The Confession of a Female Devil!

“Stay away from Xingyu?”

Luo You feels a growing distaste for those words.

It’s the kind of line you’d hear in a melodrama, where a wealthy elite sneers at a poor suitor, “You’re not worthy of the one I’m destined for!”

And she’s the one being dismissed.

This calls for a firm response—a sharp rebuke to put this saintly big sister in her place!

“While I’d love to agree with you, Sister…”

Luo You strokes her cheek, feigning distress. “Xingyu’s already taken my shape~ If anyone’s leaving, it’s her leaving me.”

…

Manjusaka’s expression remains unchanged.

She might believe it, but who else would?

The idea that Xingyu, the so-called “strongest” magical girl, has been molded to a witch’s will… If anyone but Luo You said it, they’d be laughed at or pelted with banana peels.

“Fine, let’s change the terms of the deal,” Manjusaka says after a brief pause.

“Then tell me about Feiyu. How much do you know about her? What’s your relationship with her… and the origin of that little girl following you at the Sea of Realms Pass?”

Luo You’s brows gradually furrow.

“Sister, I’m thrilled you invited me here, but I don’t like your attitude.”

“Was I too blunt?”

“It’s the way you act like you’re absolutely safe from the start—it’s irritating.”

Manjusaka gives Luo You an elusive feeling.

Though she has a tangible body and the environment confirms her presence, Luo You senses this isn’t her true form.

—Pierce the Illusion.

A cyan glow shoots from Luo You’s eyes, passing through her mask to envelop Manjusaka.

As the cyan light settles, it merges with the moonlight surrounding Manjusaka, creating a bizarre scene—the moonlight splits into nine layers of halos, each rippling with illusion, stripping away a fraction of Manjusaka’s mystique.

When all the moonlight is peeled away, where is the bright moon in the sky?

Only a faint, yellowed crescent remains, half-hidden in murky clouds, against a gray sky.

Manjusaka herself becomes a gray silhouette… no, as expected, not her true body.

“You don’t even show up in person and expect me to come? Sister, you’re lacking sincerity.”

Luo You shrugs, losing interest and any desire to waste time.

Her real body is probably miles away—unattainable.

More importantly, Luo You refuses to play by her rules.

“Next time, come with more sincerity,” Luo You says, turning to leave, kicking aside the pink starlight spreading around her.

“Then let’s make this the ‘next time.’”

Sensing a shift beside her, Luo You turns.

Another Manjusaka.

And in Luo You’s eyes, this one radiates far richer information.

This information confirms the Manjusaka before her is the real one.

“…”

‘How did she appear?’ Luo You wonders.

That spot should have been empty.

She’d heard about Manjusaka’s traits through media channels, but media is media—maybe ten percent accurate at best.

This Manjusaka is nothing like what she’d read.

“Can we talk now?” Manjusaka spreads her arms.

The gesture alone exudes boundless compassion and warmth, making Luo You itch to dive into that embrace and be a good little imp.

“If you answer what I want to know, I’ll agree to some of your requests in return.”

“Then—”

“But nothing filthy.”

“Tch.” Luo You clicks her tongue.

Manjusaka’s alluring figure, wrapped in her nun’s habit, teases Luo You’s limits.

To only look and not touch—she can’t accept that.

“Fine, how about this?” Luo You claps her hands. “Sister, do you offer confession services?”

“Confession?”

“Yes, I want to confess my sins face-to-face with you, Sister.”

Luo You steps closer, stopping less than half a meter from Manjusaka, clasping her hands in a pleading gesture. “Can I?”

“Perhaps my appearance misleads you. I’m not actually in that line of work,” Manjusaka says softly.

“No worries, no worries! Just play along and hear my confession once.”

Manjusaka knows the process.

In a confined space, separated by a window or curtain, she’d listen to the confessor’s sins, offering guidance and resolving their doubts at the right moment.

But…

What would Elera confess? Would she even feel remorse?

Even if she were stripped bare and swarmed by vengeful magical girls, she’d never show regret.

[This is just her way of toying with me…]

“Alright.”

Manjusaka raises a hand, and an illusory light forms a small, enclosed pavilion beside them. “Say what you need to inside.”

