Millie lifted her head, her eyes brimming with provocation.
Filusha was trembling with rage. As a dignified older-sister type, being called “wilted” by a little-sister-type girl—how could she possibly endure such an insult?
She wanted to retaliate, but Millie didn’t care in the slightest.
Damn it, if she made a move, Millie would really enjoy it!
The once pure and innocent Saintess, now that her switch had been flipped, had become as fierce as a wolf or tiger.
Even if she didn’t want to admit it, Filusha really was a bit drained.
After all, ever since last night, she’d been cuddling up with Millie nonstop. Millie only needed to lie on the bed, but Filusha herself had spent so much more energy.
On top of that, she’d even helped Millie by using Dispel Magic.
Millie was bursting with energy now, but her own body had paid the price.
“Filusha-nee, you’re not as lively as you were yesterday.”
A vein bulged on Filusha’s forehead.
To think Millie was still mocking her!
Calm down, I bear the future of all witches, I still have grand ambitions. If I let myself get toyed with by a mere Saintess, what hope is left?
Filusha took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years!
Once the opportunity comes, she would transform into the Witch and utterly humiliate Millie!
When Millie was utterly worn out, she’d swoop in as the Saintess, stage a dramatic rescue, and score a bunch of affection points—make Millie fall in love with her.
Once Millie was hopelessly smitten, then she’d reveal her true identity!
That would be true revenge. She’d make Millie lose everything in a single instant! Her beloved Onee-sama, her glory as the Saintess—everything!
“Hehe, hahaha!——”
“What are you laughing at? Did you eat something strange?”
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but luckily Filusha managed to calm down.
“All right, just catch your breath here, will you?”
Filusha stood up and put on her bra and panties.
Millie’s pretty face blushed slightly. Clearly she’d gotten used to seeing her naked, but now that Filusha was getting dressed, somehow the underwear made her feel even more flustered.
Wait, she’s putting her clothes on?
Then isn’t it just me naked here? Isn’t that a huge disadvantage?
Millie jumped up and started searching for her underwear. Soon, she remembered—she’d run out of clean underwear, and wasn’t she just strutting around wrapped in a bath towel a moment ago?
“Millie-chan, don’t you have any spare underwear?”
Filusha hugged Millie from behind, blowing gently into her ear.
“Mmm, isn’t that your fault!”
If not for you, I wouldn’t have run out of clean clothes! I prepared five sets, and they’re all gone in a single night—who would believe that?
“Want to wear your big sister’s underwear?”
“Who, who wants to wear a pervert’s clothes!”
She’d rather go commando than wear Filusha’s underwear! She couldn’t say that out loud, though, or Filusha would get even more excited—either way, she’d lose!
“Our sizes are about the same, it should fit, right?”
“Stop touching me already!”
Millie shoved Filusha away, baring her teeth and claws threateningly.
Filusha propped her chin with one hand, resting her forearm on her knee, watching Millie with great interest.
Millie wanted to cover up, but thought backing down would mean losing, so she put her hands on her hips, thrust out her chest, and shot Filusha a nonchalant glance.
“Hehe, how petite! You’re supposed to be an older-sister type, yet you’re almost the same size as a girl—I really feel sorry for you!～～”
“You!……” Filusha took a deep breath, calming herself, “With a little sister type that big, I suspect you’re swollen.”
“Who’s swollen! This is normal growth!”
“Want me to check for you?”
“Go away, you pervert!”
They glared at each other, neither giving an inch.
But in the end, Millie looked away first. Why? Because she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Filusha was in her underwear; by any measure, she had the advantage!
So Millie turned around as if she didn’t care.
She pulled out her Saintess’ robe and slipped it on.
“Mmm… this feels so weird!……”
Millie tensed her body, taking quite a while to get used to it.
The Saintess’ robe was an outer garment, with seams inside; usually, she wouldn’t feel them, but now, without any underwear, the fabric was rubbing right against her delicate skin.
“Wow, going commando?”
Filusha perked up, wrapping an arm around Millie’s waist, “So bold! If anyone finds out, you’ll be front-page news in an instant!～～”
“Mind your own business!——”
Millie stomped hard on Filusha’s foot.
Filusha bared her teeth in pain, but didn’t cry out—instead, she glared resentfully at Millie, hatred growing in her heart.
One day, she’d definitely become the Witch and show Millie who’s boss!
Just then, the communication crystal suddenly rang.
There were two kinds of communication crystals: portable and fixed. Simply put, like cell phones and landlines back on Blue Star.
The fixed type was cheaper, and every room had one.
The one ringing now was the fixed crystal.
Filusha wiped the frivolous look from her face and answered. On the other end, the Pope’s lazy voice came through.
“Filusha, are you up yet?”
“Your Holiness, I am already up.”
“Millie’s in your room, isn’t she?”
Filusha was startled and instinctively glanced at Millie.
She hadn’t expected the Pope’s information network to be so sharp.
Could it be because of Doma’s shouting earlier, alerting spies in the corridor? Or did the Pope know about their relationship since last night?
As expected of the Pope—what a sly old fox!
“Yes, Your Holiness, Millie is resting in my room.”
“I think it’s not as simple as ‘resting,’ is it?” The Pope’s voice was tinged with anger. “Enough, both of you come to my office—I have urgent business with you.”
“As you command, Your Holiness.”
After hanging up, Filusha looked at Millie.
Millie shrank back a little; she’d heard the Pope’s voice too. Communication crystals were basically like speakerphones—pretty much a live broadcast.
“The Pope, she’s not suspicious of us, right?”
“She definitely is,” Filusha replied. “I just checked your body, and last night you rushed into my arms. It’s easy to imagine we made some kind of deal.”
“Mmm, this is all your fault!——”
You just had to take advantage when I was weak and make me wear a catgirl outfit!
Even if we’d waited just two more days, the Pope wouldn’t suspect a thing.
“It’s fine, we’ll stick to the plan.”
They had it all rehearsed: Filusha checked Millie’s body, felt bad about it, so she took responsibility, and the two became a couple.
“I’m warning you, don’t say anything unnecessary!”
Filusha pinched Millie’s cheek, her anger flaring. “Don’t go saying I’m your lovesick puppy, or the Pope will get suspicious and we’ll both be in trouble!”
“Mmm, I won’t say anything…”
Millie could tell when to back down.
She’d just wanted to humiliate Filusha before, but now that it was serious, she wouldn’t say a word too many—more words meant more chances to slip up.
“All right, let’s go.”
Filusha grabbed Millie’s hand.
Millie’s body jolted, her face instantly turning bright red.
Ahh, the seams of the robe were rubbing against some weird spots.
“Wait, I’m not wearing underwear yet…”
Millie tried to pull free, but Filusha only held on tighter.
“It’s fine, you’ve got your robe—let’s go!”
“Mmm, no, wait—!”
She couldn’t escape and could only let Filusha drag her out of the room. Millie shyly covered her chest, terrified someone might notice. She felt so embarrassed—going commando in public!
Luckily, the robe was long enough, so it shouldn’t be see-through, right?