Chapter 83: Perhaps You Could Try Being a Bit More Honest

“Uh…”

A faint, weak moan escaped her lips uncontrollably.

Even though Seraphina quickly covered her mouth, it was already too late.

That sound rang out exceptionally clear in the silent room, carrying a coquettish charm that even she found hard to believe.

What she found even more unbelievable was that, with this moan, her body seemed to gain independent consciousness.

It was shamefully responding to those unspeakable imaginings.

“No… I don’t understand…”

Seraphina abruptly stood up, stumbling to the window.

She flung it open, letting the cold outside air rush in to brush against her burning skin.

She gripped the windowsill with both hands, forcing her gaze toward the sky beyond the Demon Realm, trying to calm her thoughts.

This strange notion—she still couldn’t fully comprehend it.

Why had it suddenly come…

…

“Seraphina?”

Movira’s voice came from behind, seemingly at the doorway.

She didn’t approach further.

“You look very off. Do you need my help?”

“No! Get out!”

Seraphina’s voice trembled slightly, the ending note softening, carrying no deterrent force at all.

The cold air only cleared her mind for a brief moment.

Soon after, it made the touched areas even more sensitive.

Movira did not leave.

Instead, her footsteps approached lightly, stopping not far behind her. “The wind from the window is strong. You’ll catch a chill easily.”

…

A soft outer robe carrying Movira’s body warmth was gently draped over Seraphina’s shoulders, covering her trembling body—whether from cold or something else.

Movira’s cool fragrance mixed with warmth wafted over, strangely soothing that restlessness.

Yet it also quietly amplified another craving.

“Seraphina, I’ve told you—avoiding it won’t make it disappear completely. The more you suppress it, the worse the rebound will be.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about!”

Seraphina refuted almost immediately, but her voice weakened due to her turmoil.

She could feel that hot current surging uncontrollably within her body.

It brought a shameful, tingling softness to the base of her thighs.

Movira’s scent was like a poison that ignited desire.

Seraphina’s eyes gradually lost focus, her steps grew unsteady, and her back leaned against the windowsill again.

Her fingertips turned white from gripping too hard.

Movira sighed softly. “Look, you can barely stand. Seraphina, let me help you. Just like… helping you unblock disordered magic power. This is another form of ‘lesson’—teaching you how to make peace with your body.”

“This is completely different!”

Seraphina tried to refute again, but the strangeness in her body was no longer just shameful—it carried a hint of fear.

Her voice even took on a tearful note.

When Movira reached out to support her trembling arm, that steady support actually evoked a shameful sense of dependence.

She wanted to shake it off, but her body…

“Shh, don’t think about anything else. This is just a big sister taking care of her little sister—in that aspect.”

Movira’s voice was low and deep.

Her other hand naturally encircled Seraphina’s waist, half-supporting, half-carrying her away from the window.

“It’s too cold here. It’s not good for your body.”

Seraphina was almost swept along in the movement.

Her rational mind screamed, but her body’s craving entwined her, leaving her unable to resist.

Even… with a trace of anticipation.

But at least the “sisters” excuse served as a flimsy shield in this moment.

Seraphina hinted to herself that this was just normal interaction between sisters.

It made her feel a little better.

The sinking sensation of the soft mattress made Seraphina involuntarily swallow.

After settling her down, Movira knelt on one knee by the bed, meeting her eye level.

This posture carried a humility uncharacteristic of her, yet also her innate sense of control—contradictory and coexisting.

“It’s much warmer here.”

Seraphina stared at the ceiling, her gaze seemingly unfocused.

She still didn’t dare look at her.

Her long lashes trembled violently.

She could feel Movira’s gaze almost solidifying, lingering on her vulnerable neck and slightly open collar.

When the other’s palm slowly covered her lower abdomen, transmitting gentle warmth and just the right pressure through the clothes, Seraphina couldn’t suppress an extremely faint whimper.

“Relax. Leave it to me.”

Movira’s voice seemed infused with some magic, hypnotic.

“This isn’t shameful. You need to accept it. Relax first. Get used to it, and we’ll go further…”

Following this guidance.

Seraphina’s breathing gradually lost its steadiness.

Her body assumed a posture she herself couldn’t understand.

Her fingertips unconsciously clutched the fabric of her clothes.

That gently guided sensation rippled outward like water blossoms, softly shaking her emotions.

Movira quietly watched the changes in her expression.

A trace of emotion flashed in her eyes.

She actively controlled the pace.

“Yes, just like that…”

When the accumulated tension dispersed, the bird ceased flapping its wings.

A final, gentle, lingering sound of flight flashed through the air—mild and prolonged.

As if suddenly drained of strength, her form gradually sank.

And Movira extended her hand just in time, catching the exhausted bird as it descended.

She wrapped it with a “handkerchief” and gathered it into her embrace.

Letting that rapid heartbeat gradually return to calm.

It took a long time for Seraphina to recover from that blank state.

She immediately wanted to break free from the embrace. “You… you again…”

Her cheeks burned scorching hot, yet she couldn’t even form a complete rebuke.

“What about me? I was only helping my little sister resolve a small bodily issue, so you can sleep peacefully.”

Movira deliberately emphasized “little sister,” her eyes carrying an elusive smile. “Now, do you feel better?”

“Get out!”

Seraphina glared at her fiercely, her chest heaving dramatically.

But in the end, she could only force these three words through gritted teeth.

“Alright, then goodnight in advance. I still have matters to attend to.”

Movira stood, walking to the door.

Before leaving, she glanced back at her once more.

“Next time, if you need it again, perhaps you could try being a bit more honest.”

“Get out!!!”

The door closed softly, leaving Seraphina alone, curled up on the wide bed.

The air still lingered with an ambiguous atmosphere.

“Bastard! Pervert!”

She wasn’t sure if she was cursing herself or Movira.

Anyway, she just vented everything that had just happened with these insignificant words.

“No… this can’t go on!”

If she continued such close contact with Movira, who knew which day she would…

Even as sisters, this was absolutely not okay!

This was too abnormal!