Chapter 56 : Good Children Get Rewards

“Huff… huff…”

Hiding in the wardrobe, Milly forced her breathing to steady—no sound, no movement.

Then—a sharp knock at the door.

Too precise. As if she knew Milly was in here.

Her heart pounded.

She’d seen Stacy before Stacy saw her.
When she ran upstairs, her back was to the living room.
She wore a cloak.
Stacy shouldn’t have recognized her—

Wait.

The dress.

The one Stacy had given her.
Still hanging outside—drying.

Stacy must have seen it.

But how did she know she was in this room?

“The kitchen’s on the first floor,” a voice purred from the other side. “You don’t go upstairs to make tea.”

That voice—sweet, mocking, unmistakable.

The monster was right outside.

Tifna and the Saintess were downstairs.

Breaking down the door would make too much noise. Stacy wouldn’t risk it.

So she’d gamble.

Jump from the window—now.

She burst from the wardrobe—

And froze.

Eileen—in a nun’s habit—stood beside the closet, smiling.

“Found you, my dear little Milly.”

Her voice—like melted honey—dripped with venom.

How?

When had she gotten in?

The door was still locked from the inside.

No forced entry. No sound of a key.

How?

No time to think.

She had to run.

Stacy couldn’t grab her without making a scene.

Milly bolted—wind whistling past her ears.

Fingers brushed the windowsill—freedom.

But as she leapt—

A tendril shot from behind, wrapping around her waist, yanking her back.

“Why do you never learn?”

Eileen’s voice teased from behind.

That slimy, disgusting sensation—only one pervert used it.

“Stacy…” Milly snarled—a cornered beast.

Using her real name should’ve provoked her.

But Eileen just glanced at her own nun’s habit—disgust in her eyes.

“You know…” she said, voice casual, “this habit—like that damned Church—is so unpleasant.”

A violet magic circle bloomed at her feet, sealing the room.

The nun’s habit dissolved—eaten by swirling black mist.

As the last white thread vanished, the mist contracted—forming a blood-red gown.

Her form shifted—hair darkening to black, then back to silver.

The nun was gone.

The silver demon returned.

Cold fingers lifted Milly’s chin.

“One more chance. What should you call me?”

“M-Master…”

A lie.

A feint.

She gathered power in her fingertips—this close, she couldn’t miss.

As Broken began to form—

Her expression twisted into a snarl.

“Master my ass! Die, Stacy!”

The blade materialized—

But as it lunged—

Time slowed.

Stacy just smiled.

A crushing pressure erupted from her—shattering the sword before it could strike.

“A few days apart… and you’ve grown, little Milly.”

Praise? No.

Next second—a tendril threw her onto the bed, facedown on Stacy’s lap.

Her skirt was lifted.

“But for a bad girl… a little reminder is needed.”

This position—she remembered it well.

“Wait—”

SMACK!

The blow landed—firm, but not painful.

Yet the humiliation… a soft moan escaped.

She looked up—eyes burning with shame.

“Stacy, you—!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She bit her lip—hard—refusing to make another sound.

“Is saying the right name that difficult?”

Still so stubborn. Her body tensed—ready for a long fight.

Stacy’s hand rose again—but this time, the blow was a gentle knead.

Milly braced herself—waiting for the electricity.

She’d absorb it. Redirect it.

Even if it didn’t hurt Stacy, it’d be something.

But no crackle.

Instead, Stacy turned her over.

Face to face.

“Simple punishment no longer works, does it? So… how about we do something fun?”

Fun?

Wait—what was she doing?

A cool sensation slid down her body—stopping at the barrier of her panties.

“Good. You’re wearing the ones Master gave you.”

Watching Milly tremble, Stacy smirked—and yanked them down to her ankles.

“So pretty, little Milly.”

Her touch was light—gentle—yet held an unyielding pressure.

Milly’s breath hitched.

This was worse than punishment.

Her mind was going to break.

Swallowing shame, she choked out:

“M-Master…”

“That’s better. Good children… get rewards.”

Next second—

Milly’s body seized.