A Morning After

Leaning against Mo Bai’s chest, Bai Xia, still beneath the covers, had a hazy recollection of the previous night. So when Mo Bai spoke those words, her mind was instantly flooded with fragmented images—of being pushed to the brink, sobbing as she incoherently cursed him as a “freak” and a “pervert,” only to be met with even harsher “education,” leaving her gasping for mercy through broken sobs…

These memories made her ears burn, and she instinctively tried to curl up. But Mo Bai’s arms held her firmly in place, his large hand resting directly against her bare skin without any barrier.

The warmth of his palm pressed against her delicate waist, his fingertips gently kneading the sore muscles from her struggles the night before. This sudden intimacy made Bai Xia stiffen, a shiver running down her spine. Even her feet, clad in white socks, curled up shyly, nervously fidgeting against the bedsheets.

‘This bastard, this bastard, this bastard!’

Bai Xia silently cursed the boy beside her.

After what he had done to her last night, he had nearly made her pass out just now—and now he was doing it again!

“N-no, I can’t take it anymore, Mo…” she whimpered softly, trying to avoid his touch. But the precise pressure made her body go limp, and her protests dissolved into faint, muffled sounds.

“Call me Master. Be a good girl.” Mo Bai’s voice was low and firm.

Though his tone was gentle, there was an unmistakable undertone—if she resisted, there would be consequences.

But…

Calling him “Master” was completely out of the question.

Even if she had become a girl, even if there was a master-servant bond between them, she simply couldn’t bring herself to say it. Yes, he had helped her—but he had also bullied her. This was about pride. She couldn’t compromise on that. Becoming a girl didn’t mean she had to lose her dignity.

“I won’t call you that.”

The girl pouted and burrowed back under the covers, her voice muffled.

“I won’t… even if you beat me to death.”

Really…

Seeing the small head disappear beneath the blanket again, Mo Bai reached over and gently pulled it back, revealing her flushed, stubborn face.

“Throwing a tantrum again?”

“It’s because you bullied me…”

“Is it wrong for a master to have a little fun with his servant?”

“…”

Every time the word “Master” was mentioned, Bai Xia felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She glanced at him, her eyes filled with humiliation, grievance, and a faint trace of resentment—like a small animal trying to guard its last bit of dignity.

For some reason, seeing her like this made Mo Bai pause.

A trace of sympathy flickered through his expression.

He pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her slender waist. His palm brushed against her soft skin, causing her to squirm slightly, as if silently protesting.

“Be a good girl, alright?”

Mo Bai rested his chin lightly against her head, his voice softening as he tried to comfort her.

“You bullied me…”

The girl seemed stuck on that point, curling up tightly in his arms, her fingers clutching the blanket.

In this position, he could easily tilt his head and see the smooth curve of her back—or run his hand along her spine.

But those thoughts quickly faded.

Instead, he simply held her closer, pressing her gently against his chest.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“I went too far last night.”

His voice was unusually quiet, even a little awkward. His warm breath brushed against her hair, making the tips of her ears flush faintly.

The apology caught Bai Xia off guard.

She hadn’t expected him—the one who always teased her—to actually admit fault.

Feeling the steady warmth behind her, the resentment and stubbornness lingering in her heart slowly melted away, replaced by something softer, more complicated.

Her small body remained curled, but her tense back gradually relaxed. Without realizing it, she leaned closer into him.

That unconscious dependence did not go unnoticed.

It seemed his little blood maid was easier to comfort than he had expected.

A faint smile flickered in Mo Bai’s eyes as the tension between them eased. He drew her closer, resting his chin gently atop her head, feeling her gradually relax in his arms.

After all, he had indeed pushed her too far the night before.

“You finally realized you were too rough…”

Bai Xia’s voice was soft, a mix of complaint and lingering grievance—yet also carrying a subtle expectation of comfort.

His hand, still around her waist, moved again—this time much gentler, softly stroking her abdomen in a soothing manner.

“Mo… no…”

Her voice trembled slightly, a hint of panic surfacing as her body instinctively tried to curl up again. But his arms held her firmly—yet gently—in place.

It was inevitable.

After all, a blood maid’s body would always respond honestly to her master’s touch.

“Are you still hurting?”

“…”

The soreness did ease somewhat.

But the gentle comfort only left her thoughts in disarray.

It seemed she hadn’t even processed his question. If one looked closely, the little blood maid was already nuzzling into the blanket in his arms, her ruby-like eyes slightly unfocused, unable to maintain clarity.

“Be a good girl. Call me Master.”

“M-Master…”