Ch.159I Can Do as I Please

Forty minutes later.

Ophelia lifted her head from where it had been buried between Claire’s legs.

Her face, slick and wet from nose to chin, glistened in the lamplight.

“Haa… Haa…”

Completely drained of energy, Claire lay on the bed, covering her eyes with one arm while taking rough breaths.

Her reddened chest rose and fell with each heave.

Her cheeks were flushed from continuous climaxes. Saliva had thoroughly soaked the corners of her mouth.

Her limp body trembled uncontrollably.

After minutes of continuous torment.

Claire’s body was drenched with sweat and Ophelia’s traces, making her as wet as if she’d taken a bath.

Ophelia wiped her mouth and smiled.

“You tasted better than I expected, sister. I’m glad you seemed to enjoy it too. Was that a sufficient reward?”

“Hngg… you perverted… bitch… why is this… a reward…?”

Claire mumbled weakly.

Her voice was completely hoarse. She barely had the strength to speak properly.

“It is a reward. A reward for not dying recklessly and coming back to me alive.”

“You crazy bitch… it’s only a reward for you…”

“Hmm… Well, you’ll understand soon enough. The reward is over, and now it’s time for punishment. I don’t think it will take long before you’re begging for another reward instead?”

“…Punishment?”

At the ominous tone, Claire moved the arm covering her eyes slightly and looked at Ophelia.

Her younger sister was straddling her, smiling brightly from ear to ear while clicking a metal toy.

The tool Ophelia had been holding since entering the room.

Its shape was clearly visible in the lamplight.

At the end of a metal column as thick as a thumb was a circular handle.

Each time she turned the handle, dozens of spikes protruded and retracted from between the column’s segments.

“Yes, punishment. Of course, right? Not only did you try to kill me, but you also abused your body while I was around. You need to be punished. Only after receiving punishment and repenting will you return to being my good sister.”

“You, you’re insane…!”

Claire looked up at her younger sister… no, at the woman she had thought was her sister, now something she couldn’t even identify, while cold sweat poured down her face.

The face looking down at her was backlit, casting deep shadows that almost completely obscured her expression.

Only her two eyes shone brightly, gleaming with sadism and lust.

As their eyes met, the round pupils narrowed into thin crescents.

Claire unconsciously gulped and looked at Ophelia with pleading eyes.

Her venom and pride had been completely broken by forty minutes of humiliation and the terrifying torture device.

“You’re already trembling? Where did all your usual venom go? It’s alright. I’ve prepared plenty of medicine to treat your wounds and soothe your pain. If you can’t bear it, you can cry and say you’re sorry. Whether I listen or not is up to me, though.”

Ophelia smiled with satisfaction and brought the torture device downward.

At the touch of cold metal, Claire’s thighs trembled uncontrollably.

“Now, give me a nice expression, sister. I like seeing you panting, but… I think I’ll come to love your screams of pain just as much.”

Claire’s screams soon echoed throughout the basement and up to the ground floor.

The end she had reached by dirtying her hands and body was hell itself.

=====[Haschal]=====

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

The broken, hoarse screams echoed in my ears.

I lit a cigarette at the basement entrance, trying hard to ignore the noise coming from below.

Sweet moans that had continued for dozens of minutes, followed by terrible screams.

I could roughly guess what was happening in that damp basement, but… I was trying not to think about it.

The Sigmillus mansion we arrived at after shaking off the pursuing knights was nothing but burned ruins.

They said they had to burn it down because it had become a nest for insect monsters.

From the head of the family to the servants, everyone had gathered at the mansion, so no one survived.

House Sigmillus was completely wiped out.

It was only natural that Ophelia, whose whereabouts were unknown, was identified as the culprit.

If it had been a simple disappearance, she might have been considered a victim too, but the more they investigated, the more evidence they found that she had deliberately tried to hide her tracks.

Records of secretly hiding and studying the Cloak of Concealment that the Empire had tried to recover, large-scale expenditures of unclear purpose.

Traces of movement that strangely twisted her route to make her destination difficult to determine.

Originally efforts to assassinate Claire, but as things went wrong, they were manipulated into evidence that she had massacred her family after inhumane experiments and fled.

Isabella’s doing, I’m sure.

Her attitude seemed to be that it would be good if Ophelia was caught, but it didn’t matter much if she escaped.

Anyway, since Ophelia now had a warrant out for her arrest, we barely managed to escape to her hideout while hiding from the Empire’s eyes.

There was no need for me to accompany her since no suspicion had fallen on me, but if she were to be captured, we’d lose Claire whom we’d worked so hard to capture.

Today marks the second day since arriving at the hideout.

During that time, I thought she was nursing Claire back to health with utmost care, but when I checked earlier… she had cut off all her limbs.

