Chapter 75 : Shared Pain

What was happening?

She felt a sharp pain in her wrist, as if it were about to be crushed. Had the mutated sigil transferred all of Milly’s pain to her?

Pain transference?

She grabbed Milly’s hand and squeezed. It was faint, but Stacy heard it—a sharp intake of breath as Milly winced.

So, when Milly felt pain, she felt it too.

It bypassed her body’s defenses, allowing her to feel exactly what Milly was enduring. It was a shared pain.

She touched the new sigil on her own body. She should be able to erase it.

She summoned her magic, but to her surprise, the sigil was unaffected.

It couldn’t be removed?

But if the pain transferred from Milly to her, what about the other way around?

She grabbed her own wrist. With a sickening crack, she snapped the bone. That level of pain should be unbearable for Milly.

As expected, a cry of pain from the little one. Milly stared at her own wrist. Stacy hadn’t done anything, but it felt as if her wrist had been broken. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Cold sweat dripped from her forehead. She looked up and saw Stacy, her own wrist bent at an unnatural angle.

“Psycho.”

Milly instantly understood what had happened. The sigil that was supposed to turn pain into pleasure had, with her interference, become a shared pain.

From now on, if Stacy punished her, she would have to feel the same pain.

Let’s see what she does now, unless she was willing to endure it too.

As Milly stared at Stacy, Stacy stared back. Her broken wrist healed in an instant. What to do now was indeed a problem.

She couldn’t erase it, so she would have to suppress it, make it disappear, just like the thorn sigil on Milly’s collarbone.

When she needed it, she could make it appear. When she didn’t, it would remain hidden.

But after a few tries, she couldn’t make it disappear. Or perhaps, because it was shared… she looked at the sigil on Milly’s neck. If they were both suppressed at the same time, the shared pain should stop.

As Stacy was trying to figure it out, a storm of thoughts raged in Milly’s mind. She had realized the same thing.

Seeing Stacy’s approaching fingers, Milly scrambled back, grabbed a piece of rubble, and smashed it on her own hand.

It hurt…

But it was worth it. Seeing Stacy’s hand tremble, Milly knew she had felt it too. The pain wasn’t pleasant, was it, Stacy?

Milly spat out a mouthful of blood, a smirk on her lips. “I’ll return that to you in full, Stacy. You brought this on yourself.”

“Little Milly, you don’t really think you can threaten me with this, do you?”

Stacy sneered and dug her fingers into her own palm.

Even though Stacy had done it to herself, Milly clutched her own hand. Damn it, it hurt… And that pervert’s pain tolerance seemed to be much higher than hers.

The same pain, but she would be rolling on the ground in agony, while Stacy would look completely unfazed.

Was the difference in their physical strength that great? Or did that woman not have pain receptors?

Just then, Stacy pulled her into an embrace.

Milly instinctively tried to bite her tongue. Even if that woman couldn’t feel pain, that was her tongue. The sudden pain of biting it off should be enough to make her let go.

But Stacy, as if anticipating it, slipped her fingers into Milly’s mouth before she could bite down.

“You can’t bite your tongue now, only my fingers.”

Milly knew what she meant. She had bitten her finger before, and she hadn’t seemed to feel it. If she bit down now, it would only hurt herself, and Stacy wouldn’t let go.

She had been outplayed. It was a two-way street; it wouldn’t just benefit one of them.

She had to find a way to truly threaten her.

As she was racking her brain, Stacy suddenly hooked her small tongue.

“Now, Little Milly, how about we play a game?”

A bad feeling. What kind of perverted game was she thinking of now?

Her fingers touched the sigils on both their necks at the same time. Seeing the crimson glow, a smile appeared on her lips.

Her guess was right.

“Although I can’t erase it, the one you interfered with before… can be stacked.”

What did that mean?

The next moment, a writhing sensation in her lower abdomen made Milly let out a moan.

What was happening?

She looked up. An unnatural flush had appeared on Stacy’s face.

She bit her own finger until blood dripped from her lips. She should have felt pain, but her body was heating up, the turmoil in her lower abdomen growing stronger.

No.

Not a hint of pain. It was all turning into pleasure. And they were both feeling it.

Milly instinctively grabbed the sigil on her neck. Get this thing off her. She had thought it was a chance to threaten Stacy, but it had only made it easier for Stacy to satisfy her desires.

No, she had to run. If this continued, who knew what Stacy would do?

She regretted it now, but who could have known it would turn out like this?

Run. Maybe there was a distance limit. If she got far enough away, it would break.

Just as she was about to get up and run, Stacy bit her own tongue.

“Eek!”

Damn it, not only was she copying her, but she had to do it at this moment.

Her body suddenly went limp. Milly collapsed, her face flushed, her breathing growing ragged.

She looked at Stacy. She… she was lifting her own skirt.

Wait, what was she doing?

“No!”

It was too late.

The turmoil in her lower abdomen reached its peak.

After a few simple tests, seeing Milly’s breathing grow more ragged, Stacy was satisfied and let go.

“It seems it’s not just pain that can be shared, Little Milly~”

She lifted Milly’s skirt. She wondered what it would feel like to touch her own body through Milly.

She licked her lips. This was going to be fun.