Chapter 124: Big Sister Must Not Have Any Stains

“Haha… Josuna, you came pretty fast… just a little more and I would’ve succeeded.”

Mingtong climbed up from the ground. Even with a clear fist mark on her cheek, she still wore that eerie smile.

“I even reinforced the soundproofing of the walls… how did you manage to hear anything?”

“Cut the nonsense! Do what you’re supposed to do. Otherwise… I will kill you.”

No matter how much Josuna wanted to kill Mingtong, she could only endure it for now.

What she planned to do next required Mingtong’s help.

Compared to that—

As long as she could achieve her goal, sparing this lunatic’s life… was tolerable.

“Well then, I’ll take my leave~ Oh, right—the serum with inert factors is in the drawer. One dose lasts two days. Use too much… and she might become a cripple.”

Unbothered, Mingtong picked up the fallen syringe and left the room.

“…Uh… should I say something like this?”

Feeling the awkward silence, Peretti spoke first.

Was she not afraid of Josuna?

Of course she was.

But she kept repeating one thing in her mind—

Don’t show fear.

From what she knew, most cases involving yandere personalities escalated because the “loved one” showed fear and rejection, pushing them toward extremes.

As long as she didn’t fear Josuna, didn’t show rejection—

Then maybe…

Just maybe…

She could lower Josuna’s guard and find a way to escape.

Josuna was visibly stunned by Peretti’s calmness.

“…Did that lunatic do anything to you?!”

She climbed onto Peretti, frantically checking her body.

Her movements were rushed.

Her breathing uneven.

Smooth skin.

Flawless.

Not a single mark.

“…Good… it’s all intact… good…”

Her voice trembled as she tightly embraced Peretti, as if she might disappear the next second.

“Alright, alright… you’re already this old. Why are you still acting like a child asking for hugs? You need to mature a bit, or how will you become—”

Even though she was completely powerless, Peretti still spoke in a lecturing tone—

Because that was how she always talked to Josuna.

At that moment, she suddenly noticed—

Her clothes had been changed.

A lace nightgown.

Semi-transparent, outlining her figure.

“I was just worried about you… it’s good that you’re okay.”

Josuna inhaled deeply, breathing in Peretti’s scent.

Her trembling gradually calmed.

“…Feeling better now?”

“…Mm…”

Josuna lifted her head.

The face before her—

Smiling.

Familiar.

For a moment, it overlapped with the image of her adoptive mother from childhood.

As expected of her child… so similar…

“By the way… why are you here? That part surprised me.”

“To prepare to kill Feiye.”

“…What?”

“Mm~ just as expected.”

Josuna’s voice suddenly turned cold.

“So big sister still cares about that witch, huh? Though it seems… she’s not by your side right now.”

Even after reminding herself countless times not to upset Josuna, Peretti still felt uneasy hearing this.

From this—

She confirmed something.

Josuna hadn’t discovered Feiye.

Even if she noticed the miniature form hidden near her chest—

She likely wouldn’t recognize it.

“Kill… Feiye?”

To Peretti, that sounded absurd.

The gap in strength between them was immeasurable.

Even if Feiye stood still and let Josuna attack—

She wouldn’t be able to harm her even if she tried until death.

But before she could think further—

Josuna’s face suddenly moved closer.

“So sad, big sister…”

“What’s so good about that witch, that you care about her this much?”

“…Ah, I get it.”

“It must be because I haven’t stayed by your side long enough.”

“As long as I bind you to me… that’ll solve everything.”

She stood up and took out a prepared heart-shaped collar from a box.

Her fingers hooked onto the black ribbon around Peretti’s neck.

Wait—Peretti, you—

But it was too late.

A flash of white light—

The ribbon slipped off.

A cold, slender hand rubbed repeatedly at her neck.

Josuna’s gaze froze.

Dark.

Empty.

Like countless black threads filled her eyes.

“…Big sister~ where did this mark come from?”

Though she asked—

She already knew the answer.

“It’s just a normal tattoo. I thought it looked nice, so I got it.”

Peretti forced herself to stay calm.

“A tattoo…”

Josuna laughed softly.

“I don’t like it.”

“And… did you forget? Mr. Hood hates tattoos the most.”

She deliberately used that name.

Peretti’s father—a police officer—had always despised people with tattoos, seeing them as nothing but criminals.

“So…”

“Let me help you, big sister.”

A scalpel appeared in her hand.

Cold metal pressed against Peretti’s neck.

“—!”

A sharp breath escaped her.

“It’s okay… I’ll be gentle.”

Without magic to protect her—

The blade easily cut into her skin.

Peretti clenched her teeth, doing everything she could not to cry out.

Cold sweat poured down her face.

Blood seeped out—

Dyeing her nightgown red.

Staining the white bedsheets.

“Haha…”

Sweat and blood soaked her body.

Droplets clung to her delicate skin.

Pain surged as sweat entered the wound—

She gasped sharply.

“This is your punishment~”

Josuna, hands stained with blood, stared at the piece of skin she had cleanly cut away.

Then she leaned close to Peretti’s ear—

Her voice gentle.

Like a venomous snake.

“Why do you keep trying to escape me?”

“You thought I didn’t notice?”

“That calmness just now… it was all fake, right?”

“You were waiting for me to lower my guard… so you could run again.”

“To go back… to that witch.”

“That’s not allowed.”

“Big sister has to stay with me forever.”

“Only by my side… will nothing bad happen to you.”

“So…”

“Disobedient big sisters need punishment…”

Suddenly—

A wet, sharp pain spread across her neck.

Wave after wave.

Peretti bit down hard, enduring the agony.

Josuna had already lost herself.

For the first time, she realized—

Sweat-drenched beauty wasn’t an exaggeration.

For the first time—

She tasted a witch’s blood.

And found it…

Addictive.

Like a starving refugee, she devoured what she had longed for—

Filling the emptiness of the past month.

“Josuna!”

Peretti finally snapped.

Reluctantly, Josuna stopped.

She licked the blood from her lips, cheeks flushed with satisfaction.

“Oh? Big sister’s angry now?”

“But this level of punishment… isn’t enough yet~”

Her fingers brushed over the wound.

A healing spell activated.

The flesh slowly restored.

“Alright… now…”

“Big sister will become mine.”

She picked up the collar again—

Ready to put it on.

But suddenly—

She froze.

On the newly healed skin—

The dark red rose mark reappeared.

Her hand stopped mid-air.

Her gaze locked in place.

Peretti didn’t understand what was happening—

She only saw Josuna slowly put the collar down—

And pick up the scalpel again.

“Be good…”

“Don’t move.”

“Just endure it for a bit… it’ll be over soon.”