Ch.158Big Sister Is Mine Now

Claire regained consciousness five days later.

‘I’m… alive?’

Her first emotion was disbelief.

She had been certain she would die when she triggered the worms she had implanted in her family members as a last resort.

Either from mana depletion and injuries, or at Ophelia’s hands after confirming the destruction of House Sigmillus.

‘…I couldn’t even die properly.’

A bitter smile escaped her lips.

The fact that she survived brought her no relief.

She had already lost everything.

The power she gained by offering herself to Isabella, House Sigmillus. All of it would be gone by now.

Imagining the bleak future awaiting her, Claire looked around.

A dark room without a single light.

She couldn’t even tell where she was.

If she had any mana left, she might have attempted to escape…

But she couldn’t feel even the slightest flow of mana, whatever Ophelia had done to her.

‘Of course, she wouldn’t leave me able to use magic…’

Claire finally gave up trying to summon mana and raised her body from the bed.

Her injuries from Ophelia seemed to be healed, though a dull pain remained in her lower abdomen, but it wasn’t unbearable.

A clanking sound echoed through the room.

Claire stumbled and fell back onto the bed.

She hadn’t noticed earlier because she couldn’t see anything.

Her wrists and ankles felt strangely empty, and something was wrapped around her neck.

‘No way…’

With a terrible premonition, Claire forced her trembling arm up to touch her neck.

The sensation was unfamiliar.

A blunt lump of flesh met cold metal.

She felt the coldness of the chain around her neck. Not from her fingertips, but from her wrist.

Claire’s face turned pale.

Her hands were gone.

They were blunt stumps, as if they had been amputated and sewn shut.

Her feet were likely in the same condition.

“Ha…haha….”

Claire let out a hollow laugh as she realized her state.

An iron chain around her neck binding her to the bed. A body reduced to that of a stuffed doll with all four limbs removed.

She now realized she wasn’t even wearing clothes.

She looked like nothing more than a sex slave for men.

She had thought Ophelia was the one who bound her here, but for a moment she wondered if it might be Isabella instead.

The expression on Ophelia’s face before she collapsed flashed through her mind.

It was a familiar face, like looking at herself in a mirror.

After all, she herself had worn that same expression whenever she found a woman she wanted to torment.

‘…No, it couldn’t be…?’

Claire desperately tried to suppress the cold sweat running down her spine and the rising anxiety.

Surely, even Ophelia wouldn’t go that far.

Surely, she wouldn’t harbor such depraved desires toward her own sister….

“Oh my, you’re awake? Sister Claire.”

A voice dripping with heated sweetness, like melted sugar.

Ophelia entered, throwing the door open.

She held a lantern and some metal toys.

“Ophelia!”

Claire screamed with hatred and lunged at Ophelia.

Or at least, she tried to.

– Clank!

“Kuhk…!”

Claire tumbled to the floor as the chain around her neck yanked her back.

Her voluptuous breasts and stumped limbs flailed ridiculously.

“You’re quite energetic, sister. Did something good happen? I’m in a bit of trouble because of you, you know.”

“Trouble…?”

“Yes. I didn’t expect you to have implanted worms in all our family members. It was chaos with worms bursting out of their heads and running wild. They all died in the end.”

Ophelia murmured calmly.

Claire smiled fiercely despite her trembling.

That was a relief. At least her final revenge had succeeded.

The magical beasts Isabella had given her.

Disgusting worms that parasitized the spine, devoured the brain, and controlled their hosts. They were her final insurance.

At first, she had only implanted them in the elders of the family, including her father…

But eventually, she put worms in most family members. It made them easier to control.

Since those with devoured brains couldn’t do anything without orders, she couldn’t implant them in the subordinates she needed to use, and most family members with worms had to be kept in seclusion.

The Sigmillus mansion must have turned into a hell.

The worms would have burst out of their hosts’ heads at her command, controlling their bodies and running wild.

Not a single survivor would remain; all would have been eaten by the worms.

Afterward… knights who came to investigate would have burned down the mansion that had become a nest of worm monsters.

“Thanks to you, I have nowhere to go now. With all our family members dead in such a horrible way, and my whereabouts unknown… I was quickly blamed. Probably the Empress’s doing. They’re calling me a witch, you know?”

“Yes, I told you! You can’t have House Sigmillus. No, now that you’re branded a witch, you can’t even maintain your noble status…!”

Claire mocked Ophelia.

Ophelia mocked Claire right back.

“Your confidence is nice to see, but I never really needed any of that. Only small-minded people like you obsess over such meaningless vanity. I only wanted one thing.”

“…I should have implanted a worm in you too.”

Claire muttered through gritted teeth.

She had plenty of opportunities to do so. Why hadn’t she?

Was it because her mother’s face, begging her to take care of her sister, flashed through her mind whenever she considered it?

Or was it the memory of her two-year-old sister smiling while holding her finger?

‘If we were going to be enemies anyway… I should have been more thorough. This is my own doing, Claire.’

She could only mock herself for the defeat brought by her last shred of conscience.

“Worms? Why didn’t you do it when you had the chance? Was I perhaps a little precious to you? That makes me happy.”

Ophelia hung the lantern she was carrying on the ceiling, a thin smile on her lips.

