The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies

Chapter 51

“Hmm~”

“Ah!”

“…”

“Not bad, keep going.”

Adele, sprawled across the plush sofa, her eyes closed, her legs swinging playfully, enjoyed the sensation of Celeste’s hands kneading the muscles of her calves, her toes wiggling with a delight that was… almost childlike.

Celeste, her gaze fixed on Adele’s feet, her breath catching in her throat as she chased after those soft, delicate toes, her fingers tracing the smooth curves beneath the sheer stockings, felt a warmth spread through her limbs, a tingling sensation that made her… weak.

Adele’s laughter, a soft, melodic sound, filled the room, its warmth echoing the gentle pressure of Celeste’s hands against her skin.

“What do you want for dinner?” Adele asked, her voice breaking the silence, her question catching Celeste off guard.

Celeste’s mind, still fixated on Adele’s feet, her fingers tracing the delicate bones beneath the soft flesh, her thoughts drifting to… dangerous, forbidden places, murmured, “I want to…”

“No! Bad girl!” Adele scolded, her voice laced with a playful amusement.

Celeste, her cheeks burning with shame, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and… something else, apologized instantly, her voice barely a whisper.

“I-I’m sorry, Master!”

Perhaps she hadn’t truly meant… that. But if Adele perceived it, if she believed it to be true… then it was true.

Or perhaps… deep down, she had indeed… wanted it.

“You’re such a naughty puppy,” Adele said, her voice softening, her smile betraying her amusement. She enjoyed teasing Celeste, watching her squirm, her cheeks flushing, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and… something else.

“I ordered sushi for you, and… crawfish and barbecue for me,” she said, her voice taking on a casual tone. “I’m out of money, so… you’ll have to transfer some to me, okay? Sasa*~”

Adele was telling the truth. She was currently living off her meager Sequence Five allowance: 1,500 yuan per month. In a city like this, it was barely enough to cover her basic living expenses, let alone her… newly acquired taste for luxury.

Her shopping spree that afternoon had been a way to fulfill the original Adele’s desire for… material possessions. And… to indulge her own cravings.

This takeout order… it would probably cost at least two or three hundred yuan. One-fifth of her monthly allowance, gone in a single meal.

If Celeste didn’t… reimburse her… she would be eating instant noodles for the rest of the month!

Thankfully, Celeste was a good puppy. A very generous puppy.

Celeste, her body trembling with excitement at Adele’s use of the nickname “Sasa,” her heart melting with a warmth that spread through her limbs, quickly responded, “Of course, Master. Everything I have… belongs to you.”

“Then… set up a… ‘close contact payment’ for me, okay?” Adele said, her voice taking on a playful lilt.

“Close contact payment” was a feature that allowed Celeste to link her payment account to Adele’s, giving her a monthly spending limit. Any purchases Adele made within that limit would be automatically deducted from Celeste’s account.

Celeste, unfamiliar with such mundane matters, handed her phone to Adele, her movements hesitant, her gaze averted. She rattled off her lock screen password and payment password, her trust in Adele… absolute.

Adele could have easily ordered her to reveal those passwords, but… there was a difference between forced obedience and… willing surrender.

Adele, her fingers flying across the screen, linked their accounts, setting a monthly limit of 5,200 yuan. The maximum limit was 20,000 yuan, but Adele didn’t think she could spend that much… yet.

Besides, a limit of 5,200 yuan was essentially the same as a limit of 20,000 yuan. What mattered was… the gesture, the willingness to provide, to… care.

The “close contact payment” feature… it was more symbolic than practical. If Adele needed a large sum of money, for a magic wand or rare ingredients for potions… 20,000 yuan wouldn’t even scratch the surface. She would have to ask Celeste directly.

That was why she had chosen a limit of 5,200 yuan. It was a message, a secret code that only Celeste… understood.

She handed the phone back to Celeste, then she picked up her own phone, her attention shifting to a recently released open-world RPG, its graphics stunning, its gameplay… addictive.

Whoa… gacha…

Thankfully, Adele was a “free-to-play” gamer. Otherwise, her newly acquired spending limit would be gone in a flash, devoured by a never-ending stream of microtransactions.

