Although she would mock herself for being tricked by this damn System into becoming a masochist, Ximo figured it was just a joke. How could she possibly turn into someone who craved abuse?
Yet, uncontrollably, images of Xiliya punishing her in the past flooded Ximo’s mind… And recalling those scenes made her body burn with unbearable heat.
Why was she thinking of those moments…? Though she had told Selina earlier that Xiliya was a great person, Ximo had always been a little afraid of the young lady who showed no mercy when she struck.
But now, thoughts of Xiliya replaced that faint fear with an indescribable impulse.
The scorching sensation made Ximo instinctively strip off her clothes one by one. The little maid’s originally pristine skin now flushed faintly red, like a piece of charcoal quietly burning from within.
Mmm… No, that’s not enough…
The last thread of rational thought finally snapped. Ximo’s eyes glazed over, her face bore an unnatural flush, and she opened the wardrobe.
She grabbed one of Xiliya’s clothes and slowly collapsed onto the bed like she’d lost her bones, her legs instinctively clamping together and rubbing slowly.
Mmm… The clothes have Master’s scent on them…
Xiliya’s figure lingered inescapably in her mind. Ximo buried her face in Xiliya’s clothes, the faint body fragrance belonging to Xiliya stimulating her nerves. After rolling around on the bed a few times while hugging the clothes, Ximo finally couldn’t hold back and slipped one hand toward the source of her torment…
“Hah… Hah…”
“Master’s scent… I like it…”
“Master… I want…”
To be honest, Ximo’s actions now resembled those of a perverted nymphomaniac, but with her reason long gone, she had no awareness of what she was doing.
Ximo said nothing, merely rolling on the bed and exploring herself.
Thus, in the pitch-black room, the little maid’s intermittent murmurs and the rustling sounds of her body against the sheets echoed now and then.
By the time Ximo regained her senses, who knew how much time had passed. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on Xiliya’s bed. The bedding was a mess, her body was covered in sweat, and for some reason, Xiliya’s clothes were clutched in her arms.
Like a body pillow, with part of the fabric wedged between her legs… Ximo blankly lifted the clothes and discovered a small wet spot on them.
Wah! No, not this!
Just a brief recollection made Ximo realize exactly what she had done—and how Xiliya’s clothes had gotten wet.
Well, great. The good news was that what she’d accidentally drunk wasn’t poison. The bad news was that it was worse than poison!
“Wahhh, how could this happen…”
Ximo covered her face with both hands in despair, but she quickly rallied and hastily gathered the clothes strewn about from her loss of reason, pulling them back on.
As for Xiliya’s clothes… Honestly, she felt quite guilty for what she’d done to them. For now, she’d sneak them away, wash them clean, and put them back!
Ximo tidied up quickly. She had to finish before Xiliya returned, or she wouldn’t know how to explain.
And if Xiliya found out what she’d done to her clothes… Ximo shuddered. Recalling the threats Xiliya had made when she’d messed up before, her fear of the temperamental young lady surged anew.
What she’d done today was probably worse than before. If Xiliya found out, she’d definitely be even angrier! She might really crank the Mark on Ximo to maximum and tie her up to toss her outside.
So Ximo was glad Xiliya hadn’t returned while she was out of her mind—otherwise, she’d have died on the spot.
Ximo soon finished cleaning the room and bed. She fled with the clothes she’d used as “material,” and to leave no traces, she even took a bath.
But… it was strange—why had Xiliya been out so long today?
It wasn’t that Ximo depended on her; she’d just grown used to Xiliya taking her along everywhere like an accessory. Not seeing her for so long today made Ximo curious where she’d gone.
She soon found out. After her bath, Ximo pretended nothing was amiss and carried the laundry basket to wash clothes… with Xiliya’s piece hidden at the very bottom.
But as she passed the hall, something felt off. All the mansion’s servants stood in a row, and Masha was solemnly inspecting them.
“Ximo, where did you run off to just now?” Annaer spotted the guilty little maid at once.
“Sorry, Lady Annaer. Is something wrong?”
Ximo hurried over obediently. Annaer lowered her voice and explained, “Lady Selina lost something important. She suspects it was taken, so we’re checking all the servants in the mansion.”
Though she didn’t believe Ximo would do such a thing, Annaer still looked her sternly in the eye just in case. “Ximo, you didn’t go into Lady Selina’s room and take anything, did you?”
“Ah? Of course not.”
Ximo blinked, immediately realizing this was the plot task from the System—the one where she got framed.
Damn it, that daily task had addled her brain earlier. Now she hadn’t even figured out how to complete the plot task!
Ximo glanced at Selina and Xiliya nearby. Selina looked displeased, while the soon-to-be-framed Xiliya seemed utterly relaxed, even waving her over with a smile.
“What did you do while I was out this afternoon? You’re so fragrant—did you just bathe?”
Xiliya came up from behind and gently encircled Ximo’s waist, catching the fresh, damp scent of a recent bath on her.
“Uh… just… tidying the room, taking a bath, that sort of thing… I was just about to go wash clothes.”
Ximo clutched the laundry basket tighter. For some reason, Xiliya felt Ximo’s tone sounded inexplicably guilty, like she’d done something wrong and feared discovery.
“No issues found?”
After Masha finished checking the last maid, Selina frowned in frustration.
She hadn’t expected to lose something in Camberlan Mansion. Honestly, it embarrassed everyone. And what she’d lost was terribly important to her—she had to get it back.
“I’m truly sorry, Lady Selina. I will find a way to give you an explanation,” Masha said, her face full of apology.
