More?

Gujiajia’s shock flickered in her eyes.

When she heard the girl’s demand, her astonishment painted her face openly.

Su Qingshan was satisfied.

Both were girls—what was there to fuss over?

If she still had her previous life’s body, *she’d* be too embarrassed to suggest such a punishment.

Gujiajia’s cheeks flushed slowly.

*Since we’re both girls… no need to be shy, right?*

*We’re the same—nothing to hide!*

She tried convincing herself inwardly, yet shyness clung to her like steam.

*To see the girl’s body…*

*So perfectly shaped—unlike my own overly generous curves. Just right.*

Excitement made Gujiajia’s face bloom crimson.

Su Qingshan mistook it for modesty.

*Still such an easy-to-tease older sister. Bathing together? What’s the big deal?*

Her goal was achieved.

But Su Qingshan didn’t realize this shyness wasn’t the kind she imagined.

Steam curled in the air.

The bathroom, lined with cold black marble, held a heated pool where warmth banished the chill.

Su Qingshan stood at the pool’s edge, arms outstretched, letting the nurse-uniformed beauty—face redder than blood—undress her.

Su’s clothes were simple, unadorned.

Behind her, Gujiajia’s breath hitched as she stared at the girl’s pale, slender neck. Her trembling hands reached out eagerly.

The zipper whispered open. Smooth skin glowed against the black dress as it pooled on the floor.

The girl’s flawless form emerged through the mist.

Gujiajia swallowed hard, fingers fumbling with the back’s tiny black buttons.

*So fast? I thought she’d be shy…* Su Qingshan turned, settling onto the pool ledge with a crossed leg.

Gujiajia’s blush deepened to her neck.

*Perfectly proportioned…* Envy flickered in her eyes.

“Socks.”

Su Qingshan’s voice cut through the daze. The flustered maid had forgotten her duty.

Gujiajia knelt by the pool, palms sliding up the girl’s slender thighs to roll down the stockings.

Tiny, snow-white feet. Adorably delicate.

*Want to squeeze them!*

A dangerous thought sparked.

Freed of all constraints, Su Qingshan stepped into the water.

Heat rose past her legs, her waist…

Silver-white hair dipped into the pool, dampening at the ends.

*Bliss.*

She closed her eyes, pores opening under the warmth.

A rustle sounded.

She opened her eyes.

A magnificent figure stood before her.

Su Qingshan froze.

Gujiajia burned crimson under the girl’s gaze.

*Wasn’t she supposed to be shy?*

*This… wasn’t expected.*

“I… I can’t serve properly clothed,” Gujiajia murmured.

Bare feet entered the water.

She knelt before Su Qingshan.

Water lapped at her waist. Through the clear surface, her peaks seemed even more magnificent.

Ink-black hair fanned across the water, clinging to radiant skin.

Su Qingshan marveled silently.

Gujiajia’s eyes blazed—admiration and excitement warring with her unyielding blush.

*So beautiful!*

*More perfect than I dreamed!*

Foam gathered in her palms. She traced the girl’s skin with reverent care.

*Like touching warm jade…*

No silk stockings between them now—just this intimate warmth. Gujiajia grew dizzy with it.

Trembling, she washed every inch as if polishing flawless treasure.

Su Qingshan turned her back, silver hair gathered forward. Gentle hands glided over her spine.

*She’s touching my back!*

Gujiajia’s fingers tightened instinctively.

A soft, ambiguous hum escaped Su Qingshan’s throat. Gujiajia froze, then scrubbed even more carefully.

Su Qingshan was surprised by the maid’s fervor—but shrugged inwardly.

*Just girls helping each other bathe. What’s the fuss?*

*Still… this older sister’s enthusiasm is rare.*

Past attendants had blushed while working diligently. But this? This was devotion.

Rinse. Lather. Rinse again—like cleansing a priceless artifact.

Gujiajia’s hands shook, afraid to press too hard.

*Don’t hurt her.*

The warmth of the woman’s body behind her was undeniably soothing.

Su Qingshan closed her eyes, surrendering to the pampering.

Only when every bubble vanished did Gujiajia’s starlit eyes meet Su’s. The girl rose.

“Wait.”

Gujiajia caught her foot before it touched the floor. She spread a plush towel first.

*Overkill… but nice.* Su Qingshan approved.

Gujiajia’s gaze clung to the glistening skin as she patted every droplet away with a towel.

Wrapped snugly in a robe under the maid’s meticulous care, Su Qingshan felt perfectly tended.

*I saw her. Touched her!*

Gujiajia’s heart screamed to spin with joy—yet her poised demeanor held firm.

*No one else must ever see this perfection.*

*So envious… so adoring.*

As she dried the silver-white hair, reluctance settled deep in Gujiajia’s chest.

*Let time slow. Let this touch last longer.*

But time flowed steady—neither hastened by discomfort nor slowed by longing.

The day’s duty ended all the same.