Helen crept toward the side of the sofa, her movements light and cautious.
Standing only a meter tall, she looked even smaller as she crouched low to the floor. Standing on her tiptoes, she peeked over the edge to see the young black-haired girl’s head nodding rhythmically. Like a little bird pecking at grain, Wang Yue’s glossy black hair swayed gently with every dip of her chin.
Hmph, the She-Devil isn’t so tough after all.
Look at her. She’s even drooling on her own thigh.
Her lips look so soft…
And those legs are so white.
She’s actually… kind of alluring. Wait…
Helen’s face flushed as she looked away. Staring at the She-Devil’s body for too long gave her a nagging sense of guilt.
Watching the She-Devil sleep, Helen recalled legends where powerful monsters were defeated in their slumber. Heroes would use songs or fine wine to lure them into a trance, then sneak close to steal away the captive beauties or hidden treasures.
Helen suddenly felt a surge of righteous purpose. Despite her small stature, she felt she possessed the heroic spirit of Jason, Odysseus, or Perseus.
Before she could make her move, the She-Devil’s chin tilted up slightly. It looked like she was waking up!
The little girl shuddered, holding her breath as her heart raced.
Wang Yue’s eyes were half-lidded, glazed with exhaustion. She seemed to realize that sleeping upright was uncomfortable, so she leaned back into the sofa in a daze. Slumping into a more comfortable position, she rolled onto her side. With a clumsy reach of her arms and legs, she pulled the limb-less girl into her embrace, hugging her tight like a doll before finally falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Wang Yue…
Enveloped in that intimate embrace, surrounded by a strange, delicate fragrance and overwhelming softness, Prima’s body trembled. Her face burned a deep crimson.
The black-haired girl’s arms were wrapped firmly around her back and shoulders, her slender legs hooked over Prima’s waist. Wang Yue’s steady breath brushed against the fine hairs on the back of Prima’s neck, sending tingles through her entire body.
I… I’m being used as a body pillow!
I’m Wang Yue’s little pillow…
Do I… do I feel comfortable to hold, Wang Yue?
This is so embarrassing…
Ugh…
During their previous nights together, it had only been a restrained, light embrace. This unconscious, possessive cuddling in Wang Yue’s deep sleep made Prima feel as though her entire being was being claimed. It felt as if she had truly become Wang Yue’s property. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and her eyes grew misty.
Helen saw all of this.
The little girl was frantic. Oh no! The disabled sister’s face is as red as a ripe persimmon and her eyes are tearing up. She must be in so much pain! If I don’t rescue her soon, she’ll be squeezed to death!
Looking closer, she saw the She-Devil was wrapped around the disabled girl like an octopus. Pulling her out directly would be nearly impossible and would likely wake the monster.
But Helen was clever. She ran into the other room and grabbed a pillow, intending to perform a swap.
Clutching the pillow, she sneaked back to the She-Devil’s side and observed.
Deep sleep. Long, steady breaths. Eyes shut tight.
First, she had to get the She-Devil to loosen her “demon claws” and “monster hooves.”
Despite the derogatory labels she used in her head, Helen couldn’t help but steal another glance at Wang Yue’s soft, white hands and her supple, shapely legs.
Is this what a big girl’s body looks like?
It’s so pretty…
I want to grow up fast…
Helen tried to gently tug Prima out of Wang Yue’s arms, but as expected, it didn’t work.
After a moment of thought, she looked down at the feet that had been forced into the tiny slippers earlier—slender arches, rounded toes, and pale-white insteps where faint blue veins branched out. The soles were a tender pink, looking slightly damp.
A lightbulb went off in her head. She had a brilliant idea.
Leaning in, Helen reached out and lightly tickled the soles of those snow-white feet. The feet immediately curled up like a snail retreating into its shell.
It worked!
The She-Devil’s feet are her weakness!
The little girl was thrilled, feeling as though she had made a discovery as monumental as Perseus realizing he could use a mirror to look at Medusa.
At the same time, she was terrified. she stared intensely at Wang Yue’s face, fearing the She-Devil would suddenly snap awake. If those terrible eyes opened, darkness would surely swallow the world and a storm would ravage the land…
Fortunately, the She-Devil seemed to absolutely love her “body pillow.” She was like a baby clinging to a security blanket, her mind and body completely relaxed. It was more effective than any sleeping potion. Even when her feet were tickled, she only let out an unconscious whimper and curled her toes to dodge the sensation.
Finally, under Helen’s persistent tickling, Wang Yue let out a soft moan of protest in her sleep, and her grip loosened just a fraction.
Helen seized the moment. She pulled Prima out and shoved the pillow into Wang Yue’s arms in one fluid motion.
