Bai Ling, forced into the 'dark room', was utterly hopeless. When she left the hall, she’d been plotting escape. But as the door clicked shut, despair swallowed her whole.

Bai Ting locked the door, leaned against it, and flashed her signature smirk at Bai Ling. "Hehe, run? Hiding from me? Gotcha now. Don’t even think of begging later~" She advanced step by step.

Bai Ling retreated instinctively, scrambling for excuses. "I-I..." Bai Ting cut her off. "No lies. Just accept your fate, hehe." She wiped imaginary drool from her lips, looking like a starved uncle eyeing his first girl in decades.

Bai Ling tried again. "I... need to..." "Skip it," Bai Ting snapped. "I know your tricks—bathroom breaks to bolt!"

Bai Ling gaped in shock. Bai Ting sneered. "You always pull that. Let you escape twice? A third time’d be *too* unfair to you, right?"

Hearing her scheme exposed, Bai Ling froze like ice. With each of Bai Ting’s devilish steps, her panic spiked.

After a few retreats, Bai Ling hit the bed’s edge. Instantly, Bai Ting pounced, pinning her onto the soft mattress.

Their faces inches apart, both flushed faintly. Bai Ling avoided her sister’s gaze, turning to hide her reddened, glistening earlobe. *Next time, a better excuse...* she thought weakly.

Bai Ting drooled at the pink earlobe, biting it gently. A soft gasp escaped Bai Ling—even a light lick melted her like a deflated balloon. "Ears are women’s third weak spot," they say. True.

"Um... gentle..." Bai Ling whispered. "Already done?" Bai Ting teased, hovering over her.

Bai Ling seethed silently. Post-reincarnation, this body betrayed her—overly sensitive, forcing cries she never meant to make. Utterly drained, who’d understand this despair?

Bai Ting, already burning, saw Bai Ling biting her lip to endure. That pitiful look ignited her. She stripped down, hands roaming, drawing shaky whimpers. (Ten thousand words omitted—use your imagination.)

Afterward, Bai Ling lay limp, staring blankly at the ceiling, body twitching. Bai Ting stood, checked the sheets, and clapped. "Ah, sister element is truly the best~" She licked her lips, savoring it.

Bai Ling shuddered, fearing another round. Once a day strained her fragile frame enough.

Bai Ting remembered their father. She turned. "Up, lazy bug. Father said no ‘playing’ too long." *Playing?* Bai Ling thought. *This was one-sided ** (imagine it).*

Bai Ling heard but stayed silent, too broken to move.

Bai Ting frowned—she’d caused this. She forced a stiff smile. "Hurry! Father won’t wait."

No response. Awkward. Bai Ting’s smile twitched, a '#' symbol flashing over her head.

Threats worked better. "Still lying there? Craving round two?" Bai Ling jolted upright like a spring, standing rigid. Wordlessly, she scrambled to dress.

*After one round, another might break me,* Bai Ling thought desperately. Her past-life willpower kicked in, overriding exhaustion. She’d avoid that ‘inhuman’ pampering at all costs.

Bai Ting gaped. *From limp to lightning-fast?* She didn’t realize her threat worked—if she knew, she’d jump for joy.

Snapping back to duty, Bai Ting followed Bai Ling to the vanity. She groomed herself meticulously, then brushed Bai Ling’s hair. Its silky, jet-black shine mesmerized her. Her own silver locks were soft too, but neglect dulled them—same parents, same genes. She never noticed her own allure.

Done, Bai Ting clapped. "Perfect!" She grabbed Bai Ling’s hand and pulled her toward the stairs.