Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 312 – Maid Sisters

The bathroom door was pushed open.

A wave of hot, humid white mist surged out.

Lin Fan stepped barefoot onto the floor, the sash of her black kimono-style robe hanging loose and untied, revealing delicate collarbones and a large expanse of dazzling snow-white skin.

Her expression was languid, a single unlit cigarette pinched between her fingers.

She looked like a glutton who had just finished a top-tier feast, radiating a sense of contented, satiated weariness.

Snap.

A wisp of azure flame flickered at her fingertip.

The tobacco was lit.

Lin Fan took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

The haze blurred her golden vertical pupils, making her appear even more eerie and dangerous.

“What are you standing there gawking at?”

Lin Fan glanced at Yui, who was still kneeling on the living room carpet like a frightened quail, and jerked her chin toward the bathroom.

“Go in and take a look. While you’re at it, get rid of that ratty outfit your sister’s wearing—it’s an eyesore.”

Yui’s entire body trembled.

She snapped her head up, her eyes brimming with disbelief and joy.

“Sis… sister, she…”

“She’s not dying.”

Lin Fan walked over to the sofa and sat down, crossing her long legs and propping them up on the coffee table.

“Not only is she not dying, she’s probably going to live better than she ever has before.”

After all, that was undiluted.

For an ordinary Evolved being, it was a blessing capable of completely transforming them.

Yui scrambled to her feet, using both hands and feet.

She stumbled and crawled as she rushed into the bathroom.

The next second, the muffled thud of two bodies embracing tightly came from inside.

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Followed by suppressed sobbing.

Lin Fan listened to the commotion, a playful smirk curling at the corner of her lips.

This feeling—of being able to control others’ fates at will, even making those who once wanted to kill you feel grateful toward you—was indeed addictive.

This was power.

A few minutes later.

Footsteps sounded.

Yui emerged cautiously from the bathroom, holding Yuzuru’s hand.

By now, the disguise on Yuzuru’s face had been washed clean.

Without the darkened paint and rough prosthetic patches, the face that had been deliberately hidden finally revealed its true appearance.

If not for the unevenly chopped short hair, her features were actually several degrees more delicate than Yui’s.

Yui had that girl-next-door purity and fragility that made people want to protect her.

Yuzuru, perhaps due to years of walking the line between life and death, carried a sharp, heroic air between her brows.

Even with her head bowed submissively at this moment, that cold, striking beauty—like a blade drawn from its sheath—remained impossible to hide.

Two completely different styles.

Yet both equally stunning at first glance.

At this moment, however, the once-arrogant leader of the Resistance Army was still wearing that soaking wet men’s combat uniform, reeking of oil and blood, looking utterly out of place.

“Kneel.”

Lin Fan flicked the ash from her cigarette, her tone flat.

Without a moment’s hesitation.

Thud.

Yuzuru dropped to both knees, her posture so precise it seemed rehearsed countless times.

She kept her head lowered, not daring to look directly at the godlike woman on the sofa.

Her voice was hoarse yet reverent: “Yuzuru kowtows to thank you, my lord, for your mercy in sparing my life, and for bestowing Divine Power upon me.”

Though the bone-deep fear remained, the surging power within her body was undeniably real.

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The bottleneck that had been stuck for an entire year had been effortlessly shattered.

Now, she was confident she could take on two of her former selves in single combat.

This wasn’t a demon at all.

This was clearly a true god walking among mortals!

Lin Fan gave Yuzuru a once-over from head to toe, his brow slightly furrowed, his face full of disdain.

“That outfit—I don’t want to see it a second time.”

With that, he turned his gaze to Yui beside him.

“Yui, get her a change of clothes.”

“Yes, my lord!”

Yui responded hastily.

Her faith in Lin Fan had already reached the point of blind devotion.

She took a deep breath, extended both hands, and pressed them lightly over her sister’s body.

Mental Strength surged.

That peculiar fluctuation of rules appeared once again.

“Disperse!”

With a soft cry, the combat suit on Yuzuru—one steeped in the weathered weariness of the post-apocalypse—instantly disintegrated.

It dissolved into countless particles and faded into the air.

Yuzuru instinctively moved to cover herself, but her sister grabbed her wrist firmly.

“Sis, don’t move.”

Yui’s expression was dead serious.

Then.

The matter in the air began to reassemble.

“Manifest!”

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This time, it wasn’t pink.

A deep-purple furisode kimono materialized out of thin air, wrapping perfectly around Yuzuru’s body.

Purple—it represented nobility and mystery, and it suited Yuzuru’s cold, striking beauty all the better.

The deep-purple fabric was embroidered with large clusters of white spider lilies.

Around her waist was a wide sash woven from golden thread, cinching her waist—honed taut by years of training—into a breathtaking silhouette.

As for her feet, a pair of brand-new wooden clogs and snow-white tabi socks.

“This…”

Yuzuru looked down at her own attire, completely dumbfounded.

She had struggled and scraped through three years in the post-apocalypse, living like a rough-and-tumble man just to survive.

She had long forgotten what wearing a kimono felt like.

The delicate sensation of fabric brushing against her skin made her deeply uncomfortable—she didn’t even know where to put her hands or feet.

“Not bad.”

Lin Fan exhaled a puff of smoke, a glint of approval flashing in his eyes.

That girl Yui had impeccable taste.

“Short hair with a kimono—has a certain charm to it.”

Lin Fan rose to his feet and walked barefoot to stand before the two sisters.

He reached out, using his index finger to tilt Yuzuru’s chin up, forcing her to raise her head.

That cold, beautiful face was now flushed crimson.

Ever since the seamless baptism of the high-purity Energy Potion moments ago, an unparalleled faith in Lin Fan had been planted deep within her psyche.

“Tsk. This face—if you ever dare paint it all dark and grimy again, I’ll skin you alive.”

Lin Fan’s finger traced down Yuzuru’s cheek, pausing for a moment on her slender neck.

There was a distinct red fingerprint mark there, left behind in the bathroom just now.

“Understand?”

“Yes… Yuzuru understands.”

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Yuzuru trembled all over, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

“From now on… this body belongs only to my lord. I will… care for it meticulously, and dare not let it suffer the slightest harm.”

“That’s more like it.”

Lin Fan patted her cheek with satisfaction.

“Alright, since you’re all cleaned up, time to get to work.”

“Get to… work?”

Both sisters were taken aback at once.

Yui looked around in slight confusion: “My lord, the floor’s already been wiped, and the clothes are washed…”

“Who told you to do that?”

Lin Fan rolled his eyes and turned toward the bedroom.

His voice drifted over lightly.

“Come in, both of you. Let me see the traditional craft of the great families of Sakura Island.”

The bedroom door was left ajar.

A warm yellow light spilled through the gap.

Kneeling on the floor, Yuzuru lowered her head to straighten her kimono, her gaze unusually resolute.

“Sis?”

Yui tugged at her sleeve.

“Yui, come with me.”

Yuzuru’s voice had regained its composure, even carrying a hint of gentleness that had never been there before.

“Remember, once we go inside, speak less and do more.”

Since she had already become the lady’s maidservant.

Then she would do her best.

Become irreplaceable.