Chapter 76: An Intentional Accident
Ellie reacted quickly and bowed deeply. “S-sincerely sorry, Young Miss!”
An ill-tid sound resembling suppressed laughter arose beside her. She glared viciously toward it, yet all she could see were faces wavering between composure and breaking into smiles, maintaining a fa??ade of [seriousness].
Pfft…
“You all…!”
“If you are going, hurry and sign. I do not care to waste so many words,” Vivian said irritably, stirring the hair by her ear and even leaning directly against the maid’s shoulder as if seeking comfort.
The Head Maid brought the prepared list. Without even looking, Ellie quickly signed her na and resud a standard posture.
“Who else volunteers?” Vivian swept her gaze over those she considered decent candidates. “The reward will naturally not be small. Double salary this month, plus two reimbursed outings.”
The mont she finished speaking, the maids erupted in commotion, crowding forward.
“! ! I want to go!”
“I do too!”
“Miss, please look at !”
Indeed, only tangible rewards motivated action. From another perspective, it was rather pitiful.
A bit of easily obtained money was enough to excite these lower-class people who had never seen much of the world. Vivian thoroughly enjoyed this sense of superiority.
She lifted her chin and said calmly, “Quiet. Such impatience is unbecoming. Line up and register with the Head Maid.”
With a precedent set, the registration process proceeded quickly. Many maids signed, whispering excitedly.
While they were occupied, aside from Ellie, few paid attention to the two beauties on the sofa, boldly pressed together.
Vivian’s leg rested directly on Eve’s, her head on her shoulder, her lazy charming eyes making her resemble a delicate bird leaning on its companion.
“Young Miss, so many people are watching…”
“Hmm? I know. What, do you mind? Or do you dislike ?” Vivian rubbed against her again.
A pair of jade-like feet swayed before Eve’s eyes. If there were not so many people present, she might have grabbed them imdiately.
Then, as if deliberately, Vivian lifted her skirt, revealing a blind spot visible only to the other.
She lightly hooked the edge, grasped Eve’s hand, and guided it toward that patch of pure white taboo, teasing:
“How is it? You used your mouth on this, and I have worn it properly… heh… I can almost hear your heartbeat calling
[Master].”
“……”
“Speak. You would not be excited, would you? How disgusting and perverse, hehe…” She covered her mouth and laughed, every movent teasing.
Eve said nothing, simply staring blankly. At this point she even inwardly wondered who exactly was the pervert.
Please do not lift the panties now… it is quite impolite.
“Young Miss, I advise you to stop while you can.”
Vivian’s smile froze, her gaze turning dangerous. “Oh? What did you say? Stop while I can? Are you amusing ?”
Then she realized Eve’s eyes were not on her. Following the gaze, she noticed several maids secretly peeking from outside the crowd.
Without shouting, her fierce look alone was warning enough. The maids watching secretly all turned around in unison.
Yet they still thought their Young Miss was too bold—openly acting intimate before everyone.
So had already begun imagining strange scenarios: the seductive Young Miss trying to tempt the cold-faced white-haired Personal Maid…
Vivian snorted and turned back, lowering her skirt, arms crossed, appearing to wait for the remaining registrations, yet clearly harboring other thoughts.
After all… soone’s hand was still beneath the skirt.
Was it intentional?
Eve blinked, looked into those aningful eyes, saying nothing yet saying everything.
She then tentatively touched the inner thigh, but Vivian, who was leaning on his shoulder in silence, simply closed her eyes.
The aning was obvious: she could play, but she had to know her limits. Eve naturally understood—but Vivian happened to be the sensitive type.
The very next second after granting silent permission, she bit her teeth secretly. Not mainly because the wandering touch felt pleasant, but because there were other people in the sa room.
There was sothing thrilling about it—how could doing it openly compare to sneaking around? This feeling of enduring rebellion without being discovered was truly…
Wait!
Vivian suddenly trembled, her eyes snapping open. She yanked Eve’s hand out in disbelief and asked with a shaking voice, “Where did you just touch?!”
“Do not play dumb. You have quite the nerve. I have not permitted you to touch there—was it intentional or accidental?”
“It was an accident.”
Still not quite answering the question, Eve swore she truly had not ant it. She had brushed against a soft spot by mistake and had not even realized it herself.
Vivian reacted first—but thinking about it, that was normal. After all, she was the one touched; anyone would panic.
Clearly, Vivian’s… affection level—no, favorability—was insufficient. Certain special scenes and even contact areas were still locked.
Whether forced or accidental, it would trigger consequences large or small, including her face now red enough to drip blood.
Her mind overheated, unsure how to respond. Vivian withdrew her leg and stopped leaning against her, appearing awkward and at a loss.
Eve thought she rely wanted to change position and even scooted closer, causing Vivian to start babbling incoherently.
Muttering words impossible to make out.
“No…”
“What cannot?”
“Do—”
Before finishing, Vivian jolted in realization and imdiately stopped herself, feeling utterly insane upon reflection.
So itchy… it feels like I am growing a brain. I cannot think about this anymore.
She refused to deal with Eve further and suddenly fell silent, her expression instantly turning serious as she stared at the gathered maids.
“Young Miss? May I not touch anymore?”
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