They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Tia denied it immediately.

His hoarse voice was somewhat soft and sweet, and although his tone was firm, it sounded almost unremarkable.

Unfortunately, no matter how quickly she denied it, her limp body was utterly unconvincing.

"Hehehe..."

Xia chuckled softly.

The laughter was full of mockery.

Although no further mockery was uttered, the meaning behind the laughter was crystal clear.

Tia clenched her fists, but couldn't muster any strength.

Although she was embarrassed, there was nothing she could do.

It seems that the more he denies it, the more it sounds like he's admitting what Char said.

Tia simply closed her eyes.

Her white, tousled hair, damp with sweat, clung to her face, its whiteness making her complexion appear even more rosy.

The stinging sensation was accompanied by a tingling, numbing feeling, like being electrocuted.

They should hate it and rebel against it.

Can……

Tia would never admit that being beaten feels good!

But no matter how much she resisted and denied it in her heart, being bullied by the guy she hated time and time again, some different thoughts still grew in her mind.

He already knows about the young lady's perverted fetish for using her original items, so could it be that he can't even hide her masochistic tendencies from her?

She was being humiliated by someone she disliked, she was being beaten, and she was being bullied by a nobody in front of her beloved young lady.

However, the body's reactions cannot be controlled by the soul.

Tia gradually felt exhausted, and even her strong willpower began to weaken.

The sounds of "slap slap" and the hoarse groans of the white-haired older sister echoed in the room.

Because the sound was too loud, and because Lilith was very close.

Even in my sleep, I felt somewhat restless.

"Hmm~".

A muffled whimper escaped Lilith's lips.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and her brows furrowed slightly.

He seemed a little annoyed, as if he had been woken up.

Tia was already very nervous, her body tense, and now seeing that the young lady was about to wake up, she became even more nervous.

Her delicate body was taut, almost like a stone.

Yet her proud breasts remained soft and voluptuous, allowing the annoying guy to bully them, as if afraid his voice wasn't loud enough to wake the sleeping person next to him.

Tears welled up in Tia's eyes; she was in a complete panic.

What to do, what to do, what to do?

If the young lady were to wake up now and see herself like this, she would be too ashamed to face her!

Chapter Thirty-Six: My hands are so dirty, and my whole body is filthy.

Tia wanted to cry but had no tears. She could only try to press her white-stockinged legs together. The plump flesh of her legs pressed against each other, exuding a soft and warm feeling.

She looked at Xia, her wet eyes filled with pleading.

Please, don't go too far!

Don't let the young lady be woken up, and don't let her see what she looks like now.

Now, the aloof maid is no longer aloof at all.

Instead, it resembled a wounded little animal, begging for the pity of passersby.

Xia understood. How could someone as kind as him bear to make things difficult for the white-stockinged maid?

He chuckled softly, whispering in Tia's ear.

"There are other alternatives, though."

His deep, magnetic voice and warm breath, full of youthful charm, captivated Tia's ears.

She felt a slight itch in her ear, but couldn't move it.

Xia whispered in a low voice, his tone unhurried and even with a faint smile.

As he spoke, Tia could no longer feel the strange sensation in her ears, and her expression gradually turned to astonishment.

Finally, Tia was completely shocked, followed by genuine anger.

Her eyes were filled with rage as she looked at Xia, almost to the point of losing her mind.

What a bunch of trash!

How dare you make such an outrageous request?!

Char covered his lips, his smile deepening.

"You don't have much time left~".

In an instant, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, and Tia's heart turned cold.

She turned her head, and Lilith's eyelashes trembled, her eyes moving beneath her eyelids, her anxiety growing.

Seeing that the young lady was showing signs of waking up at any moment, and looking at her own fragile and charming appearance, Tia's eyes were filled with tears, but in the end she still chose to compromise.

The moment she gritted her teeth and nodded, she felt as if something had collapsed.

It's a disgrace for life.

But what else could she do but compromise?

There is no other solution.

Xia was quite pleased to see the other person looking so aggrieved yet still having no choice but to agree.

The road gradually went astray.

Her long, white hair cascaded down, obscuring her beautiful spine.

Tia's gaze never left her beloved young lady.

Watching her fall into a deep sleep, watching her rosy cheeks, watching her gradually return from a daze to a deep slumber.

The expression on his face was a mixture of sadness, pain, despair, grief, and... numbness.

The person you love is sleeping soundly beside you, yet you're using your hand to give to the person you hate most...

A strong sense of immorality enveloped Tia, and at the same time, a strange feeling rose in her heart, and her body gradually became hot.

This discovery made Tia feel even more ashamed.

But they had no choice but to continue.

The world where only Lilith is injured has been achieved.

afterwards.

Tia was filled with shame, her ears turning so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

The blush on her face faded slightly, a result of her efforts to control herself and take deep breaths.

The water was splashing loudly.

The white-haired maid bent slightly, her long hair slipping down her shoulders and obscuring half of her face.

Her slender, fair fingers were scalded and turned slightly red from being rinsed with hot water.

However, Tia seemed oblivious to the heat, repeatedly washing her hands.

My hands are sore from rubbing them.

Her hands were all red and swollen, and she looked very pitiful.

However, Tia did not stop.

She felt it was so dirty.

My self-loathing reached its peak at that moment.

I wish I could cut off both my hands.

Full of disdain.

How am I supposed to touch Miss with these hands now?

Just thinking about it, the previous sensation seemed to reappear in my palm.

Tia's face paled, and she scrubbed even harder.