Chapter 6: A Piteous Cry

Seeing Dounia’s slow movements, Fia’s voice came from behind her.

“I’ll give you one last chance.”

“Tell me where she is, and our deal still stands.”

Creak—

Dounia pulled the wardrobe door halfway open, catching a glimpse of Violet hiding in the shadows with her peripheral vision.

She was curled up quietly in the corner of the wardrobe, her cheeks flushed, a hint of panic in her bright eyes.

Violet lowered her head, a trace of apology and guilt in her gaze.

Dounia stood on her tiptoes, took the uniform skirt she had placed on top of the wardrobe, and closed the door.

“Change in front of the mirror,” Fia’s voice held a hint of casual, playful amusement.

A hunter enjoying the game of toying with her prey would, of course, want to draw out the torment to savor it slowly.

Dounia looked at herself in the mirror, then glanced back at the smiling Fia.

“Hmph, Chief, all you can do is bully a small fry like me, sigh~” Dounia said with no small amount of sarcasm.

Fia ignored her taunt, simply waiting quietly.

Dounia stood before the full-length mirror next to the wardrobe, holding the gray and white uniform skirt, her heart pounding with nervousness.

Although she had a master’s level of understanding and taste when it came to techniques and experience, it was all just talk on paper…

She had never been stared at and humiliated like this…

A scorching gaze fixed on her back, making the unease in her heart grow stronger.

“Don’t stop,” Fia urged.

“Hmph,” Dounia, forcing a calm demeanor, scoffed. “Could it be that the Chief has always wanted to see her own sister do this sort of thing, but was too afraid to say it out of concern for her image as an older sister~?”

“Poor, pitiful Chief, so very pitiful~”

Fia’s pupils contracted slightly, the light flowing in her eyes becoming even more enchanting and dangerous.

Dounia had struck a nerve, hard.

“Then I suppose I shall reluctantly satisfy the Chief’s wish.”

The femboy soul within Dounia burned fiercely, momentarily overpowering her shyness.
She carefully pulled her jacket down a little further, as if wearing a one-piece dress, before slowly pulling off the gray trousers, revealing slender, long, fair, and tender thighs.

“I hope the Chief’s eyes aren’t about to pop out~”

“Turn around,” Fia commanded.

Dounia bit her lower lip resentfully, her brow twitching.

‘This woman… she really doesn’t plan on letting me go.’

“Change the jacket too.”

Dounia slowly turned, staring at Fia with unwilling eyes, yet she was helpless.

Shame overflowed from her heart like lemon juice, dripping a sweet and sour liquid.

“Chief, I hope you can be this honest with your sister too.”

She bit her lip and, as if resigned to her fate, slowly closed her eyes.
Her fingers, gripping the zipper of her jacket, moved slowly downward, peeling away her fragile soul bit by bit.

Fia’s lips curled into a smile.

She quite enjoyed seeing the stubborn Dounia look so helpless and unwilling, yet forced to obey her.

Rustle—

Dounia tossed her jacket aside.
Her long white hair was as smooth as silk, cascading down her slender shoulders.

“Have you seen enough?” she said through gritted teeth, her voice filled with hatred.

“No. Stay just like that. I want to admire you carefully,” Fia said, crossing her legs with a smirk.

Dounia, her cheeks burning, clenched her small fists, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

It was an expression of shame and anger, as if she wanted to bite Fia.

“Hmm, put it on.”

Dounia put on the new jacket, then carefully bent down and slipped on the gray and white uniform skirt.

The skirt hugged her body, showcasing her graceful curves.
She subconsciously tucked in her stomach and straightened her chest, and the somewhat stiff and plain uniform was surprisingly worn with a touch of elegance and competence.

She looked at Fia, a hint of unease in her eyes, yet she also seemed to be hoping for the other’s approval.

Fia nodded in satisfaction and patted the spot next to her.

“Come here.”

Dounia reluctantly walked over to Fia, only to be grabbed by the wrist and easily pulled into her arms.

The warm touch, instead of comforting her, made every inch of her skin sensitive, as if it were about to be scorched by the searing heat.

“You don’t want me to hold you?” her voice became gentle and lazy, exuding an irresistible charm.

Fia’s eyes were smiling, but Dounia didn’t dare to look at her.

“Weren’t you quite bold in the hallway? Regretting it now?”

She leaned close to Dounia’s ear and blew a gentle puff of air.

Watching Dounia shrink her neck in fear, she wrapped her arms around Dounia’s slender waist, holding her tightly.

“When you were being so cheeky just now, did you consider the consequences?” Fia caressed Dounia’s head, her gentle tone mocking her as she slowly tightened her arms around her.

“Mmm…!?”

‘Is she trying to strangle me?’

But the soft touch, the close, fragrant breath, all made Dounia curl into a ball, as if only this embrace, which sought to strangle her, could give her true security.

On those lips, as red and fiery as a rose, was coated poison, and also honey that would kill if drunk.

“Ngh!?”

A sensation like an electric shock made the girl’s curled-up body suddenly arch.

‘She… she’s…!?’

“Mmm… hmm!? You…?” Dounia’s voice was full of panic and shock, her entire body growing limp and weak.

But she had nowhere to run.
Fia, holding her tightly, gave her no chance to dodge.

She could only accept it; she had to accept it.

“N…no.”

Her head grew lighter, her consciousness more blurred.

‘The game’s lore never said Fia had this kind of fetish, did it?’

[Kiss me.]

Dounia trembled, a pink halo appearing at the edge of her vision.
She involuntarily held her breath and slowly leaned toward Fia’s lips…

“Mistress Fia…” Dounia said, her eyes hazy.

Thud.

A soft sound.
The murky depths of Dounia’s eyes, which had been sinking as if into a mire, lit up with a touch of clarity.

‘Fia heard Violet move!’

Fia slowly turned her gaze toward the wardrobe, a hint of confident control in her eyes.

Yes, she had known all along that Violet was hiding in the wardrobe, which was why she wasn’t in a hurry at all.

‘My sister has a good impression of you?’

‘That’s easy to solve.’

‘I’ll just use ‘Domination’ to break you down completely. Before she can fall for you, I’ll just make you mine, won’t I?’

This world was like a stage, and everything in it, except for her sister, was merely a toy for her to play with and control.

And toys, well, when they break or get boring, it’s time to get a new one.

She was convinced that it wouldn’t be long before she forgot Dounia’s name.

Fia gently raised her hand, caressing Dounia’s face with tenderness, yet her eyes held a hint of mercilessness and cruelty.

Her fingers were cold, but the touch was like an electric current shooting up from the base of her spine to her entire vertebra, instantly spreading through Dounia’s body and making her tremble uncontrollably.

“Mmph!”

Dounia’s mouth was clamped shut by Fia’s hand, and she could only let out a helpless, piteous cry.

“Your voice is as lovely as a little bird’s.”

Dounia’s chin was forced up, and she looked at Fia with weak, shimmering eyes.

“Let me hear what kind of melody you can play.”

Scattered malice and mockery poured out, completely undisguised.