Chapter 157: Wobbling Against the Chair, but the Young Lady is Right in Front of Me (3)
Her silver hair swayed as she lowered her head, her trembling strands framing her face. She struggled internally, but all that remained was the futility of her position. She couldn't even close her eyes, afraid of what might happen if she lost sight of Lilith.
Through the veil of hair, she could still see her young mistress's flawless, slumbering face—cheeks flushed pink, her eyelids peacefully shut.
Tia bit her lip hard, her body trembling as she leaned forward slightly over the chair. Her tall, slender figure stretched as her arms braced against the furniture. Her long legs, clad in white stockings, appeared even more graceful in her current posture.
She stayed in this position, eyes flicking back to Lilith to ensure she didn't wake up.
'Rip—'
The sharp sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room. Tia froze, heart pounding in terror that it might wake the sleeping Lilith.
But Lilith remained blissfully unaware, her steady breathing undisturbed.
Tia's gradually hazy eyes were filled with helplessness and the guilt of betrayal.
Her young lady was right there, so close that if she opened her eyes, she would see this shameless display of hers.
She could even seemingly hear Lilith's breathing.
Though, in reality, that was impossible.
At this moment, other sounds drowned out the faint breathing.
It was just her nerves playing tricks on her because she was far too tense.
Pushed to the extreme by this tension-induced illusion, her icy demeanor finally cracked.
All she could do was silently pray and repent in her heart—pray that her young lady wouldn't wake up at this moment and repent for doing something so utterly shameless right in front of her.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly, as though a century had passed.
She thought she would become numb, but reality proved otherwise.
Perhaps because of her extreme nervousness, her senses heightened, becoming painfully sharp.
Her silvery hair swayed gently, nearly brushing against Lilith's face.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of her chest.
Though her senses were acutely clear, her mind was a chaotic blur.
By the time she collapsed to the ground, she still hadn't fully recovered.
It wasn't until much later that her shoulders slumped, her hands covering her face as her body trembled slightly.
Guilt consumed her.
She had betrayed her young lady, doing something so shameful...
And worse, a sense of deep-seated guilt, as though she had utterly betrayed Lilith, clung to her like a shadow.
"Miss, I'm sorry."
Tia clutched one of Lilith's hands, sincerely repenting for her actions.
She had betrayed her young lady.
Even though her heart still belonged to her.
"I didn't want it to come to this."
She had been prepared to resist to the bitter end. If he had dared to take things too far, she would... run.
But he had schemed—making Lilith drunk, intending to take advantage of her.
Tia's loyalty to her young lady was unshakable. How could she stand by and let him succeed?
To protect Lilith from that scoundrel, she had no choice but to step up and shield her.
"The one I love has always been you, my lady. My heart has never wavered."
Tia raised her head, gazing deeply at Lilith.
Her devotion, from body to soul, was sincere and unwavering.
Only Lilith deserved her loyalty and love.
Lilith, with her eyes still shut tight from intoxication, remained deeply asleep, oblivious to the world around her.
Tia's guilt gnawed at her, an urgent need to do something to alleviate the weight of her remorse.
Staring at Lilith's delicate features, her slightly flushed cheeks, and her rosy lips, Tia gripped her hand a little tighter.
Since she had committed this betrayal, she needed to atone for it.
Tia's gaze softened as she looked at Lilith, and her hands slowly loosened their grip.
Her slender, pale fingers brushed against her own neck, her half-closed eyes filled with nothing but Lilith.
She wanted to prove her loyalty right here, before her young lady.
Her clothing gradually loosened.
The cool air kissed her exposed skin, causing tiny goosebumps to rise.
The moment her fingers trailed across her skin, shivers coursed through her.
Tia's gaze moved from Lilith's face downward, finally landing on her long, beautiful legs.
At this moment, Lilith lay sprawled across the table, her slender, shapely legs crossed elegantly.
Tia nestled close to Lilith's legs but didn't dare lean her full weight against her.
She simply stayed there quietly, finding solace in being so near her young lady.
That familiar, warm scent brought a sense of comfort.
It was the fragrance that had accompanied her through countless days and nights.
A nostalgic look crossed Tia's face.
When the stockings imbued with Lilith's scent fell into her hands, Tia's face flushed even deeper.
Her eyes sparkled with a hazy, wet sheen as she lost herself in that intoxicating aroma.
She lifted her gaze slightly, looking at Lilith's face with a voice trembling with emotion.
"My lady, my loyalty has always been to you, even if your eyes..."
Would never see me.
Even so, she remained pure, from her body to her soul, belonging only to Lilith.
The soft, silky stockings pressed against her skin, their texture and familiar scent a source of solace.
The one she loved most was right in front of her.
Everything felt so beautiful, such a thrilling moment.
It was a scene she didn't even dare to dream of.
Simply being by her young lady's side was already the greatest blessing of her life.
To treasure something imbued with her young lady's essence was the ultimate satisfaction.
But now, she could look upon Lilith's face while offering her loyalty.
Tia's expression grew more intoxicated.
Her teeth bit into her lips as her emotions soared.
But suddenly, her movements froze.
Her eyes opened wide, now clear, filled with nothing but regret and disappointment.
How could this be...
Then her entire demeanor grew sullen.
The stockings were tossed aside, dirtied in the process.
But Tia didn't even spare them a glance. Instead, she covered her face with her hands, taking several deep breaths.
This wasn't the feeling she was looking for.
Before, she would have been so happy, truly basking in the joy and feeling like the entire world was in her grasp.
But now, she felt nothing.
Tia had always believed her loyalty belonged solely to Lilith.
But a recent discovery had deeply unsettled her.
Even when holding stockings worn by Lilith, she couldn't muster the same passion!
Even as she faced Lilith now, her heart remained disturbingly calm.
It was as though everything had become dull and uninteresting.
The feelings he evoked were far stronger in comparison.
The thought flashed through her mind, startling Tia.
Why would I think something like that?
Clearly, only Lilith was her true love.
That man was nothing more than a mistake—a momentary weakness where she was forced to submit because he had the upper hand.
But thinking back carefully, it was true.
The emotions stirred by Lilith's stockings paled in comparison to his...
But why?
Tia lowered her head, staring at the stockings that belonged to Lilith in her hands.
Her fingers clenched tighter and tighter, as confusion and doubt consumed her, like a child lost and unable to find her way home.
What's happening to me?!