A Witch’s Obsession and a Sister’s Confrontation

“Oh, how could Chloe possibly like such a hideous thing as you? Wouldn’t any random doll be infinitely prettier?”

Oblivious to the boisterous clamor of the bar, Anna calmly toyed with Zhitang, finding it increasingly hideous with each passing glance, as if it had been haphazardly crafted by a child just learning the rudiments of needlework. If only it were a little more damaged, perhaps with an eye dangling as it was before being repaired, then it might possess a certain unusual charm.

“Tell me, if I were to tear your little face to shreds, would Chloe be sad?”

Anna’s gaze turned chilling as she watched Zhitang, her hands gripping its two fox ears, the force traveling to their tips, stretching the threads connecting the ears to its head to the verge of snapping. With a soft snap, one of the ears truly snapped halfway off, but Anna casually willed forth dark energy, restoring it to its original state in an instant. A mere inanimate object, it wouldn’t even emit a pleasing shriek.

“How foolish of me, talking to a mere doll…”

Anna suddenly felt utterly bored. This doll held nothing special in itself; its only significance was being Chloe’s doll.

Perhaps Chloe would hold it close when she slept at night, leaving behind the sweet, milky scent of a young pigeon and the lingering sweetness of her saliva.

Swallowing hard, Anna glanced left and right, and once certain no one was watching, she stealthily extended her long tongue and licked Zhitang.

‘Tsk, tsk, tsk…’

A faint, sweet scent… Or perhaps it was merely an illusion.

Was this a little perverse? Anna didn’t think so. Among her many perverse witch sisters, she considered herself rather restrained. If a truly depraved individual were to get their hands on it, the doll’s fabric would likely be soiled by far more than just saliva, perhaps even something far more profound…

Witches possessed a myriad of strange and wondrous abilities, and not a few among them were adept at granting inanimate objects the power of speech and movement, all to satiate their overflowing desires.

Perhaps I could find a sister to help?

The peculiar, blush-inducing fantasy made her body tremble with excitement for a moment, but a soulless doll was, in the end, merely a toy. If one truly desired to play, it should be with real people. What was a mere doll? Even with the cold corpses of humans, witches possessed methods to make them move, to regain their body heat, and to retain the essence of their former lives.

Oh, my, such thoughts were still a bit too wicked. Anna only dared to entertain them in her mind; to actually put them into practice, she likely lacked the willpower.

That girl was special. Unlike some witches who, upon encountering a disobedient girl, would immediately resort to extreme measures such as mind control, physical abuse, drug manipulation, and corpse puppetry, such methods simply didn’t align with Anna’s desires. What she truly desired, like any normal human, was to genuinely win someone’s heart.

If that proved difficult, she wouldn’t mind extending the timeline indefinitely. She could lock her away, slowly nurturing her until the other party accepted her. Unfortunately, this plan held little feasibility, as the Tea Party was currently desperate to transform Chloe into a witch.

As a key figure possessing the power to vanquish demons, if it truly came to that, Anna couldn’t even fathom what Chloe’s personality would become. Would she still be the innocent, adorable, kind little girl Anna knew?

“Hello.”

“Ah! Hello, customer, how may I help you—” Anna’s bewildered thoughts were abruptly cut short by a voice. She instinctively looked up, and upon seeing the other party’s face, she felt a sudden catch in her throat. Her mind seemed to disconnect, rendering her incapable of thought. Her hand muscles involuntarily tensed, and she nearly fled, driven by her witch’s instincts.

It’s fine… With Illusion’s aura blocking me, she won’t recognize me…

Desperately suppressing the impulse surging within her, Anna could hear the dull thudding of her own heart, and a cold sweat trickled down her back.

“I know you.”

Tia’s voice carried no emotion, as if white were merely the absence of color, yet that very neutrality conveyed a specific meaning.

Even towards strangers, one would feign a gentle demeanor, yet this ruthless coldness… was she specifically seeking me out?!

Anna was already mentally prepared to summon dark energy and flee, ready to counter any potential attacks. However, that ‘Magic Sword’ individual – any witch who dared to cross her, unless they were a Seat Witch, would either die or be crippled; few ever escaped unscathed.

I was too careless. Having lured her sister away for so long, it was bound to provoke her suspicion.

This damn sister-complex maniac, harboring ill intentions towards her own sister, her cruel and perverse heart must surely surpass that of any witch!

“Is… is that so…? Yet, I don’t seem to recall you, customer…” She stammered in response, her anxious hands crumpling Zhitang into a wrinkled mess.

“You’re the one who…”

Is it coming? The Violet Polar Eyes that pierce through all demonic disguises, like fiery golden eyes! Truly worthy of wielding the power to vanquish demons, the Sword of Damocles perpetually hanging over the witches’ heads!

“You’re that philandering cat who secretly took my sister out, aren’t you? Working in a place like this, you must surely harbor ill intentions!”

“Eh! I… yes! You must be Chloe’s sister! My name is Anna, and I love your sister!”

Upon hearing the true nature of the ‘recognition,’ Anna secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since the other party had come to confront her with a competitive rather than a deadly intent, she no longer needed to deliberately feign weakness. She could express her feelings and have a proper talk with her!

“Eh?!”

Anna’s somewhat blunt and straightforward answer made Tia frown involuntarily, her heart growing heavier. From the black-haired girl’s fervent eyes, Tia could discern her genuine sincerity. Working in a place teeming with charm and allure, yet refraining from dancing or engaging in deep conversation with any of the girls, such resolve and perseverance instilled in Tia a subtle sense of crisis.

If she were merely someone driven by desire, focused solely on appearances, a few threats and temptations would likely suffice to scare her off. But against someone harboring genuine affection, Tia truly couldn’t conceive of any effective countermeasures.

While an ordinary sister, knowing her sibling was being pursued by such a devoted girl, would naturally be overjoyed, Tia, however, was no ordinary sister. She simply couldn’t allow her sister’s heart to belong to anyone else, for everything about her sister was hers alone.

“She’s no longer a virgin.”

This answer truly caught Anna off guard. Clenching her fists, and seemingly after a complex internal struggle, she declared with resolute determination: “It doesn’t matter! I can accept it! Moreover, I am willing to give my own share to Chloe as well!”

Hiss… Is Chloe truly so alluring? To hear such news and not even bat an eye!

Tia, unwilling to be outdone, retorted: “Her virginity was taken by my own hands.”

At this moment, a subtle shift occurred within Anna’s heart, and her gaze towards Tia took on a peculiar glint.

What did that mean? Was she telling people that she was a perverse sister who had personally defiled her own sibling?

“I won’t let go! Even… even if you are her sister!”