Their gazes were filled with tender affection.
At this moment.
Silvia’s cheeks flushed crimson, making her appear utterly captivating. She bit her lower lip.
Suddenly, she flipped over.
She settled herself firmly onto Xia Naxin’s lap, her silver hair cascading wildly around them.
“Naxin~”
Silvia’s voice held a hint of playful petulance, her tone rising slightly at the end.
Her hands braced on either side of Xia Naxin, she leaned down slightly.
Hearing Silvia call her name.
Xia Naxin’s hands found Silvia’s slender waist, her fingertips tracing patterns on her skin.
A warm breath ghosted over her.
She deliberately drew out her words: “Silvia, it’s only been this long, hmmn?”
The sensitive touch sent a shiver through Silvia’s entire body, a tingling sensation spreading from her waist.
“Mmm…”
She let out a soft moan.
Powerlessly, she collapsed into Xia Naxin’s embrace, her cheek resting against her lover’s chest.
She listened to the strong, accelerating beat of a heart that pulsed for her alone.
Silvia mumbled softly: “I… I was just curious if you had any lingering side effects from… the gender-bending magic. How did you learn this kind of change? And, well, since I was a man for a few days, I… I don’t mind…”
By the end, Silvia’s voice had dwindled to a whisper, so shy she almost buried her face in Xia Naxin’s chest.
However.
Hearing her, Xia Naxin gently shook her head.
“I’m sorry, Silvia. Little Naxin isn’t quite ‘rested’ yet, so it’s better if I take the lead~”
At that moment, Xia Naxin thought of Ling Qinghe. ‘That woman, indeed, is a pure ‘lily woman.’
Leaning closer, she whispered into Silvia’s ear. “Are you ready?”
Silvia softly hummed in affirmation.
The next moment.
Xia Naxin deftly flipped them over, simultaneously using her psychic powers to trim her nails.
“Little Silvia, you’ve actually learned to try and top me, huh? Just wait until I teach you a lesson. This is what happens when you ‘offend your superior,’ you know.”
With that.
She lowered her head and kissed those rosy lips. ‘She was Silvia’s only one, not that wicked woman Ling Qinghe.’
Outside, the sunlight seemed to soften, shyly retreating behind the clouds, unwilling to disturb the lovers’ intimate moments.
****
An indeterminate amount of time passed.
Silvia slowly awoke, rubbing her still-tingling eyelids. She recalled the “intense” Xia Naxin, who hadn’t even spared her eyes.
She thought hazily. Silvia stared blankly at the ceiling, replaying yesterday’s events. ‘Had she really passed out without realizing it?’
Silvia instinctively reached out beside her, only to feel a cold expanse of bedsheet.
The blanket around her offered warmth, yet the absence of her bedmate left her feeling utterly hollow.
“Naxin…”
Silvia mumbled, a trace of unease in her voice.
She worried Xia Naxin might have left without a word. Yet, strangely, she couldn’t understand why such an insecure thought had even crossed her mind.
Silvia turned onto her side, greedily inhaling the scent from the pillow. It still carried Xia Naxin’s fragrance.
A faint warmth lingered there. Silvia yearned to savor it, unwilling to let go.
Silvia seemed to be growing increasingly reliant on Xia Naxin.
Beneath the blanket, the pink heart-shaped mark on Silvia’s lower abdomen glowed faintly.
The left half, belonging to Xia Naxin, subtly deepened in hue.
It was now more vibrant than the right side.
Now, Silvia’s “master” was divided into two: one was Xia Naxin, and the other was Ling Qinghe.
Having recently shared intimacy with Xia Naxin and solidified their affections, Silvia’s body and mind were in constant interaction.
Simultaneously, this subtle, emotionally charged magic was quietly altering Silvia’s subconscious.
It would cause her to grow increasingly dependent on Xia Naxin.
Not long after, the rushing sound of water from the bathroom reached her ears. Only then did her slightly agitated heart finally settle.
Her lover, it seemed, had merely gone to bathe.
A moment later, the bathroom door clicked open. Xia Naxin emerged, wrapped in a white towel, her long, damp hair casually draped over her shoulders.
Her gaze lifted, finding Silvia standing before the wardrobe, trying on dresses. She was currently wearing nothing at all.
Realizing Xia Naxin was watching her, Silvia gathered a few dresses into her arms. She turned to Xia Naxin. “Naxin, could you help me pick one?”
As she spoke, she gestured with the various colorful dresses cradled in her arms.
Previously, Silvia would have made her own decision. Now, however, she increasingly sought Xia Naxin’s opinion.
After all, they were scheduled to “run away” with Xia Naxin soon, returning to the Winged Hope Kingdom.
‘Yes, as long as her “half-master” was happy, Silvia would wear whatever she wished.’
Next, Xia Naxin approached the wardrobe.
