Chapter 4
After dinner, Opesa returned to her room to rest, still feeling a lingering fear.
Her legs were almost broken by the heavy table, and she became a disabled person from then on.
She sat in the room for a long time, her heartbeat still unabated, her mind replaying Sinderel's chilling words. Her back was already drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging to her body. To relax her entire body, she had no choice but to get up and change.
Sinderel was threatening her.
He was showing that he was not defenseless, and his previous forbearance was just his magnanimity.
Today was just a warning. If she didn't fulfill her promise, given Sinderel's cruelty, he would torture her by any means necessary, or even kill her directly.
Xindrel didn't know her identity as a time traveler. If he found out that he knew about his buff that allowed him to talk to animals, he would not let her go.
She had to play dumb and pretend it was an accident.
After today, Opesa had a basic understanding of the family and had figured out how to mimic the original owner. The two daughters and the original owner were consistent with the novel, but Sinderel seemed to be the only uncertainty.
She hadn't finished reading the novel, so she didn't know what would happen next, nor did she know what the protagonist's personality was like, let alone that he was so crazy.
He is a bloodthirsty beast hiding in the dark, enduring humiliation all the time. He cannot be reformed at all, and if he is allowed to develop, he will only become a meal in the end.
Unless, she could tame him as a hunter.
No matter how ferocious a beast is, when it encounters a hunter with a gun, it can only choose to flee in panic, or bar its fangs and obediently let the hunter caress it in order to survive.
But her realm wasn't high enough. Although she had indeed relied on her first love face and considerate personality to roam the romantic arena in modern times, with suitors galore for her to choose from, with virtually no window of opportunity. But facing someone as unpredictable as Sinderel, she was truly unsure. Even if she tried to tame him, it would only be a fantasy.
As soon as Opesa took off the cumbersome long dress, she suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, and she was so uncomfortable that she could only support herself on the wardrobe.
No, to be more specific, it wasn't palpitations, it was more like... unwillingness and humiliation?
This was a sudden feeling. It was more of a spontaneous feeling of this body than my own.
This body was unwilling and angry that it was being restrained by Cinderella, who had always been inferior to her.
This feeling was so strong that it almost overwhelmed her main consciousness. The negative emotions in her heart swelled, and she gritted her teeth uncontrollably, wanting to teach Sinderel a lesson.
At this time, the system sound sounds:
[Warning! The main body's consciousness exceeds the limit and is about to lose control and eliminate the host. The task has been automatically accepted.]
【Task Acquisition Successful! 】
[Mission: Apply medicine to Xin%...Drell%￥#@%...]
The system suddenly froze and a bunch of busy tones sounded.
Opesha was a little surprised. How could the time travel system have bugs?
But she was more concerned with the mission itself. Applying medicine to Sindriel? So simple? Did the system finally show some mercy, feeling she'd been utterly miserable, and give her a chance to boost her favorability?
But before she could be happy for a while, the recovered system reissued the task:
[Restarted]
[Task: Apply medicine to Xindrell, have her help changing clothes, restrict her to pajamas, and allow her to play freely to achieve the effect of humiliation]
Opesha:?
Hello, system, are you home? The community is sending warmth.
Opesha just wanted to hold her head and scream.
The key point is that she was forced to accept this mission. She had no way to refuse because the original owner's consciousness was too strong. If she couldn't stabilize the needs of this body, she would be forcibly eliminated and die.
She should have realized that the broken system wouldn't let her get through the night so easily!
Stay calm, stay calm...Opesha tried her best to calm herself down. The system did not restrict her behavior this time. She could act freely to achieve her goal. Maybe she could even find a loophole.
Besides, delivering medicine is a good behavior to increase favorability and lower hatred. Maybe after this mission, her fragile and vulnerable mother-daughter relationship with Sinderel can be eased a little?
Yes, yes... She can't be so pessimistic, she has to think positively.
Thinking of this, she walked into the bathroom and started taking a shower.
People in the seventeenth century did not take baths, believing that only dirty people would take baths. Despite being questioned by others, Opesa insisted on boiling water for herself to take a bath.
She originally wanted to take a nice bath to relax, but suddenly she was faced with such a mess. There was no way, time was tight and the task was heavy, so she could only speed up.
My body did feel much more comfortable after taking a shower, but the discomfort in my heart lingered for a long time, and even my breathing became short.
Opesha pried through the crack of the door and called out to the maid. The maid, Holly, came over. Opesha's voice trembled: "Go... go and call Sinderel."
After Holly left, Opesha clutched her heart and closed the door.
There are bandages in the room, so I don't have to run around again. All I have to do next is pick out a nightgown.
After finally overcoming the discomfort, she touched the wardrobe. When the door opened, she was so shocked that her eyes went dark and she almost fainted. Her stepmother's wardrobe was indeed well-deserved.
Looking around, all you see are dark lace, figure-hugging long skirts. Every glance is of a deep V, high-slit, sexy/erotic style, made of only two pieces of fabric, the kind that reveals your private parts when you walk.
What's the difference between this and letting her run naked?
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was a challenge. Who was going to help dress something made of two pieces of cloth? And she actually wanted to order Sinderel, who had just wanted to kill her today?
Does the system think her life is too long?
