“Sophia! C-Calm down!
Stop this at once! What you’re doing… has crossed the line—!”
Hearing Floria’s frantic protests, Sophia sighed softly before curling her lips into a wry smile and speaking in an almost teasing tone:
“Oh, dear sister~ It’s just a trivial matter, nothing for you to be so flustered about.”
Her calm and soothing voice sounded comforting and warm—if one chose to ignore the restless little hand that hadn’t quite found its way out from beneath Floria’s skirt.
“What trivial matter… Take your hand away! And… my clothes—!”
Floria’s face flushed with shame as she used her free arm to shield her neckline, but Sophia took advantage of that moment to lean in closer.
With her fingertips teasing, she glided and pressed along the smooth, delicate skin of the witch’s exposed shoulder and slender neck, caressing the sensitive flesh barely covered by clothing.
“Sister, why such a strong reaction? Shouldn’t you be used to this kind of service from me by now?”
Sophia tilted her head, genuinely puzzled as she asked, her expression sincere.
But it was obvious to Floria that Sophia was only pretending to be naive.
“I… never ordered you to do this—”
Floria’s voice was firm, but before she could finish, Sophia scooped her up from the wheelchair and pressed her against the wall with a soft thud.
“You’re so light now, sister~ It’s nothing like when you used to sit on me back then—”
One of Sophia’s arms slipped beneath Floria’s skirt between her legs, lifting her waist, while the other wrapped around her shoulders and the back of her neck.
Floria was thus pinned firmly against the wall, forced into an embarrassing pose with her legs spread and body curled inwards.
“You… you beast… put me down this instant… I order you!”
Floria’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and anger, as blood rushed to her face.
“Don’t tell me you’ve really forgotten, sister?”
Holding the witch gently, Sophia whispered again:
“Remember that first night when you tricked me into coming to your place? In the changing room outside the bath, didn’t you have me serve you just like this—helping you undress?”
Floria’s face stiffened, and long-buried memories rushed back.
It had been years ago—too many to count.
Back then, after she had sabotaged Sophia’s Knight Qualification Test and caused her to fail, she coaxed her into becoming her ‘final disciple.’
That first night in her residence, Floria had forced Sophia to bathe with her.
Of course, just bathing together wasn’t enough to fulfill the villain system’s tasks. Floria’s command was to help her remove every piece of clothing.
Sophia at that time was an innocent, inexperienced girl—too shy to even approach a beautiful older sister like Floria. Her face would flush bright red, she’d stammer incoherently, tremble uncontrollably, and even choke back tears.
Seeing her trembling so badly, Floria only pressed harder, ordering Sophia not to use her hands at all, but to undo all the ribbons and take off her dress using only her teeth and tongue. Not completing it meant she couldn’t leave.
That experience was a harsh awakening—a cruel initiation that left young, naïve Sophia shocked by the villainous woman she served, and set the grim tone for all the hardships she would endure under Floria’s roof thereafter.
The memory ended there.
Floria could hardly believe how the once obedient, shy little girl had turned into the figure before her now
“Back then… it was only because we were bathing together… it’s not bath time now—”
Floria stammered, trying to justify herself.
“Oh? But I seem to recall, even in everyday life, you often asked me to massage you as part of your service.”
Sophia still didn’t loosen her grip; instead, she tightened her embrace.
Her warm body heat transferred through the fabric to Floria, awakening especially sensitive spots beneath her skin.
“How strange. I’m doing exactly the same things as back then, yet your reaction is so different—You even ordered me to join in more extreme ‘games’ before, didn’t you?”
Sophia’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she greedily surveyed the flushed witch curled in her arms.
Floria’s breathing grew shallow as she gradually realized her predicament.
In the past, backed by the villain system’s aid, she could handle any sudden situation with overwhelming power, never falling into such helplessness.
Moreover, the system helped her exploit others’ weaknesses and secrets, even those of a seemingly pristine Holy Nun, manipulating their hidden desires.
This meant that no matter how arrogant or wicked she acted before, she always remained invincible.
But now, that reliable villain system had vanished without a trace.
On top of that, Floria’s current strength was much diminished from before, and after her last failed escape, she’d injured her spine and still dared not walk much.
