“Come here.”
Upon hearing this, Ling Cheyin moved closer.
Ling Qinghe wrapped an arm around her, pulling her beloved younger sister onto her lap.
Ling Cheyin’s pleated skirt flared with the movement, her legs resting naturally beside Ling Qinghe.
Ling Qinghe’s palm, in turn, settled gracefully upon the girl’s slender waist.
“Tell your elder sister, what happened this morning? Why were you caught? Did you do as I told you to? Hm?”
“W-waah~ Sister, please listen to my explanation…”
Confronted by her sister’s triple inquiry.
Ling Cheyin, her voice thick with tears, rubbed her small face against her sister’s shoulder, speaking piteously.
“This morning, I had already finished gathering the resentment energy… but then, those magical girls actually came to capture me, w-waah~ How could I possibly swallow that humiliation? So I ended up fighting them…”
“As a result, Zhennu Yibai, being the older one, bullied me, the younger one. I was no match for her. I couldn’t win, and I couldn’t escape… so I was caught. Zhennu Yibai even ganged up with those other magical girls to torment me.”
“Sister, do you know, Zhennu Yibai did *those things* to me…”
Upon reaching this point.
The little demoness whispered conspiratorially into Ling Qinghe’s ear.
She embellished the tale, adding details about:
how she ‘would rather die than submit,’ ‘stood unyielding,’ and ‘endured humiliation’… and how, even with ‘torture instruments’ applied externally and internally, she refused to confess.
And the subsequent events…
****
Having finished her tale.
She secretly glanced up, observing her sister’s expression.
“The Dark Ring is lost too?”
Ling Qinghe’s hand, which had been gently stroking her sister’s hair, stilled, and the tear mole at the corner of her eye trembled slightly.
On the desk.
The papers awaiting review shifted without a breeze, and the pen’s tip spread a large ink stain across the page.
Seeing this.
Ling Cheyin’s heart tightened. She quickly lowered her head, her small hands anxiously tugging at her sister’s collar.
“It’s all my fault… w-waah~ If only I had tried harder, I could have snatched the ring back… Sister, please punish me, I’ll gladly accept any punishment…”
Hearing her plea.
Ling Qinghe lifted her sister’s chin. As she leaned down slightly, her hair brushed against Ling Cheyin’s flushed cheek.
“Silly girl, stop talking nonsense. I promised our mother I’d take good care of you. How could I bear to punish you?”
“By the way… are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
Her voice softened once more, and her thumb gently wiped away the tears at the corner of Ling Cheyin’s eye.
“Does *that* place still hurt?”
The little demoness immediately shook her head, her eyes sparkling, and nestled her face into the crook of Ling Qinghe’s neck.
“Not at all. It was just that level of intensity…”
Her voice carried a hint of coquetry.
“If anything, it made me even more excited. At least it was much more thrilling than playing by myself~”
At this,
Ling Qinghe’s lips curved into a faint smile, and her fingers traced a path down Ling Cheyin’s spine.
“You were still thinking about *these things* at a time like that?”
“Because I knew Sister Qiye was there~”
Ling Cheyin lifted her head, her nose almost touching Ling Qinghe’s.
“With her there, she definitely wouldn’t just stand by. Besides, I couldn’t resist anyway, so I just… endured it.”
“She is indeed a useful piece.”
Ling Qinghe looked towards the door, her gaze settling on Qiye’s clothes.
“A vessel capable of being recognized by Demon Fire is quite rare…”
As she spoke.
She lowered her head and pressed a kiss to Ling Cheyin’s forehead, then patted the little demoness’s waist with a gentle, rhythmic touch.
“Hmph hmph~ If you lose something of mine again next time…”
Her voice carried a faint, almost imperceptible ‘threat.’
“How should I punish you then?”
“Huh? Sister, didn’t you say you wouldn’t punish me…?”
The little demoness curled up on her lap, her calves beneath the pleated skirt lightly brushing against Ling Qinghe’s thigh.
“I said I wouldn’t *punish* you, but I never said I wouldn’t *discipline* you~”
“Alright… fine, Sister, I’ll obediently accept my discipline.”
“Mm, then I’ll discipline you by confining you too… Go to the confinement room now and keep an eye on Qiye for at least… an hour. During that time, you can do whatever you like, however you want, just don’t break her.”
Upon hearing this.
