Of Steel and Roses: Silver-Haired Loli on a Rampage Chapter 217: Then, sister, you’d better be prepared

"Pun... punishnt...?"

Pavela's voice trembled slightly.

"How will you punish ...?"

Eleanor did not answer.

Her lips moved away from Pavela's ear.

She traced the contour of the auricle gently.

Then the earlobe.

Warm breath sprayed onto that small patch of sensitive skin.

Pavela shuddered all over.

"Eleanor... wait..."

Her words were interrupted.

Eleanor gently bit her earlobe.

It was a bit heavier than before.

A pressure carrying a certain special aning.

That sensation, mixed with a slight sting, spread from her ear all the way down her spine.

It turned her voice into a fragnted, tuneless noise.

Pavela's breathing beca rapid.

"Wait a mont... Eleanor... you..."

"Hmm?"

Eleanor's voice ca from beside her ear.

It carried a hint of a smile.

And sothing that made Pavela's face flush and heart race.

"What's wrong, Little Pa?"

"Didn't you just say... you were fine?"

"Since you're fine..."

She hooked the first button of the collar.

"Then accept your punishnt obediently."

The button ca undone.

The first one, then the second, then the third.

Pavela's face burned fiercely.

She could feel her heartbeat so fast it seed ready to leap out of her chest.

She felt she should say sothing.

She felt she should stop this.

She felt she should run away.

But... there was nowhere to run.

And...

And she didn't seem to want to run away all that much.

...

"Eleanor..."

Her voice had taken on a color she didn't recognize herself.

Soft and sweet.

Like she was acting spoiled.

Or like she was begging for rcy.

"Call Sister."

Eleanor's voice sounded in her ear.

Low.

Husky.

With a certain dangerous magnetic quality.

Pavela's face grew even redder.

"I..."

"Call ."

Eleanor's tone brooked no argunt.

At the sa ti, she made a movent that caused Pavela to shudder.

"Sis... Sister..."

Pavela's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"Mm, good girl."

Eleanor chuckled softly in her ear.

That laugh made the tips of Pavela's ears turn completely red.

...

What happened next.

Pavela's mind couldn't quite rember clearly.

There were only fragnted pieces.

Like lightning through curtains on a stormy night.

Flickering and uncertain.

Yet branded onto her retinas.

Eleanor's fingers were very cool now.

Every touch felt like lighting a small fla.

She still rembered those flas.

Those flas spread along a trajectory she had never known.

Crossing mountains, traversing valleys.

Then piercing through every defensive line she had thought was indestructible.

She also thought of a poem she had read long ago.

A story about humanity conquering nature.

Before the jungle, every step humanity takes is into an unknown territory where no one has ever set foot.

It is a very difficult thing, an arduous struggle.

But the jungle is right here; it will not leave.

So, it can only be explored step by step, conquered inch by inch.

Like the tide washing over the beach.

Like moonlight piercing through thin mist.

Like a sort of sweet drowning.

Pavela bit her lip.

Trying not to let herself make any shaful sounds.

But those sounds still leaked from between her teeth.

Fragnted and intermittent.

Sounding like a Cat whimpering.

"Don't hold it in."

Eleanor's voice ca from above.

"I want to hear it."

And so, certain sounds were like birds imprisoned for too long.

Once the cage door was opened, they rushed out in a scramble.

So were sighs.

So were whimpers.

So were syllables she didn't even know how to define.

Then, her consciousness began to blur.

Like a small boat tossing in a storm.

Losing direction.

Losing its anchor.

Only able to ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) drift with the current.

Then.

At a certain mont.

The center of the storm arrived.

Lightning struck that small boat in an instant.

Pavela's body suddenly tensed.

Tears slid uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

But strangely.

That bolt of lightning did not tear her apart.

Half of its power was shared by sothing.

In her daze, she rembered that pair of rings.

The contract of the Path of the Lover.

The vow to share everything.

It turned out this vow was serious.

Even monts like this were no exception.

She looked at Eleanor.

She found Eleanor's brow was also slightly furrowed.

Her lips were pressed into a line.

Her face wore an imperceptible expression.

She felt it too.

The sa storm.

The sa lightning.

The sa...

First ti.

This realization was like a pebble thrown into the center of a lake.

Ripples spread out circle by circle.

Making Pavela's heart suddenly beco very soft.

Completely soft.

She reached out her hand.

Wanting to touch Eleanor's face.

Then she rembered her hands hadn't regained their freedom yet.

"Undo it..."

Her voice was terribly raspy.

"Sister... help undo it..."

Eleanor glanced at her.

In those pink eyes, the feverish light seed to soften a bit.

Like the sea after a storm.

The waves gradually subsided.

Leaving only a gentle swelling.

And so, Pavela was free.

She imdiately raised her hands.

Cupping Eleanor's face.

That blood-stained, pale, yet still beautiful face.

"Does it hurt?"

She asked in a small voice.

Eleanor was taken aback for a mont.

Then, she smiled.

That smile was different from before.

It was no longer that dangerous smile that made Pavela feel weak.

It was a very gentle, very real smile, like the first touch of spring revealed after the snow lts.

"You still have the mind to worry about ?"

She said.

"When clearly you're the one..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

She was interrupted by Pavela.

Pavela leaned in.

And kissed her.

This ti, Pavela took the initiative.

Eleanor was clearly stunned.

She hadn't expected Pavela to suddenly counterattack.

In the mont she was dazed, Pavela's hands had already found her shoulders.

Then, she pushed hard.

The positions of the two were instantly reversed.

The hunter beca the prey.

The conqueror beca the conquered.

"Little Pa?"

There was a hint of surprise in Eleanor's voice.

"You..."

"It's my turn."

Pavela's voice was still a bit raspy.

Tear stains still hung from the corners of her eyes.

But in her eyes, sothing had been ignited.

"Sister bullied for so long."

"Now, it's my turn."

Eleanor looked at her.

In those pink eyes, surprise gradually turned into sothing else.

Expectation?

Indulgence?

Or...

Provocation?

"Then co on."

She said.

A smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Let see what Little Pa is capable of."

Pavela took a deep breath.

She could feel her blood boiling.

The erosion of the Path of the Lover was likewise surging within her.

That impulse to possess, to mark, to make the other completely belong to her.

At this mont, it was exceptionally strong.

But she didn't lose her reason.

She just lowered her head.

And whispered a sentence into Eleanor's ear:

"Then Sister better be prepared."

Then.

She began her own exploration.