Eileenburg (9)

Ailian lay down next to Mi with a smile. Feeling affirmed, Ailian rested her head on Mi's shoulder, letting Mi warm her whole body until she felt warm before slowly lying down next to Mi.

“It’s still warmer to be close to you,” Ailian reached out and hugged Mi’s arm, her soft chest pressed against Mi’s arm, and said with a smile that was both bright and proud, “I’m great, aren’t I!” She chuckled softly and rubbed her face against Mi’s arm, saying in a coquettish voice, “I’ll serve you again tomorrow.”

"Aileen, who did you learn this from?" Mi stared at the large lotus blossoms atop the gauze curtain, unsure how to tell the little one, who was already excitedly believing herself to be omnipotent, that she was a complete novice, at best only scratching the surface, and hadn't actually accomplished anything. Mi began to drift off, still remembering the shock of the scene in David's small house, the woman's body blooming like a flower, just like Aileen now. Mi became wary. This noble lady was a born lesbian; no wonder she was over thirty and still unmarried. Mi felt like she'd stumbled into a spider's web. Aileen had lost her mother at a young age, her personal maid, Xiaowei, was an old woman, and now it was her again. Perhaps Aileen wasn't a lesbian; she was simply bound to her mother.

“I had Xiaowei ask,” Ailian turned to look at Mi, her eyes sparkling. “Ailian asked Lady Oni’s maid, and the maid said that Lady Oni’s favorite thing to do is to receive a kiss from her after having two drinks.” Lady Oni is the wife of Lord Oni, who lives next to Ailian Castle. She is a newly ennobled lord, and the couple maintains a great enthusiasm for learning about all things noble.

"Did you see how they kissed?" Mi didn't know that the maids accompanying these noble ladies would exchange oral skills and other techniques, and sometimes they would inevitably have practical demonstrations.

“No, Xiaowei wouldn’t let me go, but she went to see for herself and came back to tell me.” Ailian pouted and turned to stare at Mi. “Actually, I was kind of thinking of going to see, but Xiaowei said if your reaction wasn’t good, she’d ask the Fis sisters to come and show me.” Ailian kissed Mi’s smooth, rounded shoulder. “Xiaowei also said that if I don’t know how, you’ll teach me.” Ailian raised her head, her green eyes filled with affection, and said in a low, husky voice, “Mi, if you teach me, the Fis sisters don’t need to come.”

“But, Mi, am I a genius? Just like how well I sing.” Ailian suddenly became happy again, her round eyes staring at Mi. She turned half her body to the side and pulled Mi’s hand to her waist. “Xiaowei said that if I do well, you will hold me while I sleep. Staying in the master’s bed all night is the highest reward for a maid to accompany him!” Ailian smiled smugly. She could finally climb into Mi’s bed legitimately.

Ailian's young, smooth body had a slightly higher body temperature, typical of young people, rising and falling gently with her breath. Mi felt the softness under his hand, sighed, and closed his eyes. What kind of mess is this?

Ailian's legs were wrapped around Mi's leg, pressing against each other, her knees slightly bent, as she shifted restlessly against Mi's stomach. "Mi, I feel unwell," Ailian murmured softly. "I'm feeling a little strange. Am I sick?" Ailian was always healthy; she rarely even sneezed, let alone got sick. Mi opened her eyes again, staring at Ailian's slightly flushed face. She roughly understood what was wrong. After a moment's thought, she said, "Do you want to go back to your room to sleep?"

Ailian bit her lip, lowered her head, and chuckled. Mi had forgotten that she was currently in Ailian's room, lying on Ailian's bed. Ailian frequently visited Mi's room, finding excuses to squeeze into Mi's bed every few days. Mi had long been used to having her in bed. However, she hadn't been able to take their relationship to the next level. Xiaowei, pressured by Ailian every day, had come up with this idea. Ailian reached out and patted Mi's head: "My lady, now I am your personal maid."

Mi turned her head away to avoid Ailian's touch. It felt strange; although Ailian was over thirty, she was still a naive young girl who knew nothing. The problem lay with her maid. Mi felt she needed to have a serious talk with Ailian: "Well, Ailian, you shouldn't listen to Xiaowei in everything. You need to have your own ideas." Mi thought for a moment, perhaps this noble lady should attend royal banquets and meet more people her own age so she wouldn't be manipulated by the old servants or attracted to older women like herself.

“Yes, I know, Mi, don’t worry,” Ailian said, leaning over to kiss Mi’s cheek, then kissing the corner of Mi’s mouth. The bold Ailian even gave it a tiny lick: “Was the wine good tonight? I asked Xiaowei to make it especially for you; you can’t get it anywhere else.” Ailian licked it again, “Mmm, Mi, you smell so good.” Then she licked it again, “Mi, you’re also sweet.”

Mi closed her eyes, lost in thought, letting Ailian lick and peck here and there like a kitten stealing cream, the temperature in the bed gradually rising. "I'm hot," Ailian said, pulling the blanket down, revealing half of her snow-white body, snuggling close to Mi, making Mi wide awake. Sighing, Mi opened her eyes and looked at Ailian, who seemed somewhat aroused and at a loss, instinctively seeking comfort. She reached out and laid Ailian, who was lying on her side, flat. She raised one hand to cover Ailian's eyes, and the witch's body slowly unfolded, enveloping Ailian. Ailian appeared before Mi like a ball of green light, with red and purple light pulsating inside, and many small bubbles bubbling out haphazardly. The green light was almost drowned by the colorful bubbles, like a cup of steaming sparkling water, bubbling incessantly.

Mi didn't know where to start. She roughly knew what was going on with Ellen. Mi tried to recall El and Joe. She was now a little regretful that she hadn't asked El which nerve was in charge of this task.

