Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 308 – The Service Mindset of Sakura Island Women

The clouds in the night sky were thick, pressing down heavily over the entire Sakura Island ruins.

Long Yan was indeed a clever man.

That fellow’s talent for navigating human affairs far surpassed his skill in cultivation.

He hadn’t arranged for Lin Fan to stay in those hastily erected tents.

Instead, he’d specially cleared out a seaside villa near the camp that had originally belonged to the resort.

Though the villa’s exterior walls looked a bit worn, the inside had been cleaned until it sparkled—the floor was so polished it could reflect a person’s image.

The Crystal technology of the Dragon Spirit Continent also lent the indoor lighting a soft, warm glow.

Lin Fan had sent Long Yan away, telling him not to bother her.

She was now lounging on a sofa draped with a white woolen blanket.

At her feet, the young woman named Yui knelt respectfully on the floor.

“Milady, is the temperature to your liking?”

Yui’s voice was barely a whisper, as if afraid to disturb something.

She cradled Lin Fan’s delicate foot—clad in black silk stockings—in both hands, her movements gentle, as though handling a rare treasure.

The young woman didn’t remove the stockings directly.

Instead, she used a warm towel, working through the thin layer of fabric, to wipe down Lin Fan’s calf bit by bit.

The pressure was perfectly controlled—enough to ease muscle fatigue without feeling rough.

Lin Fan looked down at the woman at her feet.

She had to admit—some things were truly ingrained in one’s very bones.

A cup of Energy Potion down, combined with the upbringing Sakura Island women received from childhood, had brought this woman to lower herself to the absolute minimum.

She wore a pink furisode kimono, its wide sleeves spread across the floor like blooming flowers.

Because of her kneeling posture, the fitted obi was pulled even tighter, tracing a striking curve.

The patch of snow-white skin at the nape of her neck gleamed under the light.

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“Not bad.”

Lin Fan replied flatly.

Hearing the affirmation, Yui’s tense body relaxed slightly.

She carefully reached toward Lin Fan’s knee, her fingertips trembling slightly as she unfastened the metal clasps of the stockings.

Click.

A soft sound.

Then came the rustle of silk sliding against skin.

Yui’s movements were slow and highly practiced.

She didn’t let the stockings wrinkle as she removed them, and when they reached the ankle, she deliberately cupped Lin Fan’s heel with her palm to keep it from touching the floor.

Throughout the entire process, there was no unnecessary chatter, no suggestive gestures.

Only service, pure and absolute.

Bringing Yui along had clearly been the right call.

In comparison, Su Xiaoxiao back in Azurewood City had been obedient enough, but that girl’s attitude was more like idol worship, and she was always clumsy in her actions.

As for the roughnecks like Zhou Ming and Long Yan—there was no need to even mention them.

Ask them to kill someone, and they’d deliver. Ask them to make a bed or fold clothes, and it would be an absolute disaster.

“Did you learn all this at your original settlement?” Lin Fan asked casually.

Yui’s movements paused for a moment, then she lowered her head even further, her forehead nearly touching the floor.

“To answer milady… no.”

Her voice was a bit dry.

“Before Sakura Island fell, I was protected by my brother in the logistics unit, responsible for washing clothes and looking after the children.”

“These… are from the tea ceremony and etiquette classes I took at home in the past. Some of it I learned recently in the camp, from the other sisters.”

Learning on the spot?

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This learning ability is somewhat absurd.

Or rather, this almost pathological sense of servitude—was it an instinct this race had evolved to survive under the high-pressure environment of the post-apocalypse?

The strong are revered.

Since resistance was impossible, one might as well take obedience to the extreme, becoming so indispensable that no one could replace you.

That, too, counted as a kind of survival wisdom.

“Alright, stop kneeling.”

Lin Fan withdrew her foot and stepped barefoot onto the wool carpet. The delicate texture improved her mood considerably.

“Go run the water. I want a bath.”

The bathroom was spacious.

The original electric water heater had long been dismantled due to the power outage.

In its place stood a waist-high black iron cylinder, its surface densely engraved with dark red runes.

This was a common civilian-grade Crystal heater from the Dragon Spirit Continent.

That Long Yan fellow certainly knew what women needed.

“L-Lady…”

Yui knelt beside the bathtub, clutching a towel in her hand, her gaze fixed blankly on the black iron cylinder.

She was, after all, a graduate of a prestigious university. Her knowledge of physics told her that heating an entire tub of water to scalding required an enormous amount of energy.

Yet this iron contraption before her had no plug and no gas pipe—how on earth did it work?

“What are you staring at?”

Lin Fan leaned against the bathroom door, idly toying with a red Crystal the size of a fingernail.

“Is this thing… broken?” Yui asked cautiously. “It has no power source…”

“Power source?”

Lin Fan let out a scoff and walked over to the black iron cylinder.

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Then, with a flick of her finger—

Ting.

A first-tier fire Crystal dropped precisely into the groove at the top of the cylinder.

Hum—

A low hum resonated.

The previously dim red runes seemed to be infused with life, lighting up in an instant.

A startling wave of heat radiated from the cylinder, yet it was cleverly contained within a certain range by the Runic Array.

Splash…

From the outlet connected to the bottom of the cylinder, scalding hot water gushed forth instantly.

Steam billowed upward—even from two meters away, the heat was palpable.

Yui’s lips parted slightly, utterly stunned by the sight before her.

No preheating. No waiting.

The efficiency of this energy conversion was terrifyingly high.

“This single first-tier Crystal is enough to heat your baths for a month,” Lin Fan explained casually. “A Crystal heater from the Dragon Spirit Continent.”

“Dragon Spirit… Continent…”

Yui murmured the words under her breath, the reverence in her eyes bordering on fanatical.

“Enough, stop spacing out.” Lin Fan spread her arms, chin lifted slightly, her golden Vertical pupils carrying a hint of languor. “Help me change.”

“Yes!”

Yui snapped to attention, scrambling up from the floor and hurrying over to Lin Fan.

Steam filled the bathroom.

The gothic-style gown Lin Fan wore was beautiful, but it was indeed troublesome to put on and take off.

Yui’s fingers trembled slightly.

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Not from fear, but from excitement.

This was the first time she had been this close to this “goddess.”

The scent emanating from Lin Fan was pleasant—not perfume, but a crisp, cold fragrance like mountain snow.

“Slow down. Don’t break the straps.”

Sensing the girl behind her breathing becoming rapid, Lin Fan offered a calm reminder.

“Yes… Yui understands…”

Startled, Yui quickly softened her movements.

Her fingertips wove nimbly through the black ribbons, effortlessly undoing one intricate knot after another.

As the bindings were released, the dark fabric slid down over smooth skin.

First, the rounded shoulders.

Then, the perfectly contoured back.

And then, the slender waist that seemed as though it might snap with the slightest pressure.

Yui clearly heard the sound of her own throat swallowing.

As a fellow woman, she found herself overcome by a feeling of “inadequacy.”

So beautiful.

Beautiful enough to make one want to kneel and kiss the arch of her foot.

A few minutes later.

The pile of elaborate garments, including the black lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings, were neatly folded and placed on the rack nearby.

At this moment, Lin Fan stood bare on the bathroom tiles.

She turned her head to look at Yui, who was still wrapped tightly in her pink kimono, and furrowed her brow slightly.

“Are you really going to help me wash while dressed like that?”