All these disadvantages, combined with being the guilty party seeking shelter, left Floria with no defense against Sophia’s relentless teasing.
Still, despite everything, Floria’s face hardened in anger as she tried to summon the authority she once had as Grand Paladin.
If she showed weakness now, Sophia would only grow more brazen.
She fought to reclaim her former dignity and sternly ordered:
“That’s enough, Sophia!
“Since this is your first offense, I’ll let it slide for now. But release me at once and leave my house! The further you go, the better—this is an order!”
“An order…?”
Floria’s sharp eyes caught a flicker of distraction in Sophia’s gaze, a thoughtful glint that made her hurry on:
“Yes, an order! Do you refuse to obey my command?”
“Heh…”
Sophia was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing.
It was a bright, cheerful laugh, like she’d just heard a joke.
“Oh, sister~ I thought you’d only shrunk in body, but I never imagined your mind would turn just as childish and adorable.”
“W-What do you mean…”
Floria’s expression stiffened.
“Sister, don’t you see the situation? Your whole body is trembling weakly in my arms, yet you can still say such stern ‘orders’…”
Sophia teased, eyes sparkling with amusement as she toyed with Floria’s soft hands.
Floria’s cheeks burned even hotter, the crimson flush creeping to her ears and forehead, steam seeming to rise from her heated skin.
Despite the embarrassment, she was powerless to resist, trapped by Sophia’s tight grip, her personal space shrinking with each inch Sophia pressed closer.
Her pupils fluttered, eyes growing glassy as she struggled to breathe, lips parting weakly, silently begging for relief.
“St-Stop… it…!”
Floria’s delicate face was full of plaintive sorrow, but also tinged with shy coyness.
Her sparkling eyes locked nervously on Sophia as she summoned her last ounce of strength, biting her lip and whining in a half-playful, half-annoyed tone.
“I know all about those ticklish spots of yours here, here, and here~ Just a little massage and you turn into a puddle, don’t you?”
Sophia chuckled softly, a hint of fond nostalgia in her voice.
“You did so many horrible things to me back then, sister. Now I’m just taking a little revenge. Is that so wrong?”
“Ugh… no… you can’t…”
Floria kept protesting, though her resistance weakened as she weakly pushed at Sophia.
“Hmm… Since you’re saying ‘no’ so clearly, sister, I suppose I’m a considerate and well-mannered Holy Knight after all.
“But you really are quite stubborn~ That makes things difficult for me—”
“H-Hey…?”
Floria blinked in confusion, just as Sophia released her hold and gently settled her back into the wheelchair.
“Now, let me think about how to make you obey me willingly~”
A triumphant smirk tugged at the corner of Sophia’s lips.
“You’re dreaming!”
Floria flailed her tiny fists, nervously protesting.
But Sophia paid no mind to her weak threats. Instead, she thoughtfully rubbed her chin, eyes sparkling as an idea dawned, and chuckled again:
“Oh! Sister, that new little apprentice you took in—she dreams of joining the Sacred Maiden Knight Order too, right?
“I saw her test performance in town. She’s really talented, I’m rooting for her.”
Floria’s pupils dilated sharply at those words.
It was exactly the same line she’d used when she first lured young Sophia into her home all those years ago.
“And… she looks so much like you… could it be that she’s actually your—”
“N-No! That’s not—”
Floria cut her off, breathless and flustered.
“Alright, alright. I get it, sister, you have your little secrets~”
Sophia shrugged, feigning helplessness.
“She’s such a sweet child. Whenever we’re in town, she talks about you every three sentences—it’s like she’s your biggest fan.
“But… she seems to know nothing about your past.
“Sister, what do you think would happen if I told her all about your ‘great achievements’ back then, with plenty of evidence? How would she react?”
“You…! Sylvie is a good girl! S-She would never betray me!”
Floria’s anger choked her words, barely able to finish her sentence.
“Oh? Is that so?”
Sophia’s eyes gleamed as she stared at Floria in the wheelchair, then whispered conspiratorially:
“…In that case, sister, surely you wouldn’t want your child to find out that her teacher was once such a wicked villain, would you?”
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