In the early morning, Seraphina’s eyelids fluttered, and she was the first to wake from her sleep.
The blurry memory fragments from last night then rushed into her mind one after another, startling her.
She abruptly opened her eyes, and the first thing she felt was the heat in her arms.
Looking down, she saw that Movira was actually resting her head on her chest, sleeping deeply.
A cascade of black hair was spread across her chest, and the hot breath from her breathing seeped through the thin nightgown, bringing a tingling and itchy sensation.
This scene made Seraphina’s face flush crimson in an instant.
She… why is she sleeping in my arms?! And in this… position…
Then intense regret and fear swept over her.
She had truly lost her head last night and dared to treat Movira like that!
With the other’s personality of exacting revenge for every slight… a punishment was definitely unavoidable.
Looking back now, Movira’s appearance last night should have been truly drunk, but even if the other was muddled, she was absolutely not someone Seraphina could contend with!
The huge panic made her want to leave this place as quickly as possible, preferably before Movira woke up.
What was wrong with me at the time… Yet how was that possible?
She only gently shifted her shoulder a little.
The Movira who had seemed dead asleep let out a soft hum, and the arm around her waist suddenly tightened, firmly pinning her in place.
Seraphina was so scared she didn’t dare move at all, holding her breath.
Right after, she felt the head on her chest seem to nuzzle against her slightly raised chest, and then… Movira actually buried her face even deeper, her nose tip pressing against the nightgown!
She even quietly and deeply took a breath…
“Mm…” Satisfied sighs spilled from Movira’s mouth one after another, and she even nuzzled once more before dazedly lifting her head.
Movira opened her eyes, also recovering her usual clarity, and looked straight at the completely petrified Seraphina whose face was flushed red.
Their eyes met.
Seraphina’s mind went blank.
She was stunned by Movira’s sudden awakening and could only stare with a pair of wet eyes, looking at Movira in terror and helplessness, her lips trembling.
“S-sorry… Sister… I was wrong… I won’t dare do it again!”
Looking at her completely terrified appearance, Movira knew that the effect of the previous punishment had been sufficient.
She propped her head up with one hand and lay on her side looking at her: “You know you were wrong? Mm… When you’ve done something wrong, shouldn’t you accept punishment?”
“Punishment?!” This word once again touched the tightly stretched string in Seraphina’s heart, and almost by reflex she reached out to cover the place that had suffered “education” last time, her voice trembling.
“C-can we change to a different punishment… We’ll probably see a lot of people today… Please don’t use that kind of punishment…”
Heavens, she didn’t even dare believe what would happen if she had to go through it again…
“Oh? You don’t want that one anymore? Then what kind of punishment method do you still want?”
“Me? I… I don’t know…” Seraphina looked a little like she was about to cry in urgency.
Her mind raced, yet only produced a mess of results, and she could only think of the previous kind.
“What else is there?!”
She desperately tried to think, but the more urgent she was the less she could come up with anything, and in the end she could only plead bitterly:
“Sister… help me think of one… but it just can’t be that one… okay, okay please…”
Seraphina was so anxious her eyes had turned red, yet she still had to ask herself for a punishment method; Movira only felt she looked extremely pitiful, but at the same time felt even more like bullying her thoroughly!
Movira’s finger tapped her forehead that was burning from nervousness. “Change to another one? Sure.”
She seemed to have already prepared another option long ago, yet she didn’t say it immediately and instead asked Seraphina another question in return. “You… are you sure you want to agree?”
“I’m sure!” Seraphina barely thought and directly blurted it out. “No matter what the punishment is, it’s better than that one! …Right?”
Then she would just… endure it. Unless it was that kind of… that kind of punishment… If it really was… then could she still resist…
“Good! Then for the next three days, as long as I’m by your side, without my permission, you’re not allowed to say the word ‘no’!”
“Ah?” Seraphina didn’t react for a moment.
Her mind was still thinking about those not-so-nice punishments, so she blankly blinked her eyes.
Movira continued to add, a teasing tone hanging in her voice: “It’s very simple. When I ask you questions, or tell you to do some reasonable small things, I won’t make things difficult for you, but you can’t use words like ‘don’t want to,’ ‘no,’ ‘don’t feel like it,’ and so on that directly refuse to answer.
“You can stay silent, hesitate, or say ‘let me think about it,’ but you just can’t directly say ‘no,’ and you also can’t ignore my questions or requests. Understood?”
This punishment didn’t seem to involve physical pain, nor any obvious sense of humiliation, but Seraphina realized the “sinister” part in it—it was clearly an open scheme!
With Movira’s personality, she would definitely take advantage of the condition that her “right to refuse” had been stripped away and then propose some requests or questions that she would find hard to handle!
“This… what kind of punishment is this…” Seraphina muttered softly.
Movira started talking nonsense with a straight face again, secretly switching concepts to lure Seraphina into her train of thought.
“This isn’t corporal punishment; it’s training in ‘language norms.’ Between sisters, things should be more harmonious. Always being used to saying ‘no’ hurts feelings too much. We’ll take this opportunity to improve the relationship a little.”
She deliberately emphasized the words “sisterly relationship,” the smile in her eyes almost impossible to suppress.
“Now, answer me: do you accept this punishment? You can say ‘I accept,’ or stay silent for a while, but you just can’t directly say ‘no,’ okay?”
Movira looked into her eyes and began the first “practical exercise.”
Seraphina opened her mouth, the word “no” almost slipping out, yet she forced herself to swallow it back.
Her face flushed from holding it in, and in the end she could only lower her eyes and yield as she said, “I accept.”
“Good girl.” Movira smiled in satisfaction and ruffled the top of her hair.
Then she threw off the covers and got out of bed, bare feet stepping on the soft carpet, turned back to Seraphina who was still sitting on the bed, and held out a hand as she said:
“Come, my little sinner, come over. I’ll help you comb your hair. Let’s begin!”
“Wait! When you asked me just now whether I accepted or not, the punishment hadn’t started yet, right?!” Seraphina finally realized the trap from earlier.
“You’ve already said that you would accept it!” Movira wore a smile of a successful scheme.
“You! You tricked me! That doesn’t count!” Seraphina pointed at Movira and said indignantly.
“Alright, alright, then I’ll ask again: do you want to protest?”
“I protest!”
“Protest invalid! Come, I’ll comb your hair for you.”
“You! Forget it…” The moment Seraphina thought of the gap in strength between herself and Movira, she immediately deflated.