Volume 2 Chapter 19 – “Little Sister, Listen to Me, You’re Just Hysterical”

Teresa sat utterly dumbfounded. Once she realized her position and surroundings, her jaw nearly dropped far enough to fit an egg.

The blonde Elf girl in front of her—whose appearance bore a 70% resemblance to her own—was none other than the Elf Empress, Bilodis Galnorin.

Two pairs of emerald eyes met. Neither of them spoke.

Teresa wordlessly reached beneath her and touched something slightly cool and soft—smooth like cold jade, yet yielding like whipped cream. A gentle poke made it sink in.

Realizing where she was lying, Teresa went still for a moment… then gave it another pinch.

“Ahhn~ That tickles~ No being naughty now, Teresa~”

…Yeah. No surprise there. She was curled up entirely within Bilodis’s lap, sitting squarely on her plush thighs. And Bilodis herself was seated on the Golden Apple Throne at the center of the Goldenwood Hall.

Looking up, the breathtakingly beautiful Elf’s delicate fingers were lovingly stroking her hair as though she were a priceless artwork. Ripples swirled in her lake-green eyes—eyes overflowing with affection.

The overhead lights were bright, but Teresa couldn’t feel it. Over her was the shadow cast by Bilodis’s immense motherly bosom, a scale that could only be described as "Ultimate Technique" tier, even among top-rankers—one that made Teresa feel outright inadequate.

So this… was the depth and composure of the Elf Empress?

Her long golden lashes cast soft glows. The matchless beauty in front of her embodied every human ideal and fantasy about Elves. And right now, Teresa was lying in this dreamlike girl’s arms, basking in warmth and tenderness, being caressed.

Bilodis’s body was warm and soft, her curves abundant. Her thighs were as smooth as pudding. Leaning against her felt like bathing in morning light—cozy, soothing, yet strangely safe.

“I imagined this moment through countless days and reincarnations… Thank the Elf Mother Goddess… my wait wasn’t in vain.” Bilodis gazed down at Teresa, eyes brimming with emotion. In this moment, the only thing in her world was this golden-haired girl, who looked so much like her.

Staring up at this flawless face, Teresa momentarily forgot everything she wanted to say or do, letting herself remain nestled in Bilodis’s embrace.

The emotions radiating from Bilodis were sincere and intense.

Elves were highly empathic creatures, and under the influence of Bilodis’s outpouring of love, Teresa’s own feelings began to grow complex.

This was the fruit of centuries of pain and longing—of unending despair and the desperate hope born from it. It wasn’t something that could be dismissed in a few sentences.

But…

She wasn’t Teresa.

"Have you been well, little sister?" The familiar, gentle greeting was drenched with emotion.

Bilodis looked at her tenderly, fingers stroking Teresa’s hair. Her eyes softened as she gently threaded her fingers through Teresa’s locks—so similar to her own—marveling at their smoothness and sheen.

“Your hair… is just as beautiful as it always was.” She spoke like someone reminiscing about a beloved child.

Teresa, however, was blank.

Besides the incident in Coleman Forest, she had no memories connected to Bilodis. Maybe the original Teresa shared a deep bond with this sister—but she herself felt none of it.

After all, she had never lived those memories.

Gradually, Bilodis’s hands began to move beyond just Teresa’s hair.

Years of longing had broken her into fragments, and this reunion—the long-awaited moment after centuries of suffering—had become an obsession. She was desperate to feel Teresa’s presence: her breath, her heartbeat, her every inch of skin and hair, to prove to herself that this was real—not a dream.

Her delicate fingers trailed from hair to cheek, brushing softly like angelic kisses.

She stroked Teresa’s forehead, pinched her cheek, then ran her fingers over her lips, gently teasing them.

Next, she moved down to Teresa’s swan-like neck.

It was as if she wouldn’t stop until she had traced every inch of Teresa’s body.

But when her fingers neared Teresa’s collarbone, they suddenly met resistance.

Bilodis’s eyes flickered with surprise. Looking down, she saw a snow-white hand pressed against hers, halting her advance.

“…Little sister?” Following her gaze, she met Teresa’s slightly conflicted expression.

“Can you… not do that?” Teresa averted her eyes.

“…Why do you resist me, Teresa?” Bilodis asked, stunned. Her gaze clouded with pain, like a lover who had waited for centuries, only to be abandoned.

Teresa felt a twinge of guilt.

Elves were emotionally sensitive. Bilodis’s feelings resonated with her despite herself.

But the problem was—she wasn’t Teresa.

She was just a Blue Star human borrowing Teresa’s power to navigate this otherworld. She had no memories of Teresa’s past, no genuine ties to Bilodis. She wasn’t the original.

And that meant… she had no right to accept this affection meant for someone else.

