Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 309 – Gospel for Lazy People

In the bathroom, steam swirled thickly.

The pool of scalding hot water gave off an alluring white mist, and the runes on the black iron cylinder still flickered faintly.

Lin Fan stood barefoot on the non-slip mat. A few red marks left from peeling off her stockings moments ago still lingered on her jade-like calves—imprints left by the garter straps.

She turned around, looking at Yui, who was still wrapped up tightly from head to toe, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

“What are you dawdling for?”

Yui’s whole body trembled, like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on.

In the past, untying this elaborate furisode kimono would have taken at least three minutes.

The obi sash, the cords, the inner lining… every layer had its own intricacies, and every layer represented a so-called sense of ritual.

But now, making her god wait three minutes?

That would be a capital offense.

The girl knelt on the floor. Instead of reaching up to undo her collar, she stared intently at the pink fabric covering her body.

It was something she had conjured with her ability earlier—essentially a recombination of energy and matter.

Since it could be created, it could naturally be undone.

Disappear.

All of it, disappear.

No need for it to exist.

That strange ripple spread through the cramped bathroom once again. The air grew somewhat viscous, as if some invisible force field had instantly enveloped the girl’s entire body.

The next second.

There was no sensual scene of silk slipping off shoulders.

“Whoosh—”

It was like an exquisite sand painting scattered by a fierce wind.

The meticulously crafted furisode kimono embroidered with cherry blossoms on Yui’s body, along with the inner lining beneath it, and even the hairpin tucked into her bun, all disintegrated in that single instant.

They transformed into countless particles so fine they were nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, then utterly annihilated into the air.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

It was as if they had been erased directly from the material plane.

Lin Fan’s leg, which had been about to step into the bathtub, froze mid-air.

She turned her head, and a rare flicker of surprise appeared in her golden vertical pupils, quickly transforming into the delight of someone discovering a whole new world.

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There stood Yui, completely naked, kneeling on the ceramic tiles. Her skin was tinged with a faint pink from both embarrassment and the energy expended from using her ability moments ago.

No obstruction whatsoever.

Clean. Efficient.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Lin Fan couldn’t help but let out a mental whistle.

This ability was a bit too cumbersome for killing people.

But for taking off clothes… this was practically a divine skill!

If they ever ran into an enemy clad in armor like an iron barrel in the future, all this girl would need to do is think about it, and the enemy would instantly become completely exposed.

“My god… is the water temperature suitable?”

Yui had no idea what a stir her action had caused in Lin Fan’s mind. She simply didn’t want her deity to wait any longer.

She lowered her head, hands braced on the floor, and asked cautiously.

“Very nice.”

Lin Fan withdrew her gaze, swung her long legs, and slid her entire body into the spacious bathtub.

The warm water instantly enveloped her whole being. The sensation of every pore opening wide made her let out a contented sigh.

“Come down here and scrub my back.”

“Yes.”

No hesitation whatsoever.

Yui climbed into the bathtub with light, careful movements and knelt behind Lin Fan.

Her fingers were long and strong, with a thin layer of calluses on her fingertips—marks left by three years of hard labor in the post-apocalypse. But at this moment, they provided just the right amount of friction.

Perfect pressure. Professional technique.

Clearly, as she had said, these Sakura Island women truly possessed some kind of racial talent when it came to serving others.

“Yui.”

Lin Fan closed her eyes, enjoying the girl’s service, and spoke casually.

“If you become proficient with this ability, could you also ‘vanish’ the dirt on my skin during the process?”

The movement behind her paused.

Yui seemed to be seriously considering the feasibility of it.

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“It should be possible, my lady…”

The girl’s voice was somewhat hesitant. “As long as my ‘perception’ of the dirt is clear enough, I can peel it away from the skin’s surface. It’s just that… my control over the ability isn’t refined enough yet.”

“Tsk.”

Lin Fan curled her lips.

If she could really pull that off, she wouldn’t even need bathwater—just one click and her entire body would be clean.

