Chapter 20: Do You Want to Make Cheese?

Filusha was stunned, speechless for quite a while.

Doma was also shocked. She hadn’t expected that such a noble, elegant, graceful older sister would actually kneel down to confess to Milly, and even cry her eyes out?

Milly’s heart was pounding wildly, not only from excitement, but from the joy of sweet revenge. Still, she couldn’t let her guard down. She had to strike while Filusha hadn’t started denying it, to firmly establish her as the lovesick puppy!

Aren’t you proud? I’ll stomp your pride beneath my feet! I’ll let the whole world know you’re my lovesick puppy!

“Yesterday, His Holiness the Pope suspected me, accused me of consorting with a witch. To prove my innocence, the Pope had Filusha examine my body.”

“We went into the room next door. I resisted with all my might. After all, I’m still a maiden—if that got out, how could I ever marry?”

“And at that moment, Filusha knelt down.”

“‘Milly, I love you, I’ve loved you for a long time! Please marry me! If you won’t, I’ll kneel here and never get up!’”

“She cried her eyes out, saying if I didn’t agree, she couldn’t go on living. How could I dare say no?”

Filusha stared, stunned, taking a long time to come back to her senses.

She clenched her fists, desperate to punch Milly.

However, Milly noticed first. She pressed her index finger to Filusha’s lips, putting on an act and saying, “Sister, I understand, I know you love me!”

“You—you’re talking nonsense—mmph!…”

Milly rose on tiptoe and pressed her lips to Filusha’s.

She wrapped her arms around Filusha’s neck, sweetly leaning into her embrace. She hadn’t meant to go this far, but Filusha was about to start denying it.

If she let Filusha argue, how could she cement her as the lovesick puppy?

It was just a kiss—maybe a little embarrassing.

But so what, they’d already gone that far; a kiss was child’s play!

The sudden move left Doma utterly stunned.

Her cheeks flushed, her heart thundering like a startled fawn.

What’s more, Filusha was the object of her affection. She couldn’t help but imagine herself in Milly’s place.

Awoo, that kiss looks amazing!

Wait, why am I letting my mind wander? Wasn’t I here to catch them in the act?

“You two, stop kissing right in front of me!”

The sharp cry forced Milly and Filusha apart.

Milly bashfully averted her eyes, but didn’t forget to hold Filusha’s hand.

“Filusha, you don’t need to kneel anymore. I know you love me!～～”

“When did I ever kneel!——”

“Ah, yes, yes, of course, you didn’t kneel!” Milly rose on tiptoe again, planting a kiss on Filusha’s cheek. “It was just a confession, right? How could my sister ever kneel?”

This push-and-pull tactic was simply flawless.

It made it seem as if Filusha had knelt, but was too embarrassed to admit it. Milly just went along, giving her plenty of face, while also completely nailing down her role as the lovesick puppy.

Filusha realized things were going wrong.

No matter how she tried to explain, it would only make her look even more lacking in resolve.

“Milly, you’re scheming against me!”

Filusha’s veins bulged as she grabbed Milly’s wrist and pinned her against the wall. Milly whimpered, hastily clutching her towel.

She almost exposed herself with that sudden movement!

“You did this on purpose, trying to ruin my reputation?”

“What are you talking about?” Milly’s eyes brimmed with tears, playing the innocent. “Didn’t you say it yourself? That I should act all lovey-dovey with you?”

“I told you to act, not to make up nonsense!”

“Nonsense?” Milly blinked. “What nonsense? Isn’t it romantic? The big sister giving everything for her little sister!”

“That’s your idea of romance, not mine! I’m not romantic at all!”

Filusha gritted her teeth in rage.

She lifted Milly’s chin, intending to force a kiss,

But quickly realized something was off. She’d just been forcibly kissed by Milly—now if she kissed her back, wouldn’t that just be rewarding Milly?

If not a forced kiss, then what?

Filusha glanced behind her. Doma’s face was bright red, her hands covering her eyes, but she was peeking through her fingers—clearly, she had no intention of leaving any time soon.

Really now, I’m not that kind of actress.

What are you doing watching a free show?

She couldn’t go too far, or else not only Milly, but Doma would enjoy it too. Who knew, Doma might even use this as “material” for that.

“Milly, don’t think I can’t deal with you!”

Filusha braced herself against the wall, her eyes burning with fury.

But Milly was already immune to scalding water.

Filusha, is this all you’ve got?

A forced kiss, pinning someone against the wall, using brute force?

She’d already been through it all—what was there left to fear? If you’ve got the guts, go ahead, throw a fit in front of Doma!

Milly tilted her chin up, glaring at Filusha with undisguised contempt.

To provoke Filusha even further, she deliberately wiggled her ample curves.

Filusha felt the taut string inside her snap. She’d meant to humiliate Milly—how had it ended up reversed, with her being humiliated and branded a lovesick puppy for all to see?

If she didn’t teach Milly a lesson, she’d never be able to vent this rage!

So, Filusha launched her attack.

From this angle, her movements blocked Doma’s line of sight, so she wouldn’t know what was happening. Filusha seized the opportunity to humiliate Milly thoroughly, making her show her coy side.

“Awoo!～～”

Milly made no effort to hide it, letting out a **.

Filusha froze in shock, staring at Milly in disbelief.

That wasn’t right. Milly was supposed to be so shy—shouldn’t she cover her mouth and try to hold it in? How did she just cry out like that, and in such a flirty way?

Milly’s face was flushed crimson as she beat against Filusha’s chest.

“What are you doing? Getting all handsy in front of someone else! I know you love me, but could you not be so wild?～～”

“You!——”

“So, so shameless!”

Doma squeezed her eyes shut and shrieked hysterically,

“What are you two doing in front of me! Kissing is one thing, but now you’re getting all handsy—do you really not see me as an outsider? Or are you just showing off?!”

She’d thought they were just putting on a show, but now she realized they were for real!

It was infuriating. Filusha had never knelt and confessed to her… No, no need to kneel. As long as Filusha would just return her feelings!

Ah, so unfair!

Why did Filusha kneel for her?!

What’s so great about Milly, anyway?

I’m gentler, more considerate, and I know even more tricks!

Doma’s eyes drifted downward and soon spotted Milly’s abundant assets.

“Could it be the size…”

Of course, it was the bust—Milly’s only advantage! She was supposed to be a little-sister type, but ended up built like a milk cow. Planning to make cheese, are you?

“Filusha, you’re being so improper!” Doma snapped, “What’s so great about being big? You just waste more fabric!——”

Just then, Milly’s breath quickened,

Her ample chest heaving, and Doma fumed with jealousy.

“Now you’re flaunting it at me too!?”

“Huh? It’s not…”

“What are you wiggling for? It’s so indecent!”

Unable to take it, Doma slammed the door. If she stayed any longer, she felt her pride would be trampled into the ground by Milly.

“What’s so great about being big!”

Doma sobbed as she ran off into the distance.

Milly was a little helpless—she’d meant to explain.

But Filusha seized her shoulders and pinned her against the wall.

“Milly, you still trying to run?”

“You dare treat me like a lovesick puppy? You’re done for!”