"Who wants to be good sisters with a person like you!?"
Smacking away Vita's hand as it took liberties with her face, Shigure Kira's flushed red cheeks were filled with indignation.
It was this woman who had opened Pandora's box. If not for her existence seducing the man who had enhanced her 'bedroom arts', they would not have been reduced to this state.
Vita smiled faintly, leaning her bewitching body against Brian's shoulder, and sized up the girl's delicate figure curled up in his embrace.
"Kira, you can't say that. None of us forced you. It was all voluntary!"
"You—!"
The blue-haired girl trembled with anger, her delicate body shaking uncontrollably. It took her a long while to calm down.
She gritted her teeth. "Vita, you shameless woman."
"Aren't you even more shameless? After all, I've never even tried this kind of 'play' before."
"..." Shigure Kira said nothing.
Her mind, having been forcibly blanked, knew that she wouldn't get any good out of confronting this sharp-tongued woman.
But the thought of Misteln, who had Cecilia's face, about to encounter the same experience as her...
'Sigh, to become sisters with Lady Cecilia, I suppose this can be considered a fulfillment of a past wish.'
...
"Misteln, I'm warning you, don't go too far!"
Her cloak had already been torn to shreds, and her tight-fitting combat suit was also rent with gashes by the Stigma Construct's sharp sword, causing the fair, tender skin beneath to bulge through the openings.
A kind of ravaged beauty spread across Raven's body.
It made Raven, who had never suffered such humiliation, flush with shame and anger. It also filled Misteln with delight.
She had finally found a chance where she wouldn't be the one getting bent over!
To strip Natasha Cioara naked and make this ungrateful former colleague pay the price for her betrayal.
A gash ran across her chest, revealing the alluring black lace beneath, but Misteln only felt a sense of physical and mental relief.
"Natasha, stop struggling. When you get married, I'll be sure to give you a grand gift."
"Misteln!" The gray-haired, red-eyed mercenary was furious. Her defense and offense had lost their structure; Raven seemed to have reached the end of her rope.
But a qualified assassin would never let personal emotions sway the determined mindset needed to carry out a mission.
In a direct contest of strength, she was indeed slightly inferior; but when it came to combat experience...
Misteln Schariac wasn't even worthy of carrying her shoes!
"You'd better remember this. I won't let you have an easy time, even if I die!"
The loser's wail did not arouse any pity in the victor's heart. "Natasha, the era of fighting and killing is over. You should be enjoying a world of peace now."
An opportunity!
An opening, so obvious in the eyes of the battle-hardened Raven.
The moment the two Stigma Construct figures crossed paths, Raven's figure vanished in a flash, leaving only a few crimson-black feathers and shredded cloth in her place.
It wasn't an escape, because escaping was useless.
To protect her pure body, the only path was to strip Misteln's clothes off!
Misteln, lacking combat experience, subconsciously took a step back, and the movement of the battle flag in her hand paused for a moment.
A graceful figure, almost stark naked, appeared behind Misteln, wrapping her strong hands around the snow-haired woman from behind.
"Misteln, your doom has arrived!"
"No... don't!"
*Riiiiip—!*
When women fight, they tear clothes!
Feeling a chill on her body, Misteln's temper flared. She could no longer care that a man was standing not far from them.
*Smack—!*
A forceful slap echoed through the night sky, causing a brief silence.
"You dare to slap my face!?"
You don't hit someone's face when you're fighting. Natasha Cioara was truly enraged.
With a hard tug of her hand, a sharp pain from Misteln's head instantly contorted her pretty face.
Hair-pulling!
"Natasha!"
Fabric flew, and skin was bared...
The two of them threw all caution to the wind. Even if they were to be beaten to their knees by that man right here today, they had to get their revenge on the other.
The most primitive methods became their way of fighting.
They continued until both were nearly exhausted, their pale, smooth skin covered in gray dust.
But their anger had not yet dissipated!
And mere tearing and fighting could no longer extinguish the rage in their hearts.
Natasha Cioara, completely naked, no longer cared if she had lost all face. Her voluptuous and powerful legs took on a seductive catwalk as she walked to Brian's side, placing one of his arms in her ample cleavage.
"Kill her, and I'll agree to all your conditions."
Flames flickered in her crimson vertical pupils. Raven had lost her cool.
She was furious and had completely fallen out with Misteln.