Even if the prerequisites were met and Sinderel was willing to accept it, and the servant was a girl, Opesha would absolutely not be able to accept walking around in such a manner in front of other people's eyes.
She has always dressed conservatively, and her views are considered old-fashioned for girls her age. She feels ashamed even in front of her mother at home and would never change her clothes in public. Even with her rich romantic experience, she considers the first night as inviolable territory, with only kissing and hugging as the most extreme, and nothing more. Because of this, her friends often tease her as old-fashioned.
She doesn't think she has done anything wrong, because one's will is free, and the same applies to sensitive topics. She will not change her views to follow the crowd, nor will she judge girls who have open-minded ideas that are contrary to her own.
The body belongs to you, and you are the master of it. She always firmly believes in this.
However, this system made her overturn her twenty years of beliefs and forced her to try a style that was completely contrary to her own!
Opesha: System!
[Host, please speak]
Opesha: I refuse...
[Okay, clear the countdown, 10, 9, 8...]
Opesha: I can't refuse your mission, it's too embarrassing and I need time to prepare.
[The countdown has ended. Good luck to you. See you later.]
How ridiculous!!
Opesha was so angry that she punched the pillow.
A person is standing on a single-plank bridge, with a cliff in front and behind.
After her impotent rage, Opesa looked at the large wardrobe with distracted eyes, and returned to the wardrobe with difficult and heavy steps, and began to choose clothes from the pile of hunting/beautiful robes.
She picked up a nightgown that was relatively conservative compared to the others. It was all black, with sheer black mesh sleeves and delicate lace trims at the cuffs. The top was a fishbone-like pattern, made of light, slightly reflective black satin with a premium feel.
Unlike the tight fishbone clothes, the laces on this clothes are very loose and look like they will come loose if you walk around a few times.
Although it was still far beyond her rights, Opesa had learned to find joy in hardship. At least it could be fastened manually, which was much better than those suspenders or robes with only one button. Contentment is a blessing, and she really didn't want her life to be threatened again.
It wasn't her face anyway, and what if someone saw it? She should show off her figure. She kept hypnotizing herself.
Without complaining any more, she chose the clothes and put them on the hangers, then began to look for a base layer of clothes. After wrapping herself tightly in three layers, someone knocked on her door.
"Enter."
The door opened and a blonde girl walked in slowly.
Sinderel changed his clothes. His blond hair seemed to have just been washed and was tucked behind his ears. His white dress was ankle-length. He was not wearing shoes and walked barefoot on the floor. He approached silently and squatted about five steps away from Opesa.
"Is there something wrong?" His tone was calm, not affected at all by the accident that happened today.
Despite having done enough psychological preparation, Opesa's mood was still extremely complicated at this moment, and her eyes were a little evasive when she looked at Sinderel.
Having just escaped a disaster, she now has to face another disaster. Even if she is a good actor, she cannot hide the unconscious fear.
Forget it, let him treat his injury first, and then find a reason to let him change clothes for me.
"Can't I call you if nothing happens? You're my pet now." Opesa frowned slightly, her red lips curled up in a disdainful smile, and she said, "Come here and change my clothes."
Sinderel's expression changed subtly, and there was an unknown emotion in his blue eyes.
The people of Opesha were all dumbfounded.
The actions and words she just said were not under her control at all; they were completely involuntary.
It was the original owner's consciousness controlling her! Was it because the original owner was so upset that Sinderel's disrespect to her today went beyond the numerical limit that she was forced to speak in a contradictory way? How could such a setting exist?
It's over, it's over. Opesa frantically tried to make amends, but her words changed their tone when they reached her lips: "Why aren't you moving? Have you forgotten what your mother warned you today? Please understand your current status, my dear girl."
The more she described, the worse it got. Opesha seemed to see God waving at her.
She stopped talking and chose to keep quiet, waiting for her death.
The bedroom fell into a brief silence. After an unknown amount of time, Sinderel moved.
Opesa's heart also trembled.
Sinderel stood up and walked to the clothes rack to get the pajamas. At this time, Opesha was so panicked that she bit her lower lip, afraid that if she was not careful, she would talk nonsense and start to dig a hole for herself again.
She didn't dare take her eyes off Sinderel, for fear that he would tamper with her clothes, put a silver needle in them, or let his mouse friend hide in them and run around.
Although the silver needle is small, we must be on guard against it.
Fortunately, Sinderel just took the clothes off the hanger and returned to his side.
He was standing only one step away from her. Opesa looked over at him and was surprised to find that Sinderel was taller than her.
This body was already 170cm tall, which was not considered short. Sinderel seemed to be a forehead taller than her.
Is the protagonist that tall... Just look at his slightly dull blond hair. He seems to be a little malnourished. How can he grow so tall?
But Opesa didn't have the chance to think. Her mouth started to open uncontrollably again. Opesa bit her lip and hummed, "Hmm..."
She was still struggling with her mouth, but Sinderel behind her didn't move at all, just stood there holding the clothes.
After a long pause, the mouth finally obeyed. Opesa then realized something and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Bath towel." He said simply.
Opesa looked down and saw that she was still tightly wrapped in a bath towel. "Oh, oh..."
"You want me to help you?"
He asked.
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