Inside the office, Filusha leaned back against her chair.
She cast a spell, burning the secret letter in her hand to ashes.
She had to admit, the confessional was an extremely hidden place. No matter how cunning the Pope was, he would never suspect that Filusha’s companions had disguised themselves as penitent commoners.
And then, within the confessional, they exchanged information.
The Gutram gathering site wasn’t within the territory of their Blood Alliance. After receiving news last night, Filusha immediately sent word to her subordinates.
She ordered her subordinates to thoroughly investigate the Gutram gathering site.
The intelligence had now returned. It turned out the Gutram Blood Alliance could transform Silver Seduction’s Breath into magic power through a ritual.
So, they had been spreading bewitching potions everywhere.
The potion’s formula had originally been leaked by the Moonchant Alliance. They had modified the potion, making its effects last longer and adding a dependency, causing many people to be unable to extricate themselves.
These people were completely different from the creed of the Moonchant Alliance.
All for profit, they were even willing to harm ordinary people? Truly shameful. But since they weren’t allies, Filusha could destroy them without hesitation.
Coincidentally, the Pope was starting to suspect Filusha.
Why not use the Gutram stronghold as a show of loyalty?
In truth, Filusha was the Young Mistress of the Moonchant Alliance.
The Moonchant Alliance was the largest Blood Alliance—unlike the others, they dared to confront the Church of the Goddess head-on. Filusha herself had thoroughly humiliated Milly.
However, the leader of the Blood Alliance had been captured by the Church of the Goddess. She hadn’t been executed, but was secretly detained at some unknown location, their goal to drain her magic.
Filusha clenched her teeth and slammed her fist on the desk.
She and the Church of the Goddess were irreconcilable. She had to rescue her mother.
A clue had already been found: the prisoner was said to be held somewhere in the northern snowy mountains, and the cell door was reinforced with a special magic circle.
Only the blood of the Saintess could open the door.
This was also why Filusha humiliated Milly but didn’t kill her.
Filusha was a false Saintess; her blood was useless. Only Milly could open that door, and only then could she rescue her mother.
The plan was already in place. Milly was nothing more than a caged bird.
Filusha was determined to make Milly fall hopelessly in love with her!
At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway.
The footsteps drew closer, and then the door was knocked. Before Filusha could respond, the door was thrown open and Soyana burst in.
“Soyana? What’s the emergency?”
Soyana took a couple of deep breaths, then suddenly grabbed Filusha by the collar.
“Filusha!” She yanked Filusha close. “I already gave Milly to you, and you still let her get hurt!”
“What? What happened to Milly?”
“Milly’s been drugged. Aren’t you going to check on her?”
“What did you say?——”
Drugged? How could that be? Milly didn’t have any enemies, did she?
Wasn’t she the beloved girl in the Church of the Goddess? Even after becoming my partner, they were a golden couple—no one should be jealous or resentful, right?
Or was it Soyana?
Did she try to take Milly by force, but Milly resisted to the end, so now she’s trying to play the victim first?
“All right, just go. Only you can relieve her symptoms.”
“You don’t have to tell me. Milly is my little beloved.”
Filusha shoved Soyana aside, quickly straightened her collar, and strode out. Soyana watched Filusha’s retreating figure, her heart twisting like a knife.
If she could, she wished she could help Milly herself.
She wanted to touch her skin, to make a vow of love with her.
Unfortunately, Milly didn’t love her. All she could do was hide in the corridor, listening to the sounds of intimacy from the room, numbing herself with fantasies.
Milly curled up on the bed.
Her breathing was rapid, her face flushed, and fine beads of sweat covered her neck.
She tensed her body, struggling desperately. The feeling of being so close to the peak, yet unable to reach it, made Milly shiver uncontrollably.
“Ugh, someone, please let me go!”
Even if Big Sister isn’t here, couldn’t someone else come comfort me?
Who tied me up here, anyway? Is this some sort of ‘restraint play,’ just to watch me in distress?
“Nn… Filusha-nee…”
Milly’s consciousness grew hazy, and she began to fantasize about scenes of passion.
Suddenly, the images in her mind froze.
Milly sucked in a breath—how could she just give in like that? She didn’t even like Filusha, so why was she imagining such shameful things?
Just then, the door gave a “click.”
“Milly, I’m coming in, all right?”
Hearing Filusha’s voice, Milly nearly lost control.
Thank goodness, Filusha-nee is here! I don’t have to endure it anymore. I can’t wait for Filusha-nee to push me down and do all sorts of unspeakable things!
No, wait—why am I giving in?
I hate Filusha! It’s all her fault I’m like this!
Crash!——
The door swung open, and Filusha strode in.
She wore her Saintess robes, looking incredibly dashing. Milly’s body went limp, her eyes full of longing as she looked at Filusha, her earlier resolve evaporating in an instant.
“Filusha-nee~~”
Milly twisted her body, deliberately showing off her charms.
“N-no… stay away from me!——”
Regaining her senses, Milly struggled to resist.
She wouldn’t beg, she wouldn’t give in!
Even if tormented by a charm potion, Milly would grit her teeth and endure. It wasn’t a big deal—she’d drunk these potions before, and had long since developed resistance!
“Milly, what a naughty child you are.”
Filusha looked at Milly with gentle affection, her eyes lingering on Milly’s heaving chest. Milly was so ashamed, she wished she could crawl into a hole.
“All right, why not just be honest?”
Filusha poked Milly’s cheek.
It wasn’t even a sensitive spot, yet Milly felt like waves were crashing over her.
“Ugh, don’t touch me…”
No good, her mind was going to break.
Bad Filusha, taking advantage of me now—if you’ve got guts, come at me head-on! Taking advantage of the situation doesn’t make you a hero!
“All right, I’ll give you the chance to refuse.”
Filusha waved her hand. Golden magic severed the ropes.
Milly was finally free. She rubbed her wrists, quickly covering her chest. She shrank back, curling up in the corner, not wanting Filusha to take advantage.
Filusha wasn’t in a hurry. She simply waited in silence.
In the end, Milly completely gave in.
She grabbed Filusha’s hand, her tear-stained face lifted.
“Come on, stay with me!”
“What is it, have you surrendered?”
“I surrender, I won’t pretend anymore.” Milly took a step forward, leaping into Filusha’s arms with a spoiled whimper. “Hurry, I can’t wait any longer!~~”
“Come, I’ll comfort you properly.”
Filusha embraced Milly, kissing her deeply.
The kiss was domineering, but Milly enjoyed it immensely. She wrapped her arms around Filusha’s neck, calling her name again and again.
Filusha’s interest was piqued. She pushed Milly onto the bed.
Milly felt dizzy, regaining a bit of composure.
How did she end up giving in? How did she end up being pushed down by Filusha?
But, faced with Filusha’s advances, Milly couldn’t think anymore. They were partners, after all—seeking each other’s bodies was perfectly natural, wasn’t it?
Filusha-nee, you have to take good care of me!
Today, I want to be even more indulgent!