Chapter 287: The White-Haired Maid’s Complete Breakdown, the Lady’s Dark Turn Approaches (2)
A darkly seductive beauty lounged on a chaise. Her long, wine-red hair was sprawled everywhere, and her black gauzy dress cascaded loosely around her, adding an air of mysterious allure.
Her enchanting face now looked lazy, her expressions barely animated.
The languid charm of her deanor exuded a soft, irresistible seductiveness.
When she saw Shia turn, she lazily lifted her wrist in a weak wave, as if that sufficed for a greeting.
Though her movents seed sluggish, every gesture carried an inviting sensuality.
Even that wave felt like an unspoken invitation.
Shia blinked at the unexpected scene.
“What happened to you?”
She looked like she’d been completely drained of energy.
“It’s nothing, just tired,” i replied in a soft, coquettish voice.
She pressed her delicate arms against the chaise, struggling to sit up.
Her movents were weak, and as the black gauze slipped from her shoulders, her creamy skin was exposed.
Yet she didn’t bother pulling the fabric back, instead leaning back against the chair, her breath slightly labored.
With each breath, her chest heaved dramatically.
i, though lacking composure, radiated an irresistible languid charm.
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Recently, she had been infusing divine power daily.
Despite being a reluctant deity, she had unexpectedly kept her word.
But as she was only a wisp of a divine soul, this constant consumption had taken its toll.
Now, she looked entirely spent.
Even Shia felt a twinge of guilt.
If this continued, she might not last long enough to benefit from the nurturing of the primordial creation; she could end up drained dry, dissipating into nothingness.
“Honestly, you don’t have to push yourself so hard,” Shia said.
“That won’t do,” i replied with surprising firmness, though her voice remained soft. “I’m a deity. I keep my promises.”
She reached up, brushing her long hair back over her shoulder.
Her creamy, exposed shoulder glowed softly in the light.
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“I’ll let you stay rent-free for the next few days.”
i’s eyes imdiately lit up.
Though her body seed utterly depleted, she suddenly looked revitalized.
She even managed to stand.
“You’re so kind!” she exclaid, a joyful smile spreading across her face.
She stepped forward, her bare feet padding softly on the ground as she moved toward Shia.
Opening her arms, she gently embraced him.
Her soft, warm body pressed against his, and a faint, intoxicating fragrance surrounded him.
Shia could clearly feel her gratitude, as divine as it was personal.
He hesitated but eventually wrapped his arms around her.
Why did this deity seem so easy to please?
And yet, the figure in his arms grew even softer, entirely leaning on him for support.
Her delicate fra seed incapable of standing without his strength.
Shia tightened his grip to keep her from slipping, glancing down at her.
i looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her expression almost childlike.
Then she broke into a radiant smile.
“My legs gave out. Sorry.”
But her tone lacked any real remorse.
Shia sighed, unable to harden his heart against her.
Scooping her up, he carried her back to the chaise.
“Rest up. I’ll give you a break on rent for a few days. Focus on recovering.”
i bead at him, her laughter light and lodic.
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After leaving i’s space, Shia intended to return ho.
He had already started heading in that direction when his phone buzzed.
Nia’s na flashed repeatedly on the screen, the urgency almost palpable.
As soon as he answered, her voice, low and serious, ca through.
“Don’t co back yet!”
Her tone was both hurried and hushed, as though she were deliberately keeping her voice down.
Before Shia could respond, the line went dead.
He stood there, phone still in hand, confused.
Huh?
From her tone, it seed urgent.
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Inside the villa, Nia took a deep breath, forcing a bright smile onto her face.
She turned, opening the bathroom door, and walked back into the living room.
In front of the sofa sat a stunning figure wearing golden-frad glasses.
Her long, pointed elf ears frad dazzling erald-green eyes. Her curvaceous body, in perfect proportions, pushed her professional OL outfit to its limits, making it appear almost bursting at the seams.
Her cold and exquisite beauty stood out even among the typically beautiful elves, ranking her among the most breathtaking.
Her brows and facial structure bore so resemblance to Nia’s, but her deanor was far more aloof and commanding.
The white stockings and high heels accentuated her shapely figure, imbuing the otherwise pure white with a hint of sensual allure.
Even though she rely sat upright with perfect posture, her presence radiated the oppressive aura of soone in authority.
While her outfit and overall appearance were refined and first-class, there was an unyielding sense of formality and gravitas that made her feel unapproachable.
Across from her on the sofa sat Rong, trembling with unease.
She barely dared to let her rear touch the edge of the seat, her whole body taut with tension.
It seed like even the slightest disturbance would cause her to leap up like a startled bird.
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“Auntie, would you like so water?” Nia asked, keeping her usual bubbly deanor. But only she knew how tightly her legs were tensed beneath her loose white dress.
Facing her aunt felt like standing on the front lines—she couldn’t afford the slightest misstep.
Her greeting was t with complete indifference. The elf simply raised her elegant hand and adjusted her glasses, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room's furnishings before settling on Nia.
“Are you certain only girls live here?”
Her cold, magnetic voice carried the unmistakable authority of soone used to being obeyed.
Nia’s smile grew even brighter.
“Of course! That’s definitely the case!”
But even as she spoke, her smile froze slightly.
She sidled up to her aunt, sitting down beside her and wrapping her arms around her waist. Her soft body pressed close as she rested her chin on her aunt’s shoulder, launching a gentle, affectionate assault.
“Auntie, why are you only visiting now?” she cooed. “I’ve missed you so much!”
Her petite fra seed to lt into her aunt’s embrace, clinging to her like a spoiled child.
But only Nia knew how tense her expression was behind her aunt’s back.
In the next mont, she was pushed away.
“Stop with the antics. Even though this isn’t a formal occasion, you still need to maintain proper decorum.”
“Is this how I taught you before?”
Her voice was still rigid and stern, though her tone softened ever so slightly.
Nia felt a spark of hope. 'It worked!'
She imdiately doubled down, trying to please her aunt further.
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