Xuefei had been kissed.
But she wasn’t lying—she really had been feeding Xuefei breakfast. Just… in a different form.
“Mmm…”
The sweet scent of milk mingled with Leia’s own rich fragrance between their lips and teeth, twisting together without end. It crashed against Xuefei’s sanity like waves battering a rocky shore, and she nearly surrendered to the sudden kiss right then and there.
“Master, do you like it?”
“I like… No, Leia, what are you doing?”
On any other day, Xuefei would have gladly accepted. But not this time. This time, she was the master—the true master, in every sense of the word. The one who could order Leia to do anything at all! She could even dock her wages! Hell, she could invent all sorts of excuses to tease her under the guise of payroll drama!
So why was she the one on the receiving end again?
Deceived by Leia… once more.
“Leia, you… this is gonna cost you points!”
“I truly like Xuefei. I was just expressing my love. The palace has no rules against a subordinate confessing their feelings to a superior. I was simply sharing my love for the Dragon King.”
Leia’s expression was one of pure confusion, but it hit Xuefei like the strongest possible accusation.
She had made the rules herself, of course. She knew them inside and out—including the palace’s complete freedom when it came to romance. Anyone could date, even marry, within these walls. As the Evil Dragon, the embodiment of chaos itself, she would never impose pointless restrictions like that.
Which meant Xuefei had absolutely no ground to argue back.
Here, she was the rules. She was the law. And she knew every unspoken nuance by heart.
There was no room for resistance!
Leia’s body hadn’t moved an inch. She was still perched on Xuefei’s crossed legs, their soft flesh pressing together. Far from causing any discomfort, it set both their hearts racing with excitement.
“Does that mean Xuefei doesn’t like me?”
“I…”
It was a loaded question—a death trap.
Deep down, Leia knew exactly what she was doing. But she played the part of the innocent ingenue to perfection. The girl lightly straddling her thigh now resembled a pure little kitten, head tilted, her dragon tail teasing at Xuefei’s resolve…
No. Xuefei, stay calm.
Answering that question now would only drag her deeper into the trap. What she needed was a counterattack! If this kept up, she’d fall right into the pit Leia had so carefully prepared.
Now was the time for payback.
Yes—there were plenty of ways to toy with Leia if she wanted. Things like making her meow like a cat or dressing her up in some cute, naughty lingerie.
But that didn’t feel right at all…
So what could she do to humiliate Leia right now?!
Originally, Leia’s way of humiliating her had been that mouth-to-mouth feeding. To save face in front of Celi, Xuefei had chosen cookies—a relatively tame option.
But turning the tables and feeding Leia the same way would just backfire!
If she punished her by forbidding any closeness, it would actually limit Leia’s opportunities to slip up. Celi wouldn’t have much to deduct points over…
What to do?
With no response from Xuefei, Leia’s hand now caressed her chin and soft cheek. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She might look like a maid, but she was really a succubus in disguise, working her unspeakable charms on her helpless master.
Looks like it was time for the last resort!!
Leia was clever—virtually mistake-proof. Every detail was flawless, even going above and beyond for extra credit. On a perfect-score exam, she’d score 120. Xuefei, meanwhile, might scrape by with a measly 90. Suddenly, it hit her: Leia’s bland demeanor yesterday hadn’t been forgetfulness. It was the calm confidence of someone who knew she’d already won!
So…
If her opponent wouldn’t err on her own, Xuefei would just have to manufacture some mistakes!
Blushing furiously, Xuefei said, “I… I like Leia. So, kiss me.”
“Is that how it is?”
“Mm-hmm…” Xuefei didn’t pull away. She pretended to be a little dazed, luring Leia into overconfidence. But that was all part of the plan…
Perfect. She’d taken the bait.
Believing Xuefei had no defenses left, Leia doubled down. Xuefei’s body tingled all over, every ounce of her willpower devoted just to holding onto her sanity amid the onslaught.
“Feels good?”
“Feels… good…”
Xuefei’s cheeks burned red. She even stuck out her little tongue, panting with heat, her eyes rolling back slightly.
“Don’t touch my tail… don’t…”
“Is that so…”
Her teasing words did nothing to slow Leia down. If anything, they were fuel for the desires simmering inside her, like the perfect spice. Even her dragon pupils flickered with faint heart shapes.
“Wah, my waist… eh… wings… Ah, don’t touch there—!” Xuefei twisted her body, desperately trying to fend off what might come next. From this angle, with Leia’s Dragon Wings spread wide, Celi—who was in charge of scoring—kept blushing furiously, but she couldn’t catch a glimpse of their intimate contact.
…The scene stirred memories of Laer’s hints to her that evening. Laer had done something very similar to her, but Celi hadn’t been mentally prepared and had pushed her away. Even now, she regretted it.
If only Laer hadn’t stopped. Then perhaps she could have confronted her own feelings, accepted the gesture of affection, and plunged into a passionate romance. It might even have led to laying snake eggs.
Out of sympathy—and empathy—Celi found herself rooting for Leia to successfully subdue Xuefei, to make her surrender to the ground and embrace her love.
She was finally starting to understand why the senior maids placed such immense value on Xuefei and Leia’s romance.
Xuefei’s eyes were glazed over, but Leia wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip. The other girl was already marked with her scent, yet for the Evil Dragon’s lingering grudge, this was only just getting started.
“Leia… love…”
“Yes, Master likes me so much. Shouldn’t we just keep going (meow~)?”
“Not… allowed…”
Xuefei exhaled sweet, heated breaths, mustering her last bit of strength to speak.
She hadn’t completely lost consciousness.
As the master of the Maid Competition, Xuefei held a certain authority to command her opponent. And right now, that opponent had defied her orders multiple times—growing even bolder with each violation!
If she truly passed out, it could be seen as a coy form of acceptance.
But with her wits still about her, the decision to accept or not rested entirely with the master, didn’t it?
“Is that so, Xuefei? You…”
A flicker of anger crossed Leia’s face. She ignored Celi, who was diligently recording everything, and fixed her gaze on Xuefei—the one who had lured her into this trap.
Each violation carried a maximum deduction of ten points.
They’d probably already lost close to five by now… so what did the remaining five even matter?
Leia licked her lips, her eyes growing greedier and more indulgent as she watched Xuefei’s face drain of color beneath the flush, realization dawning. With a wicked grin, she said,
“This is your choice, Xuefei. Don’t blame me for not holding back anymore, okay?”
“No worries—if the clothes get dirty, we can always change them~”
