Volume 2 Chapter 22 – "A Little Punishment"

“What... what are you even trying to do?!” The moment her vision was suddenly sealed, plunging her into complete darkness, the last shred of security Teresa had was instantly shattered.

“And do you even know how unsanitary it is to blindfold someone with something that touches your skin like that?!” she protested—but truth be told, Bilodis’s stockings had no unpleasant scent at all. On the contrary, a faint lavender fragrance, like morning dew on a flower, seeped through, entrancing and clear.

“Shhh~ Quiet now, Little Sha. Relax. The more you squirm and resist, the longer your sister’s insomnia treatment is going to last~”

“This isn’t insomnia treatment! You’re clearly just punishing me!” Teresa forced herself to sound calm. “You blindfolded me—what next? Torture?”

“Pfft~ Little Sha, you’re way too tense. How could I ever do something so cruel? At most...”

A mischievous smile tinged Bilodis’s voice.

“At most, it’s just a little discipline—because my long-lost little sister is being a bit too disobedient~”

“Little Sha... has big sister been neglecting you for too long? Letting you grow up wild?~”

“Want me to help you remember how I used to discipline you?~” Bilodis leaned in to whisper near her ear, her tone feather-soft, meltingly sweet.

“You are holding a grudge!” Teresa accused.

“Quiet now~” Bilodis’s soft fingertips pulsed faintly with spiritual energy as they landed gently on Teresa’s shoulder.

“Ugh?!” Though her touch was light, Teresa jolted as if electrocuted. That one point of contact sent a tremor down her nerves.

Next came ten dexterous fingers dancing ballet-like across her back and shoulders. The electric sensation pulsed again and again, making Teresa shiver involuntarily.

What was this?! Pressure point manipulation?!

This wasn’t random poking—Bilodis clearly knew what she was doing. Every spot she pressed hit a sensitive nerve center of Elves, precise and targeted.

The pressure was light but devastating—each tap felt somewhere between painfully sore and tinglingly sensitive.

But that wasn’t even the worst part. Teresa finally realized why Bilodis had blindfolded her.

With her sight taken away, her other senses were heightened—particularly touch. And for Elves, whose senses were already abnormally acute, that magnification, along with fear and confusion, made the “punishment” all the more unbearable.

Teresa instinctively tried to fight back, but the moment those pressure points were activated, they short-circuited her ability to move. Her brain could barely process commands, her body paralyzed.

And with Bilodis’s curvaceous legs pinning her from behind, there was no escaping.

Still—not yet!

As unbearable as it was, Teresa could endure. She braced herself, clenching her teeth without making a sound.

“Oh~?” Feeling Teresa’s tension spike, Bilodis smiled.

“How does it feel~? Has big sister lost her touch?”

“…Tch. That's all you got?” She knew the smart thing to do right now was to shut up and ignore her, but Teresa just couldn’t hold her tongue.

“Ara, don’t worry. That was just the appetizer. The main course is coming~” Bilodis poked Teresa’s waist.

Her pupils shrank as a soft moan escaped her lips—caught completely off guard.

Right... Bilodis had only been working on her back and shoulders so far. Teresa had completely forgotten about how much more sensitive the waist area was.

Unlike the back or shoulders, the waist was wired straight to the nerves. The moment Bilodis’s fingers massaged her there, it felt like her mind had evaporated.

Her psychological defenses began to crumble.

Blindfolded, unable to see anything, Teresa couldn’t predict where the next attack would land. Every sudden lull made it worse—Bilodis would pause for several seconds, just long enough for Teresa to think it was over, only to strike again when she was off guard.

In the end, it wasn’t the touch itself that broke her. It was waiting.

The unbearable anticipation in complete darkness. Her frayed nerves, already overstimulated, screamed for release.

“How are you feeling, Little Sha~? Does sister’s service feel good~? Is the pressure right? You must let me know if it’s not~” Bilodis’s teasing breath curled around Teresa’s ear, but she got no reply.

Not because Teresa didn’t hear.

Because she physically couldn’t respond anymore.

The golden-haired girl’s back arched as her head tipped back. Blindfolded, bound, breath heaving—she was speechless, mind blank, held steady by the golden-haired woman behind her who looked almost exactly like her.

For Teresa, there was only darkness now. Darkness, and the waves of agony and numbness that flooded her every nerve like a storm at sea.

For someone with acute senses, this was nothing short of torture. The combination of sensory magnification and spiritual exhaustion had driven her to the edge.

Eventually, Bilodis’s legs released her. The torment ended.

Teresa collapsed face-up on the bed, legs curled, face turned to the side, panting with a breathless, almost moaning rhythm that might have caused some serious misunderstandings had anyone else walked in.

Even now, her back remained stiff—not by choice.

She wanted to relax. She just couldn’t.

Her muscles had been tense for so long that her waist and legs refused to slacken.

Bilodis looked at the limp figure with a flash of genuine focus in her eyes.

The upper-body treatment was done. But there was still the lower half…

“Little Sha~ Are you alright?” Bilodis’s voice softened into a soothing tone.

