Chapter 8
Chapter 8: An Unusual Agreement
Fingertips lightly brushed over the snow-white stockings, feeling their cool and delicate texture.
Finis couldn’t help but swallow nervously. She was sitting on the cashmere carpet spread on the floor by the bed, nearly naked, with her jade-like feet showing a touch of pink at the soles resting beside her hips, her toes gently tapping.
This wasn’t her first time handling a girl’s stockings. Charlotte wasn’t a particularly diligent young lady, and Finis, acting as a father figure, had often washed her adopted daughter’s clothes.
But there was a fundamental difference between the two situations. After all, washing someone else’s clothes didn’t mean you had to wear them, and there was nothing embarrassing about doting on a daughter.
But now, the person wearing these light and soft skirts and stockings had become herself…
Finis secretly raised her head to glance at Chessia.
The black-haired, red-eyed witch was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, one leg bare and porcelain-like while the other remained clad in midnight-black stockings. Her black leather shoes dangled from the front of her slightly flesh-toned black silk-covered toes, swaying gently in the candlelight.
She tilted her head back, looking down at Finis with a playful gaze that also carried a hint of coldness and undeniable authority.
“If you don’t hurry up, I’ll have to help you~”
Rather than a threat, Chessia’s tone carried more anticipation and eagerness. She seemed to have wanted to do this for a long time, as if she had been waiting for ages.
“N-no need… I can do it myself…” Finis lowered her head again, trembling.
She imagined that scene and felt goosebumps all over her body. If it came to that, it would be utterly mortifying—she would rather die.
Finis refocused her attention on the snow-white stockings in her hands.
She swallowed nervously again.
There was no other choice but to steel herself and put them on.
“Farewell, my life as a man.”
Finis closed her eyes and whispered to herself in a voice only she could hear, like a prayer.
With great resolve and determination, the silver-haired girl grabbed the hem of the stocking, rolled it up, and lifted her smooth, delicate foot to place it inside, completely encasing her foot and ankle.
Her first reaction was coldness.
The silky material was soft and cool. The moment it touched the arch of her foot, a chill flowed through her skin into her flesh and bones, lingering.
Then came the subtle friction.
As Finis gripped the hem and slowly pulled the stocking up, her sensitive pores and nerves felt a tingling stimulation. Her vulnerable constitution quickly succumbed to this friction, making her movements stop and start.
Her quiet gasps grew heavier.
Through the candlelight, Finis could see the clouds of mist she exhaled, their sweet scent wafting through the air.
“N-no good♡~ I need to hurry and put them on…”
Chessia’s burning gaze made Finis incredibly anxious, but the more flustered she became, the more clumsy her movements, and the stronger the stimulation from the friction between the stockings and her calves.
“Uwii♡—!”
With her pink tongue slightly extended, purple eyes rolling back, Finis nearly lost consciousness.
This was terrible.
Never mind the process of putting on the stockings—as long as the fabric remained tightly wrapped around her legs, the stimulation would never fade.
For Finis, these light, silky garments were less like thigh-high stockings and more like instruments of torture and humiliation, forcing her to reveal her shameful, unsightly state.
The witch suddenly grabbed Finis’s forearm, pulling the defenseless girl into her embrace.
“Hmm~ Looks like I’ll have to help you after all.” Chessia chuckled smugly in a low voice.
“Eh? No, don’t… I don’t need—eeeii♡~!?”
Just as Finis realized what was happening and tried to break free from the witch’s embrace, the white silk thigh-high stockings hanging halfway up her leg were suddenly pulled up to the top of her thigh, the tight lace hem making a crisp snap against her well-proportioned, fair, and delicate thigh.
Nearly fainting, Finis was about to collapse when Chessia gently caught her, turned her around, and seated her firmly on her knee.
“Ungu♡—!”
Then came the other leg and the other stocking.
Finis was startled back from her hazy consciousness, but Chessia firmly pressed down on her shoulders, preventing her from jumping away due to the reflexive stimulation.
