Chapter 101: Your Lady Is Right Next Door, I Bet You Can't Wake Her (1)
She still heard her own voice.
"Master."
Shia was in an obviously good mood, his smile radiant.
"Mhm, sounds nice. Say it a few more times."
Tia felt her heart sink into despair.
No, her only master was her lady!
But her body refused to obey. No matter how much she resisted, the voice that came out was still hers.
Soft and submissive, as if another soul had taken over her body.
"Master, Master…"
Shia watched the numbers on the screen as the taming value steadily increased.
He was quite pleased with the results.
Even though Tia's heart was filled with unwillingness, and her pale face reflected utter despair, he didn't care.
After all, who would?
The twisted satisfaction of dominating her—the loyal servant of her lady—was irresistible.
Wasn't she supposed to be the most faithful dog, devoted entirely to her lady?
Then naturally, she should serve and obey, even if it meant betraying her loyalty.
So, even as he noticed the resentment in her eyes, Shia felt no guilt.
Especially when she acted obedient despite her internal resistance, the sense of triumph was intoxicating.
This feeling was simply amazing.
Tia couldn't even recall when it all ended or how she made her way back to Lilith's home.
Her body felt drained, her limbs weak and trembling.
But she forced herself to act as if nothing had happened.
The price she paid to complete her lady's task—how could she let the lady know?
If Lilith found out, would she look down on her?
Tia maintained her usual smile, pretending that nothing was amiss.
Lilith was chattering incessantly about her "friendly" interaction with the imperial princess.
Even though she had been bruised and battered, she remained enthusiastic.
While the current struggle was difficult, the future seemed promising.
After all, it was Nia they were talking about!
Lilith's mind was abuzz with ideas as she eagerly strategized her approach to Nia.
Catering to someone's preferences was always the quickest way to win their favor.
But rash actions like today's weren't acceptable in the future.
"Tia, I need you to do something for me."
"Yes."
Tia responded without hesitation.
As the lady's most loyal maid, she would never refuse a command.
No matter what it was.
"It's inconvenient for me to act personally at times, so I need you to gather information about Nia's daily routine.
When she leaves, where she goes, what she does, how long she stays, when she returns home…"
Understanding her schedule was essential for crafting the perfect plan and appearing at the right time.
Staging a seemingly fated encounter was a skill Lilith had mastered.
Know your target, and you'll never fail!
Tia's gaze dimmed but remained compliant.
"Also, find out her likes and habits."
Only then could they tailor their approach.
Based on today's experience, it seemed Nia wasn't very fond of dogs.
Next time, she would need to prepare better and present something Nia couldn't resist.
Tia obediently agreed, her demeanor as submissive as ever.
Lilith went through her plans again and concluded that everything was foolproof for now. Satisfied, she relaxed.
The sound of wine being poured into a glass reached her ears.
When it stopped, she instinctively held out her hand.
But the glass didn't end up in her hand.
Lilith frowned slightly and turned to Tia.
Normally, she would have placed the glass directly into her hand.
Lilith didn't have to lift a finger, enjoying the seamless service.
But today…
When Lilith turned her gaze, Tia handed her the glass of wine.
Her movements were as obedient and graceful as ever.
Lilith looked away, sipping her wine while dreaming of a bright future.
She didn't notice the deepening sorrow in Tia's eyes.
Tia wasn't being inattentive—she had done it on purpose, hoping to catch the lady's attention.
She wanted Lilith to notice her, even if just for a moment.
For that reason, she had changed into a special outfit.
A unique maid uniform.
Delicate lace trim outlined her thighs, with white stockings snugly hugging her plump legs and emphasizing their curves with a sensual allure.
The narrow skirt barely covered her thighs, hinting at forbidden territory.
The upper part featured a revealing design, exposing glimpses of her slender waist and smooth back.
Unlike typical maid uniforms with puffed sleeves, this one was sleeveless, adorned only with lace bands around her arms.
The thin straps and semi-transparent white lace fabric clung to her full, ample breasts, the neckline dipping dangerously low as if struggling to contain the weight.
Her white hair was meticulously styled, and her cold, expressionless face exuded an air of untouchable beauty.
The outfit perfectly highlighted her statuesque figure, combining the allure of a cool dominatrix with the restraint of icy elegance.
Yet, even with such an effort, the lady's eyes never lingered on her—not even for a second.
Why did she chase after other women?
Why couldn't she see how exceptional Tia was?
But Tia's silent plea was wasted on deaf eyes.
Lilith seemed entirely unaware of her new outfit, not offering even a word of praise.
To Lilith, Tia was merely her possession.
And why would anyone pay attention to what was already theirs?
If it was hers, she could enjoy it whenever she wanted.
But Nia wasn't hers yet.
She had to work hard to approach her, conquer her, and make her hers.
While Lilith dreamed of her conquest, she casually waved her hand.
It was a signal for Tia to leave.
Despite her reluctance, Tia had no choice but to obey.