Chapter 67: The White-Haired Maid’s Shameful Punishment, Dragging the Noble Miss Down Too (3)
Despite her resistance, she was no match for Shia’s strength. His hand that had gripped her chin now pressed firmly on her shoulder, pinning her down.
No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free.
She continued to deny it, as if saying the words aloud could undo the truth she now knew about herself.
As her struggles intensified, the seams of her pristine white stockings began to tear.
Her plush thighs pressed against the fabric until the tear widened, exposing smooth, supple skin. The glimpse of flesh, framed by the tattered stockings, exuded a raw, sensual allure.
Gradually, Tia’s resistance weakened, her strength drained.
She curled into herself, wrapping her arms tightly around her body.
Her heart was torn—years of admiration and love for her mistress clashed with the dark temptations Shia had stirred.
Shia straightened, looking down at the now-defeated ice queen.
The sight of the once-proud maid reduced to a trembling, vulnerable mess sparked a twisted sense of triumph within him.
“Honestly, I’m doing this for your sake. You’re so devoted to her—I just want to help you.”
“But since you insist on refusing…” He smirked. “I’ll leave it at that.”
'Tia lifted her face, her delicate features still shadowed by lingering confusion, as she looked at Shia with surprise.'
Why had he suddenly changed his mind?
Of course, he had a new idea in mind.
“How about I show you a side of your lady that no one else knows? Would you be interested?”
Shia’s smile was flawless, a perfect mask of allure and temptation.
Tia swallowed hard despite herself. She knew she shouldn’t agree, but the suggestion tugged at her curiosity.
She wasn’t betraying her mistress, was she? She just wanted to know more about her. Understanding Lilith better would help her serve her more thoroughly… right?
Stolen novel; please report.
That logic gave Tia just enough comfort to nod, albeit hesitantly.
Shia loomed over her, his expression cool and indifferent.
“If I’m doing you this favor, don’t you think you should compensate me for earlier? How do you plan to make up for your reckless attack?”
Tia froze, dumbfounded.
Compensate?
She had already knelt and apologized—what more did he want?
Her innocent confusion made her look unexpectedly harmless.
Shia leaned down slightly, his hand reaching out to pinch her cheek.
Her soft, supple skin yielded to his fingers, her collagen-rich face forming a slight indentation as he played with it. Her wide, puzzled eyes added an air of pure naivety.
His thumb and middle finger pinched her cheek while his index finger traced along her plump, red lips.
Her lips were warm and full, soft under his touch.
Shia’s gaze lingered there for a moment before locking eyes with her.
Tia quickly understood what he wanted but refused to accept it.
“No, no way! It’s too humiliating!”
She shook her head and bit her lip, her voice quivering.
Shia wasn’t moved.
“Repeating the same punishment won’t teach a lesson.”
“You learned last time, yet here you are repeating your mistakes.”
“Only by doubling the consequences will the lesson stick.”
He shrugged lightly.
“Of course, I’m all about giving people choices. If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. The decision is yours.”
The moonlight reflected in Tia’s eyes, casting Shia’s silhouette against her vision. Her heart wavered, struggling with the decision.
She didn’t want to agree, but… the thought of seeing Lilith’s hidden side was too enticing.
Eventually, Tia gave in, muttering an apology as she knelt before him.
Her white hair spilled down her back, framing her trembling form as her maid’s uniform shifted to reveal the enticing curves of her chest. From Shia’s higher vantage point, he could glimpse the soft swells that peeked over her neckline.
The once pristine white stockings she wore had torn at the seams, exposing smooth, creamy skin beneath. Her plush thighs spilled slightly through the frayed openings, the exposed flesh glinting in the moonlight with an unintended sensual allure.
Tia’s hands moved nervously, and she swallowed hard.
“I… I have a condition.”
Shia raised an eyebrow.
“Go on.”
She hesitated before blurting out,
“That video—I want a copy.”
Her heart pounded at her audacity.
The video had stirred something deep inside her.
“Fine.”
“And… you have to delete yours!”
“Agreed.”
Shia’s calm acceptance left Tia both relieved and elated.
That video of Lilith—her mistress so soft, obedient, and utterly adorable—it was a treasure she could cherish forever.
With the terms settled, a strange transaction between Shia and Tia was completed under the cover of night.
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cough, cough!”
In the quiet of the night, the sound of a girl’s coughing broke the silence.
Tia, the white-haired maid, knelt on the ground, her hand pressed against her chest as she caught her breath.
Her lips curled in mild disgust as she wiped at her mouth, but her other hand clutched her phone like a precious relic.
She tapped the screen, playing the video Shia had just sent her.
On the screen, Lilith moved—kneeling, crawling, her actions soft and obedient. Her radiant beauty and delicate features paired with her submissive demeanor created an image too captivating to ignore.
Tia stared, her eyes glazed with fascination. She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed the screen, trying to touch Lilith’s face.
Her hand met only cold glass.
She imagined what it would feel like to truly touch her mistress’s face, to trace her soft skin, to…
Her lips curved into a blissful smile, her head tilting back as she indulged in the fantasy.
From the phone came the sound of soft, sweet barking—Lilith’s voice, adorably mimicking a puppy.
The sound was angelic, the sweetest thing Tia had ever heard.
Her eyes lit up as she played the video again.
Lilith looked so cute, so irresistible.
Tia’s heart raced as a thought took root: having this video was worth anything.
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When Shia returned home, the moon had hidden behind the clouds, leaving only the streetlights to illuminate his path.
The villa still had lights on.
On the sofa sat a graceful silhouette, elegantly engrossed in a book.
Her aura exuded a refined charm, her long legs crossed, framed by the maid outfit she wore. Though designed to tantalize, on her, it looked sweet and demure.
The moment Shia entered, the girl on the sofa glanced up, her calm gaze meeting his.
“You’re back?”
Her tone was casual, but Shia couldn’t shake the feeling of being caught sneaking home late.
She reminded him of a wife waiting up for her wayward husband—a husband who had just spent the night at a brothel.
And yet… wasn’t he that husband just now?
Shia cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure why he felt so guilty.