Bai Shuang gazed into the other girl’s eyes, sensing something uniquely captivating within them.
Faced with such gentle treatment from the nun, she felt no trace of wariness at all.
“But… but I…”
Bai Shuang seemed intent on proving how lowly her own existence was, unwilling to accept the kindness.
But how could Zhou Qingqing possibly let her keep talking like that?
Since she had already decided to fully embrace the Ice Frost Witch, what Zhou Qingqing wanted wasn’t mere gratitude—she wanted genuine reverence and heartfelt dependence from the girl in front of her.
“Stop. If you think the gods won’t forgive you, then let them refuse to forgive you～”
“Sweet little Bai Shuang, just remember this: in this world, no matter who betrays you, no matter who deceives you～”
“I will never, ever do anything to hurt you～”
The words caught in Bai Shuang’s throat.
Hearing such sincere words from someone she had only just met—someone who held the exalted position of Central Nun within the Holy See—left her stunned.
They had met for the very first time, yet this nun already made her feel so safe.
A faint, excited tremor ran through Bai Shuang’s heart.
“S-Sister Nun…”
“Shh. Actually, rather than calling me ‘Sister Nun’～ why don’t you just offer your body to me～”
Bai Shuang’s small face flushed red at those words.
Though still young, she was old enough to understand certain implications.
“If… if it’s you, Sister Nun, then I—I will!”
“Be my little sister. How about that～”
“I’m willing!”
Bai Shuang’s cheeks seemed ready to surrender everything.
She had steeled herself for death, yet not only was she spared, she was being comforted so tenderly.
Already her heart had no room for anyone else—especially after hearing those words, she felt an urge to devote herself completely.
But the moment the words “I’m willing” left her lips…
Bai Shuang froze, as though something had just dawned on her.
She turned her head slightly, puzzled.
“Be… be your little sister?”
“Look at how tiny you are. I’ve always wanted an adorable little sister just like you～”
Seeing the warm, gentle expression on Zhou Qingqing’s face, Bai Shuang experienced a flash of realization—tinged with a hint of disappointment and helplessness.
“Ah… just as a little sister…”
“What? You don’t want to?”
Bai Shuang, still perched on the soft lap, had a dazed look in her eyes.
But upon hearing the question, she hurriedly shook her head.
“N-no! How could I not want to? Becoming Sister Nun’s little sister… I—I’m overjoyed!”
“No calling me ‘Sister Nun.’ Call me Big Sister Qingqing…”
“O-okay, Sister Nun!”
Zhou Qingqing frowned slightly at the response.
Bai Shuang realized a beat too late that she had answered on reflex.
When she saw Zhou Qingqing raise her hand, Bai Shuang instinctively shrank back, thinking she was about to be scolded or punished.
But when she squeezed her eyes shut, the expected pain never came.
Instead, her cheeks were gently squished and kneaded like dough.
“Mmph! Don’t pinch…!”
(‘Don’t pinch anymore!’)
Though it felt a little uncomfortable, Bai Shuang only gave a soft, token protest. Zhou Qingqing, smiling warmly, spoke up.
“I’ll let it slide this time. But if you don’t listen next time, I’ll have to spank your little bottom～”
“!!”
Once her face was released, Bai Shuang rubbed her slightly reddened cheeks.
A mix of shyness and confusion flickered in her eyes.
For the first time, she felt no oppressive aura of authority from the other girl—just the playful teasing of a caring big sister.
The icy wall of caution in her heart slowly began to melt.
After hesitating for two seconds, she shyly lowered her head, clutched the hem of her dress tightly with both hands, and gave a small nod.
Once upon a time, Bai Shuang had hated her identity as a potential witch.
She had also felt utterly helpless—after all, it wasn’t as if she had chosen to become one.
The moment her witch nature was revealed, it seemed the malice of the entire world crashed down on her.
When she had no idea what to do next, this radiant nun had appeared before her like a beacon.
“Mmm… somehow the Holy See doesn’t seem entirely full of bad people after all, and…”
“This Big Sister Qingqing is so gentle… I really like her…”
The dullness that had clouded Bai Shuang’s eyes was replaced by a new, shimmering light.
A shy blush colored her cheeks as she wondered—if Zhou Qingqing had actually asked for something more just now… would she have agreed?