She intended to use it for… necessities. For someone who was accustomed to a frugal lifestyle, 5,200 yuan per month was… more than enough.

Celeste, receiving her phone, her gaze falling on the “close contact payment” limit, her heart melting with a warmth that spread through her limbs, a tingling sensation that made her… tremble, clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears.

She was so happy, so… overwhelmed.

To be Adele’s… pet… It’s the greatest honor of my life…

“Hey, don’t stop,” Adele said, her voice breaking the silence, her legs swinging playfully, her toes wiggling invitingly.

“Y-Yes, Master!” Celeste said, her voice a breathless gasp as she resumed her massage, her fingers kneading Adele’s calves, her gaze lingering, her thoughts drifting to… dangerous, forbidden places.

Adele sighed, her body relaxing under Celeste’s touch, her mind drifting to… strategies.

“My back is sore too,” she said, her voice a soft command. “And my shoulders.”

Celeste’s heart pounded in her chest, her body responding to Adele’s words with a warmth that spread through her limbs, a tingling sensation that made her… weak. She bit her lip, her gaze averted, her hands moving to Adele’s back, her fingers tracing the delicate bones beneath her shirt, her touch… reverent.

But then… a slip, a miscalculation, a touch that lingered… in the wrong place.

“Eek! Why are you touching my butt!?” Adele shrieked, her body twisting, her foot shooting out to stomp on Celeste’s head. “Bad puppy!”

But… why was Celeste smiling? Did she… enjoy being stepped on?

Celeste, her breath ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with a mixture of pain and… something else, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, gasped, “I-I’m sorry, Master! Please… forgive me!”

………………

One of the perks of living in the city center was… fast delivery.

The doorbell rang, and Celeste, scrambling to her feet, ignoring the ache in her knees, rushed to answer it, her movements a flurry of eagerness and… something else.

She took the bags from the delivery driver, her dress slightly askew, her knees still red from kneeling, her cheeks flushed, her breath ragged, her collar, its black leather a stark contrast to her pale skin, a constant reminder of her… status.

The delivery driver, her gaze lingering on Celeste, her lips curving into a knowing smile, thought, Rich people… they sure know how to have fun.

She hurried away, her thoughts drifting to… more interesting matters.

Celeste closed the door, returning to the living room, her gaze fixed on Adele, who was now sitting up on the sofa, the aroma of barbecue and crawfish filling the air, her expression a mixture of anticipation and… impatience.

Celeste, instead of sitting on the sofa, remained kneeling on the floor, her posture submissive, her gaze averted, as if she had grown accustomed to her… lowered status.

She placed the takeout bags on the coffee table, then she offered Adele the leash, her movements hesitant, her gaze pleading.

Adele, her appetite piqued, took the leash, her fingers gently stroking Celeste’s hair, its softness, its warmth, a comforting contrast to the cool leather of the collar.

“Good girl~” she murmured, her voice a soft purr.

And then, she turned her attention to the food, her hands reaching for the takeout bags, her excitement… uncontainable.

First, Celeste’s sushi. A beautifully arranged assortment of colorful rolls, nestled in a sleek black container. Even Adele couldn’t help but salivate.

But… it was Celeste’s dinner.

She resisted the urge to steal a piece, placing the container on the floor, in front of Celeste.

“Here you go, good puppy,” she said, her voice taking on a playful lilt. “But… no hands. Only… mouth, okay?~”

Her words, delivered with a mischievous smile, sent a shiver down Celeste’s spine, a thrill that mingled with the shame and adoration that now consumed her.

She couldn’t tell if it was the magic crest, subtly influencing her desires, or… if this was… who she truly was.

She craved this.

And Adele… she had given it to her.

“Yes… Master,” Celeste whispered, her voice barely audible.

She knelt at Adele’s feet, her posture submissive, her body curving invitingly, her gaze fixed on Adele, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and… something else. Something that made Adele’s throat tighten, her fangs aching with a sudden, unexpected thirst.

This was her familiar, her… pet. Her… first woman.

And Adele, her gaze softening, her expression transforming, her heart… betraying her, found herself… captivated.

