This hadn’t even begun, yet her heart was already wavering, urging her to beat a hasty retreat.
Where Leia had picked up those maid skills no longer mattered. What counted now was seizing control of this competition and not letting this precious opportunity slip through her fingers.
So, let’s take it nice and slow!
“Leia, come here.”
Xuefei grinned wickedly, as though eager to unleash all her pent-up resentment on the adorable Leia. Without a moment’s hesitation, Leia lifted the hem of her skirt with a graceful nod and glided forward to stand before her.
So beautiful. Such refined poise.
“When exactly did you learn this…?”
“A long time ago, Little Xuefei.” Leia’s voice dropped into a low, melodious timbre, clear as flowing water and lingering in Xuefei’s ears. It sent waves of heat rushing to her cheeks. “Do you like me like this?”
“I-I like it…”
Xuefei answered on instinct, yielding to her heart. As Leia drew near in her alluring yet tasteful attire, a fresh, intoxicating fragrance wafted over her, leaving Xuefei’s gaze darting uncertainly.
It felt as if, in the next instant, this Evil Dragon would tilt up her chin and do who-knows-what.
Something suddenly felt off.
Today, she was the master, wasn’t she? Why should she let Leia take the reins?!
The realization hit Xuefei like a splash of cold water. She huffed, shaking off her daze, and declared:
“Leia, when you say my name, you have to add ‘Lady’—that’s only proper for a maid, right?!”
She herself had been calling Leia “Lady” for ages, cheeks burning with embarrassment each time.
Besides, “maid” and “master” went hand in hand. Leia should be addressing her that way by default, no prompting required.
Where was Celi? Was Celi watching?
Hurry up and dock points from Leia! This was the perfect opening to expose a flaw!
Of course, Xuefei had pondered the risks. Teasing Leia like this could backfire—losing the match outright, or inviting immediate payback.
But if she won and got Leia pregnant with her child, Leia would transform into a utterly devoted, soft submissive.
It was a classic dragon affliction.
Capture their heart, exploit their vulnerability to force submission, then seal it with pregnancy—they’d turn into the perfect little wife.
So, no holding back! In a few years, who knew? It might be Xuefei laying a clutch of dragonlings… or Leia.
“Leia, cat got your tongue?” Xuefei’s smile turned smug as Leia fell silent.
But then Leia spoke…
“Lady Xuefei.”
No trace of resistance, her expression perfectly natural, as if she’d fully embodied the role of maid.
She extended a gloved hand from her black silk sleeve, took Xuefei’s small hand in hers, and brushed a gentle kiss across its back. Tilting her head, she smiled.
“Lady Xuefei, shall we go and dine?”
“I… I didn’t—” Xuefei stammered. “I told you to bring it here!”
“My deepest apologies, but these dishes simply won’t fit in this room. That said, whatever Lady Xuefei desires, I can make it happen~”
“I-Is that so?”
Even the word “master” now carried a tantalizing new weight—far more intimate and blush-worthy than “Lady.” It evoked all sorts of forbidden master-servant dynamics. Xuefei had read a novel once about a brainwashed angel calling the Demon King “master” in a tale of dark corruption. The steamy scenes still burned fresh in her memory… because she’d lived them just months ago!
And the dishes won’t fit?
The room wasn’t as vast as the grand hall downstairs, but it still spanned at least five hundred square meters…
No room?
Could it be…
Xuefei suddenly remembered tomorrow’s wedding.
The most extravagant banquet the world had ever seen. Most of the maids were already busy preparing the venue… Was that how Leia had found the chance to set this up?
Word was, it featured polar delicacies like Snow Deer meat, and a soup crafted from the Living Heart of the Ocean—the most prized cut from a wild whale, hauled from the deep sea only with the Queen of the Seas’ permission, as a favor to the Evil Dragon.
Every main course blended opulence and refinement, prepped days—or even years—in advance, like hams aged to perfection.
Today’s breakfast might just be the trimmings from those gourmet masterpieces, but their worth was beyond measure all the same.
Of course she was curious.
“Then lead the way, Leia—no, Little Leia.” Xuefei puffed out her cheeks in mock indignation, throwing Leia’s pet name “Little Xuefei” right back at her. She conveniently ignored their mere two-centimeter height gap.
Come to think of it, Leia was clever—terrifyingly so.
When I became her personal maid, my only thought was how to complete my tasks. Little did I know that Leia had already risen early that morning, meticulously preparing a special breakfast for me.
But that shouldn’t earn many points, right?
As the saying goes, sincerity is the most powerful weapon for winning hearts. Could it be that the scene from earlier wasn’t the result of grueling training, but Leia genuinely caring for me?
In the end, though Leia loved to tease me, it was always just harmless little pranks—never anything relentless or over the line.
She liked me so much, and yet all I cared about was winning or losing…
I’d really gone too far this time.
I had to treat Leia better. After all, she liked me this much. Hmph…
…
Soon after, the two of them walked hand in hand into the restaurant. The opulent layout stirred an overwhelming sense of familiarity in Xuefei.
Because this was the very site of that “Hongmen Banquet”!
Not only that, but the long table was draped in a white tablecloth that wasn’t particularly festive. Even so, the intricate gold and red agate patterns made its exorbitant value obvious to anyone.
“Do you like it, Master?” Leia held Xuefei’s hand, the warmth in her heart surpassing any freshly baked delicacy.
Like it? Far more than that.
Seeing this, Xuefei realized why Leia hadn’t gone to the Dragon Nest to hassle her yesterday. She’d been busy preparing this breakfast—everything set up well in advance. Unlike me, who hadn’t even started asking if Leia needed me to cook until the last moment…
Leia was better at love than I was, and far more thoughtful.
“I like it.”
Xuefei sat with a smile, her heart glowing warmly. The sheer variety of dishes didn’t intimidate her in the slightest.
Evil Dragons were a dangerous and elegant race. They ate in public mainly to show off their grace, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t devour if they chose to. An Evil Dragon could storm the world’s largest farm, whip up a tornado to trash the parking lot, and gulp down those crunchy little critters one after another.
“Let me feed you.” Without waiting for Xuefei to respond, Leia stepped in front of her, spoon in hand, and took the lead on what came next.
At that moment, with her head stuffed full of romantic fantasies, Xuefei didn’t stand a chance to push back.
But… something felt off.
“Please close your eyes, Master. That’s right, just like that. And remember to open your mouth?”
“Okay, Leia…”
Leia was going to feed me, but why had I taken a bite first? Testing for poison, maybe…
As expected, Leia thought of everything.
The very next instant, as she closed her eyes and parted her lips just a touch, a warm, soft weight settled onto her. The pressure against her chest left her gasping, every breath filled with intoxicating sweetness.
Through her stockings, she could feel the other’s body heat so clearly. The moment Xuefei realized Leia had planted herself right on her lap and tried to open her eyes…
“Mmgh~!”
Her lips were suddenly invaded by something warm and wet. Sweet flavors flooded her mouth, sliding down her throat amid a faint sense of suffocation—along with something else familiar and sweetly scented…
She’d been kissed.
