When I heard the word "punishment," memories of Demon Hunters captured by the Bloodline—recorded in ancient texts—flooded my mind. Terror swept away every trace of weakness in my body. All I wanted was to escape this place, to flee from Senior Thousand Feathers, whose intoxicating beauty was as dangerous as a thorned rose.
I squirmed in her arms, seeking an opening to break free. My movements brushed against her damp, freshly washed hair, grazed impossibly soft skin, and nearly dislodged the towel clinging precariously to her shoulders. Even as a girl, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
*The allure of the Bloodline knows no gender.*
"Hmm… what punishment should little Wu receive?" Senior Thousand Feathers teased, her crimson eyes dancing with mischief as she studied my face, truly pondering her next move.
"N-no… please don’t!" My panic surged. I kicked and flailed weakly, trying to push her off my pinned body.
"Tsk tsk. Naughty children must be disciplined," she chided, effortlessly pinning my wrists. Her right hand slid to my thigh. Her index finger traced slow, deliberate circles upward along my skin.
I’d only just discovered my secret: it wasn’t just my waist that held ticklish weak spots…
*My thighs did too!*
Her finger moved like a nimble dancer, striking precise points. Strange tingles shot upward until she’d mapped every sensitive spot. Only then did I realize her true intent.
Senior Thousand Feathers loomed over me like a spider securing its prey. She pressed me onto the bed, her hand lifting from my thigh to stroke my flushed cheek—flushed from stifled laughter. Then, before my wide eyes, she pressed her index finger to my forehead, sinking my head deep into the pillow.
She trapped my head to blind me to her next target, denying me the chance to tense my muscles.
*This was utterly unfair!*
Her hand glided down my pajama top, slipping beneath the hem of my shorts to bare skin. With practiced ease, her fingers began to lightly scratch.
"Ahh—hahaha!"
The sudden assault choked my pleas into breathless laughter. Trapped on the bed, I could only watch helplessly as she targeted my most vulnerable spots.
"Hahaha… stop, Senpai! Please, no more!" I begged, muscles locked tight against the torture.
"Surrendering already, Wu?" Her voice dripped with dark amusement. "But such a quick punishment won’t satisfy me." She caught my desperate attempts to stifle giggles, her crimson eyes flashing wickedly. "Curious what comes next?"
"N-no… I don’t—"
Her fingers dug deeper. The unexpected pressure shattered my resistance, bursting into fresh laughter.
I couldn’t fight back. Tears streamed from my eyes as the tickling intensified—a cruelty like being chained down while feathers teased bare soles.
"Haaah… ngh… stop! Please!" I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to face her mocking smile or the reflection of my own tearful, pleading face in her pink irises.
The scratching softened to gentle taps. She’d heard my surrender. But this light touch was worse—after bracing against fierce assault, my built-up resistance crumbled uselessly. The frustration nearly made me sob.
"Hah… hah… don’t… don’t tickle anymore!"
I shut my eyes again, foolishly hoping darkness would end the torment. But her whisper, laced with playful threat, curled against my ear:
"Wu… you must watch me now." Her breath warmed my skin. "Or shall I continue?"
*Fine! I’ll look!*
Defeated, I opened my eyes. Senior Thousand Feathers’ breathtaking face filled my vision—*this* was why she reigned as the school’s "Onee-sama."
"There we go," she murmured, leaning closer. Her warm, fragrant breath brushed my cheek. "A good girl like Wu won’t be punished." Her fingers slowed… then stilled. *It was over.*
*Waaah… I’m so ticklish…*
Just as relief washed over me—her hands darted back! One last, vengeful scratch across my thighs before she pulled away, grinning as she waited to see my reaction.
Predictably, I shrieked:
"Mmph—HAHA! SENPAI, YOU’RE THE WORST! WAAAAH!"
