Felyn averted his gaze and led Viloti toward the bathroom.
“I’ll go find you some clean clothes, but I don’t have any women’s clothing at home. Is it okay if I give you one of my freshly washed shirts?”
“Felyn’s clothes…”
Viloti murmured, her fingers twisting together, her body swaying slightly.
As she watched Felyn walk away, she entered the bathroom.
Viloti slipped off her dress, which slid down her smooth shoulders.
The warm steam dispelled the chill from her body.
The girl gently caressed her skin, but some marks couldn’t be washed away with water.
Viloti touched her lips, recalling the intimate moment with Felyn earlier.
“Felyn…”
Outside the bathroom, Daiyi, who had gone downstairs for water, ran into Felyn, who was carrying clothes toward the bathroom.
“Who just came in?”
“Viloti. Her clothes were soaked from the rain, so I let her come in to take a bath. I don’t have any extra clothes, so I’m giving her one of mine.”
“She might be thrilled about that.”
Felyn knew what Daiyi meant and gave a wry smile. “What else can I do? I don’t have women’s clothes.”
It wouldn’t be proper to give her Daiyi’s clothes.
But tonight, it felt like his principles were being trampled on, and he was powerless to resist!
Damn this otherworldly nonsense!
Daiyi watched Felyn place the clothes at the bathroom door, thinking to herself, Who says you don’t have women’s clothes?
All those maid outfits I hung in your closet—were they for just show?
While Felyn wasn’t paying attention, Daiyi sneaked upstairs and grabbed a maid outfit that wasn’t too revealing but still somewhat seductive, placing it at the bathroom door.
As for the shirt Felyn had left for Viloti, Daiyi picked it up and examined it.
“Felyn’s shirt? Maybe next time give it to that big-chested lady. She might like it more.”
Daiyi had been secretly plotting upstairs to get Adelina to wear a maid outfit too, just to see if Felyn could resist.
But unfortunately, the maid outfits were all bought in Daiyi’s size.
Adelina probably wouldn’t fit.
Daiyi couldn’t help but laugh.
But Viloti should just about manage to wear it.
Felyn, unaware of what was happening, was in the kitchen brewing ginger soup for Viloti.
No matter how strong she was, standing in the rain and wind for so long would surely make her catch a cold.
The soup in the pot was simmering, its sweet aroma filling the kitchen.
The scent wafted through the dining room to the bathroom, mingling with the fragrance on Viloti’s body, making it even more enticing.
Viloti poked her head out of the bathroom.
Her face was flushed pink from the steam.
Her pink hair, still damp with water, clung to her fair cheeks in strands.
The warmth from Felyn’s soup made her eyes glisten like misty gemstones.
At the bathroom door, she only saw the maid outfit.
“Is this the clothes Felyn left for me?”
Viloti brought the maid outfit into the bathroom and examined it.
There was a note attached: “Felyn loves maids.”
“So it says.”
Viloti understood this was Daiyi’s hint.
The black skirt was adorned with white lace, with delicate designs at the collar and cuffs.
Her fingers brushed over the fabric, her cheeks flushing.
“So Felyn likes this kind of thing…”
In the kitchen, Felyn stared at the flame, timing the soup.
He heard footsteps from the bathroom and knew Viloti had finished bathing.
“As long as I give this young lady some soup and dry her clothes, she can go home.”
“Viloti, are you done…”
Felyn rubbed his eyes.
“Wait, did I catch a fever just from stepping outside in the rain?”
He touched his forehead—it wasn’t hot.
“Then why am I hallucinating?”
“Why do I see Viloti in a maid outfit?”
The black skirt stopped above her knees, revealing her smooth, freshly bathed legs.
The white lace on the skirt layered delicately, adding to its allure.
A white bow tied at her waist accentuated her slender figure, and the lace cuffs highlighted her fair wrists.
The ruffled collar trembled slightly with her shy, nervous breathing, her fair skin at her chest glowing under the light.
“Felyn… this was the only thing at the door, so…”
Viloti lowered her head, her face flushed pink.
She occasionally glanced at Felyn, wanting to see his reaction, but quickly looked away out of shyness.
“Does it look good?”
She bit her lower lip, awaiting Felyn’s judgment.
“Does it look good?”
Felyn froze in place for a while before he said, “It looks good!”
It looks damn good!
This is exactly it—the shy, reluctant yet obedient vibe!
Dear gods, is this your reward for my struggles tonight?
It looks great. It really suits you.
Though a thousand words raced through Felyn’s mind, he kept his expression restrained.
Hearing his praise, Viloti’s tense shoulders finally relaxed.
She tried to suppress her joy, but her lips curved into a slight smile.
“But I’m sure I left a shirt there. How did it turn into a maid outfit?”
Viloti knew Daiyi had swapped it, but she clutched the skirt tightly, not wanting to explain.
If this could bring her closer to Felyn, if this could make him a little happier…
“Come drink the soup. I made some to help you warm up.”
Felyn gestured for Viloti to sit, taking deep breaths to clear his mind of desire.
Viloti held the bowl with both hands, sipping slowly.
“It’s delicious.”
Her legs swung back and forth unconsciously.
This was the same soup Felyn had made for her before, the exact same taste.
She could still feel Felyn’s gaze lingering on her, keeping the flush on her face.
But whenever she looked at him, he quickly averted his eyes.
Viloti pouted and blew on the soup.
Her brilliant mind was evolving once again.
As long as she wore this outfit, Felyn would be happy.
Back when Felyn looked at her feet, he was happy.
When he saw her back in the fitting room, he was happy.
Felyn is a pervert.
This realization made Viloti’s face even redder, but she didn’t mind.
Felyn better only be a pervert for me.
Unaware of Viloti’s upgraded 2.0 mindset, Felyn was reading a message from Daiyi on his communication device:
[Mr. Felyn, how’s the maid outfit?]
[Miss Daiyi, give me a break. Where are Viloti’s clothes? I can’t find them, and she won’t say.]
[Her clothes are in my room. Come get them if you want, but I’m not dressed right now.]
[Miss Daiyi, please. Viloti can’t go home without her clothes.]
[Isn’t she wearing the maid outfit? You don’t mind her going home like that, do you?]
Felyn gave up.
I never should’ve let Daiyi move in!
She’s nothing but a troublemaker!
And Bernice doesn’t do anything about it!
She even threatened him with “Miss Daiyi just has these quirks.”
These wicked women!
“Felyn… I want to thank you, so… is there anything I can do?”
Her pink hair slightly covered half her face, but it couldn’t hide her flushed ear tips.
She pursed her lips, finally mustering the courage.
“I’ll do anything.”
Felyn stood frozen, staring at this fully evolved young lady.
(End of Chapter)