Chapter 70: The Arrogant Maid Gets Bullied in Front of her Young Lady (3)

Shia smirked. “I can help you see the truth.”

The reflection in the glass faintly showed Tia’s icy yet conflicted expression. She bit her lip, her brow furrowed in hesitation. Deep down, she longed for an answer.

“How?” she whispered, her voice hoarse, tinged with both doubt and yearning.

“You know how I work. I’m all about fairness. If you want something, you’ve got to pay the price.”

Tia’s lips pressed into a thin line, her teeth sinking deeper. Making a deal with this devil always left her at a disadvantage. But his offer was irresistibly tempting.

She wanted to know. Desperately.

“Mmh…” Tia let out a faint, ambiguous sound, her breath hitching as her trembling hands moved to the hem of her skirt. Her slender fingers gripped the fabric tightly, the motion hesitant. Slowly, achingly slowly, she began to lift it, revealing the creamy, delicate expanse of her thighs, inch by tantalizing inch, her shame and silent surrender e tched into every quiveri ng movement.

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Later.

Tia’s cold, elegant face showed a trace of disdain. Bent at the waist, she tugged at her stockings, now ruined and sticky. She pinched the sullied fabric with two fingers, dropping it into the trash with disgust. They were utterly unwearable now.

“That bastard… he’s getting worse,” she muttered under her breath.

Her bare legs, smooth and pale, felt strange without the snug embrace of the stockings. Wiggling her toes, she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. Left with no choice, she remained barefoot.

“Lady Lilith.” Tia’s voice was cold yet submissive.

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“Hmm?” Lilith barely acknowledged her, engrossed in her crafting.

Though she wouldn’t be staying in the doghouse, she still wanted to make it her own. A cute little plaque was a must.

Focused on decorating, Lilith failed to notice any changes in her maid’s demeanor.

Tia’s gaze drifted to the table. A small wooden sign read “Home of Happiness.” Lilith carefully applied glitter to the letters, her face full of concentration.

'She didn’t even glance at me.'

A pang of disappointment tugged at Tia’s heart. She bit her lip, trying once more to gain her lady’s attention.

“Lady Lilith, shall I help you?”

Lilith looked up briefly, a hint of confusion in her expression.

“Oh, just go wash my clothes,” she said casually, before returning to her task.

Tia’s fragile confidence shattered again. 'She didn’t notice at all…'

'Lady Lilith, do you even realize that your most loyal maid is being reshaped by someone else?'

Swallowing her pride, Tia turned and obediently gathered Lilith’s laundry. “Yes, ma’am.”

Unbeknownst to her, a seed of doubt had been planted in her heart. For the first time, she questioned the worth of her devotion.

'So this is how much my loyalty and faith mean to her…'

Her gaze lingered on Lilith, the woman who seemed so oblivious to her maid’s silent struggles.

She genuinely hadn’t noticed a thing.

At this moment, she was humming a cheerful tune, sticking pink ribbons onto wooden signs.

Tia was merely watching quietly, her inner thoughts betraying her outward composure. The ever-loyal maid found herself grappling with a growing, sinful notion.

She moved her smooth, bare legs as she organized the clothes, her every step deliberately brushing past Lilith’s gaze.

Not long after, she placed the freshly dried garments back in the wardrobe, continuing her back-and-forth movements. Her flawless white legs swayed as if putting on a show.

What seemed like an idyllic morning view was, in reality, already veiled in frost.

Meanwhile, Shia was entirely unaware of the dynamic between the two women. For him, the lesson for the snarky maid was temporarily concluded.

A seed of discord had been planted, and now it was time to wait for it to ferment.

The pressing matter at hand, however, was earning favor from a certain succubus princess.

Everything was supposed to follow the plan. According to the game’s route, simply offering her refuge would naturally lead to an increase in affection.

Though the people and situations remained unchanged, this was reality!

In reality, if you returned home reeking of another girl’s scent, a succubus’s territorial instincts would be provoked.

This was a universal issue for all women, after all.

At this moment, Rong’s attitude was particularly cold.

“Master, here is your water.”

The flat-chested maid slightly bent forward, her figure utterly devoid of curves. Placing the glass of water from the tray down, she gave a small bow before retreating a few steps and turning to leave.

Her manner was strictly professional, distant to the point of alienation.

It was obvious she was throwing a silent tantrum.

But in truth?

Her behavior wasn’t as simple as a petty sulk.

The real reason? A socially anxious princess who didn’t know how to express her feelings!

Her inner turmoil was intricate and rich, despite her cold façade.

As a mere maid taken in by her master, how could she dare to act so arrogantly?

Such insolence was unacceptable!

What if she got kicked out because of it?

She had hoped that bringing Shia a glass of water could ease their relationship and explain that she wasn’t actually angry with him earlier.

But when she stood before Shia, she simply couldn’t hold herself back.

Her emotions spiraled out of control.

The clumsy succubus princess had wanted to clarify that she had just happened to wait for him last night.

They were merely friends, after all. She had no right to meddle in his affairs.