After searching for a moment, she announced, “Found it…”
Xia Naxin turned, a smile playing on her lips. In her hand, she held a pair of incredibly short, white-patterned shorts, their fabric barely there.
In her other hand was a loose, pure white long-sleeved shirt, its cotton fabric subtly translucent.
“Mmm~ Naxin, only two items?”
Silvia tilted her head, asking. She remembered that when Ling Qinghe had forced her into dresses, she hadn’t allowed her to wear underwear.
“Of course.”
“Alright, I’ll try them on.”
Silvia took the clothes.
As the shorts hugged her thighs, the sensation made her shiver lightly. Their slits opened and closed with her movements, revealing glimpses of skin.
The long-sleeved shirt, once on, perfectly covered her buttocks. Yet, when she bent over, the faint red marks on her backside would become visible.
It created an allure that was both present and elusive.
****
With everything on, Silvia turned in front of the dressing mirror. The loose long-sleeved shirt gave her an air of innocent purity.
In the reflection, her silver hair was disheveled, and a blush of passion still lingered at the corners of her eyes. Yet, the clothes she wore seemed to have taken Silvia’s innocence and allure, crushed them, and then stitched them back together.
Xia Naxin wrapped her arms around Silvia’s waist from behind, resting her chin on Silvia’s shoulder. Her breath feathered against Silvia’s neck.
“Do you like it?”
As she asked, her fingers slipped beneath Silvia’s shirt hem, exploring within.
“Does it feel like something’s missing?”
Silvia’s lips curved into a smile. She hooked her fingers under the hem of the long-sleeved shirt and lifted it, revealing the pink heart-shaped mark on her lower abdomen.
The left half was distinctly more vibrant than the right, like a brand steeped in love.
“It’s truly beautiful…”
Xia Naxin’s hand traced the mark on Silvia’s skin, her lover’s palm soft and warm, drawing a soft hum from Silvia.
****
A little while later, Xia Naxin changed into a pure white long dress. She smoothly pulled Silvia into her embrace.
The two of them pressed close to the windowsill, just as they were about to slip out the window and escape.
The master bedroom doorknob, however, began to turn.
A distinct ‘click’ accompanied its rotation.
Seeing this, Xia Naxin’s expression subtly shifted. Fortunately, she had been cautious, having locked the door from the inside even before her bath.
However.
The next second, the distinct sound of a key sliding into the lock echoed through the room.
“Damn it…”
Just as Xia Naxin was about to use her psychic powers to break through the wall, she was stalled by several magical afterimages rising from the corners and floor.
“Click—”
At that, the door swung open.
Ling Qinghe stood there, her arms crossed.
She fixed her gaze on the two women in the bedroom, particularly on Silvia, who was still held securely in Xia Naxin’s embrace.
This sight inexplicably “angered” Ling Qinghe.
“Silvia, come here and be with me…”
Ling Qinghe’s tone was icy as she issued her command to Silvia, one of Silvia’s “half-masters.”
Hearing this, Silvia adamantly refused. “I won’t!”
Simultaneously, Xia Naxin stepped in front of Silvia, psychic energy surging around her. The entire bedroom began to distort.
“Ling Qinghe, do you truly think I can’t touch you?”
However, before she could launch her attack, Silvia, still in her arms, suddenly let out a suppressed moan.
It turned out Ling Qinghe had merely flicked her wrist towards Silvia.
Instantly, Silvia felt a scorching wave of heat engulf her entire body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
Moreover, within her lower abdomen, her organs seemed to contract with a continuous, tingling spasm.
At this, Xia Naxin’s heart clearly pounded with urgency. She understood what Ling Qinghe’s actions signified.
She pressed her hand against Silvia’s lower abdomen.
Attempting to use her status as Silvia’s “half-master” to counteract this surge of desire for her lover, she was met only with a sharp, stinging pain!
‘Ineffective?’
Seeing this, Ling Qinghe sneered. She stepped into the room, and with each stride, the heat within Silvia intensified.
“Heh, it’s useless. This is a desire I deliberately evoked. What’s within her is an instinctive craving for me.”
“The Seed of Desire has matured to its second stage within her. As her ‘half-master,’ I can control the flow of magic within her body.”
“Furthermore, only I can resolve this…”
Ling Qinghe paused, drawing her thumb across her crimson lips.
“Xia Naxin, if you don’t want to see Silvia suffer, then let her come to me. I’ll help her ‘release’ this burning desire.”
****
Silvia’s consciousness began to blur. Before her eyes, Xia Naxin’s figure gradually overlapped with Ling Qinghe’s outline.
Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her rationality teetering precariously under the onslaught of desire.
Silvia bit her lower lip, clenching her fists. She stubbornly shook her head. “Naxin… don’t let me go…”
Yet, her trembling body betrayed her, her legs moving uncontrollably towards Ling Qinghe.