Chapter 6:What don’t you want? Clothes?

“You, what did you just say?!”

Phyllis thought she misheard.

Even bit her tongue in panic—numbing sting.

“You said, what Phyllis?!”

“Like Phyllis most.”

Aaliyah gazed blankly.

Yet answered straight.

Atmosphere eerily quiet.

Phyllis silently watched the obedient, hypnotized Aaliyah standing aside.

Silent long.

Anything she said—even offensive—was expected.

But this—baffled her.

Either true, or…

Eyes iced suddenly.

Grabbed dinner knife.

Red magic climbed.

Held to Aaliyah’s throat:

“Strip all clothes. Now.”

Either innocent princess—no excessive torment.

But if mocking…

Death path chosen.

But fierce cold lasted half-second.

Phyllis blinked.

Aaliyah nodded blankly.

Fair hands moved.

Slid nightgown down.

Revealed unhidden fair, jade-smooth girl skin…

“Stop! Stop now!”

Phyllis blurted.

“But, master said…”

Aaliyah tilted head.

Hands never paused.

“No… I said no, your ears…”

“No? No what?”

Aaliyah smiled.

“Clothes?”

“?!”

Panic grew.

Knife trembled.

Cheeks flushed.

But then—apartment door rang.

“Ding ding ding ding—”

Soon, girl’s call: “Princess? Princess?”

Phyllis knew them.

Starfall claimed equality.

But students eyed Aaliyah’s status.

Many family second daughters sent—to befriend princess, gain imperial favor.

Outside: self-organized “maid” misses.

Wouldn’t leave without seeing Aaliyah.

Damn! This timing…

Door noise persistent.

Phyllis decisive.

Whispered command in ear:

“Just dozed during meal—nothing big. You’re starving, keep eating fried rice.”

“Release.”

Suggestion done.

“Release” uttered.

Aaliyah swayed to seat.

“Plop” face-down on table.

Moments later, confused lift eye.

Soon scooped spoon.

Ate fried rice obliviously.

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Seeing normal, Phyllis fixed collar.

Relieved.

Headed door.

Opened crack.

Girl’s graceful figure entered view.

Ultra-short skirt barely past thighs.

Sheer black stockings.

Left gaps—imaginative.

Bold, seductive—like odd door service.

“Princess~ Me serving again. Miss me? Hehe… why you?”

Bell voice rang.

Stalled seeing her.

Another nouveau riche?

Disdain, complaint, scorn flashed.

Next instant smile back:

“Phyllis classmate… our princess in?”

Shift instant for normals.

But two-life keen sense—Phyllis read:

“Whose bumpkin dares share princess room? Know better—scram!”

But upbringing suppressed anger.

Smile unchanged.

“Well… princess studied late last night. Probably not up.”

“Then may I prep lunch?”

Slightly aside, showed small bag: “Father sent fresh—new season Sun Orchid.”

“Sorry, I handled princess lunch.”

“Phyllis knows—princess frail since young. Can’t eat random.”

Subtext: bumpkin, mirror yourself—fit serve princess?!

Phyllis knew.

But Aaliyah unstable—can’t let in ruin.

Trouble.

Eyes narrowed.

Scrutinized girl.

Unpleasant.

Maybe… knock out dispose? Cultists active lately…

Silence.

Girl grew arrogant.

Brow pick, about speak.

Smile froze—saw something.

“Phi sauce?”

Familiar voice.

Phyllis reflex turn.

Aaliyah yawning over.

Strap slid again.

Fair shoulder—few ambiguous red marks unknown when.

Ignored gaping maid.

Swayed straight.

Buried fully in Phyllis embrace.

Fluffy head plunged fragrant neck.

“Sniff sniff~”

Silver-pink breaths mingled.

Odd murmurs.

Stunned door inside outside duo.

“Phi sauce… fragrant, hungry, food~”

Fragrant, hungry, food???

Clear Aaliyah murmur.

Maid dizzy.

Worldview shaken.

This guy and princess… what relation?!

Years ago noble circles—many handsome young masters sent letters gifts.

All ignored.

Even rumor: princess likes girls.

Think: if true—many things fit.

Unknown savage trash nouveau riche—shared room days.

Little clothes.

Princess just now…

“Princess…”

Murmured.

Lifted scant skirt.

Bowed solemn to Aaliyah.

“Mm?”

Slight eye lift.

Scrutinized girl.

Brow pick: “Miss, you are?”

“Uh… this, actually…”

Panicked.

Can’t say: heard princess likes girls, dressed shameless to cozy up?!

“If nothing, leave.”

Actually… princess, Professor Rhode seems seeking you. Came notify… yes.”

Glanced stuck duo.

Then: “Since you two… uh, busy—no disturb. Wish princess good day!”

Words fell.

Turned fled.

Like escaping terror.

Soon vanished corridor end.

No trace.