“No, no, no. My special seat is…”

Luo You steps forward again, gently pushing Manjusaka, who gracefully falls back, sitting lightly on a conjured chair.

And Luo You plops onto the prime seat—Manjusaka’s lap.

“This is your so-called confession?” Manjusaka asks calmly, her eyes cracking open slightly.

At this distance on a battlefield, it’s life-or-death, yet Elera approaches so confidently, clearly certain of her dominance.

‘Does she not even take me, the Second Seat, seriously?’

Luo You has a similar thought.

‘This Manjusaka is too easy to push around,’ she muses.

Not even a hint of resistance.

At this range, isn’t she afraid I’ll just take her down?

Or… is the information I have that valuable to her?

Luo You decides to test her limits.

“Hey, Sister, please, you have to listen to me.”

She rubs her face against Manjusaka’s ample chest.

“…Go ahead.”

“I recently realized I’ve committed so many unforgivable sins…” sob

“The whole world knows your deeds. No need to fake tears here.”

A crack appears in Manjusaka’s composed facade.

She’s struggling to keep it together.

“I recently found out… I slept with my daughter’s relative.”

Manjusaka’s shoulders twitch.

She completely loses it.

She’d heard Elera’s life was debauched, but not tis depraved!

“I recently learned that among the magical girls I’ve… favored, several are my daughter’s relatives. That’s not allowed, right?”

“…By worldly standards, yes, that’s true.”

“What should I do? Sister, please guide me! Will you hate me?”

Even if she doesn’t hate her, she can’t exactly like her either.

But per the confession process, she’s supposed to offer comforting words to guide the confessor.

Manjusaka pauses for a full half-minute, crafting her response.

“Don’t worry. If you sincerely apologize and earn their forgiveness, everything will work out.”

“Just an apology?” Luo You keeps rubbing her face against her chest.

“Yes… it may seem simple, but not everyone can do it. If you apologize and reform, you’ll find redemption.”

“How can that be enough!”

Luo You buries her entire head into Manjusaka’s chest, shaking it vigorously.

Surge, surge.

“My sins are too grave! Please, Sister, punish me!”

“…Punish? How do you want to be punished?”

“Crush me, Sister! Shatter my outdated thoughts and wake my filthy soul!”

“Is that all it takes?”

Manjusaka wraps her arms around Luo You’s slender waist, squeezing tightly.

“Ughhh—”

Can’t breathe!

Luo You flails her arms and legs, but Manjusaka holds her firmly, her vision darkening, her breath coming in fits and starts.

Noticing Luo You’s struggles weaken, Manjusaka asks, “Feeling your soul purified yet?”

“Ugh… ah…”

Manjusaka’s eyes shimmer with radiant light. Dreamlike golden particles form two more versions of herself, each with distinct emotions, circling Luo You and pressing in.

Luo You senses everything through the shifting air currents.

Three Manjusakas are now crushing her with unprecedented force!

‘This Sister is too good at this!’

It’s impossible not to play along now.

In a daze, Luo You sees a carousel of memories.

Her brain screams a warning.

‘Oh no, I need to get out, or I’ll actually pass out!’

“Sister! My soul’s repented!”

No verbal response comes.

Only tighter arms around her waist and even fiercer crushing.

“Sister!?”

“A child with a filthy mind deserves thorough purification.”

Manjusaka’s face remains expressionless.

Oh no! She’s really going to crush me to death!

Luo You’s hands search for a breakthrough, but the next second, the crushing force eases, air floods her lungs, and she gasps like a drowning person saved.

Looking up, she meets Manjusaka’s ‘Are you satisfied?’ expression.

“Has your confession purified your filthy soul?”

“Huff—huff—”

After a few deep breaths, Luo You clasps her hands to her chest, whispering, “Thank you, Sister, for your guidance…”

‘What an experience. I’m coming back for more.’

This time, Luo You truly felt it—the novel sensation of being crushed by Sister.

Once you experience it, there’s no going back.

‘Damn it, not only did I fail to mold Sister into my shape…’

‘It feels like I’m starting to take her shape instead.’