Ch.BONUSMy Sister Is Mine Now (All Ages)

Claire regained consciousness five days later.

‘I’m… alive?’

Her first emotion was disbelief.

She had been certain she would die after triggering the parasitic worms she’d implanted in her family members as a last resort.

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

‘…I couldn’t even die properly.’

A bitter smile crossed her lips.

Surviving brought her no relief.

She had already lost everything.

The power she gained by offering herself to Isabella, House Sigmillus—all of it was gone now.

Imagining the bleak future awaiting her, Claire looked around.

A dark room without any lighting.

She couldn’t even tell where she was.

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

But she couldn’t sense even the slightest flow of mana—whatever Ophelia had done.

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

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

Her injuries from Ophelia seemed healed, though a dull pain remained in her lower abdomen, but it was bearable.

A clanking sound echoed through the room.

Claire stumbled and fell back onto the bed.

In the darkness, she hadn’t noticed it earlier.

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

‘No way….’

With a trembling arm, Claire forced herself to reach up and touch her neck.

The sensation was unfamiliar.

A blunt piece 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’d 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 situation.

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

She now noticed she wasn’t even wearing clothes.

She looked like 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.

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.

Because she herself had worn that same expression whenever she found a woman she wanted to torment.

‘…Surely not…?’

Claire 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 open the door.

She carried a lantern and some metal toys.

“Ophelia!”

Claire let out a hate-filled scream and lunged at Ophelia.

In her mind, at least.

– Clank!

“Kuhk…!”

Claire tumbled to the floor as the chain yanked at her neck.

Her voluptuous chest and blunt limbs flailed ridiculously.

“You’re quite energetic, Sister. Did something good happen? Because of you, I’m in quite a predicament.”

“Predicament…?”

“Yes. I didn’t know you had implanted worms in all our family members. It was chaos with worms bursting through their skulls 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.

Initially, 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 subordinates she needed to use, and most family members with worms had to be kept in seclusion.

The Sigmillus mansion must have become a living hell.

The worms would have gone berserk on her command, bursting through their hosts’ heads and controlling their bodies.

Not a single survivor—all dead and devoured by worms.

Afterward… knights would have come and burned down the mansion that had become a nest of worm monsters.

“Thanks to you, I have nowhere to go now. With everyone in the family dead so horribly 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, didn’t I? 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 back.

“Your confidence is admirable, but I never really needed any of that. Only petty 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.

There had been plenty of opportunities. Why hadn’t she done it?

Was it because her mother’s face, pleading to take care of her sister, flashed before her whenever she considered it?

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

‘If we were destined to part ways… 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, with a thin smile on her lips, hung the lantern she was carrying on the ceiling.

An 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 all sorts of implements.

Surgical knives.

Numerous glass bottles filled with healing potions.

Wooden carvings modeled after male genitalia, riding crops.

Even torture devices for crushing bones.

A triangular horse and stocks were placed 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 despite her trembling body.

She had seen such things before.

Once, when she visited an inquisition 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 offerings for Isabella, so while their minds could be broken, their bodies needed to remain intact.

“You, what exactly… 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 flowed to the floor, revealing her flawless, pale naked body.

It was a terrifying sight for Claire.

Though she had lustfully handled women herself… she never imagined becoming the target, especially not with her own sister as the perpetrator.

Claire sat on the floor, desperately flailing her blunt limbs as she retreated backward.

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

Claire looked behind her with a desperate expression.

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

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

Ophelia, who had already reached Claire, grabbed her sister’s 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 emerged.

Claire shuddered as the heated sigh brushed 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 say 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 intimate area within.

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

…What followed was humiliating.

Five minutes later, Claire lay on the floor, breathing heavily.