Chapter 64 : Chapter 64
Chapter 64 : This is what lolis are like
Strange… why did touching other people not feel the same as when she touched Vivian?
Even though she was already very close, when her gaze swept across Ail’s neck, the craving for blood seemed not to exist at all—less real, even, than the half-eaten tomato in her hand.
Could it be that the [good stuff] popular in the Old District had manifested in her? After indulging for a whole day, going without it made her restless, while everything else tasted dull and flavorless.
The moment she recalled last night, Eve inexplicably felt her teeth itch. Back then, she had pressed against the beauty’s fragrant shoulder and gently bitten the pale, tender neck.
Although it had not resolved the craving, the satisfaction that rose naturally within her had been more than enough.
So she wanted to do it again… even if she did not pierce the skin… even if it was only to gnaw lightly, like a small animal sharpening its teeth…
Gulp.
Ail heard the distinctly audible sound of swallowing. Her eyes lit up as she exclaimed, “Eh? Is Sister Eve hungry?”
“N-No… mm… maybe a little…” Eve snapped out of her daze, shifting all of her appetite onto the tomato in her hand.
At those words, Ail immediately thought that this would not do. As someone assigned to the kitchen, if Sister Eve was hungry, then that was clearly her responsibility!
No, no! She could not let something like this happen again!
At once, she shook her little head like a rattle drum. Under Eve’s puzzled gaze, she hurried toward Aila, who was still fast asleep.
The most efficient way to start someone up was to deliver the strongest possible blow to the sleeper—and judging by how smoothly Ail did it, this was clearly not her first time.
SLAP!
Aila: ????!
She snapped her eyes open, rubbing her burning cheek while looking around in utter confusion. It was obvious she had been completely stunned by the hit.
Then she looked at her good little sister, who was smiling with half-closed eyes like an angel, and asked drowsily, “Ail, did you just hit me?”
Ail clasped her hands behind her back. “Nope. Nobody hit you, Sister.”
“Really?”
Seeing the other girl nod, Aila touched her cheek again in disbelief. The sensation felt far too real—she even wondered whether she was still dreaming.
The two little girls huddled close together, their pairs of white-stockinged legs swaying back and forth. The scene was rather pleasing to the eye. And truly, one had to admit—they were indeed good sisters. That slap had come without the slightest hesitation, and Eve could not help raising an eyebrow at the sight.
Before long, Aila grew dizzy from all the shaking and hurriedly protested, “All right, all right, I know! I was doing that for the sake of working better—how could it possibly be… eh?”
She had not even finished speaking when she suddenly noticed the silent, nearly invisible white-haired maid standing beside them. She froze for a moment, her expression shifting swiftly from surprise to delight, and finally to outright horror.
“Y-You… you big-breasted monster! What are you doing here?!”
“You ran quite fast last time, didn’t you?” Eve replied calmly.
“Hah… of course. Just look at who I am—no, wait, it’s not like I was afraid of you!”
She said that, yet when Eve merely lowered her hand, her body instinctively reacted, and she shrank back a step.
She forced herself to appear calm, but in truth she was still worried that it might turn out like last time—Eve suddenly reaching out without warning.
Realizing it was not wise to linger, Aila’s initial reluctance to leave quickly turned into urgency. She began pushing Ail along, muttering under her breath, “Let’s go, let’s go…”
“Wait.”
Hearing that, Aila froze at once. She slowly turned her head back, still speaking in that infuriating tone, “Ahem… what is it? Are you fantasizing about doing something to me again? You mere big-breasted—tsk, Ail, what are you doing?”
When her good little sister leaned close and whispered a few words into her ear, Aila’s expression shifted dramatically. Her gaze then followed, landing on the delicate collar that radiated an undeniable authority.
“You have to be kidding… how could this happen… I’m doomed…”
Eve took in her reaction entirely and asked in a calm voice, “Not jumping around anymore?”
Aila shook her head.
“Come closer.”
At those words, she shook her head again. Yet when she met Eve’s calm expression, it now carried an overwhelming authority, as though the Young Miss herself had descended upon her. It was unsettlingly formidable.
Aila hesitated for a moment, but in the end she chose to obey. Step by step, she shuffled forward, lowering her head, looking exceedingly meek.
Seeing her sister suddenly become so well-behaved, Ail could not help covering her mouth and giggling softly, watching the scene unfold without interrupting.
“You hateful big-breasted monster…” Aila muttered in quiet defiance. Then she cautiously glanced at Eve and added, “If you want to do something… then just do it! As long as you do not go running to the Young Miss to tattle on me…”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, even if you pin me to the ground and ru—”
Eve cut her off. “Do you not know how to apologize properly?”
“If you are not sincere enough, do it yourself ( ).”
Aila froze for a moment, then quickly realized that nothing of that sort was going to happen after all. A faint blush spread across her cheeks. “I… I understand…”
After saying that, she glanced around to make sure there was no one else nearby. Then, gripping the hem of her skirt with both hands, she slowly lifted it slightly, her legs pressed awkwardly together.
Woah… that is intense!
Naturally, Eve did not react in the slightest. It was not as though this were the first time she had seen it. Even her own Young Miss had seen it before. It was only a pair of stockings… that was all… hmm?
“……”
“Is it enough? Is this okay…?” Aila’s face was flushed with embarrassment. She turned her head aside, refusing to look at Eve, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.
Under normal circumstances, she would have been fine with merely revealing a glimpse beneath her skirt. But unfortunately, she had woken up in too much of a hurry that morning…
So she had not had time to put it on.
So now it's not just about white stockings; without any close-fitting fabric to protect and cover them, they appear to be partially visible.
A gentle breeze brushed past, and Aila could not help but shiver slightly, her face flushing as red as though blood might drip from it if she remained there any longer.
After waiting for a while without receiving a response, she decided to ignore everything, grit her teeth, put down her skirt, and turn to leave.
Elle was thinking that it would be her turn next, and besides, she wasn't wearing anything either. It wasn't fair; she wanted to show Eve too!
However, she only managed to utter a surprised "Eh?!" before being pulled away by her dear older sister, turning back reluctantly to wave goodbye to Eve.
The beautiful woman was left alone, still lost in thought.
They're not the same... but they should be the same as Vivian. Don't all you lolis share the same model? They're quite similar.
For example... plump, like some kind of pasta, it looks like it would feel good to handle. I don't mean anything by it, I'm just a little curious.