Chapter 84
Wakako finally pushed the door open. This time, she was the one looking down at Miki, who was frail and helpless, her cheeks flushed after spending a long time in the hot water. Her waist was slender enough to be held in one hand.
Miki’s body was very different from hers. Wakako trained every day, and while it might not be obvious when she was dressed, once she undressed, you could see the distinct lines of her abdomen and arms.
Miki, on the other hand, had a delicate frame, her skin as white as snow, every part of her as soft as a cloud. Wakako had touched her, tasted her, she knew this well.
But most of the time, Miki wouldn’t let her touch her. It wasn’t that she disliked it, but rather, Miki preferred to give commands, to tell Wakako what she could and couldn’t do, using verbal constraints to confine her within a boundary she could easily cross. Even if she wanted to touch her, Miki had to be the one to put her hand in hers.
The Saint wanted everything to be under her control, to hold everything in her own hands to feel at ease.
Just like now, Miki half-raised her eyelashes and asked her proactively, “Do you want to taste?”
She didn’t specify where, implying that anywhere was permissible, but Wakako hesitated.
She knew that their relationship would never be equal, not like the nobles who could sit at the same table and chat freely, nor like nor ordinary people who could share a casual meal. They were master and servant, and she had to wait for Miki’s command.
She had long been conditioned to this dynamic. Even though they no longer needed to adhere strictly to such roles, she felt helpless to break free.
The vast difference between a noble lady and a servant girl was always a source of resentment, but it was like a rope tied around Wakako’s neck, forcing her to bow her head in submission.
Miki watched her, her eyes narrowed in amusement.
She graciously indicated where Wakako could proceed, adding, “Even as a new bride, I am still a ‘bride,’ so letting you indulge is only fitting.”
As Wakako opened her mouth to speak, Miki pressed her head down. Without time to remove her clothes, she was pulled into the warm water, the world swirling around her.
In truth, the Saint didn’t possess such strength; it was all Wakako’s willing submission.
Miki’s wet hair clung to her face and neck, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she asked, “Does it taste good? What flavor is it?”
But her hand never left Wakako’s back of the head, stroking it twice, with no intention of letting her get up. How could she answer without coming up? Her mouth was full of her, Wakako could only manage a weak “Mmm.”
“Answer me,” Miki insisted.
The Saint was teasing her again; how was she supposed to reply?
Wakako could only use her eyes to convey that it was sweet, like cherries.
She saw that Miki’s face was still flushed, as if this method couldn’t relieve the discomfort brought on by her heat, or maybe she was inexperienced with self- relief.
So Wakako hesitated, thinking to reach out and help. After all, she had been asked by the Saint to pleasure her for so many years, she had some experience in this matter. Even if she didn’t go inside, didn’t mark her, she still could offer comfort without overstepping boundaries.
But she didn’t expect Miki to refuse her touch.
This outcome wasn’t unexpected. Even Wakako herself felt that her hands were unworthy of touching the Saint there.
She slowly raised her head and said, “Or, I…” In the Eagle Kingdom’s tent, Miki had taken the initiative to sit on her face, she thought Miki must have been willing.
Before she could finish, Miki interrupted her, “Just continue.” She pressed her head back against her chest, “Don’t you like seeing me like this?”
The Saint was indeed different from usual. Water droplets hung on her delicate neck, fragile as if she would break if you bent her. She was soaking in the water, her eyes also filled with water, looking alluring from every angle.
“I’m…” Miki sighed, her voice halting, “I’m doing this to make you happy. Could it be that you’ve never fantasized about this?”
Wakako’s mouth went dry.
She didn’t dare admit such thoughts.
“Whether you have or not, I’ll let you have your fun tonight, watching me in this state.” Miki’s hand sank back into the water, caressing her own body, revealing her most intimate state to her, not forgetting to tease, “You wouldn’t be so cowardly, would you?”
Wakako didn’t even blink, her hands wrapped around the Saint’s waist.
Of course, she had this desire, but she didn’t understand why Miki had suddenly taken this interest in pleasing her. She didn’t know how long she could hold Miki like this, when the divine punishment would come again, whether the Saint would collapse in her arms the next moment.
Miki noticed her distraction and gently pressed her head again. “Focus,” she whispered.
Everything was unknown, Wakako could only respond with more dedication, holding her tighter and tighter, as if trying to meld their beings into one.
What would she do if she had to witness Miki’s… departure again…
She was really, really, so scared…
Miki also called her name over and over again, “Wakako.” She repeated it constantly, calling her by different names, “Little Waka… Little Puppy… Little Piggy…”
Until Miki’s body finally relaxed, Wakako took the initiative to wipe her body with a towel, put on her clothes, and then asked, “Why?”
Miki’s eyes were hazy, not fully open, “To make you happy.”
