Make a move.
Well then?
As her clothes were removed, Rosalia’s laughter followed.
She was delighted, because Liliya had chosen the dress she favored most.
However, the process of putting on this outfit was no simpler than Rosalia’s own dress—in fact, it was even more complicated.
Beyond the basic clothing itself, there were the hoop skirt, stockings, leather shoes, corset, and all sorts of little decorations, enough to leave Liliya at a complete loss.
She could only stare blankly at the heap of things, feeling the smooth touch of the fabric beneath her fingers, completely at a loss.
She was Rosalia’s pet. These little matters ought to be done by herself. She should have worn clothes like this before, so why was she so bewildered now?
Yet again, another question with no answer.
Still, Rosalia was in an excellent mood.
Her fingers lightly traced the beautiful curve of Liliya’s back, her nails gently brushing Liliya’s skin and spine, sending a shiver of tingling numbness up her body.
Liliya’s gaze grew a little unfocused.
This body seemed almost too sensitive.
“Does my little pet not know where to start? That’s all right, I’ll teach you.”
She took Liliya’s hand in hers, Rosalia’s fingers cold as ice. Being held by such hands, Liliya was once again struck by a chaotic feeling, as if her consciousness was about to be split in two.
However, with plenty of experience dealing with this, Liliya already knew how to avoid the pain.
Endure the pain, obey the voice of Lady Rosalia that echoes in her heart.
As long as she followed Lady Rosalia’s words, she would not only be spared the pain, but would even feel a comfort like soaking in warm water.
The agony faded away before Liliya even realized, and she gripped Rosalia’s hand tightly.
Like a drowning person finally finding a piece of driftwood, she clung to it, unwilling to let go.
A hint of amusement appeared in Rosalia’s smile.
This really… was wonderful.
Such a marvelous feeling made Rosalia want to laugh aloud, to move her body as she pleased, to let every excited pore fully open up.
But she mustn’t.
Unfortunately… Liliya was right in front of her. With Liliya here, she had to maintain her noble demeanor.
Only by doing so would her little pet recognize her as her master.
Her fingers glided over Liliya’s freshly transformed delicate skin. Each gentle touch caused Liliya’s breathing to grow heavier. Not until her fingers reached Liliya’s shoulders did she truly begin to help her dress.
Once again, that artfully perfect skin was covered. The loosely draped clothes did not yet reveal their true shape, but even so, with Liliya’s nearly flawless face and figure, there was a distinct kind of beauty.
Disheveled, fragile—a delicate vulnerability that was particularly delicious.
A girl like this, her blood would surely taste exquisite.
Rosalia could barely restrain her urge to taste Liliya’s blood. Unfortunately… it wasn’t time yet.
With practiced ease, Rosalia tied a pretty bow with the ribbon on Liliya’s back. It didn’t seem like the first time she’d done this, but rather as if she dressed Liliya like this often.
She was so skilled… it was almost unbelievable.
Liliya began to wonder if she had lost her memory too many times, which was why Rosalia treated her like this.
But more than these thoughts, there was something else she needed to address right now.
After being squeezed into that outer garment, a hunger rose in her body that was hard to ignore. It wasn’t obvious yet, but her Tiger Fang was slowly growing longer.
In another hour or two, she might reach the point where she would have to bare her fangs.
Rosalia seemed completely unaware, still dressing Liliya at her own pace. Once all the ribbons, corset, white stockings, and hoop skirt were in place, Liliya’s outfit finally began to take shape.
The fluffy skirt was trimmed with lace that would flutter easily in the breeze. Under the layers of ruffles were long, slender legs encased in pure white stockings.
The milky-white silk faintly revealed the color of her skin beneath. White, a color that magnifies detail, revealed not a single flaw on Liliya.
Instead, wearing these stockings only accentuated her delicate aura even more.
“What do you think?”
Rosalia had finished. She seemed not to intend to put any more decorations on Liliya. Those would have made Liliya look even cuter, but that kind of cuteness would cover up her true aura.
Rosalia would not allow it.
This was enough.
Just add a collar.
But not yet.
She needed the right moment, one where Liliya would personally put the collar on for her.
Truly… she was looking forward to the days ahead more and more.
At last, Rosalia’s lips curved into a smile.
At this moment, the smile could be taken as her approval of Liliya’s appearance.
As for Liliya…
She was a bit absent-minded.
In the mirror, a beautiful girl looked back at her. The full curves propped up the lace on the bodice, the half-exposed whiteness framing a chasm that seemed to invite one to fall in.
Corsets were usually agony for most girls, but for Liliya’s already slender waist, her straight, pale back, and her excessively soft flexibility, it was nothing.
The tear stains on her face had already been wiped away by Rosalia during the dressing. Now, only a tender, delicate face remained.
Is this me?
It was the first time she had looked at her current self so directly.
The highest praise she could give was that she was even more exquisite than the most beautiful doll she had seen on Kingdom Nobles’ Street.
Kingdom Nobles’ Street?
Just as the pain came, Liliya had already abandoned her thoughts.
She only instinctively reached out to touch the magic-forged water mirror, unable to believe that this was her current appearance.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Rosalia’s voice followed smoothly.
“Do you still think your previous choice was the right one?”
Liliya’s gaze was dazed. Remembering the suffocating feeling from that other outfit, and seeing her own profane reflection in the mirror, she felt her stomach spasm, unable to suppress a retch.
It shouldn’t be like that…
That version of herself looked like nothing more than a plaything for others, disgusting to behold.
Compared to that, she now looked more like a real person—a beautiful, heart-stirring one, flawless and beyond reproach.
Few people can reject the idea of becoming more beautiful. Without the restraints of the Church, the human part of Liliya rebounded, making her current appearance even more fitting.
Watching herself become beautiful—wasn’t that also a source of joy?
“Liliya, tell me, which outfit do you like more?”
Rosalia placed her hand on Liliya’s chest, not pressing, just letting it rest there. Yet even so, feeling that icy touch, Liliya’s breathing inevitably quickened again.
“I like…”
She bit her lip. A sense of shame from nowhere made it impossible to voice the rest, even though it was a truth she had already accepted.
Rosalia’s other hand circled around her waist, pausing at her side. A faint fragrance wafted in—Rosalia was now pressed right up against her.
Enveloped by Rosalia, a voice sounded in Liliya’s soul:
Don’t worry, I’m here. Say it boldly.
“This one… right now.”
A blush spread across Liliya’s cheeks, making her look even more pitiful and lovely.
“Very good.”
Blood vessels.
Liliya couldn’t see Rosalia’s face, but she could sense her delight.
“In that case, I must give my little pet a reward.”
The hand that had rested on Liliya’s chest slipped away, pulling at her own clothes to reveal pale, icy skin, streaked with faint blue veins.
“Drink. Haven’t you been unable to hold back?”
Rosalia’s voice whispered in Liliya’s ear, accompanied by a warm breath.
Liliya slipped into another daze.