Chapter 16: Don’t make your sister Ai laugh.

Words out, Aaliyah clearly felt the men’s cheers suddenly lag.

Eyes on her no longer brain-bug greed, but…

Deep sympathy.

Could this woman have special fetish for little girls like her?

From this yuri game worldview, Aaliyah thought quite possible.

Then problem…

Stay, or go with white-mask?

Question.

See black-robes eager—boss leave, soon beast mode?

Claire main target, safety no worry, but others hard say…

Plus these no black-magic aura, seem ordinary bandits.

But real fight, too many hostages—she bound.

So, Aaliyah decide: chance kill leader first, then think.

Thus, timid nod.

“That… sister. We go.”

…

…

Unknow woman’s bad taste.

Led, Aaliyah back own nap room.

Then pushed bed.

“Hiss—fragrant little girl.”

Woman sniffed fingertip girl scent.

Lifted white chin, interested: “Could still untouched chick?”

Ho.

Don’t make sis laugh.

Hundreds lines—done thousands if not hundreds.

At least, more than this self-claim veteran.

Think last loop how quick take three heroines?

None but practice.

But this, loop refresh timely.

Thus, honest principle no deceive innocent.

Aaliyah hold laugh, timid nod.

“Truly cute.”

Woman evil smile.

Removed white mask, reveal scar-full face.

“I like pure girls like you… innocent, cute. Cry later, sure fun.”

“You, you do what?!”

“What?”

See Aaliyah more fear, her smile deeper:

“Do fun, interesting, comfy things… relax, sister not those savage cultists.”

“You lie! You clearly, clearly have that…” Sight to tossed mask, Aaliyah gasp.

But woman red nail seal lips.

“Take money do job, life force.”

Sharp tip rub lips, pain:

“That old guy pay high, do things. Sister not hate me casual?”

This matched Aaliyah guess.

So… Rhode old guy really hire bandits fake cult, grand kidnap Claire?!

Aaliyah two words: heaven-defying.

But woman think her weak girl no threat, guard low.

Not only mouth loose, even face shown.

Good.

“Woo mu… sister no use magic bully me…” Aaliyah teary.

“No, not devil? Fine like you, keep play slow.”

She still smile, seductive eyes.

“But, cultists all, fireballs lightning magic…”

“This…”

Pink tongue lick lips.

Right hand decisive draw waist long knife.

“Depends your performance.”

Dim light flicker.

Cold blade next horizontal Aaliyah neck:

“Little girl, admit you most interesting, smartest I seen… but, pretend game end.”

6.

Quite vigilant.

“Think talk distract escape… big wrong.”

“After all, rob years—what shock those brain-only-crotch men?”

Blade, ink-green magic ripple.

“So, self strip, or… I kill you, strip self?”

Hear seductive threat.

Aaliyah squint, scan hideous woman.

Clearly, transcendent.

But in expect.

These days magic not street-full, but not rare.

Academy hundreds yearly, folk loose teach, even cult dark magic possible.

But seem, no more info…

Pity.

“Sister patience limited~”

Voice honey, yet cold sweat: “Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

“Time up.”

Shook head, quite disappointed: “Unlucky, I hate most unclear situation people…”

“Yes, me too.”

Sigh, sudden hear girl cold continue.

Then blade hand shake…

What?!

Suppress crisis unease.

Quick look up.

Just whiny girl, fair hand light grip blade end.

She mad?

Sneer, girl maybe capable, but ordinary.

Vs transcendent, no win.

Then input magic knife, push hard—pierce tender chest…

Crack.

First crisp.

Then crackle metal break.

Then, proud long knife—muffled boom, inch shatter, magic blast fragments, scatter air.

Girl cold playful words timely ear.

“Sorry, unknown miss.”

Expressionless, ice-blue eyes flow light, sky-like pupils now great pressure, face on.

“Want date my women many… just unknow, you count what?”