usenovelonline Chapter 94 : Becoming a Human Body Pillow
Chapter 94 : Becoming a Human Body Pillow
Chapter 94: Becoming a Human Body Pillow
Lilia looked up and saw that Hera was already half-lying on the bed.
She had changed into a black nightgown of the same style, her jet-black long hair casually spread across the pillow, revealing only a perfectly contoured side profile and a slender, fair stretch of neck.
She held a thick hardcover book in her hand. The light from the crystal lamp poured down, coating her body in a soft halo.
The scene was so beautiful it looked like a painting.
Lilia, once again, stared blankly in a rather unpresentable daze.
Hera seemed to be growing a little impatient from waiting and repeated herself.
“Come here.”
Lilia’s body reacted faster than her mind.
She stepped forward, one step at a time, moving like a puppet on strings as she slowly approached the bedside.
Then she just stood there stiffly, at a loss, not knowing what to do next.
Get on the bed?
But how?
Should she crawl up on her knees, or…
Hera raised her eyes, her golden gaze quietly fixed on Lilia.
Just as Lilia thought she was about to be scolded again for dawdling, Hera suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Lilia didn’t even have time to react. She only felt an irresistible force pulling her off balance. With a startled cry, she fell toward the soft bed.
“Thump.”
Her whole body sank into the plush velvet bedding, her nose instantly surrounded by a cool fragrance—a blend of cedar and flowers.
It was Hera’s scent.
Before she could struggle to get up, a warm body pressed against her from behind.
Hera hugged her from behind.
One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly in place.
The other hand slipped through her hair, gently resting on her neck.
Lilia froze completely.
Her back was pressed tightly against Hera’s soft yet elastic chest.
She could even clearly feel the steady and powerful heartbeat coming from behind her.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
It felt as though it was striking directly against her own heart.
The whole world seemed to fall silent.
All the exhaustion, fear, and tension of the entire night seemed to be dispelled by this warm embrace at this moment.
After the initial stiffness, Lilia’s body gradually relaxed uncontrollably.
Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
So sleepy…
She just wanted to fall asleep like this…
Just before her consciousness was about to sink into darkness, a low, slightly lazy voice sounded softly beside her ear.
“If you move again…”
Hera paused, tightening the arm around her waist slightly.
“I’ll tie you up.”
Lilia didn’t dare move at all.
Not even a single finger.
The warm, soft body behind her felt like a fragrant volcano that could erupt at any moment, burning her to nothing.
She kept her body rigid, even her breathing extremely light.
How the hell was anyone supposed to sleep like this?
Sleeping in the Queen’s bed—was it extending her life or ending it?
Time passed second by second.
Lilia didn’t even know whether she had fallen asleep.
Perhaps she had, or perhaps her mind and body were simply so exhausted that her consciousness slipped into a hazy state between sleep and wakefulness.
When she regained clear awareness again, the light filtering through the window was no longer pure darkness, but tinged with a dim, deep blue.
Dawn was approaching.
Lilia’s eyes were still a little unfocused, as if her soul hadn’t fully returned yet.
She blinked, and her vision gradually became clear.
Then she felt the warmth behind her, and the arm wrapped around her waist.
Her memory snapped back instantly.
Lilia: “……”
She was still alive.
Lilia carefully shifted her gaze.
Hera seemed… still asleep.
The breathing behind her was steady and long, carrying a rhythm that put one at ease.
An extremely bold thought uncontrollably surfaced in Lilia’s mind.
She wanted to turn around and look.
Once that thought appeared, it grew like wild grass, impossible to suppress.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Lilia repeated it a hundred times in her heart.
But her body responded honestly.
Her neck moved like a rusted machine, inch by inch, extremely slowly, turning backward.
One centimeter.
Two centimeters.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest like a drum.
Finally, she saw it.
Hera was sleeping right beside her. That breathtakingly beautiful face, usually covered in frost, now appeared unusually gentle under the faint light of dawn.
Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes.
Her lips, usually pressed into a cold, straight line, were slightly relaxed, revealing a hint of pearly teeth.
Without that suffocating pressure and queenly majesty, she looked… like an ordinary woman who was simply excessively beautiful.
Lilia had to admit that her black-hearted boss’s appearance was truly top-tier—perfect from every angle.
Even the top celebrities she had seen in her previous life would pale in comparison to this face.
Lilia felt a surge of complicated emotions.
Although over the past two days, many rebellious thoughts had flashed through her mind, and she had said quite a few outrageous things, she had never been able to clearly define the relationship between herself and Hera.
Was it simply boss and employee?
Master and pet?
Or…
She didn’t dare think any further.
What right did a humble corporate slave have to speculate about a capitalist’s thoughts?
Staying alive was the most important thing.
Her survival instinct once again took over.
Lilia decided she had to escape from this “gentle trap” before Hera woke up.
A qualified personal maid should have everything prepared before her master awakened, not lie in bed with her until dawn.
This was a matter of professional ethics!
Lilia took a deep breath and began her “prison break” plan, worthy of a spy movie.
First, the arm wrapped around her waist.
She extended her hand, using two fingers to carefully pinch Hera’s fingers, attempting to pry them off one by one.
The entire process was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
Lilia’s attention was fully focused, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Finally, just as Lilia felt she was about to suffocate, she successfully lifted that arm by a tiny gap.
There’s a chance!
Delighted, she moved even more gently, preparing to slide her body out from beneath the arm.
She wriggled forward like a clumsy caterpillar, inch by inch.
She was out!
Half her body was already free!
Victory was right in front of her!