Chapter 73: Want It? Then Co Take It Yourself
Her face still did not redden, nor did her heartbeat quicken.
Eve very much did not want to admit she had a fondness for young girls. Morally speaking it was a violation, almost a sickness—sothing only shaless nobles would do to children.
But at this mont… even she felt slightly dazed.
The petite beauty before her was like sothing stepping out of forbidden night reading into reality—an otherworldly being from hell most skilled at bewitching hearts.
What was it called again… ah, she rembered. A succubus with horns and a tail. A loli succubus.
This strange sensation did not co from emotion, but from the most primitive and irresistible instinct—the urge of flesh colliding with flesh. In short, she very much wanted to pick her up…
No… what am I thinking? Such perverse thoughts—I would never dare think them. I have been vegetarian for so long I fear at. Who put this into my head?
So you admit it is your head? ()
Eve closed her eyes and shook her head hard, trying to drive those delusional thoughts away. Yet when she opened her eyes again, the scene before her stunned her once more.
The red-haired girl had already straightened herself, still facing away. At the final mont when the high-waisted skirt’s button lost its hold, she bent slightly along with it.
Flexible indeed—worthy of soone who practiced yoga. Her legs remained straight the entire ti, yet the posture created the impression of her backside lifting…
Wait.
Eve’s eyes widened slightly. The old panties that should have been replaced…
Why had they returned to their original position?
Before she could ask, Vivian had already hooked the skirt lightly with her foot, sending it flying to the sa place as the shirt.
Heh… now there was no equipnt left to drop.
Yes, yes, you know what you want to ask. Of course undergarnts do not count—those are bound items. Without the owner’s permission, at least for now, they cannot be accessed.
And if soone forcibly accessed them, the consequences would probably be severe.
Wake up, children. Let
remind you again: do not let desire defeat reason. The closer your hand is to temptation, the further your health will be.
Look at our role model—Eve. Right now she is without desire, a transcendent existence.
What do you an leaning closer for a better look?
Eve straightened her posture again. The skirt hem had been crooked just now—understandable. She thought it was rely average. She did not even know when the white thigh-high stockings had been removed beforehand; sothing was missing.
Coincidentally, Vivian had also finished changing. The provocative beauty vanished, replaced by sothing even more striking.
A dress in black and red overall tones, using pure black as the base and decorated with red ribbons and frills, highlighting all her beauty, nobility, and pride.
The multilayered irregular black frills ford a skirt like a small cake. The upper body had a V-neck design, revealing her collarbone.
And… those two discordant marks.
Vivian stood on tiptoe, holding the skirt with both hands and spinning around twice on the bed. Then, in a lofty tone, she raised an eyebrow.
“I would not stoop to deceiving you. Well? Now do you understand what a truly suitable existence is?”
Seeing her only nod, Vivian instantly felt her effort wasted and grew displeased. “Would saying sothing nice kill you?! When it cos to taking advantage of
you act enthusiastic, yet now you are silent?”
“You misunderstand, Young Miss. Your appearance cannot be described with words.”
“Hmph.” Vivian crossed her arms and looked aside.
“However… sothing is still missing…”
Hearing this, Vivian froze. Was she still not perfect?
Just as she prepared to retort indignantly, Eve continued, “Stockings… mm… thick white ones.”
Vivian’s mouth twitched. Her brain temporarily failed to process language. After all this effort, were stockings more important than the entire outfit?
Seeing her silent, Eve thought she had concerns and added, “I am serious, not joking. Please consider this suggestion carefully.”
“……”
“Black would also be acceptable.”
“Enough, close your mouth. I understand. Stop talking.”
Vivian covered her face with one hand and gestured [stop] with the other. After a relieved sigh, she muttered softly, “Tsk, you damned leg fetishist…”
She had deliberately stripped everything just now—almost exposing everything—and this girl had not reacted at all. Could it be that area was less attractive than a pair of legs?
What a joke… how humiliating… how could this be…
“Would you like
to fetch a pair for you?”
“Why are you so eager!!!”
Why angry again…
Eve could only abandon the idea of satisfying her inner desire. She even felt slightly regretful, and also forgot about the panties entirely—after all… those two marks were far too conspicuous.
Vivian noticed her gaze and subconsciously touched her neck. Tilting her head, she said casually, “What? Realized it now? Do you know how excessive you were?”
“I am telling you, I will wear this outfit to tomorrow’s gathering. From now on, I will not deliberately hide this either.” She stepped closer until standing before Eve, pointing at the two marks.
Leaning down to et her eyes, she grabbed Eve’s collar emblem with the sa montum as when she once accepted a tactic. “You think I will feel ashad? Dream on. If soone asks, I will even tell them the dog I keep at ho disobeyed and attacked its master.”
After she finished speaking ca several minutes of silence. They stared at each other as though neither would yield, until a knock sounded on the door—one long and two short.
Vivian turned and shouted sharply at the door, “Get lost!”
Then she turned back to Eve’s still expressionless face. Her grip tightened slightly, and after withdrawing her anger she suddenly grew curious.
“Answer honestly. Do not lie. After leaving marks while toying with … did you feel even the slightest guilt?”
“Yes, Young Miss.”
Vivian nodded repeatedly, very satisfied with the answer. She then showed an apparently harmless smile. “That is precisely why I must leave the marks visible, so you will always rember your cri.”
“At least… until I completely forgive you. Understood?”
“Understood.”
Though the reply did not quite match the question, Vivian could not be bothered to pursue it. Sudden drowsiness made her yawn.
She waved her hand, turning cold after finishing her amusent, and lazily issued an order. “You have nothing else to do now. Leave. Wake
before dark.”
Eve quickly returned all the clothes piled on the bed to their proper places and turned to leave.
“Oh, right.”
She stopped abruptly and turned back, seeing the red-haired girl’s back as she removed the dress—yet the next second the other also looked back at her.
“How was the taste?”
A question mark slowly appeared on her face. “Young Miss, please clarify.”
“You just used your mouth. Forgot already? Or… want another taste?” As she spoke, Vivian had already stripped down to her undergarnts and lay sideways on the bed, one hand supporting her head while the other hooked the garnt at her hips.
Snap.
“Hehe, you want it? Then co take it yourself.”
Click…
Her only response was the soft sound of the door closing. Vivian frowned and pouted.
“Hmph, lecherous but cowardly.”
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