Su Qingshan froze.
This outfit was...
She couldn’t help glancing twice.
Gujiajia, however, felt utterly awkward.
She’d worn T-shirt dresses before, but they were always loose and long.
This one hugged her curves tightly. She kept imagining she might flash someone any second.
Blushing, Gujiajia struggled to adjust to the revealing clothes.
Su Qingshan had expected the System Maiden to scheme, yet she was satisfied.
“Since you’re ready, begin.”
Her voice stayed cool, unchanged from before.
That calm tone eased Gujiajia’s nerves.
Cleaning was her strength.
Running a martial arts school alone meant handling lively kids. Even tidy little girls made messes; boys often came home filthy.
Grabbing the mop and rag, Gujiajia slipped into work mode, forgetting her outfit.
Soon, she’d mopped the entire villa inside and out. She knelt to polish the wooden floors spotless, folded wardrobe clothes neatly, wiped windows until gleaming, and refreshed vase water—petals still dewy.
Su Qingshan surveyed her home. It felt transformed.
The villa shone anew. Only the white sheets drying in the yard stopped her from thinking she’d time-traveled to moving-in day.
She nodded, pleased. She’d only done this for the task, uncaring if it failed—but this older sister’s skills were flawless.
Not bad.
Su Qingshan smiled slightly.
Even better: the whole villa took just an hour and a half.
“Not bad.”
Su Qingshan opened the wardrobe, brushed a finger over the glass shelf. Spotless.
Gujiajia glowed at her boss’s praise.
“However.”
Su Qingshan spoke again.
Gujiajia tensed, fists clenched before her.
Her face stayed composed.
“Housework alone proves nothing. Any maid could manage it.”
Su Qingshan lifted the white bed curtain and sat.
She crooked a finger.
Nervous but obedient, Gujiajia stepped closer.
Su Qingshan disliked looking up.
“Kneel.”
The command stung with humiliation.
Just an order, she told herself. She swallowed her discomfort and knelt.
“A maid’s duty isn’t simple chores. You serve me—your master.”
Su Qingshan looked down imperiously, lifting Gujiajia’s chin.
Dominating this dignified woman thrilled her.
Gujiajia’s chin tilted up. Shame flooded her.
She only wanted a job. Why this cruelty?
Especially from a Dark Dragon!
Resentment flickered in her eyes, but she dared not resist.
The promised pay silenced her refusal.
“What... should I do?”
Gujiajia bit her lip, voice barely a whisper.
Su Qingshan released her chin, leaned back, and stretched her legs on the wide bed.
“I’m tired. Massage my legs.”
Relief washed over Gujiajia.
At least nothing strange.
They were both girls—what could be weird?
She scolded herself inwardly for doubting.
Kneeling on the rug, she removed Su Qingshan’s slippers, placing them neatly.
Massaging a Dark Dragon’s legs! She was a Sect Leader, yet this degradation...
Gujiajia hated her own weakness.
Su Qingshan lay back, hands behind her head.
The System Maiden chirped eagerly: “No wonder I chose you! Such talent! A true maid serves her master!”
Gujiajia’s soft hands met Su Qingshan’s long legs.
Cool and smooth from the AC, the skin warmed under her touch.
“Is the pressure okay?”
Gujiajia regretted the words instantly.
Forced to serve a Dark Dragon—why ask such things?!
Shame burned her. If the kids knew, she’d never face them!
“Hmm.”
Su Qingshan sighed lazily.
The massage was surprisingly good. Comforting.
She closed her eyes.
“Don’t just sit there! Massage back! Pounce! Record it for the male lead!”
The System Maiden’s babyish voice urged.
Su Qingshan scoffed. She was good—not some pervert.
Gujiajia fought her humiliation, gently working the calves, then thighs with careful pressure.
Su Qingshan stayed silent, only murmuring about pressure.
No reaction. Gujiajia focused, growing serious.
The legs were long and lean, wrapped in black lace stockings—smooth, firm, springy.
Gujiajia’s mind wandered.
Such beautiful legs!
Long, straight, perfect to touch. She could play with them for a year!
She jolted at her own thought.
What was she imagining?
Sinful urges for a younger girl?!
Gujiajia wanted to vanish.
Her hands drifted higher, massaging firmly.
The sensation was intoxicating.
She sank into it, despising herself.
What’s wrong with me?
Feeling this for a girl?
And a Dark Dragon!
She was enduring for the sect!
“Too hard.”
Su Qingshan’s voice cut through.
“Huh?”
Gujiajia flinched, fearing she’d spoken aloud.
She met Su Qingshan’s gaze—clear, emotionless.
“Oh!”
She lightened her touch.
Su Qingshan was satisfied.
Hunger outweighed this task.
“Cooking?”
Gujiajia perked up instantly. This, she excelled at!
