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Join the ServerLin Shishi, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, reached for a clean towel. She meticulously dried Song Qinghuan’s feet, attending to every curve from the toes to the delicate ankles.
Song Qinghuan drew back her feet, settling into a cross-legged position on the bed.
Her gaze followed Lin Shishi as she carried the basin to the bathroom, emptied it, and then tucked it back under the bed. Lin Shishi then stood hesitantly in the center of the room, clearly unsure of her next move.
“Go wash up,” Song Qinghuan instructed, her voice regaining its customary coolness. “Then sleep. Morning class is at eight tomorrow; we’ll need to rise early.”
Lin Shishi nodded, gathering her toiletries in silence before disappearing into the bathroom.
By the time she emerged, Song Qinghuan was already lying in her own bed, her back turned, seemingly asleep.
The only light in the room was a small bedside lamp, casting a soft, dim glow.
Lin Shishi quietly climbed into her own bed, pulling the thin blanket over herself.
She lay on her side, facing Song Qinghuan’s silhouette, gazing at that figure in the faint light.
Song Qinghuan’s form rose and fell gently beneath the covers. The lines of her shoulders and neck were graceful and elegant, her long black hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink on silk.
Her breathing was steady, as if she truly slept.
But Lin Shishi knew she wasn’t.
Only moments before, she had faintly seen Song Qinghuan’s shoulders tremble slightly—a tremor of suppressed laughter.
This realization stirred a complex mix of emotions within Lin Shishi.
Shame, fear, and a sense of grievance, yet strangely, there was also a hint of… secret excitement?
It was like the feeling she got when describing those scenes in her diary: a racing heart, burning cheeks, and an unfamiliar warmth surging deep within her body.
She turned over, facing the wall, and curled herself into a tight ball.
‘Waaah,’ the girl thought. ‘The days of shame have arrived.’
Meanwhile, in the other bed, Song Qinghuan’s eyes were open, and she chuckled silently in the darkness.
‘The good days are still to come,’ the girl mused.
With that thought, she finally closed her eyes, utterly content.
****
Daybreak.
Lin Shishi groaned, struggling awake from a chaotic dream.
Her eyelashes were damp with unshed tears, clumping into fine, sticky strands.
An entire night of heavy, exhausting dreams, all filled with Song Qinghuan—her smiling eyes, her cool fingertips, and those things that made Lin Shishi’s entire body flush just recalling them…
She kept her eyes closed, curled up in the soft covers, pretending the night hadn’t passed, pretending she could still hide.
A lazy yawn sounded beside her.
Song Qinghuan was awake.
She turned onto her side. The morning light, filtering through a gap in the curtains, fell directly on her face, outlining her fair, delicate features.
Her skin was impossibly flawless, like premium suet jade, gleaming with a subtle luster.
At this moment, still hazy from sleep, she looked at the slightly trembling ‘cocoon’ beside her, and a soft curve naturally formed on her lips.
But this softness lasted only a moment; she quickly realized something.
“Hey, little pet, I’m awake. Hurry up and fetch me some water.”
The voice was not loud, yet it was undeniably clear.
Lin Shishi’s heart tightened. She held her breath, trying to feign sleep to the very end.
Song Qinghuan narrowed her eyes.
She was all too familiar with this silent resistance from the other girl, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand—adorable and pathetic.
She wasn’t in a hurry. She merely tapped the bedside table with a fingertip, her voice chilling slightly. “It seems a certain little pet has forgotten the contract we signed. Do you really want your secrets to be known by others?”
No sooner had she spoken than the body under the covers gave a sudden jolt.
Song Qinghuan watched the effect with satisfaction, continuing her slow, deliberate words, as if pronouncing a judgment. “I’ll count to three. Three, two…”
“Ugh!”
Before she could finish counting, Lin Shishi instantly let out a whimper, almost springing upright.
She turned her head, disheveled black hair clinging to her cheeks, her eyes still red-rimmed. A pair of moist, deer-like eyes gazed pleadingly at Song Qinghuan, brimming with entreaty. “No…”
“Since that’s the case, then you know what you should do, don’t you?”
Song Qinghuan watched her, perfectly at ease.
Lin Shishi lowered her head, exposing her pale, vulnerable neck. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. “Yes, Qinghuan-jie.”
“Hmm?”
Song Qinghuan’s face suddenly hardened.
A thin layer of icy displeasure abruptly clouded her exquisitely beautiful face.
She possessed an extraordinary beauty, not one of gentle grace, but of an aggressive, vibrant, and striking allure. Even in anger, her peach blossom eyes only sharpened, and her嫣red lips, pressed slightly together, held a breathtaking charm. “What did you call me?”
Lin Shishi’s cheeks instantly burned. She closed her eyes for a moment, then finally squeezed out the two words that filled her with both immense shame and a subtle tremor: “Ma… Master.”
“Hmph, that’s better.”
The frost on Song Qinghuan’s face melted away in an instant. “So, what did Master just say?”
“To fetch you water.”
“Indeed. I need to wash my face. Hurry and bring me the water.”
She leaned back, propped against the headboard, one shoulder strap of her silk nightgown slipping down to reveal a rounded, fair shoulder.
“Yes, Master.”
Lin Shishi resignedly climbed out of bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor.
She wore a modest cotton nightgown, its hem reaching just above her knees. The style was ordinary, yet on her slender frame, it appeared particularly delicate and pitiable.