That would be a true godsend for the lazy.

It seemed she’d need to feed this girl more in the future and develop her properly.

This was hardly some useless ability.

This was clearly a versatile all-purpose aid, essential for home life, travel, murder, and robbery alike.

She had simply despised Sakura Island before.

But now it seemed the “tools” produced in this place were of remarkably high quality.

Should she consider setting up a dedicated training base here in the future?

Round up all the good-looking Sakura Island women, put them through unified training, and form a “maid corps”?

As she mused, a playful curve tugged at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

Half an hour later.

Lin Fan stood up from the bathtub.

Water droplets slid down the perfect curves of her body, splattering into fine mist on the floor.

She didn’t reach for a towel. Instead, she spread her arms wide and simply stood in the center of the bathroom, gazing lazily at Yui.

“Get me some sleepwear.”

“Something comfortable to wear.”

In that moment, Lin Fan embodied the phrase “clothes delivered to hand” to its absolute extreme.

She didn’t even need to extend a hand—she simply had the clothes “materialized” onto her body.

Yui took a deep breath.

After the rest and the soak in hot water, her Mental Strength had recovered somewhat.

She stood up, her gaze focused intently on Lin Fan’s body.

In her mind, she began constructing a model.

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Material: top-grade mulberry silk.

Color: deep, profound black with subtle golden patterns, befitting her lady’s status.

Texture: as smooth as a baby’s skin, with no seams whatsoever.

“Hum—”

The air trembled again.

Lin Fan felt a cool sensation on her skin.

It was a strange feeling.

Like a second skin had materialized out of thin air.

No friction from putting on clothes, no constriction from buttoning up.

In the blink of an eye, her vision flickered.

And a black Japanese-style sleeping robe was already perfectly fitted to her body.

Wide sleeves, overlapping collar.

A red silk sash tied loosely around her waist in a casual knot.

And where the hem split open, a glimpse of snow-white thigh peeked through—the visual impact of black against white was striking.

Lin Fan glanced down.

She could even feel a light, delicate layer beneath.

That was… lace?

She reached down and touched it.

Indeed it was.

A pair of black lace underwear, exquisitely crafted with intricate patterns, snug against her skin yet not constricting.

“This…”

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, looking at Yui.

Yui’s face flushed crimson all the way to her ears, and she hastily knelt down and kowtowed.

“F-Forgive me, my lord! Yui… Yui just thought this was more hygienic, and… and this style has more… allure…”

By the end, her voice was barely audible.

Lin Fan was taken aback for a moment, then couldn’t help but laugh.

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She really didn’t like wearing these things on a regular basis.

But then again…

The girl’s taste wasn’t bad at all.

“Alright, get up.”

Lin Fan waved her hand and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

“Yes!”

Yui, as if pardoned from a death sentence, scrambled to her feet. With a flick of her will, she “conjured” herself another set of pink furisode kimono, just like the one before.

Except this time, to make it easier to work in, she shortened the sleeves a bit.

In the bedroom, the large bed had already been made.

The pristine white sheets were without a single wrinkle.

Lin Fan threw herself onto the soft bedding, letting out a comfortable hum.

Yui knelt by the bedside, carefully tucking the blanket around her, then dimmed the Crystal Core Lamp on the nightstand.

Lin Fan rolled over, finding a comfortable position. “Don’t bother me unless something comes up.”

“Yes, Yui will take her leave.”

The girl tiptoed out quietly, closing the door behind her.

The room fell silent.

Only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks outside the window remained.

Lin Fan didn’t fall asleep right away.

She lay in the darkness, her fingers unconsciously tracing the pajamas that had materialized out of thin air on her body.

This ability…

If developed to its fullest extent, could she even create life itself out of nothing?

The Ancestor of Life…

Meanwhile, Yui, having stepped out of the room, curled up entirely into the sofa in the living room.

Her kimono slipped loose, her face flushed crimson.

She murmured softly to herself.

“My goddess, my beloved goddess, Yui will serve you faithfully forever!”