diskusbooks Chapter 113 Sylvia, I'm really going to start punishing you!
Chapter 113 Sylvia, I'm really going to start punishing you!
In the early morning, the aroma of freshly baked buns mingled with the sweetness of tofu pudding wafted through the air at the restaurant.
Several early-rising elves were already seated around a few wooden tables, chatting quietly.
Sylvia stood behind the counter, mechanically wiping a gleaming crystal glass, a few strands of her silver-white twin ponytails sticking up in a slightly messy manner.
Her eyes, which were always brimming with lively laughter, were now somewhat unfocused, and the tips of her ears were slightly red, clearly indicating that she was absent-minded.
The bell on the door rang.
Sylvia subconsciously looked up, her face instinctively trying to put on a professional smile—the words "Welcome" were already on her lips.
Then she saw Lynn push the door open and come in.
Her smile froze instantly.
In a flash, Sylvia's face turned bright red at a visible speed, and even her neck was not spared.
As if burned, she shrank back abruptly, covering her head and hiding behind the tall counter, leaving only a wisp of her silver hair sticking out.
Lynn took in the whole scene, finding it amusing, but remained outwardly composed.
He strolled slowly to the counter and tapped his fingers lightly on the surface.
"Sylvia?"
"What's going on? Why aren't you greeting Master? Are you playing hide-and-seek?"
He deliberately dragged out the sound.
A gasp of surprise came from behind the counter.
A few seconds later, Sylvia slowly and deliberately peeked half her head out from the edge of the counter.
Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes darted around, and she didn't dare to meet Lynn's gaze at all. Her voice was incredibly timid.
"Master... Good morning... Would you like something to eat?"
His guilty and timid demeanor was a far cry from his usual generosity and enthusiasm.
She's completely different from the Sylvia who dared to drug and murder the Prophet the night before last.
"Ahem." Lynn cleared her throat and deliberately put on a stern face.
The cough startled Sylvia, causing her to shrink back like a frightened rabbit, almost retreating behind the counter.
Seeing her like this, Lynn's mischievous thoughts grew stronger.
His expression was extremely serious, and his tone carried a hint of displeasure: "What do you want to eat? You decide for yourself."
This ambiguous answer, coupled with her serious expression, made Sylvia even more flustered.
She twisted her fingers, bit her lower lip, and her emerald green eyes shimmered with tears. After hesitating for a long while, she seemed to have made up her mind and whispered a plea to Lynn:
"Um... Master... could you... could you come to the kitchen with me?"
"Um?"
"What? Can't we say this here?"
Lynn raised an eyebrow, deliberately putting on a serious yet puzzled expression.
"Master... come here for a moment, just for a moment..." Sylvia blinked her big, watery eyes, her gaze full of pleading, and with that tearful expression, anyone who saw her would feel a pang of sympathy.
Seeing how pitiful she looked, Lynn stopped teasing her.
Ok.
temporary.
Lynn nodded. "Lead the way."
Sylvia quickly crawled out from behind the counter, head down, and hurried toward the kitchen.
Lynn followed behind at a leisurely pace.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, Sylvia slammed the door shut and locked it with a click.
Lynn crossed his arms and looked at her, wondering what other tricks she could pull.
Sylvia turned around to face Lynn, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Without any hesitation, she knelt down with a "plop".
Sylvia clung to Lynn's trouser leg with both hands, tilting her delicate, exquisitely beautiful face up, her voice trembling with tears:
"Master! There were so many people outside just now, I was so sorry, but now... now I'm really begging you!"
"Please, please don't report what happened the night before last to the elders! And please, please don't tell Vera! I beg you!"
As she said this, Sylvia's eyes were red-rimmed, tears streaming down her face, and she looked utterly desolate and heartbroken. It was the time of year when the weather was still chilly and it was hardest for her to find peace.
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To be honest, I felt sorry for Lynn.
But in order to teach this guy a lesson, Lynn chose to remain silent.
Silence is the restaurant this morning.
Seeing that Lynn didn't react and his face remained serious, Sylvia became even more flustered.
Her mind raced: Oh no, Master is really angry this time!
He must think I'm shameless and a traitor to my master!
The night before last... although it was Miss Leah in the end... but what I did before that...
They even used it for hand-foot-mouth disease.
Anyway, except for the last step, it seems like I've done everything...
In the traditional view of elves, this is not much different from someone who is already their master.
Thinking of this, Sylvia felt a lump in her throat and sobbed as she loosened her grip on Lynn's trouser leg.
Sylvia seemed to have completely given up the struggle.
She sat down weakly on the ground, supporting herself with one hand and raising the other, gently touching the tip of her delicate nose with two slender, white fingers, trying to stop crying, but the tears wouldn't obey her and rolled down one after another.
She tilted her head slightly, her silver hair falling down her cheeks, her eyelashes wet with tears, and she exuded a broken and pitiful aura. At first glance, she really did have the demeanor of a sickly beauty from a storybook.
"Master..."
Her voice was heavy with nasal congestion and mournful.
"As long as you don't tell Vera, and don't report it to the Elders... you... you can do whatever you want with me, you can punish Sylvia however you want..."
Sylvia closed her eyes, looking as if she were offering her neck for execution and awaiting any fate.
Upon hearing this, Lynn knew that the time was almost right.
His deliberately tense and serious expression did not relax at all; in fact, it made him appear even more solemn and dignified.
He leaned slightly forward, his voice low and clear, each word striking Sylvia's heart:
"Oh? Since you've put it that way..."
"Then, Sylvia—"
He paused, and seeing Sylvia's tense expression, slowly uttered the second half of the sentence:
"I'm really going to start punishing you now."
"ah?!"
Sylvia suddenly opened her eyes, her pale golden eyes filled with panic and a hint of confusion.
Is punishment really necessary?!
What kind of punishment will they give?!
In an instant, countless terrifying scenarios she had gleaned from various unreliable novels rushed into her chaotic mind:
Is it like in those dark tales, where one is locked in a dark, damp basement of a castle, never seeing the light of day, becoming the master's personal plaything, only able to wait each day for the unknown arrival of favor or punishment...?
Or... something even more shameful!
While Vera ate at the restaurant as usual, he had to hide under the counter and secretly…serve his master?! He also had to be careful not to make a sound and get discovered by Vera…
Oh my god! Just imagining that scene made Sylvia feel her cheeks burning hot and her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest!
That's...that's terrifying!
Not only physically... but also psychologically, it was an immense torment and shame!
If that's the case.
Will I turn into one of those bad elves...?
Looking at Lynn's expressionless face, she thought about it more and more and it seemed very possible.
Sylvia's face turned pale, and her eyes were filled with terror.
They looked very weak and helpless.
But gradually...
Sylvia has figured it out.
This is probably her fate, to become her master's private plaything or something.
Since they're all his people, he can use them as he pleases.
Thinking of this, Sylvia sniffed and ultimately didn't beg for anything more.
As a Sigma man.
Ignoring Sylvia's pitiful, broken heroine look from a melodramatic romance novel, Lynn added, "You might be a little tired tomorrow, so remember to wear something that won't get dirty."
"what?"
"Is it dirty and tiring?" Sylvia rubbed her nose, tears still dripping down her face.
"Yes!" Lynn replied.
It's dirty and tiring, so my ultimate fate is to live in a dark and sunless basement.
Sylvia opened her mouth, as if to say something.
However, she eventually accepted her fate, collapsing to the ground with a resigned expression: "Fine!"