Floria had never felt like this before.
Her face flushed crimson, her heart pounding wildly, her entire skin burning hot with embarrassment and shame.
Uwaa… It was supposed to be just about listening to Sophia’s plan for Sylvie’s enrollment… that’s why she reluctantly agreed to follow her into the bedroom—
How did things end up like this…!?
“Ugh…”
A helpless little whimper slipped from her throat.
Floria’s overwhelming maidenly shame left her unable to face the awkward situation, and she hastily averted her gaze, glancing toward the empty air on the other side.
But in trying to avoid the situation, she accidentally caught sight of herself reflected in the nearby dressing mirror.
At some point, the hem of Floria’s dress had slipped down to the bend of her elbow.
The fabric that once covered her delicate shoulders and elegant collarbones now hung empty and loose.
The girl reflected in the mirror was flushed deeply red, lips slightly parted, breathing quick and panicked.
And on her own face, the shame painted a tender pink flush, her cherry-like lips opening and closing softly, breaths shallow and coquettish, the alluring expression at once vulnerable and provocatively hesitant—Floria herself couldn’t help but feel a stir deep within.
Damn it… how could this happen… I’m resisting with all my heart, I swear…
But in the mirror, the posture between her and Sophia was unbearably intimate: Floria was not only straddling Sophia’s legs, her slender legs instinctively wrapped around the other’s waist, and one hand lightly pressed against Sophia’s head.
From certain angles, as Sophia leaned close to Floria’s chest, it looked almost like a young mother nursing her child—so intimate it was almost too much to bear to look directly.
Realizing this, Floria felt her cheeks burn even hotter.
Coupled with the flushed face in the mirror, biting her lower lip tightly, the strange expression on her face, a pitiful thought surged up inside her:
My dignity as a senior… after this humiliating ordeal… must be mostly lost already…
Damn it… how did it come to this… If this keeps up, I won’t be able to face anyone anymore…!
Floria cursed silently in her heart, but the sight of herself in the mirror made her even more unable to look straight ahead.
Her flushed face, ragged breath, eyes shining with panic and shame intertwined—she felt almost like a stranger.
Leaving aside Sophia’s thoughts, even Floria herself couldn’t help but feel a flutter of springtime longing upon seeing the tender, vulnerable, yet enticing self in the mirror.
If only I hadn’t struggled so much at first… maybe I wouldn’t have ended up this ashamed…
That fleeting thought flashed through Floria’s mind before she shook her head hard, throwing it aside.
No, no… I can’t think like that!
To preserve my dignity and prepare for my future comeback…
Even if I’m at a disadvantage for now, I can’t give up on my principles!
Anyway… I just have to endure it… For now, my goal is one word: endure!
Once I get through this harassment… reclaim the little treasury in my bedroom… everything will be fine!
“Big Sister, why so silent now?”
Sophia’s gentle voice whispered teasingly in her ear, full of intimacy.
“Until just now, the little sounds you made from your throat, rising and falling, were really cute~”
“You… hmph!”
As Sophia moved, the buttons on Floria’s dress were undone one by one.
The fabric slid slowly off her shoulder, pooling around her waist.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on her bare skin, making the witch miss even more alluring.
But Floria no longer hurried to cover herself.
Swallowing her shyness, she gathered her courage, lifted her chin, and met Sophia’s gaze directly.
“Hmph… Sophia, you spent so long fussing over changing my clothes, weren’t you just wanting to see this? Well, look all you want. Consider it a special treat from me!”
To Floria’s surprise, Sophia merely pressed her fingertip lightly to her chin, briefly pondering, then smiled with a hint of mockery.
“Big Sister… you look so cute all over, yet you can say such stubborn things. That’s really impressive~”
With those words, Sophia reached out, gently grasping Floria’s wrist.
Her other arm slid around her back, lifting her whole body.
Though her movements were gentle, they held an unyielding certainty as she laid Floria down softly onto the plush bed.
“You… what are you doing… Sophia! I warn you…!”
Beneath her was the soft bed, the faint scent of flowers and herbs lingering in the air.
Floria gazed up at the white ceiling, feeling her heart almost leap from her chest.
She opened her mouth in panic, her tongue trembling, voice shaking:
“Y-you-you-you said… you just wanted to change my clothes?!”
Sophia didn’t answer immediately but leaned forward slightly, lowering her body.
Instinctively, Floria tried to push her away but was shocked to find that although Sophia’s movements didn’t look forceful, her weakening arms could not budge her even an inch.
The scene made her recall how she was overwhelmed at the dining table earlier—but this time, her dress hem had slipped to her waist, her exposed skin shimmering in the afternoon sunlight, making her feel even more helpless.
“At first, I truly only wanted to help Big Sister change.”
Sophia’s voice brushed warmly against her ear, the intimacy making Floria’s heart tremble.
“But seeing such a charming Big Sister like this, who could resist?