Ling Cheyin was utterly surprised. She leaned into Ling Qinghe’s embrace and planted a heavy kiss on her cheek.
Her body swayed with delight.
‘Isn’t this just a reward…?’
She slid off her sister’s lap.
“Yay, yay! Sister is the best! I’m going right now, hehe~”
****
Ling Qinghe leaned back in her office chair.
She watched her sister’s naked retreating back, and the clothes scattered on the floor…
Clearly, these didn’t belong to Qiye alone!
She let out a soft chuckle.
“That little girl, honestly… I don’t want to end up with an extra sister-in-law.”
Ling Qinghe rested her chin in her hand, her gaze shifting towards the rising sun outside the window.
“I should still find a way to retrieve that demonic artifact.”
She idly caressed the armrest.
“Zhennu Yibai, huh…”
As she uttered the name, a confident, determined curve graced her lips.
“A Super-Class Magical Girl… how interesting.”
****
Meanwhile.
Qiye knelt in a room adorned with a soft carpet.
From the moment she stepped into this room, without anyone else’s command, she was destined to wait here.
After all, this wasn’t her first time in confinement.
Inside the confinement room, purple mood lighting glowed, and the full-length mirror reflected her flushed cheeks.
Comfortable nightgowns were stacked in the wardrobe, but Qiye dared not touch them… indeed, she couldn’t.
Just then.
The sound of the door lock turning made Qiye turn her head. Ling Cheyin swiftly stepped forward and enveloped her in an embrace.
However.
Seeing who had arrived, Qiye grew even more embarrassed, her cheeks burning crimson!
Ling Cheyin’s gaze swept over Qiye’s trembling form. She leaned down slightly, and her red lips met Qiye’s.
A kiss, right from the start…
“Sister Qiye, let’s begin…”
As she spoke.
After the brief kiss, Ling Cheyin deliberately breathed warm air onto Qiye’s neck.
“Begin what?”
Qiye’s voice trembled slightly.
Ling Cheyin’s short black hair brushed against her chin.
“Why, to properly ‘discipline’ you, of course~”
Ling Cheyin wrapped her arms around Qiye’s waist, then applied a little more pressure, guiding her towards the bed.
Qiye’s steps faltered slightly, yet she showed no sign of resistance.
Soon.
Qiye felt a dizzying sensation, her delicate body trembling, and she instinctively let out a soft gasp.
She then tumbled onto the bed behind her, which was as soft as a cloud.
As her back met the fluffy pillow, the little demoness was already straddling her waist.
“Who told you not to come help me immediately today…?”
Her fingertips traced Qiye’s collarbone, and she leaned down to nibble on her earlobe.
“You let Zhennu Yibai bully me… Hmph~ I remember you were pressing that button too, weren’t you? How was it? Was it exciting…?”
Outside the window, the morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting the entwined figures of the two onto the full-length mirror.
****
An indeterminate amount of time passed.
Ling Cheyin suddenly frowned.
“So noisy! Does it really hurt that much…?”
She rose from the bed.
Qiye watched Ling Cheyin’s pouting back as she walked towards the wardrobe, still reeling from the abruptly cooled atmosphere.
‘She felt a pang of frustration.’
‘How could I *not* cry out? That would be so boring…’
‘Besides, those nails should probably be trimmed, shouldn’t they?’
Just then.
Ling Cheyin pulled open the wardrobe door and rummaged through a drawer for nail clippers.
She clipped the nails on her index and middle fingers, the fragments clattering onto the carpet.
The little demoness felt two weren’t enough, so she clipped her ring finger’s nail as well.
“N-no… not that many…”
Qiye hesitated to speak, but was cut off by a cold glance from Ling Cheyin.
She entered the bathroom, and the gushing sound of water soon filled the air, mingled with the hum of an incense diffuser starting up.
When she reappeared.
A fragrance lingered on her fingertips.
Her hair still held a few droplets of water, shimmering faintly under the purple mood lighting.
“Shall we continue?”
Ling Cheyin flicked the water droplets from her hands, then straddled Qiye once more.
“Or do you prefer me as I am now?”
Her newly trimmed fingertips lightly traced Qiye’s collarbone; this time, the sensation was sharper than before.
“You’re annoying, hurry up~ If I don’t go back soon, Weizhan and Xincheng will start to worry.”
“Why the rush? You’re in for a treat…”