Chapter 19: The Adorable Big Sister

“Food… is it talking?”
She blinked in confusion.
“Talking food—I’ve never seen that before.
As expected of Pharisa, even the food here has varieties that can speak.”

Driven by hunger, she could no longer restrain the urge to gorge herself.

“No, I can’t take it anymore.
Who cares who she is— even if I get caught and executed afterward, it’d still be worth it… hic!”

“Gaffy, go.
She looks half out of it right now.
We’ll drag her into an alley, have our fun, then slit her throat.
Who’d ever know it was us?”

The two men hurried forward, trying to drag her into a nearby alley.

“Hehe, don’t be scared, little sis.
Big brothers will teach you some really fun things!”

The closer they got, the more uncontrollable the urge became—
the desire to tear apart the ill-fitting rags on her body,
to make her cry like pear blossoms in the rain,
to carve their marks into every inch of her.

The girl stood frozen like a frightened lamb.
Her eyes brimmed with mist.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to cry out for help.

“It’s useless.
At this hour, no one dares interfere on this street.
Haha, little beauty— hic!”

But to Gaffy and Tom’s surprise, the girl didn’t cry out at all—
instead, tears slipped helplessly from the corner of her mouth.

And her brilliant golden eyes began to change.
Like blood dripping into water, they gradually turned crimson.

Seeing this, Tom sobered up instantly.
He suddenly remembered what the old man at home had once told him:

Never provoke unnaturally beautiful women late at night.
Especially women who appear alone where they shouldn’t be.
They— or rather, those things— are usually something unclean.

Realizing this, Tom instinctively tried to flee.
But when he turned around, he saw a very short girl standing behind him.

At first glance, she looked harmless.
Yet in her hand, she was holding something about the size of a ball.

Tom and Gaffy had been partners for many years.
Just from the rough outline, Tom could tell exactly what that object was—

It was Gaffy’s head.

If the “top part” was here…
then what kind of scene lay behind her?

Tom didn’t even dare to imagine it.

Ahead of him was this terrifying little girl.
Behind him was a woman who was clearly no longer human.

And on this stretch of road— the part he was standing on— there were no alleys.

What else could he do?

‘Guess we’ll be brothers again in the next life.’

Tom pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and blindfolded himself.
Then he took out a match and a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease and taking a deep drag.

This was a high-end brand he’d treasured for half a month, never舍得 to smoke.
Might as well enjoy it before dying.

He slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke.

“Mm.
Ninety-nine percent purity.
Rare stuff~”

The next instant, Tom’s shadow— cast by the streetlamp— rose up from the ground.
Like slime, it stretched and spread, forming a pitch-black curtain that wrapped around his body.
Then the shadow sank back into the ground.

Nothing was left behind.

Hidden in a corner, the cat-eared woman witnessed this horrifying scene.
Her pupils shrank violently.
Without the slightest hesitation, she turned and fled.

“Good thing I didn’t attack rashly.
That monster’s strength far exceeds mine.
If I’d been discovered, escape would’ve been impossible.
I have to tell the others.”

What she didn’t know was that the darkness she once relied on as her best hiding place
was now a bottomless abyss.

After dealing with the three bothersome flies, Feiye turned her gaze toward Pelotti,
who was staring intently at Gaffy’s motionless body on the ground, driven by extreme hunger.

“Phew…
Good thing I kept following behind Big Sister.
Otherwise, I don’t even want to imagine what could’ve happened.”

She let out a small sigh of relief.

Seeing the headless Gaffy on the ground, Pelotti lunged forward, eager to feast.
But Feiye was faster.

Before Pelotti could hit the ground, Feiye waved her hand.
In an instant, the entire street was restored to pristine condition.
Not a single drop of blood remained—
let alone anything else.

Pelotti, lying prone, froze in confusion.

She clearly remembered seeing a gigantic chicken drumstick on the ground just now.
But for some reason, it had vanished.

“Honestly…
How could Sister Pelotti treat such lowly vermin as dinner?”
Feiye said gently, her voice indulgent, like she was speaking to a child.

“Well then— just like always.
Drink my blood.”

Feiye slowly walked over to Pelotti.
Her small hands grasped Pelotti’s shoulders.
With a light lift, Pelotti’s body left the ground
and settled softly into a tender, comforting embrace.

“Mmm?
Chocolate…”
Pelotti’s nose twitched slightly as she caught an enticing scent from Feiye.

“Really…
No matter what, you shouldn’t starve yourself this badly.”
Feiye looked at Pelotti with aching concern.

She rolled up her sleeve and, without hesitation, sliced her wrist open with her nail.
Blood flowed freely from the wound.

In a daze, Pelotti suddenly saw a huge slab of meat appear before her eyes.
Without a second thought, she grabbed the protruding bones on both sides
and took a big bite.

Juices ran down the corners of her mouth, soaking her clothes,
but she didn’t care at all.

“So good…
so tasty.”
She murmured contentedly, greedily sucking down Feiye’s blood.

Feiye gently stroked Pelotti’s hair, her expression complicated,
while cleaning the stains from Pelotti’s clothes.

“So it’s true.
Even after rebirth, even though so many things have changed,
Big Sister still belongs to the banquet of blood.”

She remembered how Qingcheng, in her previous life,
had also relied on her blood to survive.

Back then, Big Sister had suffered greatly over this issue.
Her affinity for both blood and light made many witches resent her.
She was forced to wander constantly,
often filling her stomach with animal blood instead.

But now…
Big Sister was far too weak.
So weak she didn’t seem like a witch at all.

A Big Sister like this… would be in danger.

Feiye thought worriedly.

She was used to seeing Qingcheng’s usual aloof demeanor—
distant, sacred, untouchable.

Compared to that,
the Pelotti before her now—
lying in her arms like a child, suckling blood—

For some reason, a strange impulse surged up in Feiye’s heart.

‘She’s so cute like this…
Is this what Big Sister once meant by “gap moe”?’¹

‘I really want to kiss her…
What should I do?’

But Big Sister still wasn’t full yet…
‘Mm…
If I bite my tongue, would that work…?’

At that thought, Feiye’s cheeks flushed bright red,
as if steam were about to puff out of her head.

“No… no, that’s not allowed.
This is Big Sister,”
Feiye desperately denied herself inwardly.

Yet seeing Pelotti’s dazed, vulnerable state,
she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pity.

Big Sister…

This is Big Sister…

‘Well…
She’s all dizzy right now anyway.
Sneaking a kiss— no, using another way to give her blood—
should be fine, right?’

With that thought, Feiye withdrew her arm.
The wound on her wrist had already vanished without a trace,
though Pelotti’s bite marks remained clear.

Pressing her lips together, she leaned down,
just about to steal a kiss—

Only to realize that Pelotti’s eyes no longer held any mist.
In the darkness, they shone with a clear, lucid brightness,
restored to their original radiant gold.

Seeing this, Feiye didn’t even have time to think.
She hurriedly swallowed the blood still in her mouth.

¹ Gap moe: A Japanese-derived term referring to charm created by a stark contrast between someone’s usual demeanor and an unexpected side.