After slipping two pairs of over-the-knee socks onto Zila, Xia Mo looped the remaining black-and-white thigh garter around her right leg and tied a delicate bow.
She then pulled the tiny black Mary Janes from the cardboard box and carefully slipped them onto Zila’s feet.
In minutes, the outfit was complete—but Xia Mo seemed reluctant to let go.
*So fragrant… Master is truly perfect~*
Cradling the little loli, Xia Mo breathed in the floral scent drifting from Zila’s hair and skin, melting into a wine-like intoxication.
Zila’s aura felt like a flawless blend of every enchanting blossom in the world—flawless, irresistible.
That skin-deep fragrance coiled around Xia Mo’s senses, making her *truly* unable to let go.
“Hey! What’re you spacing out about? Why won’t you let go of me?!”
Zila snapped Xia Mo out of her daze, rubbing her forehead.
*Sigh~ Did I get charmed by Master again? No wonder you’re my Master~*
“C’mon, let me see Master’s full look!”
Xia Mo settled Zila on the bed’s edge, then scrambled back to the wall, eager to soak in every bit of her “most complete cuteness.”
There she was—Zila in a black-and-white maid outfit, every accessory perfectly placed.
Her beauty hit a mind-blowing level, beyond words.
Milky-white socks hugged her slender legs like a second skin.
Her feet stood in a naturally cute pigeon-toed stance—innocent yet subtly alluring.
Snowy calves curved gracefully, knees lightly touching.
Add her flushed cheeks, arms folded shyly over her chest…
It was a scene so breathtaking Xia Mo’s eyes widened until they felt ready to pop.
Her blood surged. Her chest heaved. Breath hitched. Reason shattered.
“Master, let Sister Xiaomo hold you forever!”
Xia Mo pounced, crushing the tiny figure into a tight embrace.
*Harder… tighter…*
The suffocating warmth made Zila squirm.
“Ahhh! Let go!” she cried, shoving desperately.
“Little Master~ Sister Xiaomo just *needs* to hold you! Pleeease!” Xia Mo crawled forward like a sleepwalker.
“Wah! Don’t come closer!” Zila scrambled backward, tears welling.
For every step Xia Mo took, Zila retreated two—rolling off the bed, pressing against the wall.
“Don’t run! My cute, tiny Master~ Snuggle in Sister Xiaomo’s arms! Call me ‘Sister Xiaomo’ pitifully~!”
*Thump!* Xia Mo leaped onto the bed, sending clothes flying.
Her gaze—fierce, hungry—locked onto the shivering little maid.
*Oh no… Is Xia Mo charmed? Am I gonna be… No way!*
Zila wanted to scream for help—but she remembered: *I’m in my Succubus Curse form. No human would save me.*
Despair sank in.
“Xia Mo, snap out of it! Don’t be charmed! Pleeease!”
Too late. Xia Mo seized her, smothering her in “doting” cuddles.
“Master’s so cute~ so soft~ If only you stayed a girl forever, I’d do *anything*! Hehe!”
“Huh? You’re *deeply* charmed!” Zila deadpanned, clicking her tongue.
“I’m *not* charmed! I just can’t resist your cuteness!”
Perched on Xia Mo’s lap, the petite, perfectly fitted maid endured gentle strokes between her twin tails.
“Such a good Master~ Call me ‘Sister Xiaomo’ again? Pleeease?” Xia Mo cooed.
“Huh? Why ‘Sister’? Your name’s Xia Mo! Hmp~” Zila grumbled.
“Just once, Master~?”
“No way! I’m not *that* little! I’m your *Master*! Don’t treat me like a kid!”
*Gurgle… gurgle…*
Zila’s stomach growled loudly. A sly smirk curled Xia Mo’s lips.
“Master hungry?” she teased.
“Mm! Took days to get back—haven’t eaten *anything*! I’m starving~ Disciple, buy me food! Now!” Zila commanded.
“Sure~ But only if you call me ‘Sister Xiaomo’!” Xia Mo’s eyes glinted mischievously.
“Hmp! Never!”
*Gurgle… gurgle…*
“Skipping meals is bad, Master~ Imagine juicy drumsticks… steaming rice… *sniff* So fragrant~ Tsk tsk~”
“Don’t tempt me! I’d rather starve! I’ll buy it myself!” Zila jumped down, stomping toward the door.
“Hehe~ Forgot something? You’re in your Succubus Curse form. Step outside like this… you *know* what happens~”
Zila froze at the door. Face darkened. Tiny fists clenched—trembling slightly.
“You’re pushing it! I won’t surrender!”
*Gurgle… gurgle…*
“Uwaa… so hungry…”
“Hehe~ One ‘Sister Xiaomo’ = free feast from your devoted disciple! Super worth it~”
Xia Mo’s whisper coiled around Zila like a devil’s lure.
Zila turned slowly, scowling.
“Come~” Xia Mo patted her lap. “Just say it—sweetly, cutely. ‘Sister Xiaomo’~”
Hunger won. Defeated, Zila climbed onto Xia Mo’s lap, face still stormy—but surrendering.
