Chapter 27: Pervert… Disgusting

Raphael soaked in the bathtub, staring blankly at the wall.

This all felt so unreal, so she pinched her own thigh.

But the pain told her this was reality.

The little sister she had thought about for so long had actually appeared before her, and under such bizarre circumstances.

The water that should have been warm had now grown somewhat cold.

She sat up from the bathtub.

She picked up a towel and began to dry herself.

She put on the maid outfit she had just gotten, and sat on the chair next to the Communication Mirror.

She lifted one foot slightly and slipped the black stockings onto it.

Her leg bent slightly, and even her delicate toes pointed upward a little.

Both hands grabbed the sides of the stocking and pulled it upward.

The black stockings slid up along her snowy-white calf.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and that distinctive red hair popped in first.

Raphael instinctively looked over.

Who else could it be but her perverted master, Laiyinmute?

Laiyinmute saw the stocking Raphael had pulled halfway up, and her fair legs.

His eyes drifted slightly upward.

With her leg arched, the somewhat short skirt was inevitably lifted, and he got a clear view of that scenery.

He was slightly stunned, and his ears immediately turned a bit red.

He took two steps forward and grabbed Raphael’s hands, which were about to continue pulling upward.

Feeling her hands being caught, Raphael looked at him in confusion, tilting her head to the right, somewhat puzzled about what Laiyinmute was going to do.

Laiyinmute crouched down, looked up, and said:

“I’ll do it.”

Hearing this, Raphael let go of the stocking she had been pulling on, then placed her hands on either side and slightly propped herself up.

“Phew…”

Laiyinmute let out a soft breath.

Seeing something like this early in the morning was still too stimulating for him.

His fingers felt the soft leg through the black fabric, and his hands slowly pulled upward.

Calf… thigh.

The fleshy feel of her thigh pleased him greatly, and he sighed inwardly.

As expected, legs with a little meat are the best.

He looked at one leg wrapped in black stockings.

The other leg was still bare and exposed.

A thought emerged in his mind, and he pulled out a white object from behind.

Although she had seen Laiyinmute inexplicably pull things out more than once, she was still very curious about where he got them from.

Laiyinmute unfolded the white object.

It was a pair of white stockings.

He carefully put the opening onto Raphael’s other foot.

He swallowed his saliva, and his hand unconsciously began to touch her small foot.

His mind once again recalled what happened that night, and that feeling.

Seeing Laiyinmute’s expression as he sank into memories and smirked foolishly, Raphael couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

His lips curled open, and before he realized it, drool dripped down onto her leg.

Raphael’s body trembled slightly, and she stared blankly at the drool on her leg.

She glanced at it in disgust, then looked at Laiyinmute with disdain.

That gaze was as if she were looking at trash, but she quickly withdrew it.

When Laiyinmute saw Raphael make that expression, his heartbeat quickened.

His lips lightly touched Raphael’s fair, tender leg, and his tongue reached out a bit to suck the drool into his mouth.

He held it in his mouth as if savoring a treasure, and slightly observed Raphael’s expression.

As expected, Raphael once again showed that disgusted and repulsed expression.

‘Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.’

Raphael thought this in her heart, completely unaware of Laiyinmute’s expression.

Her leg was now wet, covered in drool, feeling as if it had been licked by a dog.

Laiyinmute looked up at her and smiled, then pulled the white stockings upward.

This time he was not slow at all, but rather quick.

He completed these steps in one go.

Then Laiyinmute stood up, bent over, and quickly left the bathroom, leaving Raphael alone inside.

“Pervert… pervert, disgusting.”

Raphael looked at the place that had been licked by a dog with disgust.

Although she had been forced to taste Laiyinmute’s drool last time, that didn’t mean she liked it, especially when it got on her body.

Raphael walked out of the bathroom, her expression returning to normal.

She checked the living room and found no one there.

She hadn’t heard the sound of Laiyinmute opening the front door to leave earlier either.

‘He probably went back to his room.’

Raphael glanced at the time.

It was almost afternoon, so it was time to cook.

She wasn’t very hungry herself.

She had been sleeping on and off since yesterday until just now, so her stomach wasn’t very hungry either.

Thinking of her little sister sleeping soundly in the room, she smiled gently.

She should let her little sister see her cooking skills.

She mentally planned what dishes to make and walked toward the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and thought about what to make.

Dozens of dishes immediately came to mind.

As she thought, she took out ingredients.

Before long, the refrigerator was more than half empty, but Raphael didn’t notice at all.

Now she was single-mindedly focused on cooking for her little sister.

Raphael’s figure bustled about in the kitchen, and the aroma of food drifted out.

One dish after another.

“Mmm… Brother?”

Sira rubbed her eyes and reached to the side, but touched nothing.

She yawned, got up from the bed, and slipped her little feet into her shoes.

She slowly pushed open the door.

“Mmm? Smells so good.”

The aroma of food, the scent rushing toward her, made Sira’s nose twitch slightly.

Saliva unconsciously formed in her mouth.

She followed the scent and walked over, her small mouth slightly open.

“Brother?”

Raphael poured the food from the pan onto a plate, picked it up, turned, and looked over.

“What’s wrong? Little sister?”

Then she smiled gently and placed the dish on the table.

More than a dozen dishes were neatly piled on the dining table.

Sira was stunned.

Her brother—oh no, it should be her sister—had her hair tied in a high ponytail, her face full of tenderness.

She wore an apron, and her long white hair was tied up in a high ponytail.

That appearance was like… a wife who had taken care of the home for years?

“What’s the matter?”

Raphael waved her hand in front of Sira, looking puzzled at her dazed little sister.

She pulled out a chair and dragged her onto it.

She instructed her:

“Sira, from now on you must not call me brother. Call me Sister Raphael. You must, must, must remember.”

If she called her that in front of Laiyinmute, there would definitely be trouble.

Not to mention that she was now a woman, just the term “brother” alone—if it were spoken, Laiyinmute would surely figure out her identity.

Sira nodded blankly, finally coming back to her senses.

After confirming Sira had heard, Raphael walked toward Laiyinmute’s room.

She knocked lightly a few times.

“Master, are you there? It’s dinner time, time to eat.”

After a moment, the door was pushed open.

What she saw first was not Laiyinmute, but a rather strange odor.

The smell was somewhat fishy and unpleasant.

Laiyinmute was adjusting his clothes.

His clothes were a bit disheveled, clearly just put on, and he hadn’t even had time to straighten them.

Seeing Laiyinmute come out, Raphael sat down at the dining table next to Sira.

Laiyinmute glanced back at something near the bed.

He thought to himself:

‘She probably didn’t notice, right?’

Then he shut his door tightly.

The things inside were not meant to be seen.