She forgot her own food, her gaze fixed on Celeste, watching as she carefully picked up a piece of sushi with her mouth, her lips brushing against the delicate rice, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of the tuna.

She chewed, then swallowed, her movements awkward, her efforts… endearing.

Adele picked up a bottle of juice, twisting off the cap, then she said, her voice a soft command, “Tilt your head back. Open your mouth.”

Celeste, swallowing the last of the tuna roll, obeyed, her gaze fixed on Adele, her trust… absolute.

Adele poured the juice into Celeste’s open mouth, her movements careful, her gaze lingering on Celeste’s throat, the delicate curve of her jawline, the way her lips glistened with… juice.

She had poured a little too much, and some of it spilled, trickling down Celeste’s chin, her neck, disappearing beneath the collar of her blouse, leaving behind a damp trail that… made Adele’s heart race.

Celeste, her thirst quenched, looked at Adele, her eyes pleading for… more.

Adele, her throat suddenly dry, brought the bottle to her own lips, taking a long, slow sip, her gaze never leaving Celeste’s face, her thoughts drifting to… dangerous, forbidden places.

Does she even realize… how alluring she is?

Is she… teasing me? Intentionally?

Adele’s pink eyes sparkled with a dangerous light, her lips curving into a predatory smile.

It doesn’t matter. I can’t resist.

She finally turned her attention to her own food, the aroma of barbecue and crawfish filling her senses, her appetite returning with a vengeance.

It’s so good…

Her first takeout meal in this world… It was a revelation.

She was grateful to the author, for setting the story in a modern world, a world with conveniences like… takeout. And crawfish. And barbecue.

She pulled on a pair of gloves, her movements practiced, efficient, as she began peeling the crawfish, her fingers working quickly, expertly.

She could have ordered something more… extravagant, something more… befitting her newfound status. Lobster, perhaps? Or king crab?

But she preferred… simplicity. Authenticity. She didn’t need to pretend, to put on airs.

She wanted to enjoy… what she liked.

Expensive seafood… it didn’t appeal to her.

“Open your mouth~” she said, her voice a playful command.

Celeste, startled, looked up, her gaze meeting Adele’s, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Adele’s smile, its warmth, its genuineness… disarming.

Adele was holding a piece of crawfish meat, perfectly peeled, the vein removed, its delicate flesh glistening in the soft light.

She placed it in Celeste’s mouth, her fingers brushing against her lips, her touch lingering.

“How is it?” she asked, her voice soft, her gaze never leaving Celeste’s face.

“…”

Celeste, savoring the flavor, the spice, the… tenderness, couldn’t speak. She swallowed, then she said, her cheeks flushed, her voice barely a whisper, “…Spicy.”

She stuck out her tongue, panting like a… dog, her eyes sparkling with a delight that belied her words.

It was a gift, a token of affection, from her Master. And even if it was spicy… she would savor it.

“Ha… Ha…”

“You don’t like spicy food?” Adele asked, her voice laced with surprise. She made a mental note to remember that, to consider Celeste’s preferences in the future.

The novel hadn’t provided many details about Celeste’s likes and dislikes. Her role in the story had been too… brief.

Her ending had come swiftly, tragically. She had burned herself out, had consumed her life force in a desperate attempt to defeat Hermione, leaving her… broken.

And Hermione… well, she hadn’t emerged unscathed. Injured, perhaps even mortally wounded, she had faded from the story, her fate uncertain.

Adele would prevent that from happening. She wouldn’t allow Celeste to… destroy herself.

In a way, by becoming Celeste’s master, by claiming her, by… taming her, she had… saved her life.

Of course, she wouldn’t think of herself as a… savior. She knew, better than anyone, that she was a manipulator, a master of deception, her every action, her every word, a calculated move in a game she was determined to win.

But sometimes… a lie, repeated often enough, could become… truth. And a heart, touched by genuine affection, could… learn to love in return.

Like now… Adele had unconsciously memorized Celeste’s aversion to spicy food.

And she hadn’t even realized… that it wasn’t just a matter of… strategy.

For the first time since her arrival in this world, she had genuinely… cared about someone.

About… her Celeste.