Rosalia’s terrifying expression from just now vanished in an instant.
She reverted back to her initial smile, looking at Liliya as she said, “Alright, little pet, didn’t you want to choose this set? It’s time to fulfill your choice.”
***
Liliya instinctively wanted to escape; her intuition screamed at her that, ever since Rosalia’s expression changed, this piece of clothing had become extremely dangerous.
But almost the very instant that intuition surfaced, Rosalia’s voice echoed deep within her soul.
Don’t be afraid, Liliya. How could I ever hurt you?
The moment she heard those words, most of Liliya’s resistance toward the clothing disappeared.
She gently touched the clothes with her fingers, but just from this, she couldn’t tell what made them different from the others.
In the end, she simply took down the clothing and put it on.
Her smooth, fair skin was covered by the garment, the high-quality fabric brushing against her body, silky and comfortable.
So… was it all just her imagination?
Did Lady Rosalia never intend to punish her at all, and were all those words just to scare her?
As this thought surfaced, Liliya finally noticed what was different about the clothes.
The clothes were shrinking.
What should have been an oversized shirt for Liliya began shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before Liliya could take the clothing off, her body became immobile.
“Ah—!”
A sharp, delicate cry echoed through Liliya’s room. She felt as if she’d plunged into an abyssal ocean with no protection, the crushing pressure rendering her muscles useless.
She was forced to stiffen in place in agony, tears streaming from her eyes and dripping onto the seemingly ordinary garment.
Rosalia, who had remained silent the whole time, finally spoke again.
She conjured a Mirror of Water with magic, then pinched Liliya’s chin between her thumb and forefinger, turning her head to face her own disheveled state.
The first thing she saw, naturally, was her tear-stained face. Her already pitiable features looked even more pitiful after crying, making anyone’s heart tremble at the sight, and then…
Her body.
It was supposed to be her body, yet it felt so unfamiliar now, as if she were seeing it for the first time.
The ordinary-looking shirt clung tightly to her, the white cloth once symbolizing purity now tinged with sensuality thanks to Liliya’s beautiful curves.
The generous softness of her chest was compressed, yet still retained a rounded shape, the tight garment accentuating her chest and making it seem all the more decadent.
The curve of her waist contrasted with her chest, slender enough to grasp with a hand, highlighting the smooth arcs of both her bust and hips.
Her calves were also extremely slender, all her muscles compressed, the effect like an ill-fitting pair of stockings that made her legs appear even straighter and longer.
Her petite feet were perhaps the only parts untouched, aside from her head and hands, but the pain made her toes curl and the arch of her foot tighten, forming a beautiful crescent shape.
“Uu—”
Aside from the pain caused by her compressed body, another kind of suffering arrived hot on its heels.
Suffocation…
Her lovely cherry lips parted slightly, trying to take in more air, but it was like trying to quench a fire with a cup of water.
Her chest was so tightly compressed that no matter how hard she tried, the air couldn’t reach her lungs.
She was like a stranded fish, only able to gasp helplessly. Clear tears slid down her jaw, dragging this once distant, untouchable girl down into the mire.
So beautiful…
If she weren’t afraid of her expression scaring Liliya, Rosalia would have probably burst out laughing already.
That persistent sense of brokenness about Liliya was even more evident now.
Fragile, like a porcelain doll ready to shatter at any moment, yet still maintaining that scarred appearance.
Truly, so beautiful.
But today, she wasn’t here to simply admire this look.
“Do you see now, Liliya? The ‘proper’ clothes you insisted on are actually so ugly. Do you like being seen this way by others?”
Rosalia’s body traced lightly over those profaned curves, and Liliya felt her own body become ever more violated.
It shouldn’t be like this, it absolutely shouldn’t be like this…
The reason she’d chosen this androgynous clothing in the first place was largely because she felt she shouldn’t wear such fluttery things. And now?
Was this what she expected?
This appearance, this appearance…
Liliya shut her eyes, refusing to believe that this body was truly her own.
This was a far greater shock than being physically bound.
So disgusting.
“Looks like my little pet finally understands.”’
Rosalia’s delighted laughter sounded. Liliya felt Rosalia’s fingertip graze lightly down her back, an electric shiver making her unconsciously let out a soft whimper, and then…
The clothes reverted to how they were at first.
Loose and baggy, entirely covering her shapely figure.
But Liliya didn’t hesitate for a second. She pulled the clothes off right away, returning to her naked state.
Rosalia’s hand gently brushed over her skin. The redness from the tight garment faded rapidly, her body returning to its fair and delicate state.
Yet that half-minute of constriction had already left a brand, etched deep into Liliya’s memory, impossible to erase.
Then, Rosalia’s voice rang out again: “Liliya, now which one will you choose?”
Tears still streaked Liliya’s cheeks, her eyes still weeping as they finally focused. She looked at the dress Rosalia’s fingertip had hovered over before, and with a weak hand, pinched its hem.
“Very good.”
Rosalia curved her lips once more, tilting her head with satisfaction at Liliya’s choice.
“You finally understand what kind of clothes you should wear.”
Layer upon layer of ruffled lace, airy gauze sleeves tightened at the wrists, adorned with beautiful lace as well.
The design was elaborate, but Rosalia’s own gothic long dress exuded more dignity and nobility, while this one…
It was just pure cuteness.
Liliya gained a deeper understanding of her identity.
She really was just a pet—Rosalia’s pet, meant to please her.
Someone inside her shouted that she shouldn’t be like this, but the cry came with a fresh wave of agony.
As the pain surged, Liliya gave up thinking, letting the warmth spreading from her body gently cover the ache.
As long as she didn’t think about it, everything would be fine.
Don’t try to find meaning in the pain. There’s only endless suffering there.
It was logic branded deep into her soul.
Wasn’t it always her childhood dream to become Lady Rosalia’s pet?
Why resist now?
That’s what her memories told her.
She stood up, took the dress, and slowly put it on.
She was Rosalia’s pet. Her greatest use was to please Lady Rosalia.
The clothes were just the simplest part of it all.
There was no need to hesitate. Nothing could be more degrading than what she’d just experienced.
Liliya temporarily abandoned her resistance.
So many things can’t even be written anymore… sigh. Even sf is gone, never to return.
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