Chapter 31 : So… Who Exactly Do You Choose?
“C-could you let go of my hand? I still need to go ho…”
The little girl in a dress trembled as she spoke, looking up at the tall green-haired older sister in front of her. She tried to pull her hand back, but it was useless.
“Hehe, little sister, do you want to beco an adult?” Annabella leaned closer with a wicked grin, bending down in an extrely suspicious manner.
Even though she was not unattractive, blocking a child from going ho like this really was not appropriate. Any normal perception would automatically label her a strange bad woman.
The girl shook her head vigorously, filled with ten thousand unwilling thoughts. The mont Annabella raised her hand, she instinctively shrank back—only to find a cold wall behind her.
“Be good now. Big sister has no bad intentions. Big sister only wants you to beco an adult…”
WHOOSH—
In Annabella’s hand appeared…!
A labor contract.
Half salary during internship, full pay two thousand, no insurance and no allowance, four weeks of work per month, one day off monthly, salary withheld for two months and paid once, and even rest days required on-call availability.
A child might not understand it, but any adult would explode at a single glance—and lt if they got any closer.
So your establishnt is recruiting employees? I thought you were capturing people.
“Just give in to big sister. Big sister won’t treat you badly—eh?”
Another hand that did not belong to the scene suddenly entered, precise in its target, grabbing Annabella’s wrist.
She froze, then turned her head.
It was the maid she had been longing to see. The parasol rested on her shoulder, her cold eyes filled with disdain.
“What are you doing?” Eve said, tightening her grip on Annabella’s wrist.
“Hiss! Lighter, lighter, lighter!”
The sudden pain nearly forced Annabella to kneel. The little girl regained her freedom, bowed to Eve, and ran away without looking back.
Seeing the duck fly away right before her mouth, Annabella mourned silently—but still begged aloud: “That’s enough, sister! Beautiful won should use words, not hands. If you don’t let go, I’ll…”
“What will you do?”
“I—! Then I’ll get angry at you!”
Eve snorted and released her hand, even wiping her white coat in disgust as if afraid contamination might spread.
Annabella shook her hand and complained in an affected tone, “Tsk… Little Sister Eve really doesn’t know how to control her strength.”
“For soone like you, strangling would be better.”
“Really?!”
Eve: ?
Facing Annabella’s suddenly sparkling, excited eyes, Eve’s mind filled with enormous confusion. What was wrong with her? What exactly was she expecting?
“If you really want that… Little Sister Eve should wear that maid outfit, then use those beautiful feet wrapped in premium black stockings to step on
on the bed… and finally lean down and use those lace-gloved hands to firmly strangle my neck…”
Annabella directly sank into her own imagination, eyes rolling upward as she clutched her abdon, igniting an inexplicable heat.
“Mmm~ Just thinking about it makes
unable to hold back! Little Sister Eve~ rich flavor needs no extra seasoning~”
Eve frowned, biting her teeth in silence and unconsciously stepping half a pace back. Even the dark gun barrel earlier had not frightened her like this—yet now she actually feared this deranged older sister.
Behind her, the red-haired loli who had been silent finally stepped forward with arms crossed, unable to resist launching a personal attack.
“What disgusting nonsense is this lewd woman babbling about?”
“Oh ho ho… huh?” Annabella froze mid-laugh and glared at her in displeasure. “Whose child is this? So rude.”
“Who are you calling a child?!”
“If there isn’t a second flat chest here,” Annabella puffed out her clearly outlined chest, “then it must be you.”
Flat…
You’re flat…
I… am flat…?!
Vivian’s mouth twitched. Her fists hardened. She raised her hand and invoked the Desolate Heaven Imprisoning Finger without beginning any chanting.
“You shaless, lewd woman—dare repeat what you just said?!”
Naturally, Annabella would not indulge her. Hands on her waist, she bent forward provocatively. “So what? I’ll say it. Flat, flat—small and flat, how pitiful~”
“I think you’re tired of living and want to witness the Hatherin tide!”
For a mont, Vivian even wanted to jump up and slap her—she really was short, after all. Even standing on tiptoe she might barely reach.
Just as she was about to explode and attack, Eve raised her hand between them in ti, trying to extinguish the burning fuse.
“Both of you, could you stop—”
In unison: “None of your business!”
The two resud arguing while Eve stood like an outsider, feeling she belonged under the carriage rather than inside it. Humans and vampires truly did not understand each other—she only found them noisy.
Fine then, should I leave?
Sigh… at least they will not start fighting. Probably.
Thinking that, Eve leaned against the wall and idly played with her parasol, wondering how things had developed to this point.
Vivian did not want to take the bus, her feet hurt so she did not want to walk, and she could not directly contact ho to pick her up. Carrying her back had been suggested—predictably rejected.
So they ca to find Annabella, and on the way fulfill a promise to visit the small dessert shop tucked in a corner.
But for now, they would not be leaving anyti soon…
They argued for over ten minutes, neither yielding. When both grew thirsty, Annabella suggested a temporary break before continuing.
“Tch, already exhausted? Trash,” Vivian added, though her own throat felt like smoke.
“I’m really going to discipline you, you flat child!”
“You think I’d fear an ugly pervert whose only value is her chest?!”
“You dare call
ugly?! You’re the ugly one! Short potato! Cutting board!”
“Go die, green-haired freak!”
Sohow, in the middle of their quarrel, they both turned their heads.
At that mont, Eve was crouching nearby, focused on teasing a passing calico stray cat—then suddenly felt two extrely sharp gazes.
“ow!” The cat hissed and leapt into a pile of debris, vanishing instantly.
Eve slowly raised her head and faced the rapidly approaching pair.
“What do you a—?”
“Eve!” ×2
They spoke in perfect sync again, glared at each other in mutual disgust, then stared back at Eve.
Annabella rushed first, pointing at her own face then at Vivian. “Little Sister Eve, judge fairly! From your conscience, between
and this useless red-haired dwarf, who is prettier? Who is the ugly one?!”
“You’re lying!” Vivian fud, pushing aside Annabella’s arm and squeezing forward. “Eve! Tell —am I the noble beauty, or is this tasteless, perverted, brain-damaged green monster uglier? You must be clear!”
“……”
If Eve had a status panel, it would certainly read: Pressure
A test of faith had arrived…
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