Chapter 40 : Let
Look at You Instead ( )
Late at night, in the boudoir.
Vivian had finished all her daily lessons. Although she had long been accustod to it, the inevitable fatigue remained. Fortunately, she had a three-days-on, four-days-off schedule.
So why was she even tired?
She had changed into a gauzy nightgown. The faintly translucent fabric created a hazy, suggestive silhouette. She now lay on the luxurious bed, while the familiar white-haired maid sat beside her.
“You are looking so closely. Do you want to touch again?”
Half-jokingly, Vivian pinched the hem of her nightgown and slowly lifted it. What had been half-hidden at the root of her thighs was now completely exposed to the air.
Without the enhancent of stockings, her legs still displayed flawless curves. The scent of roses lingering constantly at the tip of the nose was like a forbidden drug, captivating and intoxicating.
It might numb the nerves of ordinary onlookers—but not those with strong resistance. Eve was a perfect example.
Vivian’s body seed to lt into the softness of the bedding. Leaning lazily on the pillows, she curled her lips in a faint smile.
A posture she had never shown to outsiders was now granted to a single spectator—and that spectator was rely a Personal Maid.
Unbelievable.
If one were to ask around, countless noble heirs of great families would spend fortunes just to win a beauty’s smile, yet never even approach her.
anwhile, this maid had paid no price at all. In just two days, she had captured Vivian’s attention—and even earned special treatnt.
Perhaps temperant, appearance, and conduct were all indispensable.
“Miss, please conduct yourself properly.”
“What did you say? Properly?”
Vivian laughed, twirling a strand of red hair. “I wonder who it was that treated
like less than human while playing with my legs. I was calling out the whole ti… and now you act righteous?”
With that, she lifted one leg and placed her ankle on Eve’s shoulder, pressing lightly to signal her to sit closer.
“You were the one who asked
to do so,” Eve replied evenly, allowing Vivian to tease the edge of her ear.
In her hand she idly flipped a coin of the lowest denomination between her fingers. It was said that experienced detectives liked such habits—it helped clear the mind.
“Fine, I asked,” Vivian pouted, nudging her head with her toes. “What about now? Do you want to do it again? Rember—I want sothing real…”
“I do not.”
Before she finished, Eve interrupted without hesitation.
Vivian slowly ford a question mark on her face. The firmness in Eve’s answer did not sound like a lie.
After all, this was soone who did not hesitate even when killing.
Still unconvinced, Vivian pressed, “Truly do not want to? Look into my eyes and say it again. I am like this now—do you really not want to?”
“My answer remains the sa.”
“Tsk!”
Vivian was at a loss. She even began doubting whether sothing was wrong with her charm. It should not be so. If it were anyone else, nine out of ten would comply.
The remaining one would simply prefer mature won.
As she pondered, an idea struck her. Why insist on playing with her legs? Why not reverse it and play with Eve’s instead?
Knowing full well that Eve was difficult to deal with, Vivian suddenly reached out and snatched the coin from her hand. “Stop playing with that useless coin. What is so interesting about it?”
She then hurled it out the window.
At that mont, below, a green-haired little girl happened to be passing by, having just stolen so food from the kitchen and returning to her nest, humming cheerfully.
The coin struck her squarely on the head.
“Ah—!” Ella clutched her head and crouched. “Who ambushed …?”
Her eyes caught a glint on the ground. After picking it up, her eyes brightened. “I cannot believe I found money?”
She glanced left and right furtively, then slipped the coin into her skirt pocket. “Since no one is here, it is mine. I must show Ail later!”
…
anwhile, the coin’s forr owner looked toward the window in silence, feeling a faint sense of loss. Was a single coin not still money?
Though she had picked it up in the first place…
“Stop looking. I will give you a whole carriage of them later,” Vivian said, using her foot to turn Eve’s face back so her gaze focused only on her.
“You still owe
a request. I have not forgotten. Now is the perfect ti to fulfill it. Do you have anything to say?”
“I have nothing to say. Please state it.”
“You are more impatient than I am?” Vivian blinked, then recovered. She withdrew her foot and sat upright, looking Eve over from top to bottom.
Her gaze finally locked onto the grand curves she could never possess, even in her dreams. Who knew whether they were real? What if they were artificially enhanced? She must verify personally.
“Take off your clothes.”
This ti Eve was the one who froze. “What?”
“I said, take off your clothes!” Vivian pointed with unmistakable intent.
Eve nodded slowly. “Ah. Take off my clothes…”
Wait—take off her clothes?
She did not move at once. Instead, she looked at Vivian’s serious expression and fell silent. Just as the latter was about to grow impatient—
“Young Miss, as the daughter of the Hatherin Family, asking
to remove my clothes—regardless of your intention—does that not violate proper decorum?”
“I do not care about decorum. Are you going back on your word? Trying to act like a fraud?”
Indeed, a promise once made must be kept. Especially when accused of deceit.
Seeing persuasion fail, Eve considered: they were both won… nothing would be lost.
Under Vivian’s expectant gaze—not for desire, but for compliance—Eve began.
Her maid uniform featured an open-shoulder design. There was no need to remove it entirely. She simply hooked a finger under the lace ruffle that circled her chest and gently pulled downward.
Vivian almost thought she heard a reverberating sound in the quiet room, magnified absurdly in her mind.
The visual effect was equally startling. Freed from restraint, the curves seed to surge forward with force, making her cheeks flush instantly.
Eve lowered her eyelids halfway, crossed her arms beneath to support herself, and waited expressionlessly for Vivian’s next move.
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