Becoming a Slave

In a luxurious but empty restaurant, a young girl in a black robe pushed open the door and casually took a seat.

A woman who was mixing drinks noticed the lost little figure.

She picked up the glass in her hand, slowly came to her side, pulled out a chair, sat down, moved the glass over, and put in a bamboo straw.

She propped her chin on one hand, her face smiling, like a mother waiting for her daughter to complain,

“Here, this is your favorite lemonade. Tell me, who bullied little Linlin? Or did you quarrel with Mavis?”

The woman was very gentle, with the feeling of an intellectual older sister.

Linlin took a big gulp of the straw, paused for a moment, and then slowly began to explain.

The woman was a very perfect listener.

She would express appropriate opinions at the right time, but she would not steal the show.

Talking to her always felt very comfortable, like a spring breeze.

“Oh, I see,” the woman said, understanding. “Little Linlin is feeling panicked about her abnormality?”

Linlin nodded. “Teacher Bertha, you may not understand, but that’s how it is. I killed someone, but I don’t have any of the symptoms after killing someone for the first time.

I’m afraid I’m really like a demon… cough cough, I don’t mean to say demons are bad, I just want to be more like a person.”

Although her body was a succubus, Linlin’s self-perception had always been human.

However, the senior in front of her was a real demon, so saying this felt a bit strange.

Bertha didn’t mind, nodding. “I can understand what you mean, you’re afraid you’re not like a person.”

“Cough cough…” Linlin was a little embarrassed, feeling like she was saying something insulting, but it didn’t seem wrong.

“Come with me.”

Bertha took Linlin to the back kitchen. Although it was a kitchen, it was very clean and tidy, showing that the owner was very clean. Linlin, who was clean-freak, felt very comfortable.

“Try to make a dish first.”

Linlin picked up a kitchen knife, her eyes sweeping over the rich ingredients. “What should I make?”

As a demon under the Gluttony Demon King, Bertha had excellent cooking skills. Linlin learned from Bertha, so her cooking skills were also very good, and sometimes even Bertha was amazed.

“Make what you want to make, anything is fine.”

“Make what I want to make…” Linlin fell into thought. She didn’t have anything in particular she wanted to make.

She didn’t have anything in particular she wanted to eat either. She usually cooked randomly. Anyway, with her cooking skills, any ingredient could be made delicious.

Even Mavis, who used to be picky, was conquered by her cooking skills and changed her bad habit of being picky.

“Don’t put too much psychological pressure on yourself. Maybe you can make a simple salad.”

“Salad?”

Linlin, who originally had no idea, immediately began to think.

This thing didn’t require much cooking skill, it focused more on the choice of ingredients.

Fresh, high-quality ingredients were key.

This was not difficult. Bertha’s ingredients were very fresh.

As a gluttony demon, Linlin didn’t know her teacher’s true form, but she guessed that she loved to eat as much as the Gluttony Demon King.

This could be seen from her superb cooking skills, not afraid of piling up ingredients.

Linlin began to process the ingredients.

She chose fresh and crisp vegetables, sliced cucumbers thinly, pickled them with salt, and then rinsed and drained them.

They tasted crisp, tender, sweet.

To create a rich texture, she could add some nuts to increase crispiness, cheese to increase tenderness, and pan-fried chicken shreds and bacon to add some toughness.

If she preferred something more watery, she could add more tomatoes, orange segments, and other diced fruits.

In addition to the selection of ingredients, plating was also part of the expression of cooking skills.

A more aesthetically pleasing color fusion could stimulate people’s appetite.

Delicious sauce was the soul of a salad. Linlin thought about her teacher’s preferences and prepared to mix…

On the other side.

Mavis, who had finished interrogating two demons, felt that she had worked really hard today.

She had solved two cases in a row and planned to give herself half a day off, returning home early.

“Linlin, I’m back!”

No one responded.

“Huh, not here?”

Mavis didn’t think much of it.

After taking a shower, she came out wearing spacious indoor clothes, her golden hair still dripping water.

“Hmm?” Mavis’s keen senses made her aware of the gaze coming from the second floor.

As if knowing she had been discovered, the gaze quickly hid itself.

Mavis frowned. Why was Linlin avoiding her?

With a casual jump, she came to the second floor like a ghost, without making a sound.

“Linlin” widened her eyes.

Mavis tilted her head, her eyes full of puzzlement.

She put her hand on Linlin’s head, moved it horizontally, and stopped ten centimeters above her navel.

?

Mavis’s mind was full of doubts. Was Linlin this “short”? Something wasn’t right, was it?

She took a closer look.

Yes, this was Linlin.

Mavis began to use her “super intelligence”.

As Mavis fell into thought, “Linlin” carefully opened her mouth and said, “Um, big sister, where is this?”

“Linlin! I’m not a big sister, I’m your ‘lao gong’,” Mavis said in a serious manner.

[TL NOTE: The dominant partner in a homosexual relationship.]

