“However, this also reminded me… Sister has always been so headstrong and unruly.”
There was a slight hint of grievance in Sophia’s tone as she placed her hand on Floria’s shoulder, gently squeezing it before leaning close to her ear.
“So, I have to figure out a way to make Sister behave a little more obediently when she’s by my side.”
“What do you mean… huh?!”
Floria, sitting on the chair by the dressing table, was suddenly caught off guard as Sophia cupped her face from the side, warm fragrance washing over her.
“You… why are you suddenly coming at me like this…! Just now you weren’t—!”
Floria’s composure shattered instantly.
“Sister, I order you to be more proactive this time. Remember to stick your tongue out yourself, okay?”
Sophia’s sweet smile reappeared on her face, but it was unsettling—her eyes and expression were filled with a dark jealousy and overflowing possessiveness.
“You… you wish! Sophia, I didn’t expect that after all these years apart, you would even say such filthy things…”
“Hehe… Although Sister’s heart isn’t with me, this fragile body of yours is firmly under my control—”
“Sophia?! You—ugh!”
Before Floria could resist, darkness clouded her vision—Sophia forcefully bit her lips without giving her a moment to breathe.
But unlike before, Floria felt that Sophia’s “suction” was especially strong this time.
The little magic power she had left inside was forcibly drawn toward her mouth, then drained into Sophia’s body.
“Mm mm mm…!”
Panicked, Floria shook her head violently, pounded on Sophia’s shoulders, and even stomped on her foot with her high-heeled princess shoes, but none of it worked.
She could feel her magic power, along with the even more precious magic source inside her, being completely sucked dry.
As her magic was drained, a strange new sensation overwhelmed her head—a dizzy, almost masochistic tingling that was oddly addictive.
Soon after, their lips parted.
Sophia licked her lips with relish, releasing her hands from Floria’s cheeks, and her expression softened back into a smile.
Floria, on the other hand, slumped lifelessly in her chair, too weak even to raise a hand.
“Sister, aren’t you curious about what just happened?”
“Huff… huff… huff…”
Floria was too busy catching her breath, her eyes glazed over with a mist of grievance as she stared blankly at her.
“I just absorbed all of Sister’s magic source~”
At those words, Floria’s breath tightened, disbelief and despair flashing in her pupils.
“In that case, Sister won’t be able to recover her magic power for a very long time, right?”
Sophia’s sweet voice laughed softly, but her words sounded cruel and merciless to Floria, chilling her to the bone.
The magic source was a crystallized essence of magic power naturally present in a person’s body, used to control, cultivate, and wield magic.
To Floria, it was akin to the Spirit Root in cultivation worlds or the Magic Girl Soul Gem in magical girl settings—though with some differences in nature.
A person’s magic source strength and attribute type were mostly fixed at birth and determined their aptitude in magic cultivation and affinity for various magic types.
If a person’s magic source was completely taken away, they basically couldn’t interact with magic at all until their body regenerated a new one.
The problem was… under normal circumstances, unless the person willingly gave it up, magic source could not be “absorbed” by an external force.
Unless…
Thinking of a certain possibility, Floria’s heart skipped a beat.
“Do you remember, Sister, back then you suppressed my original magic source with a potion and lied to me that my magic aptitude was disappearing, that I couldn’t become a Paladin, then you infused your magic source into me?”
Sophia began speaking slowly.
“In the days that followed… you used your magic source as a threat, warning me that if I disobeyed, you’d withdraw it and turn me into an ordinary person with no magic at all.”
“Those words you said back then kept that ignorant me in constant fear and anxiety, forced to serve you just to protect my magic.”
Her gaze met Floria’s as she grinned:
“And now, the tides have turned, and Sister has finally fallen into my hands.”
Floria lowered her head silently, realization dawning in her heart.
So that’s it… the bitter fruit she had sown back then was finally ripening…
After all, unless the magic sources were the exact same type and identical in every way, they couldn’t flow between bodies without rejection.
Seeing the change in Floria’s expression, Sophia stopped teasing and explained directly:
“That’s right. Looks like Sister figured it out—I still have the magic source you infused into me back then.
“Using that ‘gift’ from you, combined with a little magic trick, I can completely drain your magic source in return.
“Sister has now become an ordinary person with no magic power left. You should behave a bit better now, right?”
“You… Sophia! You… you cruel, wicked woman! How dare you treat me like this…!”
Although she knew she was in the wrong, Floria couldn’t help but burst out, furious and incoherent.
“Shh—Sister, quiet down, quiet down~”
Sophia pressed a finger gently against her lips.
“I do know that magic power is indispensable to you.
“So, I was very kind and left you a way to recover it.”
Sophia chuckled slyly, trailing a fingertip over her rosy lips as a hint.
“In general, magic source will flow naturally from areas of high concentration to low concentration—that’s something Sister taught me, after all~
“So, as long as Sister initiates intimate contact with me, like holding hands or hugging, without any other measures, the magic source will gradually flow back to you naturally~
“Of course, mouth-to-mouth absorption is the second most efficient method, so I strongly recommend Sister use that way~
“But if Sister wants to recover faster, we can also engage in deeper intimacy like true lovers~”
Looking at the mischievous, triumphant grin on her face, Floria felt a burning rage in her stomach.
“Nonsense! You actually want me to actively… kiss… or something like that… Hmph, Sophia, you’re dreaming!”
Floria angrily waved her tiny fists and bared her teeth fiercely at Sophia.
“I’d rather never have a magic source again than stoop so low as to approach someone like you… never!”
But with her flushed cheeks and delicate figure, clad in that elegant dress, she looked nothing but cute and adorable—utterly lacking any semblance of authority or threat.
“Hehe~ Is that so? Then we’ll see—how long can Sister endure life without magic?”
Sophia covered her mouth and giggled.