Sulia’s room still held that warm, red-toned glow.

The aged furnishings remained elegant, exuding a noble, ancient charm.

And in this space, the most graceful fixture was Sulia herself, leaning sideways against the bed’s edge.

Sulia was truly tall—even taller than Feyn Senior. Her long, flowing golden hair radiated a majestic beauty.

Right now, she wore a dark auburn silk nightgown. Her two slender, porcelain-white legs stretched perfectly straight.

My arrival didn’t surprise her. She just watched me like an ordinary maid.

“What? So even in bunny ears, you’re not that cute? What a letdown after all my anticipation,” Sulia said casually, examining me.

“Huh?” Her words made me instantly cringe.

I stood there in the bunny girl outfit Sulia had given me—apparently for casino mascots. It was a black one-piece leotard with fishnet stockings, a tiny bow tie at my neck, and drooping white rabbit ears on my head.

To match the ears, I’d even tied my hair into a single ponytail.

A fluffy white tail was sewn onto my rear. Red high heels adorned my feet, and I’d carefully painted my nails a bright red.

Normally, I hated such flashy nail polish. But this casino mascot outfit was meant to be gaudy, so I’d swallowed my distaste and dressed up.

After all that effort, all that humiliation—dressing up just for you—and you call me not cute?

If I’m not cute, why summon me at all?

“Is that so…” I suppressed my anger. “If you dislike it, can I leave then?”

“No way! A maid works even when she’s not cute. Come here and massage me. I’m dead tired from today’s battles,” Sulia said lazily.

“…”

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you coming?”

“W-where am I not cute?!” I felt utterly wronged. I’d set aside my princess pride, my own tastes, to please you—and you give me this attitude? “Tell me! Where? I wore exactly what you asked! The outfit fits perfectly! Look! There’s even a tail!”

I turned around to show her.

“Oh? So there really is a tail! Come here, let me pinch it. Little bunny.”

“Who’s a little bunny! I’m not suited for bunny outfits anyway! Aren’t these for tall, curvy, mature girls? You forced me to wear it just to mock me?” I sat on the carpet, hugging my knees, burying my face and ignoring her.

“Pfft!” Sulia covered her mouth, laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

Sulia stood, lazily slipped on slippers, and walked over. Her silky nightgown brushed my skin, making me tingle.

She whispered in my ear, her breath warm: “Little princess, you’re so easy to tease. I was joking—you’re adorable.”

For some reason, those words made my nose sting. I started sobbing.

“There, there, little princess,” Sulia gently tugged my white rabbit ears. “You’re the cutest! Sister Sulia loves this outfit on you. Don’t cry, okay?”

You shouldn’t console a crying girl—it only makes her feel more wronged.

“Waaah!” I burst into loud sobs.

Of course, this was purely my girl body’s instinct. My male will tried to suppress it, but backfired.

“Little princess, you’re so willful. You refused to wear the bunny outfit for me, yet threw a tantrum when I called you not cute. So—do you like or dislike bunny ears?”

“I like it, but I don’t want to wear it for you! Sob sob…”

“Such a princess complex! Can’t even take teasing? Does Sister need to punish you?” Sulia’s tone turned sharp.

“Fine! Punish me! Hit or scold me! You’ve never treated me as your princess anyway! Do you truly serve me, or have ulterior motives? Take the Undercity’s leadership if you want! I don’t care! Farewell!” I stood and turned to leave.

“Snap!” Sulia grabbed my arm. I recalled I was an eighth-level princess—but specialized in magic. Physically, I was only second-level warrior strength. Sulia was an eighth-level sword maiden and a powerful noble vampire. I stood no chance.

She yanked me close. Dizziness washed over me. A rich feminine scent and perfume filled my nose. I accidentally bumped into her ample chest—so soft I felt buried in it. Before I could savor that smooth warmth, Sulia lifted my chin, raising my face.

Then I saw her stunning face leaning down. Her glossy red lips, breathing warm air, grew closer, blurring in my vision. My lips met that moist, heated pressure.

“No!” I used my last shred of reason to teleport. In an instant, I vanished from her embrace. I knew—if I didn’t run now, I’d lose the will to escape.

When I reappeared in the Undercity, my body felt light. I landed on a large white bed.

This room’s decor was simple yet elegant, radiating its owner’s indescribable charm. A familiar, intoxicating scent filled the air.

In my panic, I’d only thought of fleeing. I hadn’t chosen a destination. Subconsciously, I’d come to this place—familiar yet strange.

A door opened on one side, steam seeping out.

Feyn Senior emerged, wrapped in a white towel, her wet black hair glistening.

“Kuroti?” Feyn Senior said, her face slightly flushed, a hint of surprise in her voice.

I gently covered my lips, my eyes shimmering with unshed tears, gazing at her.