Such a proactive advance instantly threw the Inner World Protagonist into a state of internal conflict; it was truly tempting.
But before he could react...
"Same here, kill her!"
Snow-white long hair slid down the other girl's pale skin. The pure girl, Misteln, had also decided to throw caution to the wind, her fine figure heaving with her emotions.
In unison, they said, "It's either me or her!"
Both were trying to force Brian to make a choice. Whoever gained his support would be victorious in this catfight.
Shigure Kira, who was resting on the side, couldn't bear to watch. "That guy is really taking advantage of the situation."
As expected.
"You are all good sisters, why don't you just do it together?"
The world spun.
Misteln suddenly met Raven's crimson vertical pupils, seeing the woman she had just been fighting with up close, watching her wish come true.
Her eyes rolled back.
The female cadre of the World Serpent, in the end, failed to escape the clutches of this god of Earth.
She became his undignified prisoner.
Female Cadre miserableed.mp4 is now serialized!
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Schicksal Headquarters...
"So she's a being born from her Stigma?"
Putting down the documents in her hand, Theresa, who had now fully grasped the power in her hands, looked at the portrait in the file with a hollow sense of regret, but also a sense of relief that a great mistake had not been made.
It wasn't a resurrected Cecilia, which was disappointing; but because it wasn't a resurrected Cecilia, the tragedy of the entire Kiana family getting 'fu-ed' could be avoided.
That guy had received a mission from her, found Misteln Schariac in a World Bubble called Salt Snow Holy City, and not only saved a World Bubble in the process but also added several more sisters for her.
As for that guy's enthusiastic motive...
It was nothing more than the Kaslana family 'fu-ing'.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Taking a sip of bitter melon juice to calm her nerves, Theresa turned to look at her sister and adjutant. "Amber, where did that guy go now?"
"Lord Brian went to find Lord Durandal. He's probably at the training grounds now."
Looking her good sister up and down, Theresa suddenly felt that Amber's figure had become more mature. "Amber, did that guy make a move on you?"
"L-Lord Theresa, please don't say such things."
One look in her eyes confirmed it. This was someone who had been turned into a cream puff.
Although she didn't know when he had made his move, considering Amber's years of dedicated assistance to her and her grandfather, Theresa didn't plan to pursue the matter.
"You've worked hard. It must be very uncomfortably full, right?"
She was her sister, and also her consort-maid.
And the duty of a consort-maid... aside from giving the master a push when he's out of energy, is also to sacrifice herself when the mistress is out of energy!
"..." Amber lowered her head and said nothing.
"Forget it, that guy is really too much, making a move on you so quietly."
...
The aqua-blue planet hung in the deep starry sky. The white earth on the moon had shed its desolate atmosphere under a meticulously designed transformation.
Within the Kaslana family...
The appearance of a new family member prompted the master of the house to enter the kitchen for the first time in a long while, cooking a table full of delicious dishes for the girls.
"Braised prawns in oil, stir-fried potato shreds..."
"Ehehehe~~~" The disappointing white-haired fluffball had saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. "These are all my favorite dishes."
"Yes, they were all specially prepared for everyone." Misteln, with an apron stained with cooking fumes tied around her waist, placed the last dazzling dish in front of everyone.
Her snow-white hair was coiled up, and she wore loose, comfortable homewear with cute bunny slippers on her feet.
And on that face, identical to the one in the family portrait, was a gentle smile.
Her wife-like aura was off the charts, almost making Kiana and Durandal think their own mother had returned.
But!
"What wicked scheme is that guy up to now?"
Knows the person, knows the face, and knows the heart.
The Inner World Protagonist's thoughts were known to all.
The two girls, who had already experienced all sorts of 'play', knew exactly what Brian was thinking.
But when they saw Misteln's face...
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Misteln blinked in confusion, completely unaware of the danger that the night held.
"It's nothing, I just feel the same feeling from you as I do from Mom," Kiana said.
"Mom?" Misteln put down the dishes in her hands, her smile becoming even gentler. "If you don't mind, Kiana, you can also call me 'Mom'."
Sirin: (▼ヘ▼＃)
Kiana & Durandal: "..."
Are you for real or are you just pretending not to know!?
By common sense, this woman was almost flawless as a mother, except for her small chest.
With that face, she fulfilled all the requirements of being a mother.
