The entrance carried the sound of footsteps that made one’s heart race.
Bai Ze clenched the hem of her skirt and the snow-white.
Slightly pink knees couldn’t help but press together with force.
The sensitive sensations inadvertently brought forth a series of shivers, and the girl opened her cherry lips.
Seemingly wanting to moan.
But all that came out was the sound of exhaled contraction.
Her own body…
Is it really this sensitive?
Just a slight tightening, and it already feels…
Bai Ze blushed and buried her head low, her silver, splendid long hair cascading like white tassels.
Soon, the owner of the footsteps arrived at her bed.
She seemed to freeze, halting her steps.
For a long time, not to mention words, even her breath seemed to stop.
Making it indistinguishable.
Bai Ze speculated that Ji Lian must be waiting for her to take the initiative…
Initiate the duties of a slave.
Undress and dress the master.
Serve the master intimately.
Give everything to the master…
Her everything.
So, don’t just sit there like a fool!
Don’t disappoint Ji Lian!
With this in mind, the elf girl encouraged herself in her heart.
Come on, come on, Bai Ze…
Come on, Sherya!
You can do it!
Lift your head and greet your master.
Show your best smile in front of her.
You will gain a happy and warm period of time—
But as Bai Ze slowly raised her head.
The scene that unfolded before her made her world, along with her heartbeat.
Feel as if someone had pressed the pause button.
A feeling like a thunderbolt on a clear day spread within the girl’s heart.
Leaving her incapable of even limited thinking.
She just stood there stiffly, her limbs ice-cold.
The blood drained from her cheeks, gradually turning pale.
The silver pupils lost their luster visibly, becoming dull.
Like flower petals that withered in an instant after falling from the branch.
But this only enhanced the breathtaking beauty of the girl.
As if she were a perfect puppet carved from ice and snow.
And the culprit causing all of this.
Without a doubt, it was the unfamiliar girl standing proudly by Bai Ze’s bed at this moment.
She possessed everything that could be perceived as stunning.
A flawless and perfect countenance, a figure that combined elegance and strength.
Midnight-black hair cascaded elegantly.
surpassing the darkness of the night.
against her fair and icy skin.
Her slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, adorned in deep red, radiated brilliance, all for the small elven girl before her.
She had everything, perfection without blemish.
Except she wasn’t Ji Lian.
So, it wasn’t good.
…
Ji Yu Su never doubted her own eyes.
Until the moment she saw an elf slave kneeling on her bed.
Clad in a bridal white gown, seemingly helpless.
Even her breathing became slightly hurried at that sight.
Facing brutal orc warriors, terrifying demon generals, and elegant elven guards on the blood-soaked battlefield.
She had always swung her sword calmly, securing victory after victory.
So far, the scenes that made Ji Yu Su’s heart race were few and far between.
Recalling the past, the last time was during the defeat of the Western God’s Temple when facing the strongest from the West, the “Holy Knight of Saint.”
It was a battle that Ji Yu Su had always held in her heart, as the Knight Ji had escaped, and thus there was no clear winner.
But now, her heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment, as she never harbored any doubts.
She understood that the elf girl before her now belonged to her.
“Master Ji Lian…”
Is this the “gift” you prepared for me?
Muttering her sister’s name, Ji Yu Su’s wine-red eyes displayed a complex mix of emotions.
Upon hearing her call Ji Lian’s name, the delicate and trembling figure of the elf girl in the corner of the bed showed a clear reaction.
At this moment, Bai Ze still clung to a final hope deep within her heart.
Fueled by the gentleness she experienced from her master Ji Lian.
She believed that master Ji Lian would not abandon her.
She thought maybe the dark-haired girl before her had entered the wrong room.
Perhaps master Ji Lian would come to her rescue soon…
As long as she could endure until that moment—
Bai Ze vaguely sensed the identity of the girl before her, and that was also the source of her greatest fear.
Ji Yu Su, the indifferent female protagonist of the original work and the young lady of the Ji family.
As the protagonist with a formidable martial prowess in the novel, her personality is capricious, displaying unpredictable emotions.
She is not adept at verbal communication but is incredibly proactive in her actions.
Frequently, in situations where the original female lead, Sherya, is oblivious to her own mistakes.
She subjects her to cruel punishments.
Reducing her to a gasping state through relentless torment.
If one’s first night falls into her hands…
Then, “surviving” becomes the top priority that Bai Ze must ensure!
Perhaps due to sensing the resistance and fear from the elf slave towards herself,
Ji Yu Su’s gaze gradually turns cold.
She abandons the idea of taking a shower in the bathroom.
Instead climbing onto the bed with a body drenched in post-training sweat.
The elf maiden’s delicate, pale feet incessantly kick at the bedding.
Attempting to squeeze into a narrower, darker corner of the bed.
If only there were a crack, she sincerely wishes it could serve as her refuge.
A place that would shield her from Ji Yu Su’s humiliation.
Allow her to endure until the rescue of her beloved master, Ji Lian.
However, the harsh reality lies in its indifference to human desires.
Why did Ji Yu Su enter the wrong room?
Why should I be treated like this?
Before she could ponder the answers she sought,
In the next moment, Bai Ze feels her ankle clamped as if by an iron pincer.
A force so overpowering, with a gentle tug, it shatters her concealed hopes.
“Ahh…!”
Bai Ze could only emit delicate gasps.
She was dragged in front of Ji Yu Su, beneath her.
Her heart, pounding wildly with fear, made the slight rise of her chest.
Adorned with snowy lace, especially alluring as it heaved up and down.
Silver locks scattered like blossoming flowers.
And the girl, a delicate elf amidst the flowers, was heartbreakingly beautiful.
She attempted to shield her teary eyes with her hands.
But Ji Yu Su merely gave a gentle squeeze.
With just the slender and distinct joints of her fingers.
She effortlessly restrained the struggling wrists of the elf slave.
Forcefully pressing them against her head.
Boundless humiliation spread unchecked in the constricted chest, tasting indescribable, like overturning a container of seasonings.
Bai Ze’s tender cheeks were adorned with pear-like teardrops.
Her vision blurred amid the tears, making it difficult to see Ji Yu Su’s face.
She couldn’t discern the supposed cold expression on her face.
Replaced by a bewildered and puzzled look.
Ji Yu Su didn’t understand.
Why was the girl crying?
Why wasn’t the girl accommodating and serving her?
Why did she resist and evade?
Didn’t she understand that she already belonged to her…?
Regardless, this was an unalterable fact.
She urgently wanted to make the elven maiden understand.
So, with an air of inevitability, she revealed the most unbearable truth before Bai Ze.
“From now on, you are my personal maid.”
“This is also why Ji Lian bought you.”
“And as a gift, send you to my room.”
Ji Yu Su’s indifferent words echoed.
The strength of the elf maiden’s struggle disappeared instantly.
Bai Ze widened her eyes, the cherry-colored pupils seeming to lose their luster, veiled in a gray haze.
For a moment, silence enveloped the surroundings.
Only the glistening tears flowed endlessly.
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