The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies Chapter 238

It was Adele’s first ti experiencing what it was like to be the mistress of a noble house, a mixture of excitent and nervousness. She was afraid of doing sothing wrong and embarrassing herself. However, she soon realized that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of discomfort, so she gave up on pretending. She was, after all, a product of the modern era, where equality was (at least superficially) the norm. The blatant display of servitude felt strange and unsettling. Even when a maid served her tea, Adele instinctively thanked her, causing the vampire maid to raise a surprised eyebrow and offer a confused smile, as if to say, “You honor too much, mistress.” Adele, in turn, felt embarrassed. Perhaps, in the maid’s eyes, she was a strange vampire girl, thanking the servants for doing their job. After all, as the mistress of the house, simply not mistreating them was considered kindness enough.

This wasn’t to say Hermione mistreated her servants. On the contrary, Hermione was the best mistress they had ever served. The reason? She was low-maintenance. With her cold personality, she rarely interacted with the staff and didn’t demand ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ their constant attention like so… eccentric masters. The maids simply had to perform their daily duties—cleaning, gardening, and so forth—and were rarely bothered. It was an unbelievably easy job.

Today, however, was different. A nervous anticipation filled the air. Hermione, breaking from her usual routine, had gathered the staff and instructed them to treat the girl who would be arriving, Adele, with the sa respect and deference they showed Hermione herself. The maids, while outwardly obedient, couldn’t help but whisper amongst themselves, worried about this new mistress. Would she be difficult to please? Worse, would she be… eccentric? They feared for their safety, their livelihoods depending on the whims of their mistress. But upon eting Adele, their fears were quickly dispelled. She was kind, respectful, and even more polite than Hermione. So of the bolder maids even winked at Adele, a gesture of friendly familiarity that made Adele freeze, and Hermione, a touch of possessiveness flaring within her.

“What are you looking at, Adele?” Hermione asked, well aware of the allure a maid uniform held for Adele, an allure that perhaps even surpassed Hermione herself…

“N-nothing,” Adele replied quickly, taking a sip of her drink and pretending nothing had happened.

Hermione sighed, a familiar pang of jealousy twisting in her gut. Adele, this little minx, always had her eyes on others, even when she had Hermione right beside her.

But this ti, Hermione was being unfair. The vampire maids were indeed beautiful, their figures and appearances impeccable, but they were uncut gems compared to Hermione, a flawless diamond.

Seeing the slight frown on Hermione’s face, Adele moved closer, wrapping her arms around Hermione’s slender waist and nuzzling her cheek against Hermione’s shoulder.

“Okay, okay, I do like maids…”

“Hmm!?” Was this supposed to be comforting? Hermione’s heart shattered.

But before she could fully succumb to despair, Adele continued,

“…But the maid I like is my Hermione, dressed as a maid~”

Hermione wasn’t dense. She instantly understood that Adele was teasing her, that Adele’s affections were solely for her, the “maid” outfit just a symbol. If that symbol appeared on soone else, Adele wouldn’t react. But on Hermione… it was a different story entirely.

“You’re… just teasing . Making dress up like a maid to please you…” Adele, the bad girl, lived up to her reputation.

“Is that a problem?” Adele asked, feigning a pout.

Hermione, too shy to continue the banter, suddenly thought of sothing and playfully pushed Adele away.

Then, without a word, she left Adele alone in the living room.

Adele thought she had gone too far with her teasing, that Hermione might not have found it funny.

The girl slumped onto the sofa, feeling dejected.

Ugh, making my girlfriend angry on the first day at her house, I’m such a loser. Tears welled up in Adele’s eyes.

Just as she started thinking about how to make ands…

A graceful figure in a maid uniform appeared before her.

Adele didn’t even bother to look up, but she wasn’t entirely cold, just indifferent.

“Sorry, I don’t need any service right now.”

“Or rather, don’t co near anymore, Miss Maid.”

Her dismissive tone made the maid hesitate.

“…”

But instead of leaving, she asked,

“Are you sure you don’t need my service, Ma… Master?”

It was clear that the maid struggled to utter the word “Master.”

But she still did it, and it was obvious who it was for.

Adele froze.

But she didn’t react imdiately, she was thinking, this maid’s voice… why did it sound like Hermione’s!?

There couldn’t be such a coincidence, right?

A maid in Hermione’s house happened to have a voice similar to, or even identical to, Hermione’s?

And if it wasn’t a coincidence, wouldn’t it an that the maid in front of her was actually…！

Adele abruptly looked up, and the sight before her made her heart pound.

Hermione, having shed her usual elegant attire, was wearing a blue and white maid uniform! It fit her well, though the bust area seed a little tight, and the white silk stockings were a bit constricting.

But more than the outfit, it was Hermione’s rare, shy expression that captivated Adele, filling her with satisfaction.

Two spots of crimson appeared on Hermione’s fair cheeks, her eyes darting around, sparkling like stars.

“So… how is it?”

“Are you satisfied now?”

Her pouting tone made Adele’s heart race.

A tsundere, blushing older sister in a maid uniform, Gasp, gasp!

“Satisfied… I’m very satisfied!”

Adele was almost speechless.

“My dear maid!”

“Why ‘big’ maid?… Ugh, are you being lewd again, Adele, really…”

Well, Hermione couldn’t handle Adele, or rather, she was too indulgent of her.

Because this was Hermione’s way of expressing her deep love for Adele.

Adele jumped up from the sofa and threw herself into Hermione’s arms, her face buried in Hermione’s breasts.