A trace of melancholy passed through her gaze, but feeling this unprecedented tenderness, she already knew the answer deep down.
Slowly, she glanced toward Zhou Qingqing’s deep, midnight-black eyes.
“So… apart from the gods, there really are people with eyes this pure…”
On the other hand, Zhou Qingqing was far less sentimental.
Ever since she had spoken those words, panel after panel had popped up in front of her.
Staring at the content, she felt anything but calm—completely thrown off by why they were appearing now, and by what they implied.
She couldn’t shake the helpless feeling that she was trapped.
‘Is this panel just messing with me?’
[Faced with the frail and vulnerable Ice Frost Witch before you, your current choice is…]
[Choice 1: Violate] (Favorability begins to warp) [Frost’s Humiliation]
[Choice 2: Tease] (Increases Desire Index) [Frost’s Humiliation]
[Choice 3: Seduce] (Advances Witch Transformation Progress) [Frost’s Humiliation]
Zhou Qingqing stared at the three options, momentarily stunned.
She suddenly realized that “Frost’s Humiliation” wasn’t just an empty phrase.
She had thought that simply bringing the girl into the room and doing nothing would be enough.
But now, like a forced choice in the game, the options appeared with uncompromising clarity.
The goodwill she had painstakingly built—if she ruined it here because of these choices, all her effort would be wasted.
Zhou Qingqing stood still, lowering her gaze to Bai Shuang, who was nestled completely trustingly in her lap, defenses fully lowered.
After all, choosing wrong in games like this could lead to irreversible disaster.
She knew from experience—late-game story branches were almost entirely determined by early choices.
‘Why are they all tagged with Frost’s Humiliation? So there’s no escaping it…’
Zhou Qingqing stared at the pulsing options.
The first was obviously out of the question. Between two and three, her finger hovered uncertainly.
The safe choice would be the more restrained one, yet when she looked at the “Desire Index” on the second option, she hesitated.
‘Desire Index increase… hm… what even is this Desire Index? Kind of hard to guess～’
Zhou Qingqing wasn’t without selfish desires.
The current Bai Shuang might not yet be the icy beauty of the game, but her eventual transformation into the Ice Frost Witch was inevitable.
Part of Zhou Qingqing wanted to see just how adorable—and perhaps how captivating—the girl could become.
‘Should I just… close my eyes and pick one?’
Her finger had just slid toward Choice Three when she was still waffling. Meanwhile, Bai Shuang quietly stared at those mesmerizing black eyes—like twin pieces of the night sky.
For some reason, the longer she looked, the more she wanted those eyes to belong only to her.
Even though they had only just met, the urge to possess grew stronger.
Her face flushed and she quickly turned away, not wanting such dark thoughts to show.
‘No… how can I think like that?!’
‘To have such filthy, impure thoughts about such a gentle, holy Sister Nun!’
Bai Shuang slapped her own cheeks in embarrassment, trying to banish the idea entirely.
But the sudden motion threw off her already precarious balance.
Sitting in Zhou Qingqing’s lap, she tipped sideways. Zhou Qingqing—still agonizing over the choice—didn’t react in time.
In the accidental brush of contact, her fingertip landed squarely on the third option.
At the same moment, Bai Shuang’s mind was in complete chaos.
Her eyes spun into little spirals of panic.
‘Ah! Oh no—I think I interrupted Big Sister Qingqing while she was thinking! What should I do?!’
‘Mmm… but it’s so soft here…’
Bai Shuang had fallen against Zhou Qingqing’s chest.
Her fingers unconsciously sank into the plush softness.
When she realized what she was doing, her face turned the color of a ripe apple and she jerked her hand back.
‘Ahhh! What am I doing?! It’s over… I’m going to turn into one of those shameless witches…!’
Zhou Qingqing still had no idea what was happening.
She only felt the small body in her arms trembling.
Concerned that something might be wrong, she gently pushed the girl back a little.
What she saw was Bai Shuang’s face flushed bright red, her breathing noticeably heavier.
The little witch’s fingertips unconsciously brushed against her own stomach.
Despite being a loli, there was an unexpected trace of allure in her expression right now.
“S-Sister Nun… help… help me… it feels so hot here… it’s really uncomfortable…”
[Seduction in progress]