Chapter 16: Is it on fire?

Filusha cupped her face in her hands, gazing at Milly in an unhurried manner.

Milly was like a wild kitten, always baring her claws when awake. But in bed, she was truly enticing, making Filusha enjoy every moment.

To become partners would give Filusha every reason to openly humiliate Milly.

At the same time, it would satisfy her own desires—so why not go along with it?

“Relax, I won’t fall in love with you.”

Filusha patted Milly’s cheek. Milly frowned, wanting to bite her, but Filusha was quick and pulled her hand away in time.

“I only care about your body.”

“You’re shameless!”

Using shameful photos to threaten someone—wasn’t that a crime?

She’d already had her fun, shouldn’t that be enough? Why keep her bound to her side, tormenting her at will every day?

“Aren’t you enjoying this too?”

Filusha lifted Milly’s chin, staring straight into her eyes. “Don’t you feel that all those pent-up emotions are finally being released? That’s a sign of surrender, you know?”

“That’s not true!……”

A bit guilty, Milly could only avert her gaze.

When she woke up that morning, Milly had indeed felt something like that.

Originally, she was a pure Saintess. Ever since being defiled by the Witch, she’d let go of herself, her mind filled with shameful thoughts.

Otherwise, would she really be this obedient to Filusha?

“Don’t worry, I’ll only claim your body, never invade your life. If you need to, you can come find me anytime.”

“Who—who would need that!……”

No, no, why was she being led around by the nose?

She didn’t want to be her partner, especially not that kind of partner!

With a “smack,” Milly knocked Filusha’s hand away, then put her hands on her hips, looking at her with haughty pride.

“Obviously, things like that have to be mutual to really feel each other!—What you’re doing is nothing but evil! You’re a pervert!”

“You! Calling me a pervert again?”

“So what, you’re a pervert, and I can’t say it?” Milly stuck out her tongue, “Pervert, pervert… loser, come and bite me if you dare?”

“You!… Fine, I’ll just print your photos as posters!”

“Wahhh, no!—”

Milly’s face turned scarlet as she clung to Filusha’s arm.

“Please, I beg you, spare me! I’ll listen to you, isn’t that enough?”

How could things like that be spread around so casually! She was a pure Saintess—even if she was rotten to the core, she still had to play the part in public!

“So, have you decided? Will you be my partner?”

“I, I!… Ugh!……”

Seeing Milly waver, Filusha grew even more pleased.

She pulled Milly into her arms, blowing softly into her ear.

“You’ve long been mine, so what is there you can’t let go of? Isn’t this better than being exploited one-sidedly? Haven’t you been bullied enough by the Witch?”

Milly bit her lip, remembering the past.

She’d been locked in the dungeon by the Witch, blindfolded and tormented every day.

Compared to the Witch, Filusha was actually gentle. Besides, Milly herself had come to yearn for it. Once she tasted the forbidden fruit, she could never give it up.

“Next time, we won’t use any allure potion,” Filusha said with a smile, “I’ll let you experience my skills for real—how about it?”

“Who wants to experience your skills…”

She said that, but in truth, she’d already given in.

From the moment she was defiled by the Witch, her path was set.

She just never expected Filusha to be so perverted—even though Milly was no longer a virgin, Filusha didn’t dislike her at all. Instead, she just intensified her bullying!

Now, Filusha had two pieces of leverage.

Not only did she know about the Witch, she also had those indecent photos.

Resisting was impossible, wasn’t it? She’d be wanted, her reputation ruined. When that happened, her photos would be plastered everywhere.

Big sisters all over would use her photos as material for that.

“You—you’ll die a miserable death!……”

After saying that, Milly gradually submitted.

Filusha curled her lips into a smile and pushed Milly straight onto the bed.

“Wahhh, wait!……”

Milly shielded her chest, looking at Filusha seriously. “I’ll say this first: I won’t fall in love with you, and you can’t fall in love with me!—”

“Relax, it’s only a physical relationship.”

With that assurance, Milly let out a breath and slowly dropped her hands.

So shy, but she couldn’t resist Filusha. Not only was there blackmail, she simply had no resistance to her; her mind was already full of her.

Filusha grinned and was just about to pounce.

“Wait, there’s one more thing…”

Filusha paused, a hint of annoyance in her eyes.

“Milly dear, are you doing this on purpose? Wait any longer, and your big sister will lose interest—how can I then accompany you in our yuri passion?～～”

“Just one last thing,” Milly pouted, “In front of others, we have to act like a couple, or else I won’t let you touch me!—”

“Sure, I was just thinking the same.”

If it was just a physical relationship, they’d have to sneak around.

But since they were both Saintesses, it was bound to attract attention, and if word got out, things would end badly.

But as a couple, there’d be no issue.

Coincidentally, Filusha could check Milly’s body.

Then she could say: “I must take responsibility for Milly.”

That way, it would all seem aboveboard, and also make Filusha look gentle.

“But remember, being lovers is just an act, don’t get your hopes up about your big sister liking you.”

“Perfect!” Milly pouted, “Who would like a pervert anyway!”

Filusha froze for a moment, feeling a surge of nameless anger.

Milly was fine in every way, except that mouth of hers was just infuriating.

“Now that we’ve said all that, can I finally touch you? This time, no allure potion—I want you to experience your big sister’s skills first hand.”

“Hmph, then come on!…”

Milly dropped her hands, face full of disdain, “Let’s see what you’re really made of. If you make me hurt, I won’t let you off!”

A while later, Milly lay collapsed on the bed.

She had to admit, Filusha’s skills were superb—Milly surrendered in no time. But she’d never admit it, only saying her defenses were too weak.

Before, when bullied by the Witch,

Milly had fought desperately, never getting a chance to enjoy it.

Last night, under the effect of allure potion from Filusha, she hadn’t had time to enjoy it either.

Now was different—she was clear-headed and relaxed, and under Filusha’s assault, she quickly turned into a delicate little girl.

Even now, she was still savoring the lingering sensation.

“So, how was it? Your big sister’s pretty good, right?”

Filusha hugged Milly’s waist from behind.

She wanted Milly to face her, but Milly shook off her hand.

“Hmph, just so-so,” Milly insisted, “I wasn’t excited at all, it was just a purely physical reaction.”

“You, always so stubborn.”

Filusha slipped her hand under the blanket, making Milly shiver all over.

“What are you groping for, you pervert!—”

“Calling me a pervert again?”

Milly turned around, glaring at Filusha with pride.

“Threatening me with photos, making me be your partner in that way!” Milly fumed, “You’re a pervert, a total pervert! You’re a big meanie!”

Filusha was stunned, but she was already used to it.

Besides, that “big meanie” sounded almost like Milly was acting spoiled. Filusha quite enjoyed it—in fact, she wanted Milly to scold her even more.

Of course, she couldn’t say that—otherwise, she’d really be a pervert!

“You say that, but just now, you were responding to me, weren’t you?”

Filusha stroked Milly’s hair, bringing it to her nose to sniff. Milly’s body gave off a faint grapefruit scent.

Milly’s cheeks flushed red, and she shoved Filusha away with all her might.

“Stop messing around and hurry up and lift the curse,” Milly pouted, “You wouldn’t want me to get locked up, would you? Who’d keep you company for yuri nights then?”

Filusha looked over in surprise, her face lighting up with a smile.

“You—you’re actually getting fired up.”

“Who’s getting fired up?”