Wakako remained silent for a moment, “I mean, why do you want to make me happy?”
Before, only the Saint would order her to pleasure her, observing her pathetic expression inch by inch. Today, she was her new bride, taking the initiative to please her.
Of course, she was happy, but she didn’t understand why, with Miki’s pride, she would suddenly act this way. She could have taken the medicine and peacefully endured these days, yet she chose to let Wakako see her most vulnerable side.
Even though she had already relieved herself a lot, the flush on Miki’s face hadn’t faded in the slightest. She said, “Because you acknowledged me as your new wife in front of those market women, I’m grateful.”
Wakako was stunned, “Grateful? Grateful for what?”
Miki said softly, “Grateful that you didn’t abandon me in front of them. I said I’d give you one last chance, but in my heart, I prayed you wouldn’t. Thankfully… you didn’t.”
Wakako saw the sadness on her face and couldn’t help but feel a surge of panic, “It was such a small thing; what’s there to be grateful for?”
Miki didn’t reply further. Her eyes and cheeks were still flushed, and tears began to fall silently, dropping into the bath. In that moment, Wakako suddenly understood what the Saint was thinking, she was afraid.
Even though she was the master holding the rope, she was afraid that her servant would break free. Even if she had a thousand and ten thousand ways to keep Wakako, would she be willing to use them?
Miki might be considered cold as the Saint, but as Wakako’s master, she had never been cruel.
She was the only person in the world who could make Wakako hurt, yet she only used a flower branch to hit her in two situations: one, when she didn’t study hard, and two, in bed.
Miki was afraid that Wakako would push her away again, so tonight she took the initiative to pleasure herself in front of her, because she knew that Wakako also had other desires for the Saint, so she used this method to please her.
Wakako’s own tears began to fall silently.
The Saint should be above it all, enjoying the service of everyone. How could she, how could she humble herself like this…
Even if it was for her, it didn’t feel right…
Her hand around the Saint’s waist didn’t loosen, nor did she hug her tighter, she just maintained a slight distance, so that even though they were close, they weren’t touching.
Wakako wanted to hold Miki tightly, to soothe her restless emotions, to tell her she wouldn’t leave, but she was also afraid, afraid that her closeness might cause the warm body before her to fade away.
What should she do?
When people encounter problems they can’t figure out, they often pray to God for answers, but now God had already forbidden their union; the only guidance was to let Miki go.
Let her go.
Right now.
A voice whispered coldly in her ear.
Wakako’s vision blurred with tears, but she couldn’t let go.
The Saint was renowned for her beauty from birth. She had seen her for so many years, she was used to her extraordinary beauty in white.
But on their wedding day, when she lifted the veil in the bridal chamber, Wakako realized that the Saint should never wear white.
The soft red of the wedding dress was the perfect complement to her beauty.
With makeup, her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, her lips painted a delicate red, revealing a rare hint of shyness. Even though she soon reclaimed her usual composure, Wakako couldn’t forget that first glance.
That was Miki’s most beautiful form… She shouldn’t return to wearing white…
Wakako took several deep breaths, but she couldn’t let go. She bit her lip hard, not letting out a single cry.
Miki’s own tears hadn’t stopped yet, but she smiled, cupped Wakako’s face, kissed every inch of skin where tears had flowed, and coaxed, “Alright, I meant to make you happy. You know I love seeing you cry in moments like this. If you keep crying, I might have to do something else.”
Even though she feigned a playful tone, Wakako knew it wasn’t true.
Miki said again, “So… do you want to see that again?”
Wakako’s tears inexplicably fell even harder, “No.” She shook her head vigorously.
Miki let out a soft “Ah,” her eyes reflecting a hint of vulnerability. “Was I not good enough?”
Her cautious expression felt like a knife to Kazuko’s heart. She exclaimed, “No!”
Her voice choked with emotion, “You’re the Saint, everyone should kneel before you and do as you command. Why do you have to consider what I like…”
Miki said with red eyes, “The Saint is human too.”
Being human means having desires, and with desires comes vulnerability. Because of this, even the purest can long for connection.
The two looked at each other for a long time.
Suddenly, familiar voices came from outside. Some were servants attempting to stop someone; another voice was particularly recognizable, “An urgent message from the palace!”
The servant said anxiously, “But the they… are both inside! Let me announce you first!” What if they saw something they shouldn’t?
“Perfect timing.” The newcomer sighed in relief, “No time for formalities. I’ll go in and tell them both directly. Enough! Don’t stop me!”
The servant’s protests continued, followed by the sounds of a brief scuffle. Then, hurried footsteps approached.
Lin Lin’s face appeared, filled with concern, “Senior Wakako! Sai… Senior Miki! It’s Lin Lin! There’s urgent news from the palace!”
She seemed to realize something, awkwardly coughing as her ears turned red. “Are you… properly dressed?”
