A Sister’s Fury

In the bar, not long after Chloe’s departure, the early hours of one or two in the morning were the zenith of the atmosphere.

At this time, the mind had shed the natural urge for sleep, no longer succumbing to drowsiness, but instead thrumming with an unusual exhilaration.

“Get away from me.”

Tia felt no desire whatsoever for this seductively brazen woman who had brazenly approached her; the other party’s utter disregard for personal space made her skin crawl.

Her visits here were infrequent; the last time had been the very night she learned of Yilan’s death…

Almost every time she found herself in this establishment, women like this would inexplicably approach her, attempting to strike up a conversation.

She even suspected she had been cursed by some succubus, leaving these hussies so insatiably ravenous?

They never bothered to inquire if someone’s heart was already claimed, simply enticing others with their brazenness.

It was truly a chaotic scene.

Unlike her, once her heart was occupied by a single person, it became difficult to tolerate others drawing near.

“Oh, sister, you’ve come all this way, why be alone? Perhaps big sis can help you dispel any sorrows, hm? My heart is capacious enough for all your woes~”

The woman shamelessly rubbed her ample bosom, swaying provocatively, against Tia’s arm; it felt soft and yielding, like water-filled balloons.

Others might have succumbed to the temptation to reach out and touch, but alas, she had encountered Tia.

“I don’t like large ones.”

Taking a calm sip of her drink, Tia shot the woman a venomous glare, pulling her arm free from the oppressive weight of the woman’s chest, a wave of revulsion washing over her.

“Uh… sister, are you perhaps shy? Who doesn’t appreciate a generous size? Don’t be afraid~ Spend a passionate night with big sis, and your ‘her’ will never know~”

The woman persisted, unwilling to concede defeat, her practiced smile beginning to falter. Tonight had been a series of failures, and with dawn approaching, she simply could not return empty-handed.

She could not return empty-handed!

“What’s wrong? Is it so strange? I prefer smaller ones; do you have an objection?”

Tia was growing increasingly irritated. She merely wished to drink alone, to soothe the disquiet in her heart, and perhaps to appreciate the unique spectacle of pure affection between the girls in this bar. She certainly had no intention of a romantic encounter.

“No objection… but I also know many sweet young things, so how about I call a few over, and we can all have some fun together?”

The woman, in truth, also harbored a fondness for petite girls—those with an outwardly pure and adorable facade, yet whose faces would be alight with raw desire at the height of passion. This intense contrast and sense of dominance were truly unparalleled, not to mention that if they were sufficiently small, she could simply scoop them up and toy with them, ensuring their toes never even grazed the floor~

Of course, for someone with such eclectic tastes, an occasional change of pace, spreading her attention widely, was quite necessary. It would be even better if she could savor a variety of flavors simultaneously.

At the thought of such multi-partner delights, the woman couldn’t help but lick her lips.

Her mind then drifted to the blonde girl she had met earlier; it was a genuine pity she hadn’t managed to ensnare her, for such quality was truly rare among the younger girls she had encountered.

And the young woman before her was likewise a top-tier specimen within her own category; she was loath to give up so easily.

Tia’s brow furrowed upon hearing the woman’s preposterous suggestion. The thought of her sister, having vanished into the night, perhaps lured away by such a woman to some unknown, depraved place to engage in unspeakable acts, ignited an inexplicable fury within her.

Though a baseless conjecture, the very possibility left her profoundly unsettled.

After all, her sister’s captivating charm was like the most fragrant and dazzling bloom on the entire prairie; if she were to encounter some pervert, wouldn’t it be…

“Get out!”

Yet, in that moment, she found herself without a solution, able only to unleash her rage. Even if she managed to suppress the raw edge of her fury, what she might do next remained an unsettling unknown.

Deterred by the young woman’s formidable presence, the woman abandoned her attempts at seduction. Those deep purple pupils were like a boundless abyss; another glance felt as though she would be swallowed whole, unable to extricate herself.

“I’m leaving now!”

Resigning herself to her bad luck, the woman scrambled away in a panic, her heart hammering as if to burst from her chest, staggering as if drunk.

As she watched the woman’s retreating back, the cacophony of background noise once again asserted its dominance. Even the melodious classical music, previously a quiet backdrop, now seemed to blend seamlessly into the renewed clamor.

“Ah! Sorry!”

“Customer, please be careful, and have a good night…”

The woman leaving the bar nearly collided with a young girl at the entrance.

Upon recognizing the girl, Tia’s pupils constricted, and her hand, mid-sip, froze.

It was the one who had secretly taken Chloe out before.

Had it not been for the monitoring software she’d installed on Chloe’s phone, she would have remained utterly oblivious to this sly interloper’s existence.

What she witnessed next sent Tia’s anger soaring even higher.

Having returned to her workstation with nothing to do, the girl pulled out the doll and began to play with it.

Tia knew that doll all too well. After all, it was a gift she herself had personally given to Yilan.

A storm of bewilderment, frustration, and the searing sting of betrayal raged through Tia’s mind.

She couldn’t even discern who to direct her fury towards: Chloe, who had so casually given away an item representing Tia’s love to another? Or this conniving woman who had appeared out of nowhere?

How far had things truly progressed between them?

And why, of all days, was it today?

Chloe had suddenly rushed out; could it be that she had abandoned me, all for the sake of meeting this person?!

“Everyone, let’s dance!”

Suddenly, the bar’s atmosphere team shouted into the microphone, simultaneously switching the classical music to a dynamic, sensual beat, and transforming the subdued lighting into a vibrant, multicolored display.

“Woohoo!”

The atmosphere instantly ignited.

After a period of flirting and conversation, the girls in the bar were ready for the next step of intimate interaction, and dancing with a partner was the perfect outlet.

Consequently, the girls all rose, moving to the open space in the center, and began to dance gently, hand in hand with their partners.

This was no wild, frenzied shaking, but an elegant and intimate pair dance.

While it offered little in terms of spectacle, its true essence lay in the emotional connection between the two dancers, allowing them to gaze into each other’s eyes and immerse themselves fully in the beautiful ambiance.

Tia remained seated in her corner, her gaze fixed on the young girl. Pairs of dancers swayed across her line of sight, occasionally obscuring the girl’s figure.

Many of the staff had also joined the dance, yet the girl remained at the counter, still toying with that doll.

She happily teased the doll’s ears, its limbs, its tail.

In Tia’s eyes, that doll was Chloe, wantonly toyed with by another woman, and seemingly enjoying every moment.

She slammed her hand onto the table with such force that the wine glass upon it wobbled precariously.

Fortunately, the music’s volume muffled the sound, and no one noticed the solitary girl’s actions.

Lights flashed, and a beam of verdant green suddenly illuminated Tia’s head.

Calm down!