But the Inner World Protagonist's intentions were known to all. Who knew if that guy would drag Misteln into the kitchen after dinner to 'cook' a couple more dishes.
"Forget it, what's done is done. Let's eat first."
"You're right," Durandal deeply agreed.
"???" Misteln's face was full of confusion.
Having only experienced a 4v1 sure-win situation with Raven and the others, Misteln was not very experienced and didn't know where the tacit understanding between the sisters Kiana and Durandal came from.
However...
"It seems everyone is a very considerate child." Misteln was very satisfied with her current life.
To be honest, although submitting to that man was a matter of pride against Raven, from how it felt now... it wasn't too bad.
After all, she had obtained the peaceful life she had dreamed of, and she also had two lovely girls who could be her daughters.
Although Misteln didn't possess Cecilia's memories, she felt that becoming a mother in one step was also a good choice.
Perhaps this was just her natural instinct.
As for the feelings between her and that guy... just like with Raven, they would be 'made' slowly over time.
Brian, the stay-at-home husband, entered the living room with the final dish and called everyone to sit down. "It's all ready, let's eat together."
The red wine swirled in the exquisite high-stemmed glasses, exuding a rich aroma. Before Theresa, there was a unique glass of green bitter melon juice.
The black-haired youth raised his glass. "Come, let's celebrate Misteln joining our big family."
*Clink—!*
A crisp sound marked the beginning of the feast.
During the meal, the girls, who were very curious about Misteln's origins, began to ask her about her background.
"Misteln, what is your relationship with our mother, Cecilia?" Durandal asked bluntly, her attitude a bit eager, but not malicious.
The snow-haired woman showed a gentle expression. "I understand your anticipation, but I do not have a deep connection with the Schicksal Saintess you care about."
Her slender and delicate body trembled slightly, and Misteln's breath hitched. She almost lost her composure in front of the others.
The gentle girl looked at the black-haired youth beside her, unable to help but feel a sense of exasperation.
Even though she knew they needed to properly cultivate their relationship, did he have to do it at this time and in this place?
Is this a place where you can touch her?
You Inner World Protagonist, don't push your luck!
At this moment, a small sense of triumph rippled through the perpetrator's heart.
If his target had been Durandal or Kiana, these two straightforward sisters would definitely have made one of two choices.
One, to instantly transform into a Warrior Princess and drink the essence milk; two, to become angry out of shame and punch him directly.
Only a girl like Misteln, who hadn't yet become an 'old driver', would react so shyly, making his heart secretly rejoice.
Misteln, whose resistance was futile, could only suppress the shyness in her heart and endure the throbbing in her body to continue explaining her origins to the others.
"Moreover, I am not the first generation Misteln. I am a being reborn through the Stigma Project. Everything from the past has been converted into experience and memories in me."
The three snow-haired girls were stunned, their expressions unreadable.
This meant that the existence of 'Misteln Schariac' had died once and was reborn through the Stigma Project, becoming the her she was today.
Durandal: "Sorry for bringing up your painful past."
Misteln: "It's alright. If it's just peeking through the door, I can barely accept it."
She continued, "The original Misteln was a being accidentally born from the Imaginary world due to certain coincidences on the Siberian battlefield."
"She was born with extremely powerful and uncontrollable Honkai energy. Any existence that approached her would die a violent death."
"She wandered that snowy plain for a long time, and after a long period of loneliness and sorrow, she met a mother whose Stigma was awakened because of her..."
After some narration, Kiana and Durandal understood the first half of Misteln's life.
"I didn't expect you to have such a connection with that Bronya person," Kiana commented.
She never thought that a past joke would come true.
Outstanding abilities, a murdered sister, a profound background, a cute appearance...
That Russian loli Bronya really had the template of a protagonist.
However...
"..." Kiana glanced at Misteln, whose face was full of gentleness.
The Russian loli tragically got an extra mother out of carelessness. What a miscalculation, a real miscalculation.
"Misteln, can I ask some more in-depth questions?"
"If it's just a little deeper, I can still bear it." The snow-haired, gentle woman's smile was quite strained. "After all, everyone has a soft and sensitive spot in their heart, but I think that now that I have been reborn, I should be able to bear it."
"That's good," Kiana asked. "For what reason did the past Misteln want to be reborn through the Stigma Project?"
"..."
This topic was a bit sensitive, touching upon a sensitive area in her heart.
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