Mi regained her form, lowered her head, and kissed Ailian's eyes. Their noses touched, their breaths mingling, and Ailian's breathing quickened instantly. Mi observed Ailian carefully, then lifted her head and kissed Ailian's delicate forehead, her chin brushing against Ailian's eyebrows. Mi rested her chin on Ailian's head, her hands gently pressing through Ailian's thick hair, her fingertips gliding across her scalp, causing a slight tremor. Ailian's rapid breaths brushed against Mi's neck. At this moment, Mi noticed a series of red lights flickering intensely within the green ball of light, and she could hear Ailian's excited voice: "More, more!" "Delicious, delicious!" "Ah, my heart is beating so fast!"... What kind of strange reaction was this? Mi hesitated for a moment before connecting the red lights together. She attached the witch's silk thread to it, and a white light flashed before her eyes. Mi didn't know what had happened. She only felt that she was floating in the air, or as if she were swaying in the gentle sea, feeling soft, gentle, and itchy, like an unborn child in her mother's womb, or like a bird spreading its wings and soaring in the air.

"What is this feeling?" Mi felt completely lost. She connected the witch's thread to another thread, where little Ailian was crying. It was as if she had woken from a nightmare. Mi felt Ailian grip her arm tightly, pressing her against her, muttering incoherently. A tear slid down her cheek, and Mi jumped, quickly releasing the thread. That gentle pleasure returned. Ailian hugged Mi, trembling slightly. Mi looked up at Ailian, who was holding her breath, and smiled, reminding her, "Little one, you can breathe."

“Oh, oh,” Ailian, suddenly awakened from her reverie, reached behind Mi’s head and eagerly pulled Mi’s head in front of her: “I know, I know, Mi, you continue, Mi, do it again, do it again, this time I can breathe.”

Aileen let out unconscious moans like a cat, writhing frantically. Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, and strings of colorful bubbles rose from her body. Aileen was now like a human firework, dazzling and vibrant.

"So fragrant, so soft, so sweet, so delicious!" Ailian's inner thoughts kept bubbling up, still the same little foodie she'd been when they first met, never stopping eating. Mi opened all her senses, and this time she saw clearly: one after another, small red, orange, and purple dots emerged from Ailian's body. Mi extended her witch form, stringing these red dots together. The bubbles gathered in one place and exploded with a bang, scattering tiny specks of light back down.

Ailian had no idea what she was feeling. She felt like she was floating aimlessly, sometimes in the air, sometimes on the ground. Sometimes she could feel her body being constantly squeezed, and sometimes she felt empty and needed to be filled. Sometimes she felt weak and powerless, and sometimes she trembled and wanted to curl up. Sometimes her legs stiffened and she trembled all over. "Mi, Mi," Ailian murmured softly, constantly curling up and unconsciously gripping Mi's back, leaving deep finger marks.

Mi was lost along with Ailian. She felt as if she were being tossed about by the waves of the sea with Ailian, desperately trying to grasp something, as if Ailian were clinging to her waist. The green-clad Ailian was long gone. Flashes of white light appeared before Mi's eyes, and she felt a daze. She seemed to have entered an extreme state of sensation, a completely unfamiliar feeling that both drew her forward and frightened her.

Ailian hugged Mi's body, warm tears sliding down her cheeks. Ailian's face was flushed, her eyes moist, and she unconsciously mumbled, "Mi, Mi, no, waah, no." Mi withdrew her witch form, watching Ailian curl up in a ball. Mi lowered Ailian's legs, twisting her waist as she was about to leave, when Ailian's legs immediately wrapped around Mi's waist. "Mi, waah, Mi, no." Mi stroked her chin, wondering what state Ailian was in—was she dreaming or experiencing a buildup of emotions? Ailian didn't give Mi time to think; she hugged Mi, her intense emotions enveloping her. Mi watched as pink bubbles and fiery points of light scattered around them. Ailian kept twisting until Mi connected the points of light again. This time, Mi felt the same satisfaction, a satisfaction she had never felt before, as if she had finally tasted a delicious meal she had always wanted, a meal that would never be full. No wonder Ailian kept saying how delicious it was.

Ailian's back arched, as if she were about to suffocate, indistinct sounds escaping her throat. Her eyes were unfocused, her consciousness seemingly drifting elsewhere. Mi released the red dots and searched inside Ailian's green body. Within Ailian were two shimmering white lights, radiating temptation, constantly beckoning to Mi, "Come and eat me, come and eat me." Mi, like Pigsy seeing the ginseng fruit, used all her strength to pull away the witch's threads.

Mi released Ailian and lay down beside her. This was the first time she had fully entered into someone's emotions. Ailian was passionate and innocent; she didn't understand how things had come to this. Although Mi looked very human, and she tried her best to wear human clothes, her witch form kept wanting to collapse. Mi kept trying to maintain her human form, but the unfolded witch form was exposed to too many emotions, a jumble of voices, making it impossible for Mi to have her own thoughts.

After leaving the Misty Forest, Mi rarely spread out in a net-like form anymore, especially after the Gray Man incident at Derek's Palace; Mi's witch form had never dissipated since. Tonight, however, the moment Elaine embraced her, her witch form wanted to unfold, and for the first time, Mi felt like she was losing control. Was it all because of Elaine? Mi stared at Elaine, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing. Anna had also held her as she fell asleep, but it was a completely different feeling. Anna was warm and strong, giving her a sense of security and support; Elaine, on the other hand, was intensely emotional, rendering Mi completely unable to think. She had lost control time and time again amidst Elaine's emotional fireworks, hopelessly falling in love with herself.