Lady Leia gently parted her lips, her words soft and smooth yet brimming with an authority that allowed no refusal. She didn’t look like a hungry little dragon chick at all; rather, she resembled an evil dragon carefully toying with its prize.
Right now, she wore a simple black-and-white skirt—casual morning attire that was a touch more formal than the sleepwear they had shared in bed.
“Alright.”
Xuefei didn’t refuse. After all, she was a maid; feeding others was only natural.
She scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently near her own lips, then carefully held it beside Leia’s cherry lips. The signature maid etiquette and her standard smile were on perfect display once more.
Now that was professionalism.
Even during the first playthrough, Xuefei had managed to pass as a maid in drag at the maid restaurant. Now that she was a real girl, she was a straight-A student in this department.
“Lady Leia, please.”
But Leia didn’t eat. She seemed unsatisfied, even a little disappointed with how things were going.
Idly toying with her chest, she said, “Shouldn’t Xuefei’s tone be a bit more seductive?”
“…”
“Lady Leia, please savor the cream of mushroom soup that Xuefei has prepared for you. It’ll bring you good spirits all day long~.” Xuefei complied without protest. Her voice was light and lilting, carrying a hint of youthful innocence, but she had clearly put real effort into it…
Shame upon shame upon shame—!
And so damn awkward!
Damn it, there was nothing wrong with doing this per se, even if it pushed beyond standard maid service. After all, her outfit wasn’t exactly a traditional maid uniform anymore!
“Ah~~.” Leia nodded in satisfaction and opened her mouth, waiting for Xuefei to feed her.
But something felt off.
Just plain feeding like this…
was kind of boring, wasn’t it?
“Xuefei.”
“Huh? I’m ri—”
As Leia’s tongue curled around the spoon, Xuefei gently withdrew it. Leia chewed elegantly, swallowed the little mushroom, and continued, “Why don’t you feed me mouth-to-mouth instead?”
“With… with your mouth…?”
No way!
Well, it wasn’t that Xuefei didn’t want to feed her that way.
Truth be told, she and Leia had already tried every shameful act under the sun. In theory, beyond the embarrassment itself, there were no uncharted territories left.
But Celi was standing right there!
The innocent girl was blushing furiously, unable to compose herself—clearly, her night of passion with Laer hadn’t arrived yet. Her face was a mix of pure resistance and wide-eyed curiosity about the lewd.
At this point, Xuefei was seriously questioning whether Celi had been saved at all.
They called it “saving” her, but she was hurtling straight toward irredeemable love-struck idiocy! Why did everyone—including herself—start acting so weird in the second playthrough?!
“Xuefei, come on~.”
“This… this is way out of bounds!”
“How could it be out of bounds? Personal maids can’t refuse any shameful request, you know. And I’m the Dragon King—no one can resist me.”
“F… fine.”
In the end, Xuefei gave in. Defying her master meant losing points, and if she wanted to humiliate Leia later, she had to endure this now!
Wah, what a humiliation in front of Celi…
Her dignity had already been shattered yesterday. Now she had to show utter submission, letting Leia toy with her at will—her evil dragon prestige completely evaporated.
Xuefei leaned in and picked up a cookie with her mouth. Her white maid headpiece stayed perfectly in place despite the motion. As she drew close to Leia, their chests inevitably pressed together, sending waves of heat to Xuefei’s face. She brought her lips near the other’s.
At this range, she could feel the warmth radiating from Leia’s body.
It felt… warmer than before.
Like the Dragon Nest, but not quite. In any case, it was a lingering, captivating sensation.
Half the cookie melted in her mouth, leaving Xuefei embarrassed, but Leia claimed it without a hint of distaste or shyness. She took it steadily with her own mouth, then chewed happily.
“Xuefei is so good~.”
“Hehe.”
Leia’s praise filled the diligently performing Xuefei with a rush of satisfaction.
See? I’m excellent. Even Lady Leia is praising me…
But that didn’t mean Xuefei would let this slide!
Turning her into a weak, submissive little dragon girl in front of Celi? She’d get revenge tomorrow, no doubt!
After all, the Maid Competition was a fair contest between them.
So anything Leia did to her today, Xuefei could repay double with her hard-won authority tomorrow!
Which made it all tolerable for now… unless…
Xuefei quickly widened her eyes and hurriedly shoved the strange thought that had flashed through her mind right out of her head.
It couldn’t possibly be the basement, right?
…
As Leia’s personal maid, she ought to stay by her side without leaving even an inch, including during these leisurely moments after meals. Leia didn’t whisper any strange sweet nothings or spin tales. Instead, she simply scooped her little maid Xuefei straight into her arms, closed her eyes to rest, and seemed to recharge—like plugging into a power source. But instead of positive and negative charges, it was pure “Xuefei energy” flowing in.
“Mm…”
Celi, who had been watching their interaction with careful caution, finally got it…
For an ordinary maid, the best you could hope for was a Xuefei doll as a keepsake. But as the palace’s supreme authority, you could play with the real, live Xuefei whenever you pleased!
Leia was just on the verge of drifting back to sleep when she seemed to remember something. She gently pushed Xuefei aside, stood up, and said to her, “Come with me to the dressing room.”
“Okay.”
Outside the window, the sky had already taken on a bluish tint, the sun encircled by a crimson halo. That glow came from the shield enveloping the entire Evil Dragon Domain, refracted into view—which was exactly why the domain resembled the Demon Realm so closely.
At the dressing room door, Celi hesitated, unsure if she should step inside.
Leia noticed her worry and said, “You can just listen from out here.”
“Yes, Dragon King.”
“Come along, Xuefei.”
At first, Xuefei didn’t think much of it—maids helping their masters change clothes was perfectly normal, after all. But then she caught the sly smirk on Leia’s face and realized: Leia never let maids help her dress. She always swapped outfits in an instant with magic.
Wasn’t this going way too far again?!
And…
A faint tremble ran through Xuefei’s body, her instincts reacting ahead of her racing thoughts, as if sensing something already.
Listen… to the sounds?
Did Leia truly have no shame at all?!
If it had just been the two of them alone, fine. But Xuefei couldn’t shake this bizarre notion that Leia was deliberately staging a romance tutorial for Celi—determined not to miss a single technique, lest Laer end up disappointed.
Unlike the maids’ communal changing area, this dressing room felt more like a bedroom that had been purposefully remodeled.
Dark red wardrobes lined the walls in neat rows. Pull one open, and you’d find a dazzling array of gowns: seductive black, bewitching purple, fiery red, and soulful blue—each one a testament to Leia’s one-of-a-kind sense of style.
Leia took Xuefei’s hand and opened one particular wardrobe. She settled into a small chair nearby, casting a sidelong glance at Xuefei with keen interest, and smiled. “Come on, help me undress~”
