Finally, the restaurant was left with only the panting Xuefei and—as expected—Leia, who had been providing her a lap pillow. Xuefei wobbled unsteadily to her feet. After who knew how many blush-worthy bouts of “feeding,” the dishes before them had been swept clean, and her belly was stuffed full…
“Leia, mmph…”
“Master, do you like it?”
“I like… no, I don’t like it! Leia, aren’t we playing the Maid Game? How can you just push me down like that…”
“It looks like Master really does like it, though.”
Leia was deducted 10 points.
A single activity had a limit of only 10 points. If unlimited deductions had been possible, Leia probably wouldn’t have scored anything at all. Even so, the idea of stripping away all of Leia’s points was nothing but a pipe dream.
Leia licked her lips, still looking far from satisfied. At the same time, Xuefei shivered.
Her own score hovered around 90, excluding any bonuses—Leia was still far ahead. And who knew what other surprises Leia had in store…
She couldn’t claim she wasn’t looking forward to it. After all, the Maid Competition wasn’t over yet, was it?
Revenge remained unfinished; Xuefei still had to keep striving!
Trading her body to Leia in exchange for closing that 10-point gap? No matter how she thought about it, that hardly seemed like a loss~
If she played her cards right, she could exploit Leia’s weaknesses, create endless openings, and rack up deductions… Even reflecting on her own “counterattack” against Leia left her full of praise.
But wait…
“Where’s Celi?”
Xuefei bolted upright in sudden shock, as if roused from her deathbed. She’d just remembered: behavior like this had to be recorded.
When she spotted the snake demon maid standing at the restaurant door—face flushed, clutching a little white notebook—Xuefei’s heart nearly ground to a halt, and all her energy drained away.
“Master needn’t worry,” Leia said, playing the perfect maid as she gently pulled Xuefei back down. She settled onto those thighs, which gave off a faint, honeyed fragrance. For some reason, Xuefei felt utterly at ease there…
“After deducting those 10 points from me, Celi hid herself away.”
“By the way… how long were we…?” Xuefei’s voice trailed off to a whisper, but Leia grasped her meaning instantly.
“It’s 11 o’clock now~”
“Wha—”
Lunchtime was nearly upon them!
The sunlight outside blazed ever more fiercely, gleaming off the silver-white strands on those black-stockinged legs in a dazzling display. A pair of gemstone-red eyes blinked in astonishment.
From how much the water stains had faded, it meant she and Leia had been entangled in all sorts of strange activities for over three hours straight?!
And once again, she’d been the one pinned underneath without exception. With Leia’s unsatisfied expression, Xuefei had assumed it couldn’t have been that wild.
“Master, no need to rush. Lunch is already prepared—we can head over in forty minutes.”
“Uh… yeah, good… okay…”
“Or does Master not like Leia anymore? Are you planning to abandon me here?”
Xuefei tried to wriggle free from her embrace, but Leia put on a heartbreakingly dejected face. If this world had a Best Actress award, Xuefei would have to hand Leia a golden statuette on the spot.
That aggrieved expression was pure provocation, and Xuefei knew it… but she simply couldn’t stomach the notion of “abandonment.”
“N-No… Let’s go change clothes, Leia. These are all dirty now.”
“Mm-hm.”
In the end, Leia went along with Xuefei’s suggestion.
Unknown fluids had long since soaked through Xuefei’s outfit. As the Dragon King for the day, she couldn’t afford to look so disheveled and indulgent—she absolutely had to change into something clean.
Just a stone’s throw from the restaurant, they reached the dressing room in moments. Unlike Leia’s, which was lined with cabinets on all sides, Xuefei’s was far simpler: one massive wardrobe stocked with outfits for every occasion, save for sleepwear and undergarments.
Among them hung a silver-white little dress, a black-and-white Lolita number, a sensually girlish frock, casual shorts with a T-shirt, and even the shameful remnants of last time’s maid outfit… All were custom-tailored to accommodate Xuefei’s draconic features, allowing her tail and wings to extend freely into the air without any restriction.
Xuefei was just about to peel off the gorgeous dress—now redolent with the mingled scents of herself and Leia—when Leia stepped up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and murmured softly:
“Eh…?!”
“Let me help you undress, Xuefei~”
“Oh… sure, okay…”
Xuefei closed her eyes. The fingers, scented with citrus, merely brushed across her back a few times before her dress came undone. Such deft skill highlighted the maids’ professionalism—though in truth, there was no rule requiring the maids to undress Leia or Xuefei.
Leia remarked that practice makes perfect.
She knew every garment belonging to Xuefei, and indeed everyone else, like the back of her hand.
Xuefei, however, remained blissfully oblivious to Leia’s subtle maneuvers. She simply felt fortunate this time around.
Leia hadn’t taken the opportunity to grope her while undressing. Had it been nighttime, Xuefei would have been swiftly ensnared by that dragon tail and pinned to the bed!
But mere seconds later, Xuefei realized her mistake.
A terrible mistake.
Leia’s expression turned fiercely predatory. She stared intently at Xuefei’s tender, youthful body, like a beast eyeing a fresh kill dripping with blood.
“Xuefei, let me help you with your underwear too. It’s quite dirty down there—no, utterly filthy. As the Dragon King, you can’t afford to be so unkempt.”
“Ah, ah?! Wait, no!”
“Come now, let me help you into your stockings, Dragon King. White ones, or black?”
“Wuu…”
But Xuefei stood no chance. Leia’s technique was honed to perfection, far beyond anything Xuefei could react to. In an instant, she felt utterly exposed from head to toe.
“W-Wait! Wuuu…”
Leia toyed with her petite frame in the most shameless ways. Even if Xuefei issued a command, Leia could deftly sidestep it with palace protocol, slipping through like a fish in water.
Low moans and sharp cries filled the dressing room. The two beings the world deemed supreme evils shared the intimate space, igniting sparks of passion once more.
~~~
Not long before, Celi had stood outside the dressing room, blushing furiously enough to question her very existence.
The bodice of her maid outfit felt a touch too tight.
“See? I told you—they get along splendidly.”
The familiar voice prompted Celi to snap to attention. She turned and dipped her head slightly toward its source.
“Lady Laer.”
“Mm. Splendidly.”
The black-haired demon who appeared seemed pleased by the young maid’s conduct.
Yet she offered no lavish praise. Instead, she approached amid Celi’s puzzled murmur, hooked a finger under her chin, and smiled.
“Very good. You look every bit the proper maid now.”
“Mm. Thank you…”
“But next time, lift your head and meet the other’s gaze. You’re a lovely maid, not some demon under punishment… That’s it—look right into my eyes. Perfect.”
Celi felt no anxiety at the unexpected guidance. Warmth bloomed in her chest, as if these words were a homecoming for her soul.
But when Laer’s hand drifted from her chin to her cheek—gently kneading the smooth skin like fresh dough—
“Laer, you…”
“Nothing.”
Laer realized she’d overstepped and withdrew her hand at once.
“Just…”
“Do you have time tonight?”
