When Liliya awoke once more, her entire body felt exhausted…
It was as if she’d been run over by a truck, or spent a night out in a raging storm, with wind, sand, and stones lashing at her from all directions.
The pain made her let out a faint whimper.
But when she opened her eyes, the scene before her was enough to make her forget all the pain—Rosalia’s gentle, smiling gaze.
Ignoring her aching body, she threw herself into Rosalia’s arms, like a swallow that had lost its way finally finding its parents, impatient to cling on.
Such behavior was rather improper, but neither Rosalia nor Liliya cared about such things.
Liliya simply inhaled Rosalia’s scent deeply, almost like an obsessed pervert, clutching Rosalia’s smooth shoulders tightly, then grabbing at the fabric on her back, letting go, grasping again, over and over.
She repeated this childish action again and again, just to confirm that the Rosalia in front of her was not an illusion and would not disappear the moment she let go.
Back in the crystal sphere, Liliya had experienced similar illusions. Each time she passed Rosalia’s room, she would think Rosalia was inside. She always thought she saw Rosalia’s shadow.
Time and time again, she paced through Rosalia’s room inside the crystal sphere in those painful high heels, only to be disappointed again and again, slumping alone on the bed, staring blankly at the two pillows, recalling the happiness of that morning.
But now… none of this was a dream.
After all those attempts, Rosalia still hadn’t disappeared. She could smell Rosalia’s unique fragrance, and feel a soft sensation as her face touched that snowy, delicate skin.
It was real…
This Rosalia was real.
She was overjoyed, and deeply relieved. She was grateful to have finally escaped that lonely, terrifying world, able to embrace her mistress once more.
“Lady Rosalia…”
Once she started crying, she couldn’t stop. She wasn’t crying from the pain in her body—she was happy to see Rosalia after so long.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Those were the only words left to her. Apologies were all she could think of. She just wished Rosalia wouldn’t leave her again, wouldn’t abandon her in that lonely world to live or die on her own.
As long as she wasn’t sent back there, no matter how much pain she suffered, she would never complain.
Liliya’s tears soaked into Rosalia’s chest; the chest of her black nightgown was completely drenched, clinging to Rosalia’s full bosom.
The sticky sensation wasn’t exactly pleasant, but Liliya’s tight embrace filled her with a strange sweetness.
She loved this kind of Liliya, loved Liliya clinging to her while crying, loved Liliya obediently by her side, rather than being so distant she wouldn’t even stay in her sight.
How wonderful.
Rosalia smiled, cupping Liliya’s cheek, gently wiping away the ugly, heartrending tear stains from her face, letting this girl—who had suffered so much pain, who bore such deep psychological shadows—hold her as tightly as she wished.
She comforted the girl softly, like a kindly mother: “It’s alright, I’m here. As long as Liliya doesn’t act naughty or rebellious like before, I definitely won’t send you back there.”
She still had plenty more crystal spheres like that. Over two thousand years, she had collected many of these supreme magical artifacts that used time and space magic.
In the human world, they’d be considered treasures of the national treasury, but to her, they were just toys to amuse a little pet, like a cat teaser. She couldn’t possibly stop using such methods.
The world inside the crystal sphere was the most effective method she’d discovered in centuries—no matter which incarnation of Liliya, she was powerless to resist that suffering.
Just three days inside would yield an obedient pet for a long time.
If only she had been ruthless enough to break this girl completely, she might have obtained the Liliya she wanted hundreds of years ago, instead of repeating this endless cycle over and over.
“I won’t, I really won’t anymore…”
Hearing Rosalia’s words, Liliya trembled once more. She looked straight at Rosalia’s face, wanting to imprint this moment into her heart.
“Then, will Liliya listen to me?”
She dared not refuse; if she did, she might be sent back to that terrifying world, forced to live alone, for who knows how long.
She hated that kind of life. She yearned for Rosalia’s warmth so much that she wanted to hold Rosalia in her arms and never let go.
“In that case… Liliya, can you kiss me?”
“…?”
Liliya’s eyes widened, as if she hadn’t heard Rosalia’s words clearly.
“I want Liliya to kiss me, you know.”
Rosalia smiled, her finger gently touching Liliya’s lips, her eyes squinting with delight.
“If it’s just that…”
Liliya’s cheeks turned red as she looked at Rosalia’s lips, her face flushing.
If it was just that, Liliya didn’t mind.
In fact, she didn’t dislike kissing Rosalia at all.
Though her mistress was always teasing her, often making her suffer, but…
Every pain was followed by some kind of reward, making it impossible for her to truly hate it.
All the pain was like the bitter tea before a dessert—the only purpose was to make the sweetness of the cake bloom perfectly.
“I don’t want Liliya to only kiss my face or lips, you know.”
Rosalia smiled, suddenly tugging at her nightgown. With a tearing sound, she revealed her pale, cool skin and delicate collarbone.
“From my lips, all the way down to the skin I’ve revealed—you have to treat it well. Otherwise, I won’t forgive you, Liliya.”
‘…!’
Such a request was truly beyond Liliya’s expectations.
Her lips trembled as she clutched Rosalia’s nightgown, unable to bring herself to kiss her just yet.
Kissing wasn’t something she found hard to accept—Rosalia had done similar things to her before.
But…
The rest was too outrageous, too dreamy.
For a girl like Liliya, she’d never even tried such a thing.
“Does Liliya not want to?”
There was no warmth or coldness in Rosalia’s voice. Liliya pressed her lips together and said nothing.
Actually… there was nothing for Liliya to lose.
Even if she was being taken advantage of, it was Rosalia, and she was the one enjoying it, after all.
To kiss Rosalia’s pale skin, to leave her own mark on her mistress—no matter how she looked at it, it seemed like a reward.
“Liliya doesn’t like it?”
Rosalia’s words came again, tinged with a faint sense of disappointment.
“I want Liliya to make me feel good… Is that not okay?”
That last sentence finally broke through Liliya’s reason.
She moved closer to Rosalia and kissed her lips.
This must be Rosalia’s reward for her—for obeying her words through that long, endless time.
Still… she felt a little shy.
She kissed clumsily, awkwardly, her hands stiff on Rosalia’s back, at a loss for what to do.
And this, just happened to be exactly what Rosalia wanted.
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