“Ximo, you must be tired after massaging Selina for so long. Are your hands sore?”
“Eh? Eh?”
Ximo was a bit panicked. Xiliya’s sudden gentleness made her even more afraid.
“I’m not tired, not tired at all, really.”
Xiliya’s face darkened. “How could you not be tired after massaging for so long? You know, Ximo, I hate it the most when people lie to me.”
“Tired, tired, so tired,” Ximo quickly changed her tune.
“Since you’re so tired, how about I give you a massage to relieve it?”
Ximo didn’t dare respond. Xiliya’s tone was very gentle, but the greater the contrast, the more uneasy Ximo felt.
Sure enough, though Xiliya’s tone was gentle, her actions were forceful. Without another word, she pushed Ximo’s shoulders to make her sit on the bed, then turned to open the wardrobe and pick out clothes.
When Xiliya took out that erotic outfit custom-made at the clothing store a couple of days ago, Ximo knew big trouble was coming. It looked like this piece of clothing was finally going to see use today.
“Change into this, Ximo. Wearing such heavy clothes really gets in the way of a massage.” Xiliya dangled the garment in her hand. “See, this one’s perfect, right? So convenient for massaging.”
Ximo took a deep breath and prepared herself. But after she changed, Xiliya did nothing but have her lie face-down on the bed.
Xiliya’s hands rested on Ximo’s shoulders. “Are your arms sore? I’ll rub your shoulders for you.”
As gentle movements came from her shoulders, Ximo grew restless and tried to crawl up from the bed.
“I know I was wrong, Mistress…”
Xiliya actually started massaging her. Ximo didn’t dare enjoy this calm before the storm.
“Lie still, don’t move—and no more apologies. I’ve already forgiven you.”
The little maid was pressed back down. Without hesitation, Xiliya straddled Ximo’s waist, her hands never stopping. But after just a few minutes, Ximo’s breathing grew heavier.
A faint heat emanated from her lower abdomen—the Slave Seal had been activated. Yet Xiliya was humming a tune, her hands moving steadily, as if she knew nothing about it.
The shoulders weren’t some sensitive spot, after all, so Ximo’s breathing only grew a bit rougher, with no other sensations.
“Relax your body. Why are you so tense?”
Xiliya got off the bed. Just as Ximo sighed in relief, thinking it was over, Xiliya grabbed her ankle.
“Don’t be in such a hurry—you were squatting by Lady Selina the whole time, weren’t you? Squatting so long must have made your legs sore. Let me massage them too.”
Xiliya’s hand glided over Ximo’s leg, and Ximo’s body tensed uncontrollably again. Ignoring it, Xiliya began the massage on her own.
“Mmm—”
Ximo’s breathing grew heavier. She bit her lower lip tightly, accidentally letting out a sound that sounded terribly suspicious.
This was bad—the heat in her belly was intensifying. Ximo buried her face in the pillow. This burning sensation was the first time she’d felt it so strongly; Xiliya had never cranked the Slave Seal’s effect this high before.
Worse still, Xiliya’s hands were indeed performing normal massage strokes, but they traveled upward from her calves—
“Mistress, I know I was wrong…”
Ximo couldn’t help begging for mercy again, but Xiliya’s tone was full of confusion.
“Didn’t I already say I’ve forgiven you? It’s just a normal massage—why apologize? I’m only doing this because I feel sorry for you, Ximo.”
Xiliya was indeed massaging normally, but her hands were now pressing very close to the danger zone. Just a little further—
“Mistress, I really… know I was wrong…”
Ximo trembled uncontrollably. The outfit Xiliya had made for her this time was made of semi-transparent black gauze, the light fabric clinging softly to her body. In the dim lighting, nothing was clearly visible, but it still invited imagination.
The outfit was very short, with the hem in a dangerously revealing position. Xiliya’s hand was right there now, the black gauze and dim room light creating a mysterious, hazy area.
“Squatting too long makes the thighs the sorest. Let me give them a good rub.”
Xiliya showed no mercy. She’d secretly turned the Slave Seal on Ximo’s body to a level higher than ever before. Perhaps because Xiliya’s strokes were a bit heavy, Ximo let out a small sound.
“Don’t squirm. How am I supposed to massage like this? Do you have ADHD or something?”
Ximo bit her lip hard. You call this a massage? Does your family’s massage… come with such strong exploratory urges?
Ximo’s state undoubtedly stirred Xiliya’s desire to go further. Her gaze traveled upward from the massaged area… to a certain mysterious zone.
This little maid really gave her no peace. She had a collar and a Seal, yet she still ran off recklessly.
Xiliya wanted to turn Ximo into something completely hers right then, so the little maid would never stray and flirt again. As long as she went a bit further today, as long as she left an indelible mark on Ximo that belonged solely to her…
Her fingers inched toward the more mysterious area, and Ximo’s body shuddered violently. The little maid’s breathing grew even more erratic.
But Xiliya held back. Not yet—she didn’t want to force Ximo into complete belonging this way. She wanted Ximo to wholeheartedly and willingly become hers.
Besides, this was the critical moment in her game with Masha. Better to settle the biggest problem at hand first.
The little maid wasn’t going anywhere anyway… Xiliya glanced at Ximo’s apple-red little face and finally stopped the massage, withdrawing her hand.
Heh, Masha wouldn’t go down without a fight. Xiliya still remembered what Masha had done in her past life to frame her after Selina moved into Camberlan Mansion. No doubt, Masha wouldn’t back off just because of Selina’s attitude this time.
At that moment, the System’s voice rang in Ximo’s mind.
“Dearie, time to complete the new plot task~ Want me to settle the rewards now… Eh? Why are you about to pass out, dearie? Are you okay?”
At this time, in the Textile Merchant Guild’s estate, Camberlan Family’s Madam Masha—the acting City Lord of Camberlan City—was visiting.
Charles looked at Masha’s ashen face in surprise. “Why does Madam Masha look so terrible? Is it because of…”
“Hmph.” Masha snorted coldly. “Who else but that little bastard? That’s why I came to find you today.”
“To put it bluntly, Charles, the envoy from the Imperial Capital has decided to let her take the City Lord position. If we don’t do something soon, it’ll be too late.”