Little Linlin exclaimed. She didn’t understand.

She had only asked the Gluttony Demon King to help her shatter her Succubus Heart, but how did she inexplicably come to the human world and inexplicably become the wife of the person in front of her?

Fake, it must be fake, right?

She glanced at Mavis, her face blushing. ‘So handsome, so cool, so beautiful. Wait, why am I…’

Little Linlin was about to cry.

What was going on? She had only escaped from being the Lust Demon King’s favorite concubine, so she ran away.

How did she now inexplicably become a human’s wife?

Even worse, she, she was actually feeling something!

How could this be! Absolutely not!

If she was so casual, wouldn’t her years of perseverance be a joke?

What exactly had happened? Could it be that she had lost her memory?

Little Linlin fell into thought.

As for the possibility that Mavis was lying, she had a natural affection for the woman in front of her for some reason.

In addition, Mavis directly said her name, Lin Ling, which she had never talked about with others.

Although the pronunciation was a bit off, it was enough for Mavis to gain Little Linlin’s trust.

Mavis looked at Little Linlin, who seemed very sad, and after thinking about it, took out the Succubus Cultivation Manual.

She was a bit too eager to show herself. Without even laying the groundwork, she took it out directly. “Linlin, try this.”

She thought that Linlin, as a succubus, would like this thing.

Of course, she forced the manual to change its name to “Post-Marriage Happiness Cultivation Manual.”

Mavis didn’t plan to expose Linlin yet.

Exposing her was simple, but what to do after exposing her would be complicated.

She didn’t want to change her current life.

There would always be a day for confession, but she hoped that Linlin would tell her herself.

Little Linlin’s thoughts were interrupted. She quickly rolled up the wide sleeves.

Mainly because the clothes of the two were a bit big for her. Pants and skirts couldn’t be worn at all, so she could only use Mavis’s wide tops as dresses.

Little Linlin was wearing Mavis’s top, but Mavis didn’t care. Linlin could wear whatever she wanted.

Little Linlin stretched out her two small hands, held the book, and looked curiously at the words on it.

“List of s*ave Contracts”

Little Linlin’s face turned pale.

On the side of the book, in a place that the two of them couldn’t see, a pile of words frantically emerged.

“Hahahaha, this is so much fun. I want to see this woman get beaten and kicked!”

“But to be fair, this woman is a bit of a bastard. Even if she is a succubus, she is not even eight years old.”

“No, we must have a good time with her! Hahaha…”

“We can’t be afraid of being destroyed and not have fun!”

Little Linlin’s hand was trembling, with both anger and fear.

She had just escaped from the Lust Demon King’s palm, and now she was falling into someone else’s palm?

Little Linlin looked at Mavis with tears in her eyes. Her strength was unfathomable.

She absolutely couldn’t beat her!

Moreover, her heart didn’t want to fight her.

Why was that? Was it because she had already been adjusted once?

Oh yes, she had woken up from a small box, and it had taken her a lot of effort to get out.

Who would lock their wife in a small box!

She was probably deliberately trapped inside by the woman in front of her, causing her to have a mental breakdown and lose her memory.

That was probably why she was close to this woman…

Little Linlin’s heart was full of sadness.

As for why she wasn’t feeling fear but closeness, Little Linlin’s imagined explanation was: she had already been adjusted, and her body wouldn’t refuse at all.

Mavis scratched her head. Her “Red Inlaid Blue” was in the bathroom, and she had forgotten to take it. That was the name she had given to that relic.

Without mind reading, she really couldn’t understand her wife’s expression.

What was so sad and desolate about it? Wasn’t it just a toy? She could just not play with it.

Little Linlin took a deep breath, met Mavis’s increasingly “unkind” (confused) gaze, gritted her teeth, and gave in.

It’s okay, this woman is also very good-looking. Who knows who will suffer a loss?

Little Linlin comforted herself in this way.

Her small hand trembled slightly as she left her name on the second page of the book with magic.

Book Spirit: ? No, although you are a succubus, are you really signing this? Playing it so big? You’re such a player?

After signing, Little Linlin breathed a sigh of relief, pursed her lips, her face flushed, but finally overcame her psychological obstacles. She pinched her clothes and reluctantly whispered:

“Mas, master.”

Bang!

The real Linlin kicked open the door, rushed to the second floor, and roared, “What are you doing in my house?”

Linlin’s voice suddenly weakened, her tone changing from anger to confusion as she looked at the little girl in confusion.

Linlin blinked her eyes. If she wasn’t mistaken, she seemed to see herself at the age of eight.

A little thing that was barely a loli. 

[TL NOTE: Loli, term for a young, cute girl.]

What the hell was going on?

When she saw the real Linlin, Little Linlin vaguely guessed the truth, and tears couldn’t stop falling.

A very sad voice sounded in Linlin’s heart: “Body, save me! This rat is going to become a s*ave.”

Linlin looked at Mavis, her eyes a little unkind.

A big question mark appeared on Mavis’s head.