Chapter 4:This is my revenge against you.

This was naturally wrong.

Plain hypnosis wasn’t taboo here.

Many fine mages even used it on themselves for good sleep.

But what Phyllis used was clearly the custom version from Aaliyah’s last loop!

Effects… like those black-and-white comics.

Mental suggestion, total obedience.

Last life, she controlled the Papal saintess with it.

Gained trust, infiltrated the team.

Proven effective.

But the problem…

Why did Phyllis know this spell?!

Protagonist with plot armor, near-death survival—fine.

Even rebirth, she could stomach.

But something that shouldn’t exist on this timeline—how?!

Suddenly, a terrifying thought surfaced—

“She couldn’t also…”

Before Aaliyah could think further, magic mixed with tongue warmth surged.

Instantly, cool sensation spread body-wide.

She knew: magic diffusion.

Next: implant hypnosis brand.

But Aaliyah wouldn’t let full hypnosis happen.

Faking unconscious yet bold enough to straddle and kiss—what if truly out?

Shudder to think.

Quickly mobilized ample body magic.

Gently rewrote part of the brand.

Kept consciousness clear.

This timeline’s Aaliyah studied diligently—magic reserves impressive.

But must say.

Cool all over—nice.

So hypnosis felt this good?

Ice-fire duality.

Aaliyah eyes closed, thinking.

…

Meanwhile, Phyllis forcing magic injection wasn’t comfy.

Shameful pose pressed to Aaliyah.

Body lotion mixed girl scent at nose—head dizzy.

Good thing, hypnosis complete.

Starlight on glass—multicolor magic burst from Aaliyah.

Flash gone, became threads roaming body.

Finally outlined left eye corner: dainty colorful hexagram.

Then Aaliyah opened eyes.

Blank, vacant stare at the girl.

Next, hexagram glowed.

Echoed her stunning blue pupils.

Endless pure blue—like post-storm sky.

“So beautiful…”

Murmur escaped.

Phyllis snapped from daze.

Shame and hate surged.

Damn witch!

Even hypnotized, still seductive?

She wouldn’t forget—nights together, this heart-player used such alluring face.

Sank her step by step.

Phyllis deep breath.

Suppressed unease, anger.

Closed eyes, sensed new slave brand.

Overjoyed.

Admit: Aaliyah’s magic prowess top-tier.

Aside evil intent—spell near flawless.

One: instant hypnosis.

Anytime, trigger brand—obedience state, full control.

Two: suggestion.

Under hypnosis, plant ideas—guide subconscious.

Even unhypnotized, drift toward suggestion.

Plus, brand sense: feel Aaliyah’s state, location somewhat.

“Damn… like slave owner absolute control tool.”

Shook head inwardly.

Remembered still on lap.

Heat beyond normal assaulted.

Almost thoughtless—face red, stood.

“I… won’t like this bastard again…”

Aaliyah’s cold face flashed.

Hand smoothed skirt, erase contact.

Soon controlled expression.

Cold laugh:

“Aaliyah, know why I hypnotize-enslave you?”

“…You don’t. Of course not.”

“Your deeds, heart-play blood debts—maybe future for you, but I felt them real!”

“So, tooth for tooth, eye for eye. Pay for errors!”

Phyllis’s unnaturally calm voice hit.

Aaliyah’s hanging heart died.

F*ck… all makes sense.

Phyllis reborn too.

Inherited last timeline: backstab then counter-kill memories…

Damn!

Protagonist luck + past experience—this world prepping her grand funeral?!

“I swear this life: all shameless usurpers, colluding life-taking cultists—catch all, blood for blood.”

“None spared.”

Oh, kill her whole family…

Aaliyah: no objection.

Original enjoyed decade luxury—deserved.

No family feelings, some sympathy.

But for her now—different.

Since arriving, zero princess ease.

Villain role: killed endlessly by chosen ones.

Phyllis revenge—she wanted to stand, applaud.

So, use her resources to speed family slaughter?

Die meow~

“And you, my princess.”

Phyllis suddenly bent.

Four eyes met on chair.

Jade eyes lost resolve, hate.

Replaced: near-pathological triumph, madness.

Twisted excitement of total control.

“I want you to love me.”

“Not past fake, not calculated betrayal counterfeit… dead loyal, incurable love for me.”

“Eyes only me, mind only me, heartbeat quicken only for me.”

“World shrink to my name, voice, touch.”

Speaking, Phyllis casually lifted chin.

Pinched left right, toying small object.

“Then, I’ll kill you.”

“At happiest, deepest love moment—kill you myself.”

“Let you taste: betrayed by most trusted, heart-soul crushed.”

She hummed laugh.

Paused.

Leaned to ear, word by word:

“This… my revenge on you.”