Chapter 51
Chapter 51: Fracture
The table lamp cast gentle candlelight.
Warm, hazy tones.
Her feet were as smooth as shells, her toes as round as pearls.
Funis was slowly lifting her small, delicate jade feet bit by bit, trembling slightly as she gripped the high stool beneath her with both hands, as if facing some cruel torture.
Charlotte, kneeling before the girl, had rolled the stocking into a tube and was approaching Funis’s feet with an expression of appreciation and enjoyment.
It wasn’t like torture.
This was clearly torture!
When he had returned triumphantly to accept the cheers and praise of all Vatican, when he had clumsily but sincerely tried to get his adoptive daughter to acknowledge and accept him, Sera Fred could never have imagined that just a few years later, he would be transformed by the witch he despised into a delicate, helpless fountain loli, and would even have to let the adoptive daughter he had cared for nearly ten years put stockings on him.
Although fate was often unpredictable and changeable, it shouldn’t always subject her to such dramatic ups and downs, right?
Through this hellish year, Funis had deeply learned one truth: dignity and principles weren’t lost all at once—it was a gradual process, subtly eroding until they completely disappeared.
Like now, from the moment Funis voluntarily lifted her legs toward her adoptive daughter, she had slid another inch deeper into the abyss.
You had to understand that these weren’t simply just legs. After her senses were enhanced by succubus blood, all the subcutaneous nerves from her hips down, including her hips, were thousands of times more sensitive than normal people’s. Just blowing lightly on them could make Funis experience stimulation intense enough to make her lose consciousness.
In the first two months after being transformed into a girl, she was rarely fully conscious for more than a few hours at a time.
Often, just as she regained consciousness, her feet would touch the ground and she’d immediately start crying, gasping, spraying, and calling out, quickly falling into the next round of unconsciousness in an endless cycle day and night…
Cesya had even said that she would continue spraying even while unconscious. The scene was so beautiful that Funis didn’t even dare imagine it, so when the old woman enthusiastically described the scenario, she simply covered her ears and refused to listen.
Now, although Funis could appear composed, it didn’t mean her sensitivity had decreased.
As she continued to discover new succubus abilities, her adaptability to this body improved daily. The result was that her sensitivity level also increased day by day, with stimulation intensity nearly doubling compared to a year ago.
But Funis still had to maintain a dignified and elegant, aloof appearance in front of others, or else she would face severe punishment from Cesya. Her unspeakable true self could only be enjoyed exclusively by Cesya—no one else was allowed.
If it were just cold, inorganic objects like socks, shoes, or the ground, Funis could barely endure it. But whenever the one touching her horns and legs changed to a living person, the situation became completely different.
Like earlier at the Phantom Sanctum in the cemetery when she encountered Moira, just being licked once on her horn had nearly made Funis lose consciousness from stimulation.
But what could she do?
Once Charlotte set her mind on something, she wouldn’t give up easily.
This girl had most likely already planned to personally put the stockings on Funis when she bought them. The question was just going through the motions, and the moment Funis was interrupted, she immediately realized something was terribly wrong.
But why was her adoptive daughter so fixated on a little girl she’d picked up? She clearly remembered Charlotte hating children the most. Could it be she only hated unattractive children?
Discrimination—this wasn’t temperate at all!
What about the teachings of Archangel Raguel regarding harmony and fairness? How could an enforcer…
But thinking carefully, even though Charlotte particularly disliked children, she would still patiently communicate with them and try her best to help solve their problems. Being able to resist the bias and disgust in her heart and get along harmoniously with everyone who encountered trouble, Charlotte was actually already an excellent Temperance Institute enforcer.
Before she knew it, that stubborn girl from back then had become so outstanding. If Mr. Conrad could see this, he would probably feel gratified too.
However, before the emotion in Funis’s heart could last more than a few seconds, the cool sensation at her toes shot up her spine like electricity.
“Mmph♡—!?”
The sudden attack nearly made her unable to suppress her voice. Funis quickly covered her mouth, forcibly pressing back the shameful moan that had risen in her throat.
When she looked down again, the stocking was already covering the front half of her right foot. Charlotte had taken advantage of her momentary contemplation to slip it on, catching Funis completely off guard.
The residual sweat slightly dampened the reinforced toe area, and through the extremely thin material, her small toes could be seen lined up like candy in the candlelight, sweet and tempting.
“Little Celi, what’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?” Charlotte asked about Funis’s condition while stroking her instep and arch and pulling the long stocking upward.
Funis’s face was red all the way to her ears. She still tightly covered her lips, only shaking her head lightly at Charlotte. “I♡… I’m fine… Mmm♡~ Please continue…”
“If it doesn’t fit properly, you must tell big sister, okay?” Charlotte didn’t suspect anything; she just thought Funis’s reaction was particularly cute.
Soft and cool, yet not absolutely smooth—that slightly rough, sandpaper-like texture was the biggest challenge during the stocking process.
When the stocking edge and body passed over her ankle and calf in that instant, Funis nearly lost consciousness and almost fell off the chair. But thinking that her adoptive daughter was right in front of her, and if she discovered her constitution was so lewd, her life would definitely end on the spot, in panic and fear she forced herself to stay conscious and maintain her sitting posture.
This position…
Funis looked down at her adoptive daughter.
The straight, handsome bridge of her nose and tender, thin lips, her clear blue eyes like the azure sky, her soft, flowing golden curls—she combined feminine softness with neutral heroism, exactly like a brave female general leading troops into battle as depicted in epic paintings.
Exceptional beauty combined with eternally blooming pride and confidence would attract not only boys her age, but girls might also find it hard to resist such blazing passion like the sun.
Nine years had passed in a flash, and the precious daughter she cherished had become a beautiful, mature young lady.
But at this moment, Funis was no longer the Sera who had always stood behind his adoptive daughter, silently providing support. She sat here, transformed into this impure state.
With only a thin layer of Flossan white snow cotton fabric between them.
Once removed, those unspeakable filthy fluids would splash all over Charlotte’s face, which was both handsome and delicate, and the trust and familial love built up over the years would shatter into pieces.
Wave after wave of intense sensations swept through her entire body and flooded her mind, repeatedly plunging her into blankness and confusion.
When the smooth stockings completely wrapped around her waist and hips, with every inch of her leg skin enduring binding and friction, Funis finally rolled her pink eyes back and collapsed into Charlotte’s embrace.
The Flossan white snow cotton had never actually left its proper position—just a handkerchief-sized piece could absorb an entire pool of water, and it never had problems.
But the cotton fabric in Funis’s heart had long been removed.
Charlotte’s smile no longer held the dependence and expectation of the past; that unfamiliar doting and pity belonged to “Celi.” In this moment, Funis clearly realized that the relationship between her and Charlotte could never return to what it once was.
Just another twisted and deceptive new relationship.
But when would this detestable life finally end? How could she kill that woman who had turned everything into the current situation?
“I want to… die…” the girl whispered.
Powerless.