Wang Yue leaned her elbows on her knees, fingers interlaced, her gentle gaze resting on the embarrassed pink-haired girl before her.
No matter how many times she saw them, those rare lilac eyes and pink hair were a feast for the eyes.
Even though Dorothy had eaten too many sweets, she was only slightly plump. Her chin hadn’t doubled yet, her face was round but not bloated, and her hoodie’s front pocket was doing her a favor by concealing her little belly.
Looking further down…
Dorothy knew Wang Yue’s tastes well and had specially worn white stockings. However, squeezing those chubby legs into them was a bit of a struggle. Her thighs were squeezed tightly by the elastic tops, leaving deep, enticing indentations in the soft flesh.
Seeing the gap between Dorothy’s thighs was completely filled, a playful smile curled on Wang Yue’s lips. There was an excellent way to measure just how plump a girl’s legs were.
She extended her hand, turning her palm vertical. “Come here. Squeeze.”
Dorothy obediently walked over, lifted the hem of her skirt, spread her legs, and then clamped them shut, trapping the black-haired girl’s fair little hand between the meat of her thighs.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she averted her gaze. Her eyes shimmered with a watery light, making her lilac pupils appear even more stunningly vibrant.
Wang Yue felt her hand being squeezed firmly by the elastic, fatty flesh. If not for the texture of the stockings, she wouldn’t have been able to slide her hand against them easily. A specific value immediately popped into Wang Yue’s head.
“So chubby,” she whispered.
“Ugh…” Dorothy covered her face in despair.
Wang Yue gave a soft laugh. “Actually, I thought about it carefully, and you aren’t really at fault, Dorothy.”
“I…” Dorothy’s lips trembled, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Even though the price was high, my main purpose in hiring you was for cleaning. When you call me ‘Master,’ it means employer, not slave driver… Loving sugar isn’t shameful. A sweet tooth and laziness are part of human nature. Who doesn’t want to be a Lazy Dog? If given the chance, everyone would choose that life. Isn’t it hypocritical to despise lazy people while alive, only to strive for a heaven where you can be a Lazy Dog for eternity? If you were naturally hardworking, wouldn’t heaven just be more exhausting labor? Why else would people imagine wandering around aimlessly with harps?”
Wang Yue spread her fingers, bracing them against her knees. “As a maid, all I need is for you to keep the room clean, make sure there’s hot water every day, and pour a cup of tea. I’m not interested in your relationship with Pandora—that’s your choice. However, I want her rib. I want to know exactly… what she is. Can you help me? If you’re willing, I can give you candy or money.”
From Wang Yue’s casual, transactional tone, Dorothy felt a chilling sense of distance. At some point, the two of them had drifted apart.
She didn’t know how to bridge that gap. Wang Yue’s request felt like a final lifeline. She lunged forward, collapsing against the black-haired girl’s knees, sobbing.
“I’m willing… I’ll help… sniff… please, discipline me… even if I cry and beg, don’t stop… break me… train me into a submissive little dog… I want to wag my tail for you… I’ll only listen to you…”
Wang Yue reached out, gently stroking the pink-haired girl’s head. “I’m not going to train you to be a dog,” she said earnestly. “That’s too twisted. It’s not how people should treat each other. Bonds should be built on mutual respect and independent personalities… Have you ever heard of Secco?”
“Secco?” Dorothy lifted her face, confused.
In the Karuta Club activity room.
Though Lilith had left, Pandora had joined, making a full set of four for a game of Bridge.
Pandora occasionally peeked at her opponent, that strange Senior, Gymnopedie.
Yikes. This Senior was practically a source of corruption, radiating an aura of depravity at every moment—layers upon layers of endless descent.
Pandora had discovered that even when the strange Senior was alone, she constantly emitted Sin points.
+1… +1… +1… +1…
The absorption of Sin points didn’t show specific values, but Pandora was certain this was the minimum unit of output. This meant the “yellow trash” in the Senior’s brain was like nuclear waste—it had a long half-life, constantly causing distortion and mutation.
And when she was stimulated…
“It’s so hot,” Pandora murmured. She reached up and unbuttoned the third button of her shirt, revealing the slight, youthful curves of her chest.
Gymnopedie’s head snapped around, her eyes widening until her pupils dilated to the limit, like a cat’s in the light. Her gaze hit Pandora’s chest like a pair of searchlights.
Pandora suppressed a smile, lowering her head to hide the cunning glint in her eyes.
Girls couldn’t produce offspring together, so the Senior’s desire didn’t stem from some biological instinct to carry on a bloodline. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure-seeking. It was marvelous—like the final veil of human modesty had been shredded away.
Thanks to the Perverted Senior and the Gluttonous Senior, the “Seduction” and “Depravity” petals within the Pandora’s Box were almost ready to bloom. She had expected this to be a long process, but these Witches were so deviant they defied common logic.
Now that the Flower of Evil had mostly bloomed, its hooked stamens were visible, releasing a colorless, odorless “Sinful Fragrance.”
This scent diffused from the inside out, soaking into Pandora’s flesh. Anyone who came into close contact with her would be influenced and controlled; they would obey her every word and treat her like a precious treasure, becoming as obsessed and crazed as Gollum regarding the One Ring.
When the semester began, the Flower of Evil hadn’t bloomed, and Pandora hadn’t been stained by the Sinful Fragrance. Things were different now. As long as she submitted to Wang Yue and became her little maid, it would only take one night before Wang Yue became “Pandora-fied.”