Initially, Dylin’s only concern had been not getting discovered by Bilodis. But now, her emotional instincts had overtaken logic—and that complicated everything.

Were all Elves ruled by emotion?

Teresa didn’t know.

“…Miss Bilodis. I’m not Teresa,” she said quietly, after some thought. “Do you remember our first meeting?”

“I told you back then—I remember my past life. I can’t be your sister.”

“I’m sorry for taking over her body. But it wasn’t something I chose. If you’re willing to believe me, maybe we can figure something else out.”

Bilodis fell silent.

Teresa turned her face away. She didn’t know why she was being so honest. A moment ago, she’d been bent on faking it.

But it was too late to go back now. Whatever happened next… she’d face it.

However—Bilodis didn’t say a word.

Instead, Teresa felt her forehead gently cupped by a pair of soft hands.

“…I see. So the aftereffects of the sacrifice have progressed this far. You’ve developed a delusion.”

“…What?”

“Don’t worry, little sister. I’ll cure you. I’ll help you return to the brilliant, clever Teresa you once were.” Bilodis’s tone was warm, comforting.

“Wait, what?! What ‘delusion’? I’m telling the truth!”

“There there. I understand, little sister.” Bilodis’s expression radiated unconditional acceptance. It said: Whatever you believe, sister, I’ll believe it too. And anyone who doesn’t, I’ll destroy them for you.

“You’re not listening at all!” Teresa grimaced.

“I am, of course I am,” Bilodis cooed. “I listen to every word you say with the utmost seriousness~ And I carefully ponder the meaning of each and every one. Isn’t that nice~?”

“…”

Teresa’s face twisted. She was being treated like a child.

“I’m really not your sister. I’m a human. From Earth. A Blue Star native! That’s my past life—not this one! I had a family, but none of them were you!”

“I see, I see~ You’re from another world—a distant, faraway star~” Bilodis replied with doting amusement.

“Well, yeah, technically that’s true…”

“So how did you come here, then? Did you cross time and space by divine will, or were you some omnipotent ruler in the other world?”

“…No, I was hit by a truck. A truck, okay?”

“Hmm… a Kadaro-style carriage?”

“No! Not a carriage! A motor vehicle! You know what engines are, right?”

“Engines… that burn fuel like oil or diesel to move…”

Thinking maybe this would help her sound more credible, Teresa tried to explain Blue Star’s modern tech.

“Wow, Teresa’s so smart~” Bilodis praised, as if humoring a toddler.

“Okay, but seriously—there’s no Divine Authority or magic on Earth. No Elves either. Just humans. And if a person gets hit by a truck there, they’re dead. Instantly. No second chances.”

“…And this ‘truck’—was it the one that bullied you?”

“It didn’t bully me! I mean… sort of? Thanks to it, I left my home and landed in this ridiculous world.”

“So the truck sent you here?”

“…Basically, yeah. So now do you get it? I’m not your Teresa—I’m a Blue Star human!”

“I see. But… why’s your planet called Blue Star?”

“What kind of question is that?! Because most of it’s covered in water!”

“Well, so is this world. So technically, I’m a Blue Star person too~”

“I… I’m being serious! Can you take this seriously?!”

“Pfft…” Bilodis giggled as Teresa puffed up in frustration.

When Teresa was little, she’d been this adorable too. Even as she grew older, she remained cute, but not as clingy. And her mischievous side had grown.

To see her like this again was… precious.

“I understand, little sister. I’ll be serious now. Hold still.”

“Wait. What are you doing?”

“Checking your body. Don’t move, okay~?”

“Since when does checking a body involve groping?!” Teresa cried, shielding her chest.

She hadn’t realized until now—but without the butterfly hairpin, she felt… unsafe. Her usual poise and calm had melted away. She was softer, more vulnerable.

“Be good, alright? If you cooperate, I’ll get you your favorite truck~”

“Like hell I will! And no one likes trucks!” Teresa now understood: Bilodis truly believed she was delusional. And was treating her like a mentally challenged child.

“Hmm… your body’s still just as soft~”

“I’m telling you—is this even a real exam?!”

“Ehhh? Wait—don’t go further than the collarbone! Stop! What the hell are you doing?!”

“Okay~ No hands, then.”

“Not your face either!!”

“I said—stop going any lower!” Teresa clutched her chest tighter. “Behave yourself!”

“Okay okay~ Sister will listen. I won’t move~”

“I—I want to get up now…”

“Nope~ You’re still too weak. Can’t move just yet~”

“Says who?! Get up. Let me down.”

“Okay~ But my legs feel a little numb. Looks like I can’t get up~” Bilodis tilted her head sweetly. Her warm tone gained a mischievous edge.

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