The orange light illuminated the room.

A prison-like space with walls on all sides.

A single bed stood in the center, and the shelves on the walls were filled with various implements.

Surgical knives.

Numerous glass bottles filled with healing potions.

Wooden carvings modeled after male genitalia, riding crops.

Even torture devices designed to crush bones.

A triangular horse and stocks stood in one corner.

Claire was speechless.

Gaping at the unexpected surroundings, she could only stare blankly at Ophelia.

“Why so surprised? Haven’t you used these things often yourself?”

Claire shook her head, trembling.

She had seen such things before.

Once, when she visited an interrogation chamber where heretics were tortured.

Ophelia seemed to think Claire had used such torture devices to violate women, which was unfair from Claire’s perspective.

She had never used such torture implements.

After all, the women were meant for Isabella, so while their minds could be broken, their bodies needed to remain intact.

“What… what are you trying to do…?”

“The same thing you did every day. I told you, didn’t I? You’re mine now.”

Ophelia licked her lips and approached Claire, undoing the shoulder straps of her dress.

With each step, her dress slid to the floor, revealing her flawlessly white naked body.

It was a terrifying sight for Claire.

Though she had lustfully touched many women… she had never imagined becoming the object of such attention herself, especially not from her own sister.

Claire collapsed to the floor, desperately flailing her stumped limbs as she tried to back away.

She didn’t get far before her back hit the bed.

Claire looked behind her with a desperate expression.

The bed was too high for her to climb over with her amputated limbs.

“You look cute struggling like that. Like a puppy.”

Ophelia, now right in front of Claire, grabbed her knees.

Startled, Claire looked up at her naked sister.

The eyes that met hers were so drenched in crazed lust that they could hardly be called human anymore.

Looking between her sister’s knees, at the intimate area within, Ophelia exhaled a hot breath.

A strange, musky scent wafted through the air.

Claire shuddered as she felt the heated sigh brush against the inside of her thighs.

“O-Ophelia, are you insane…? I’m your sister…!”

“We were trying to kill each other anyway, and now you’re saying that? Stop talking nonsense and spread your legs wider, sister.”

Ophelia grabbed Claire’s knees and spread them wide apart.

Her legs parted helplessly, exposing the hidden secrets within.

Claire tried with all her might to close her legs, but her weakened body couldn’t overcome her sister’s strength.

—-

“Hmm… For something so used, it has a pretty color.”

Claire squeezed her eyes shut in overwhelming shame.

Ophelia licked those eyelids.

“Eek…!”

“Why are you so surprised at this much? We’re just getting started.”

Ophelia’s tongue licked Claire’s face.

The lukewarm sensation circled her nose, cheeks, chin, and ears, spreading her oozing lust.

Then she invaded Claire’s lips.

“Mmph…!”

The sensation of flesh pushing into her mouth.

Her sister’s snake-like tongue wrapped around Claire’s own.

‘What is this…! What is she doing…?!’

Her mind clouded with panic. It didn’t even feel real.

Claire couldn’t even think to resist as she mixed tongues and swallowed her sister’s saliva.

Resistance would have been impossible anyway.

Ophelia’s hands firmly held Claire’s cheeks to prevent her from biting down.

The long kiss continued.

Saliva that Claire couldn’t swallow dripped from the corners of her mouth.

The transparent, sticky liquid stretched downward, wetting her heated breasts.

Claire’s half-dazed eyes met her sister’s, which were filled with ecstasy.

Overwhelmed by the boundless lust contained within them, her body went limp and her breathing grew rapid.

“…!”

Claire reflexively twisted her body as she struggled to breathe.

Her trembling legs alternately curled and stretched, writhing in all directions.

Ophelia’s hand slipped between them.

“Haaugh…!”

Claire’s waist arched upward.

Wriggling fingers parted her soaked flesh, digging inside and stirring roughly.

Claire threw her head back and unconsciously let out a sweet moan.

Her sister, whom she hated like an enemy. Her own body being toyed with by such a person.

Unlike her mind, which was a mess of revulsion and disgust, her well-developed body responded honestly to the pleasure.

“You’re already this wet. Aren’t you enjoying this too much? ‘Sister’ Claire.”

Ophelia mocked Claire as she continuously wiggled her fingers.

Squelch, squelch. The moist friction sounds.

Fingers coated in love juices spread and stirred her sensitive flesh.

“Ugh…, ungh, hnngh…!”

Claire gritted her teeth and suppressed her moans.

She didn’t want Ophelia to hear her voice colored with pleasure.

“You’re trying so hard.”

Ophelia smiled as if finding it ridiculous.

She grabbed one of Claire’s breasts and brought the erect tip to her mouth.

Her red tongue licked the pink protrusion.

The movement of her other fingers grew even more intense.

Claire’s head tilted backward.

Terrible pleasure like waves surged up her spine from between her legs.

Her mind turned blank.

“Hngh, ngh, ungh… h-hah, no…! Hnngh, haaaah!”

Before long, the climax she had been desperately holding back finally burst forth.

Claire screamed a moan while staring into space.

Her outstretched legs trembled.

She felt something gush from between her legs.

…It was humiliating.