Song Qinghuan’s gaze followed her intently, watching her move like a startled small animal to the washbasin, clumsily pouring water. The amusement in Song Qinghuan’s eyes deepened with every moment.
“Hmph, now that’s more like it.”
She murmured to herself, a hint of a wicked curve on her lips. The girl’s back in the nightgown, her slender waist, the slight curve of her hips, and her straight, pale calves—all fell under Song Qinghuan’s scrutiny.
“Hmm, she’s not wearing anything cute enough today,” Song Qinghuan mused, her eyes glinting. “It seems I’ll have to give this little girl some proper guidance later.”
It was only 6:50 AM, indeed very early, and the dormitory building was still quiet.
Lin Shishi yawned, bringing the mixed warm water to Song Qinghuan, her eyes not daring to lift.
Song Qinghuan slowly began her morning routine.
She could have easily gone to the washroom herself, but she deliberately chose not to.
She wanted this beautiful, secretly passionate girl to serve her personally.
After all, these were the very scenes the other girl had fantasized about repeatedly in her secret diary, penned with trembling yet excited strokes.
Song Qinghuan felt she was already being very restrained.
After all, this outwardly timid and cowardly girl was, at heart, a super… little pervert.
After her ablutions, Song Qinghuan commanded Lin Shishi to brush her teeth.
Once Lin Shishi had tidied herself, she changed into a standard girls’ school uniform: a white shirt, a dark blue pleated skirt, paired with white ankle socks and black leather shoes.
It was very proper, almost a little dowdy.
Song Qinghuan’s brow immediately furrowed, as if she had seen something unsightly.
“These clothes are so old-fashioned, aren’t they?” she commented bluntly, her gaze critically sweeping up and down. “Hey, my little pet, I’m talking to you!”
Seeing Song Qinghuan raise her hand, Lin Shishi flinched back in fright, her neck retracting, and she quietly asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I said, this outfit of yours isn’t sexy at all. It’s so outdated.”
Song Qinghuan walked up to her, her fingertip plucking at the collar of Lin Shishi’s shirt before releasing it, letting the fabric spring back.
“But… I don’t have any better clothes,” Lin Shishi frowned, a hint of grievance in her voice. Her family was of modest means; her mother raised her alone, so all her clothes were practical and plain.
“Hmph! You sly little darling.”
Song Qinghuan didn’t believe her for a second. She turned and began rummaging through her own exquisite wardrobe. “Alright, it just so happens I have a girlish outfit. It’s hot now, so it’s perfect. This short skirt set, put it on.”
She pulled out an outfit, deliberately shaking it open in front of Lin Shishi.
It was a boldly designed, modified JK uniform.
The top was a crop-top design, with a slightly low neckline and delicate lace trim on the cuffs.
The skirt was very short, barely covering her upper thighs.
Lin Shishi’s eyes widened instantly, and her face flushed crimson. “But… this is too short, isn’t it…?”
“Oh?” Song Qinghuan’s voice rose at the end. “What does that mean? Are you refusing my arrangement?”
“No, I wouldn’t dare,” Lin Shishi frantically shook her head.
“You wouldn’t dare, or you’re unwilling? Or are you simply refusing my command?”
Song Qinghuan pressed closer, step by step.
“Al… alright… Waaah!”
Lin Shishi knew there was no escape.
Under Song Qinghuan’s burning gaze, she could only remove her original school uniform piece by piece.
Her fair skin was exposed to the cool air, prompting a series of tiny shivers.
She shyly wrapped her arms around herself, but Song Qinghuan irresistibly pulled them away.
“Hurry up, don’t dawdle.”
Song Qinghuan personally picked up the red uniform and helped her put it on.
It was undeniable, however, that the outfit seemed tailor-made for her.
Her petite, delicate figure was exquisitely outlined by the form-fitting design.
The soft, beautifully shaped curves of her chest, though not overly ample, were highlighted.
Her slender waist was so narrow it could be spanned by a single hand.
And beneath the short skirt, her straight, pale legs were dazzling to behold.
Song Qinghuan stepped back two paces, crossing her arms to admire her ‘creation.’
She couldn’t help but lick her slightly dry lips.
“Honestly, your figure… it’s truly good.”
Her voice deepened slightly. “It’s just a pity it’s a little petite. But being petite has its advantages…”
She chuckled, hinting at something unspoken. “It makes one intensely desire to pick you up. Hehehe… truly a little girl who’s secretly passionate to the core, utterly adorable.”
Lin Shishi’s hands awkwardly covered her front, her head bowed so low it almost disappeared into her chest, her neck and cheeks a fiery crimson.
“You’re missing a pair of shoes.”
Song Qinghuan turned, retrieving a pair of red stiletto heels from the shoe cabinet. The heels were impossibly thin and high, gleaming with an alluring luster.
“Yes, wear these. Don’t wear those white sneakers; they don’t match at all. Your outfit is red, so the shoes must match.”
Under Lin Shishi’s pitiful gaze and Song Qinghuan’s undeniable insistence, she eventually changed into the high heels.
The slender heels elevated her ankles, elongating the lines of her calves and making her already delicate figure appear even more graceful.
However, she was clearly unaccustomed to such high shoes, standing unsteadily, her hands instinctively reaching for something to grasp. Her face was a mixture of shyness and panic.
Watching her like this, Song Qinghuan felt an intense itch, an almost uncontrollable urge to immediately push her down and ‘bully’ her fiercely.
But she took a deep breath, managing to restrain herself.
A good game, after all, should be played slowly.
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