She could no longer think. Her body was weak and powerless. Finis allowed Chessia to manipulate her as she pleased. The tight corset and laced underwear were put on one by one, and in her daze, even the outermost strapless dress was somehow completed.
The fluffy, elaborate long dress, the slender legs covered in white silk thigh-high stockings, and light-colored ribbons woven into bows adorning her transparent horns and translucent silver hair.
Only now did the silver-haired girl truly resemble an exquisite doll.
Of course, that was if one ignored her dreamy gaze and flushed cheeks.
Chessia gently inserted her fingers, covered in sweet dew, into Finis’s mouth. “What an indecent girl, spilling everywhere. I should return all of this to you.”
She applied a bit of pressure, forcing the teary-eyed girl to carefully lick her fingers clean.
Directly in front was a large floor mirror. Finis could see that pitiful yet adorable girl lying weakly in the witch’s arms, their four silk-covered legs—black and white—intertwined, her slender arms pulled up and locked tight, and crystalline saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth.
It was undoubtedly deliberate—Chessia deliberately wanted her to see this vulnerable, already-submissive side of herself.
“Why…”
“What?”
Perhaps she hadn’t heard clearly, or perhaps she was surprised that Finis still retained consciousness in this state.
Chessia withdrew her fingers and softly asked in return.
“Why didn’t you kill me… why me…” The girl pressed her lips together, trembling.
Chessia smiled gently. “Because it had to be you. Because it could only be you. Because I’ve taken a liking to you. See? How likable you are now. I can’t bear to let you go.”
Finis looked up blankly at herself in the mirror again.
A flawless crystal girl.
She didn’t understand.
“I don’t dream much, yet you’ve always appeared in them. You’re important to me, even though I still don’t understand the meaning behind it.” Chessia silently lowered her head, her smooth cheek rubbing against Finis’s, creating a sensual image in the mirror. “Remember? You’re special. Whether as an incubus or as a witch. Your power of infinite healing and resurrection isn’t absolute—I gave you a part of my mark.”
As if given a stimulant, Finis immediately became much more clear-headed.
In the mirror, she clearly saw a mark identical to the one on the back of her hand appear on Chessia’s forehead—that was hers, Finis’s witch mark.
“Your intuition was right. Only I can kill you—no one else, not even yourself.” Chessia said softly.
No.
There was another way.
“Or, if I wanted to commit suicide… I would first have to…” The girl’s voice trembled.
She didn’t know whether she was excited or afraid.
She could no longer tell the difference.
Chessia gently guided Finis’s hand to wrap around her neck. The witch lowered her head, her wine-red eyes full of affection. “Or, you could kill me first, and then end your own life.”
But could she do it?
She was no longer the Fourth Rank Extraordinary One trusted and acclaimed by the Pope. She was no longer the Temperance Institute Enforcer who struck fear into criminals and witches alike.
How could she kill the Blood Witch?
How could she defeat this powerful monster capable of standing against an entire nation?
“Whether you’re willing to admit it or not, to me, from the moment you became an incubus, you were already my family.” Chessia smiled seductively, the blood-red in her eyes growing more intense. “Since this is your wish, your request, I’m happy to help you fulfill it. I’ve never been one to break my promises easily.”
“I will train you,” she said.
“Ten years, twenty years, even fifty years, I will wait until the day you have the ability to defeat and kill me.”
Chessia held Finis’s chin.
She looked into the eyes of this small, fragile girl whose gaze remained determined despite everything.
“That’s the look I like… stubborn as a rock, righteous as a hero, brave and fearless as a fool… and now you’re such an adorable girl. It couldn’t be more perfect.”
Chessia caressed Finis’s cheek.
“Alright,” the girl nodded.
She accepted.
This was the first time since arriving here that she wholeheartedly accepted something. She made up her mind.
“Excellent. Then from today onwards, I’ll be your sister and teacher.” Chessia’s lips curled into a smile. She was quite satisfied. “Can you tell me how you should address me now?”
Finis lowered her gaze slightly, bowing her head as silver strands of hair cascaded gently over her shoulders.
“I’ll follow your teachings, Miss Witch.”