I was inwardly appalled.

And now…

“KYAAAAH! Please, please stooop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry Ophelia!! I was wrong! I was wrong, so please! AAAAHH!!”

Once again, screams echoed. I couldn’t help but sigh.

The female mage I wanted as a comrade was a lunatic who raped and tortured her own sister.

Strictly speaking, the torture could be considered karma.

Is it really karma…?

I guess so…?

“AAAAAAHHH!”

…Let’s just say it is.

—-

Ophelia came up from the basement an hour later.

She seemed to have washed off the various bodily fluids that had soaked her, but the lingering fishy smell and her flushed face, red as if dripping with crimson juice, made it clear she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.

I don’t want to judge other people’s preferences, but this woman is a bit…

I unconsciously took a step back.

“…Are you done with your madness?”

“I’m done for today. Both rewards and punishments still have a long way to go… but from now on, it depends on my sister.”

Isn’t it all punishment either way?

I sighed and threw away my finished cigarette.

Right, whether they rub legs or torture each other, it’s none of my business.

I’ll just finish my business and leave.

Honestly, I don’t want to get any more involved in this gloomy and obscene drama between sisters.

“So, are you going to keep Claire like that? If we use her as a witness, it seems possible to bring down Isabella.”

My first order of business.

I proposed using her as a witness to expose Isabella.

I didn’t have high expectations even as I suggested it. Ophelia wouldn’t agree.

“That would be… difficult. I’m really grateful for all your help, but I can’t let others know my sister is alive. There are too many people who would try to kill her.”

As expected, Ophelia rejected my proposal without hesitation.

It was the response I anticipated. She would want Claire to exit the stage and be forgotten.

If it became known that Claire was alive, Isabella’s faction would try to silence her…

And even if not them, if Claire were to expose Isabella, her own deeds would also come to light, and the moment that happened, Claire would be a dead woman too.

Considering the women who were sacrificed because of her, Leopold’s faction wouldn’t let Claire live.

“Then it seems I went through all this trouble for nothing… Honestly, I had to take down not one or two, but six Masters. Isn’t this a losing deal for me?”

“I’m truly grateful for that. Without your help, I couldn’t have won or obtained my sister. Originally, I could have gladly given you half of House Sigmillus, but…”

That family has already been reduced to ashes and fertilizer.

I never expected anything in the first place.

In the original story, House Sigmillus was wiped out after Claire was captured.

I only learned how it happened after coming here.

“Hmm… then can I ask for one favor?”

“A favor? Go ahead. If it’s something I can do, and it won’t harm my sister, I’ll do anything.”

“You remember I often went around with Demian, Millia, and Frider? I’d like you to join us later. We’re lacking in magical firepower.”

Is this the right thing to do…?

I question myself even as I make the proposal.

I had been helping her all this time with the intention of defeating Claire and recruiting Ophelia…

But after seeing Ophelia’s dark side, I’m not sure if this is really the right decision.

“…You want me as your exclusive mage? I don’t mind, but… it’s impossible right now.”

“Of course. It would only be possible after clearing your name first.”

I can’t walk around with a woman who has an arrest warrant throughout the Empire.

It would only be possible after Isabella’s downfall.

By then, everyone should have grown to a level of three Masters and one high-level mage, right?

That level should be enough to avoid dying randomly out there.

“No, I could change my face with magic and it wouldn’t be a problem, but if I go wandering outside, there would be no one to take care of my sister. In her condition, she can’t even go to the bathroom, and I can’t just put her in diapers.”

…This crazy bitch.

—-

Anyway, after finishing our discussion, I parted ways with Ophelia and returned to the special dormitory.

Ophelia went back down to the basement, giggling with glee.

The special dormitory room I hadn’t seen in a while. I thought it would be a short trip, but it ended up taking over a week.

I wonder if Lena is doing alright?

“Ah! You’re finally back, Sister Haschal! How was your trip?”

She was fine.

Judging by how much she must have eaten and played during this time, her pink curly hair framed slightly plumper cheeks.

“It was tiring… Did anyone come looking for me while I was gone?”

“Lord Frider and Lady Lacy each came once! When I told them you weren’t here, they both said they understood and left.”

Frider and Lacy, huh.

Frider was probably just coming to hang out as usual, and Lacy… I should meet her tomorrow.

I threw off my armor and collapsed onto the bed.

“Sister Haschal! If you’ve come back from far away, you should wash up before lying on the bed!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll wash up in a bit.”

I closed my eyes, ignoring Lena’s nagging.

By the way, “Sister” Haschal…

I’ve been trying not to pay attention to it until now, but hearing it again after a while feels a bit uncomfortable.

I know Lena calls me sister because she wants something like a family relationship…

But after this experience, the meaning of that word has changed for me.