Although Hermione was shy, she didn’t stop Adele’s actions, letting her rub against her like a cat.

After all, her current identity was Adele’s personal maid.

And as a maid, she naturally couldn’t disobey her master’s wishes.

The other maids didn’t dare to approach, interrupting the two young ladies who were playing their little ga.

So in the eyes of the other maids, Hermione and Adele were playing so kind of erotic ga…

Well, it could be considered that.

After nuzzling for a while, Adele finally rembered to answer Hermione’s question.

“A maid’s service!?”

“Of course I want it!”

“Hermione, my lovely Hermione, how are you going to serve your master~?”

Adele looked up, her expression slightly hazy, her gaze seductive as she scanned Hermione’s face.

At the sa ti, she extended a finger and playfully lifted Hermione’s smooth chin.

The girl’s face was flawless, her skin cool to the touch, a strange but undeniable sensation.

Hermione, thin-skinned, didn’t know what to say for a mont.

And she felt that even though she was the one who initiated the role-playing…

Why was Adele so skilled at it!?

She got into character too quickly.

It made Hermione have to adjust her mood and pace to keep up.

After a while, Hermione finally whispered,

“It’s almost… dinner ti, shall I feed you, Master?”

“Hmph, is that all?”

“One step at a ti…”

Hermione’s tone sounded a bit like she was acting coquettishly.

Yes, she really was acting coquettishly, just realizing this made Adele’s heart almost overflow with satisfaction.

And Hermione’s words “one step at a ti” also ant that she wouldn’t shy away, she would see this master-servant ga through to the end.

Naturally, this also included the final step…

Bedti service~

Adele wrapped her arms around Hermione’s neck and looked at her affectionately.

The lipstick on the girl’s lips was incredibly seductive, making Hermione’s throat feel dry.

But she also saw authority in Adele’s eyes.

Although that authority seed gentle, it also ant that Adele had entered her role as the master, and Hermione, the maid.

In this state, the aning in Adele’s eyes was very clear.

A maid couldn’t kiss her master~

But the master could kiss her maid.

So Adele stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed Hermione’s lips.

Their soft lips t, their fragrances mingling.

It wasn’t necessarily a deep, almost suffocating kiss that proved the intensity and sincerity of their love.

A light kiss could also do the trick.

After all, love was a matter between two people, it was related to external things and actions, but it wasn’t just about those things.

What was more important was their feelings for each other, whether they could reach each other’s hearts.

After the kiss ended, Hermione’s eyes were filled with a hazy happiness.

“Did you taste it?” Adele suddenly asked.

Hermione was stunned for a mont.

But soon, she reacted, her cheeks slightly flushed.

“…I did, thank you, Master.”

Clearly, Adele’s sudden kiss wasn’t just a whim.

It was more because she noticed Hermione’s desire for her lips, her desire to taste the alluring lipstick.

A gentle master would naturally satisfy her greedy maid.

“Mmm~”

“I’m a little tired, I don’t want to walk to the dining room.”

“Then should I have soone bring dinner here?” Hermione asked with concern.

Adele pouted, her expression incredibly cute, making Hermione wonder if she had said sothing wrong.

Then, she suddenly realized.

The next mont, Hermione mustered her courage, reached out, and, holding Adele’s knees, lifted the girl up in a princess carry.

“Ah~”

Adele’s cry was soft, her body even lighter, making Hermione reluctant to let go.

Hermione carried Adele to the dining room like this.

And judging from Adele’s smile, she had made the right bet.

The food at Hermione’s house was always good, and Adele, being fed by Hermione, quickly filled her stomach.

Then ca their promised date. At this point, their master-servant ga should have ended.

But to Adele’s surprise, Hermione insisted on wearing the maid uniform for their date.

Because if this was the outfit Adele liked, then no matter how embarrassed she felt, she hoped that in Adele’s eyes, she would always be at her best.

Touched by Hermione’s feelings, Adele couldn’t help but mutter, “Silly girl.”

She still made Hermione change into her usual clothes and regain her elegant deanor.

Because if you loved soone, you wouldn’t want them to be humble.

Especially in public, in front of others, Adele always hoped that the Hermione she loved would shine brightly, like a true queen.

No, she was a true queen.

This was what love was.

Not like so couples nowadays, who would give their partners obedience tests, making them lose face in public, or disrespecting them, making them look bad.

True love would never make the other person feel inferior while you were high and mighty.

But role-playing was an exception, after all, Adele was a very “playful” girl.

Hermione felt the respect, and her heart felt even sweeter.

They left the villa and went to see the winter night view. At so point, snowflakes started falling.

Hermione looked up at the gray sky with her icy blue eyes.

Because Adele wasn’t wearing much…

Hermione started to consider whether she should use magic to stop the snow.

If it was just a small area… she should be able to do it.

But Adele seed to be excited about the light snow, jumping and skipping beside Hermione, kicking up snowflakes.

So Hermione gave up on that idea and just watched Adele affectionately.

Before they knew it, snowflakes had covered their hair.

This made Hermione wonder, was this what it was like to grow old with Adele?

She didn’t know, but compared to just walking down this short street…

What she really wanted to walk was a longer road, even a lifelong one.

Unconsciously, Hermione took Adele’s hand.

Adele, who had been boisterous, suddenly felt the warmth in her palm.

The girl suddenly beca quiet.

Then she clenched Hermione’s hand tightly.

And didn’t let go for a long, long ti.