So, I changed my mind and decided I must extract a little more… spiritual compensation from the naughty Big Sister~”
“You… you fickle little she-devil! Despicable! Shameless! Lewd! Disgraceful bi—Ugh, ugh ugh ugh!”
Floria angrily tried to curse further, but before she could finish, her tender lips were abruptly covered by Sophia’s.
The sudden intimate contact froze her completely, sending a wave of panic crashing through her mind.
The breath and voice that once belonged solely to her were gradually taken over and teased by Sophia.
To Floria, the entire surrounding space seemed to fall silent, leaving only her frantic, racing heartbeat.
She tried to turn her head away but was held firmly in place.
The contact of lips and tongue threw her mind into chaos, her chest heaving violently, breath becoming erratic.
She wanted to push with all her might, but her hands felt as if they no longer obeyed her, trembling weakly against Sophia’s shoulders.
Sophia’s movements deepened, carrying an undeniable aggression, as if to completely steal her breath away.
Floria was so overwhelmed she could hardly speak, her hurried breathing sounding loud and clear in the quiet afternoon.
At the same time, she sharply sensed that as they pressed closer, a certain power inside her was being drawn out bit by bit by Sophia—that was the very Source of Magic she prided herself on.
Realizing this, her eyes widened in shock, fear and shame churning fiercely in her chest.
She tried to raise a hand to stop Sophia but found her arms weighed down by an invisible force, utterly powerless.
Struggling, she increasingly felt her own magic flowing out from the points of contact between them, continuously siphoned away.
“How… can this be…”
Floria’s pupils dilated, her ruby eyes filled with disbelief.
She tried to shout at Sophia, but no sound came out—only muffled whimpers.
The loss of power caused an unprecedented weakness to rise within her, as if even her consciousness was being dragged into a haze.
Her limbs grew limp, her breathing ragged and uneven, her whole body swallowed by an unexplainable imbalance.
Magic was being ripped from the depths of her body, her vision began to blur, and sounds around her seemed muffled like through foggy water.
She fought to stay focused, but only felt her breath growing more rapid, her body losing control.
The burning heat in her chest and the lack of strength combined to give her the sensation of being hollowed out.
Her fingertips trembled slightly but couldn’t grasp anything steady, weakly resting on Sophia’s body.
“Ugh ugh ugh…”
Fear tightened her ruby eyes wide open, but her sealed cherry lips could only emit despairing whimpers.
How… how could this be… my magic…
Floria’s heart clenched sharply, as if she suddenly understood something.
Eyes wide with panic, she frantically tried to push Sophia away, but her strength poured out like a breached dam, unstoppable.
Why… can Sophia… absorb my Source of Magic—?!
Her thoughts trembled with terror and disbelief.
The hollow feeling inside grew stronger, leaving her utterly weak.
The forcibly drawn magic made her whole body shiver.
She could clearly feel the power being pulled from every part of her.
The strange imbalance stirred deep fear in her heart, yet within that fear lay an indescribable tingling and dizzy sensation.
Her mind was torn apart, suspended between abyss and illusion—she struggled desperately to resist but unknowingly found herself somewhat intoxicated.
The subtle sensation of having her magic greedily sucked away made Floria’s heart uneasy and anxious.
Her fingertips trembled, she wanted to resist but had no strength, only able to feel her magic flowing out continuously, leaving her emptier, her breathing growing more desperate.
She tried to keep herself alert, but the lights and shadows before her eyes flickered, as if the world were spinning.
Fear and powerlessness intertwined in her thoughts, her spirit wavering.
Damn it… once this witch… gets her hands on a Magic Recovery Item… you’ll regret this, Sophia!
Floria clenched her teeth, forcing herself to endure, comforting herself with thoughts like “there is loss for every gain,” “suffering now for sweetness later.”
Sophia… you can only… enjoy your moment of triumph for a little longer… ugh…
She keenly sensed her resistance fading away.
Meanwhile, Sophia’s movements grew more composed, wielding an irresistible control, pushing her closer to a near-lost state of mind.
Floria’s legs kicked about frantically in the air, her arms gripping the sheets tightly, her long nails leaving tangled creases in the fabric.
Her chest heaved violently, sweat beads glimmering faintly in the afternoon sun.
Only when her mind went blank, her body covered in a thin sheen of fragrant sweat, pupils unfocused and dazed, her entire being radiating a delicate and soft aura from face to body, did Sophia finally release her.
Floria collapsed weakly at the edge of the bed, cheeks flushed, breathing fast and ragged, like a drowning person just pulled from the water, gulping in fresh air.
“Big Sister, just a little deep kiss and you’re so much more obedient~”
Sophia murmured softly, satisfaction shining in her eyes.
Floria, completely collapsed into a puddle of weakness on the bed, made no response.
Sophia gently picked her up, handling her like a beloved doll, and placed her by the dresser.
Then, Sophia calmly picked up a brush and began softly combing through Floria’s tangled hair.
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