Ilus’s mind went completely blank.
The three words “take it off yourself” buzzed in her ears like an incomprehensible incantation.
Maintaining a hollow gaze, she slowly lowered her head. Her morning gown hung loosely from the crooks of her arms; she could see her flat, fair belly and, further down, that thin, white pair of lace-embroidered panties.
Previously, whether changing clothes or bathing, she had done her best to avoid or not look directly at this area. She had viewed the panties as nothing more than an ordinary piece of cloth, but now…
Under the demon’s whispers, she paid attention to this issue for the first time.
Beneath that fabric lay a completely foreign, soft, and defenseless territory. Just thinking about it made her head spin with an extreme sense of shameful vertigo.
Eliana’s fingers remained pressed against her flat belly, her fingertips tracing nearly imperceptible circles as if she knew about her pretense. She waited unhurriedly for her to make a decision.
‘What should I do?’ Ilus felt her face burning intensely.
She was a boy… no, at least her soul once was.
She had always treated the most private parts of this body with a strange sense of shame and detachment. She had never truly “looked” closely, let alone voluntarily exposed herself under the gaze of another person—especially a demon.
The girl in the mirror kept her eyes downcast, her long eyelashes trembling. Ilus knew she had to move.
A hypnotized person should obey, but her fingers felt like they were filled with lead, hanging heavily at her waist, touching the soft edge of the fabric.
She could feel Eliana’s gaze, almost tangible, sticking to the back of her hand before sliding toward her lower abdomen.
That look carried a playful scrutiny, as if admiring a precious gift about to be unwrapped.
‘No, I cannot keep waiting like this. If I do, it will definitely arouse Eliana’s suspicion. My primary goal is to survive! To live, I can throw away my dignity!’
Despite thinking this, the actual execution remained difficult.
Ilus trembled slightly as her fingertips hooked the edge. The silky material brushed against her skin, bringing a strange, shivering sensation.
Inch by inch, extremely slowly, she slid the white fabric down.
The air touched the sensitive skin of her legs, causing a wave of tiny goosebumps.
Shame flooded her like a tide, rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making the tips of her ears so hot they felt as if they might burn. She did not dare look in the mirror, nor did she dare look down, resembling a defeated quail.
When the last bit of fabric slid past the back of her knees and piled at her ankles, Ilus involuntarily shuddered.
‘This damn demon, what… what exactly does she want to do?!’
Ilus bit her red lip. It was not just her body; that embarrassment and helplessness originating from her gender swap, hidden deep within her soul, seemed to be stripped bare as well, exposed under the demon’s scorching gaze.
“Heh…”
Eliana let out a faint, satisfied chuckle. She did not immediately put the red dress on Ilus; instead, she took half a step forward, pressing herself almost completely against the girl’s smooth back.
Her next move made Ilus’s legs tremble uncontrollably.
Her somewhat cool fingertips pressed against the girl’s belly with undeniable force, tracing outlines with a touch that was both there and not. She did not use much strength, but it was all the more threatening.
Ilus clenched her teeth hard to suppress the scream about to spill from her throat.
‘It is completely different!’ A unique sensation she had never felt before was now infinitely magnified under the demon’s fingertips.
The unfamiliar anatomy brought an unfamiliar shame, and this shame was fermenting under Eliana’s control into a dizzying, bizarre sensitivity.
Warm breath puffed against the side of her ear; Eliana’s lips were almost touching her earlobe.
Ilus’s legs were trembling visibly. There was no way she could remain still as she had before!
Now she only hoped this demon would show some mercy and not subject her to more intense stimulation.
Perhaps Eliana heard her internal prayer, as she finally stopped. However, a new command followed.
“Master, do not be so tense. Relax, relax~ I need to leave a memento.”
As if truly treating Ilus as her toy, a wicked curve appeared at the corner of Eliana’s mouth.
Just as Ilus was hesitating to open her legs, a small hand suddenly moved to the inner thigh. The nerves there were extremely sensitive. The web of the hand unhesitatingly pinched a small piece of fair skin and twisted…
“Mmph…”
The sharp pain in her thigh forced a muffled groan from Ilus, but Eliana seemed to enjoy it. Fortunately, the pain did not last long; she soon let go, and the girl looked into the mirror.
On the fair, tallow-like skin, a very striking red mark appeared. This was Eliana’s mark.
The maid behind the girl nodded with satisfaction. Then, she finally began to help Ilus put on the red dress, although a pile of fabric remained bunched around her ankles, unraised.
“Alright, Miss, you can hold the skirt yourself.”
Looking at the girl in the mirror who was now dressed, Eliana circled to stand in front of Ilus.
The dress was finally fitted properly. The vibrant red made the skin appear even whiter. Eliana took a step back, admiring her work.
“Oh, right, I almost forgot something.”
Thinking of something, she walked to the dressing table and picked up a small bottle of lipstick. Then, her palm cupped Ilus’s cheek, her finger gently stroking her lip.
Ilus was forced to tilt her face up. Her vision could not focus, and she could only feel Eliana’s breath close at hand. The demon’s thumb and index finger applied a bit of force, pinching her lips open. A fingertip unintentionally brushed the inside.
She wanted to close her mouth, but she found she could not even perform such a simple action. Eliana’s fingers seemed gentle, but they carried an irresistible controlling force, fixing her lips into a slightly parted shape ready for application.
‘What is she doing?’ Ilus wanted to cry but had no tears. Every inward probe from the other party made her feel as if her breath skipped a beat, and her lower abdomen tightened involuntarily.
She could clearly feel where Eliana’s gaze landed—not on her eyes, but on her lips, which were being repeatedly coated and gradually dyed a brilliant red.
That gaze was too aggressive, as if tasting a dessert about to be eaten.
“So beautiful…”
Eliana whispered, her voice containing unabashed admiration and possessiveness.
Once the application was finished, she did not retreat immediately. Instead, she used her fingertip to gently press the center of Ilus’s lower lip, blending the red more evenly.
The temperature of the fingertip merged with the temperature of the lips, and the pressure brought a slight indentation, as if testing their elasticity and softness.
Ilus felt waves of weakness, not just in her legs, but in her entire body.
A strange sense of shame from being thoroughly scrutinized and toyed with, mixed with a reaction forced from deep within her body that she could not comprehend at all, made her head spin.
The girl in the mirror had crimson cheeks and misty, unfocused eyes. Her lips were painted a dripping crimson and were slightly swollen, presenting a fragile brilliance as if they had been ruthlessly ravaged.
Eliana finally withdrew her hand, but she raised the fingertip stained with a bit of lipstick to her own lips. She let out a light laugh and smeared the lipstick from her finger onto her own lips.
“Alright. Next, my dear Master, is it not time for you to show me your charm~”