Leia’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it was far from quiet.
Celi, standing just outside the door, heard that blush-worthy exchange and instinctively wanted to turn away. Yet as soon as she remembered this was only her first day on the job, her feet faltered, hesitation rooting her in place.
What if she botched this? What if Lady Laer found out?
Scoring was a gravely serious task, especially when it came to the two most important clients: Xuefei and Lady Leia. There was no room for error!
If she just walked away like this, wouldn’t she be letting down Lady Leia and Lady Laer?
But if Xuefei knew about her hesitation, she would absolutely insist there was nothing to worry about!
Even ignoring those expectations wouldn’t matter, because the Leia right now was merely calm on the surface. Any moment now, she was going to devour Xuefei alive—hey!
“Come on~, Xuefei. Help me undo my skirt~.”
“Really…?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want to win the Maid Competition? That’s fine, too. You can just wear the collar at the wedding.”
“I… I’ll do it…”
Damn that Leia.
No, it was decided…
Tomorrow, she had to humiliate Leia properly!
She would tease her right back into this state. And if she lost the Maid Competition, she would absolutely drag Leia into that creepy basement and make her play with all sorts of pink little toys.
But on second thought, undressing shouldn’t produce any weird noises. It was just an utterly ordinary, everyday task. Xuefei was usually the one being fussed over by Leia’s eager attentions, so she probably hadn’t had many chances to return the favor.
Xuefei let out a sigh and stepped forward calmly. She placed her hands on the ties at Leia’s back, her own pair of massive wings drooping obediently against her body.
Leia’s Dragon Wings were incredibly sturdy—a testament to her power in no small measure. If she fully manifested her draconic form, she would outclass the Evil Dragon from the First Playthrough by several magnitudes.
Once Xuefei had removed the casual outfit, Leia pointed to the wardrobe in front of her. Xuefei got the hint right away and stepped up to sift through the sea of formal gowns, selecting the regal one fit for an empress.
It smelled so good…
It was utterly saturated with Leia’s scent.
The aroma detonated in Xuefei’s sensitive nose, flooding through to her very soul.
Xuefei felt as if she were falling under Leia’s spell. All sorts of conditioned responses came rushing in, her legs even growing weak at the knees.
“Help me into that one—the black gown. Yes, that’s the one~.”
“Mmuh…”
Xuefei hadn’t been subjected to anything overt, and Leia’s undergarments weren’t all that revealing. But simply being enveloped in wave after wave of Leia’s scent was enough to provoke a reaction from her hypersensitive body.
“Your little noises are so cute~.”
“They’re not.”
Xuefei had half a mind to just yank the dress out, but remembering the ongoing Maid Competition snapped her back to composure. She calmly retrieved the Leia-scented gown and carried it over.
“There are stockings and long gloves, too~.”
“Stockings… as well…?”
“Of course~,” Leia said, winking one eye with delight. “A proper maid sees the service through to the end. Xuefei, you need to understand your duties, or you’ll lose points, you know?”
“O-Okay.”
This wasn’t the first time Xuefei had touched Leia’s body, but to do so from such close range—with careful, gentle intent—was rare outside of the moments before and after sleep, or those precious midday naps that felt even more treasured than their stormy nights. This time, though, the Leia before her was all but nude.
Xuefei turned away as she lifted the black gown…
Her cheeks burned crimson, her gaze darting everywhere but the expanse of pale skin.
Leia was truly stunning.
Her curvaceous figure embodied the perfect golden ratio, her slender legs and delicate waist covered in skin so supple it yielded to the lightest touch. Add or subtract even a little, and the harmony would shatter. Any other woman would fret endlessly over maintaining such a heavenly allure, but Leia was an Evil Dragon. Once her figure had set, it was all but immutable.
Xuefei was the same.
“Why are you staring like that, Xuefei? Do you want me?”
“N-No, I don’t…!”
Xuefei swallowed her frustration.
Damn it, why was this skirt so tricky to fasten!
Dressing Leia perfectly in this black gown meant letting her hands dance across that silken skin without cease. The motions felt just like…
Savoring every inch of her body.
Exactly…
Xuefei wasn’t touching that flawless skin on purpose, but deep down, she believed no girl in the world could rival Leia’s beauty. Each contact made her pause unconsciously, reluctant to let go.
Her face flushed again and again.
Finally, with the last strap tied securely—confirming that the Dragon Wings wouldn’t tangle with the skirt and the Dragon Tail could extend normally from behind—the luxurious and elegant black gown settled perfectly over Leia’s flawless figure.
But Xuefei knew this shameful “dressing play” was only just beginning.
Supporting Leia’s arm, she carefully slid the long black silk gloves up to the top edge of the gown, level with her chest. That was the final “battle.”
“Stockings… stockings too?”
Xuefei shook her slightly dizzy head and issued one last confirmation.
“Of course, Xuefei.” Leia suddenly reached out and stroked Xuefei’s restless little tail, feigning deep sadness. “The stockings are needed too. This is a request from me, your Dragon King. You won’t disappoint me, will you, Little Dragon Maid?”
“Of course not!”
What did she take Xuefei for?
Putting on stockings? She’d already gotten used to wearing them herself due to sheer necessity. Helping someone else with them would be just as easy to handle!
Xuefei’s sudden surge of determination caught Leia a little off guard. In an instant, Leia settled onto a black throne that materialized out of nowhere. She crossed her pale legs beneath the hem of the black gown and smiled. “Come on, then, Xuefei~”
She wouldn’t stoop so low as to have Xuefei remove her shoes—that was work for slaves…
Not for a treasure like her~
Xuefei stepped forward, clutching a folded pair of stockings. Her gaze fell on those jade feet, even more delicate and adorable than she’d imagined. Steam practically rose from the top of her head as her cheeks flushed redder than a ripe apple.
She squatted down and positioned both hands at the toes. Her hard nails clicked against the gloves covering her own dainty fingers. Xuefei didn’t dare look up, for fear of glimpsing Leia’s forbidden, mysterious domain.
As the stockings glided over the legs’ flawless, unblemished skin, the pale white gave way to the black of midnight—like vanilla ice cream drizzled in dark chocolate sauce. Yet through the sheer fabric, it all remained faintly visible, like a mischievous little demon slipping in and out of sight, teasing at Xuefei’s heart.
So beautiful.
No matter how many times she admired them, they were always this perfect…
Strange. By all rights, overfamiliarity should breed contempt. She spent nearly every day living beneath Leia’s carnal body, and yet she felt not even a hint of aversion.
“Want to have a taste?”
“…”
“If Xuefei wants to try some other flavors, I can certainly oblige~”