Under normal circumstances, Teresa might’ve thought that voice sounded gentle and calming.

That the person behind it must be soft-hearted and kind.

Now? Now that voice was terrifying.

This woman was a demon wearing a mask of elegance. How dare she still ask if she was okay?! Did she not know the answer?

Though her mind was filled with outrage, Teresa said nothing.

Partly because she had no energy left.

Partly because… she was afraid to.

All she could do was lie there, wheezing on the edge of tears.

“Little Sha, you should always respect your elders. That’s something I taught you before, yes?”

“Don’t forget it again.”

So in the end, this was because Teresa called her fat earlier...

“…You ageless hag.” Faced with Bilodis’s lectures and oppressive “authority,” Teresa still tried to complain—but she didn’t dare say it too loudly, only muttering as she lay flat on the bed.

She’d forgotten something, though: Elves have very sharp hearing.

Even a whisper, at this range, wasn’t escaping Bilodis.

“Aiya~ What a headache. You still don’t learn, do you, Little Sha?” Bilodis’s smile grew brighter.

“Looks like I’ll have to treat your hysteria as well~”

“…Tch, how did she hear that?”

“It seems the earlier treatment wasn’t enough. Your insomnia’s still not cured. We’ll have to go a little harder.”

“Wait—no, that’s not true! I—”

Before she could finish, Bilodis’s fingertip, glowing with a hint of green, tapped her lower back—Teresa’s legs instantly gave out.

She tensed again, trying to stay upright.

“No need to be so nervous, Little Sha~ I’m not going for your waist this time~” Bilodis chuckled.

“…???”

That didn’t make Teresa feel better. Quite the opposite. A chill ran down her spine.

If not the waist, then where...?!

Still blindfolded and immobilized, Teresa lay helplessly like a fish on a cutting board, unable to see, unable to fight back—only endless dread filled her senses.

No... no...

Please don’t...

Warm, soft fingers wrapped gently around her foot. That was all it took—Teresa jolted violently.

She tried to pull away, but Bilodis held her ankle firmly in place.

“Even after all this time, your weak spot hasn’t changed a bit~” Laughter like silver bells drifted from behind.

“Shall we begin~?”

“Looks like Little Sha will sleep very soundly tonight.”

Poke.

A soft fingertip glided across the sole of her foot.

“Ughhhhhh?!” Teresa’s whole body twitched, eyes wide beneath the blindfold.

She had no idea her feet were that sensitive. Not even she knew.

But Bilodis did.

Bilodis knew her body—and its most sensitive spots—better than she did herself.

“Stop! I gi—pffft hahahahaha!!” Her body, now barely functioning, couldn’t take it anymore. Just as she tried to surrender, a wave of unbearable ticklishness exploded.

Ten slender fingers danced across her soles like fairies…

Teresa, who had managed to keep silent through everything else, completely broke.

She collapsed on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.

She tried to pound the mattress to distract herself with pain, but her limbs were too limp to move. Her eyes were still covered. The ticklish torment crashed through every defense she had left.

“St-stop—hahahaha—I—I sur—hahaha—render—p-please—ahahahaha! D-don’t!” Teresa twisted and writhed like a helpless ragdoll, golden hair disheveled, laughter unending.

“Hahaha—please, no more—! I-I can’t laugh anymore—uuuuu—hahaha—stop—!” Laughing one moment, crying the next, her tears soaked into the blindfold.

It was hard to tell whether it was grief or joy.

If someone took off the blindfold right now, they might catch her eyes rolled back in pure overstimulation.

But Bilodis’s fingers didn’t stop—in fact, they began trailing up her calves…

Teresa had never broken down like this before.

She probably didn’t even care about dignity at this point.

She was about to pass out from laughing too hard.

All she could think about was those ten fingers dancing.

Plop! Finally, after who knows how long, the world returned to brightness. The cloth was lifted from her eyes.

But Teresa couldn’t even process that anymore.

She lay collapsed on the bed, covered in sweat, utterly drained.

One wave of “therapy” after another had left her mind numb—and her body was exhausted.

The moment she realized Bilodis had stopped, she couldn’t hold on any longer.

“…I was wrong, Lady Sister…” That was the last thing Teresa mumbled before she fainted.

She probably wouldn’t even remember saying it—spoken purely from muscle memory.

But one thing was true: Bilodis hadn’t lied about curing her insomnia. Exhaust her to the point of collapse, and she'd sleep like a baby.

“This girl...” Bilodis paused at those final words, blinking slightly before letting out a small sigh.

“Her meridians should be a bit more open now.” She poked at Teresa’s calf thoughtfully.

Yes—this wasn’t just a punishment.

Bilodis had also been using this method to stimulate and unblock Teresa’s obstructed meridians.

The result was limited—Teresa had regained her physical body, but was far from her former self.

Many of her energy channels were inexplicably blocked, drastically reducing her physical capabilities. This technique couldn’t completely fix it, but it helped somewhat.

...Of course, most of it was for that reason. Definitely not just because her long-lost, bratty little sister needed a lesson. And certainly not to indulge her own dark humor and obsession with sisterly “bonding.”…Probably.

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