Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

In folk tales from any country, seducing one's sister-in-law is always met with severe punishment, like being stabbed three times and stabbed six times. This shows that seducing one's sister-in-law is inherently evil and despicable, something Brunhilde, as pure and innocent as a kitten, would never do. Siegfried refused to believe it because she felt Brunhilde could never betray her and seduce her woman.

How could Brunhilde do that? I'm his beloved older sister...

She couldn't figure it out.

But the facts are laid bare before us.

“You… Bubu, Cecilia, you…” Siegfried said hoarsely, “You did this on purpose.”

Cecilia was taken aback.

"You just want to see me break down. You've hidden it all this time just to watch me go from heaven to hell on what you consider the most important day?" Siegfried said in a low voice. "You're torturing me like this just for the little bit of guilt-ridden pleasure you feel in your own hearts? Or to humiliate me like this?"

"Uh... no, Phil, listen to me."

“Bubu, I don’t remember raising you into this kind of person,” Siegfried said softly, but he felt himself growing colder inch by inch, not just for himself, but for many others. “Is this the sinful blood of the Kaslana family? I thought that by keeping you by my side, keeping you away from your mother, and hoping you would have a lively and energetic older sister as a role model, you could escape the humiliation your mother inflicted on you. But I still haven’t done enough. You’ve still been twisted into a bastard who takes pleasure in defiling the dignity of others. Are you happy to see me like this? What else do you want to do? I know, I’m all prepared. The show that’s about to begin is: taking away the girl I love most right in front of me?”

Brunhilde froze, somewhat at a loss. Fortunately, Cheng Lixue had already fainted by this time. Shi Yuqiluo swallowed hard, resisted her urges, and pinched his arm to stop him.

"Not going to continue? Let me see." Siegfried's face was pale, and a desolate smile appeared on his face. "This is the punishment I deserve, isn't it? As the older sister, you failed to protect your younger brother. You must harbor a deep hatred for the Kaslana family... I've always been afraid to know this, but knowing it doesn't seem to matter much. You hate the Kaslana, you hate your blood, you hate Mother, and you hate that I didn't save you... So you want to take away my happiness. I know all of that."

Cecilia frowned slightly, not quite understanding why Siegfried kept mentioning "mother" in his sentences.

But Siegfried clearly had no intention of answering; she was probably already utterly despondent. After all, in her eyes, Brunhilde was now the kind of bad jungler who would sneakily use the Rift Herald to take down the first turret while the top laner was recalling. And to make matters worse, the jungler was her own, so even in her extreme anger and resentment, there was no way to retaliate.

Brunhilde thought to herself that the blow to her older sister had been quite severe, and she was starting to think in extreme directions! But she really never thought that Siegfried actually... actually knew about his and Claire's secret, and had been pretending not to see through it all these years.

His mood suddenly became a bit chaotic.

Has Siegfried been thinking of him all these years with this thought in mind? Guilt, a desire to make amends? She didn't want the family to fall apart, so she kept it a secret, and this secrecy made her feel even more guilty towards herself?

This sense of guilt prevented her from even becoming furious, which surprised Brunhilde and Cecilia.

but……

Although things have changed slightly, the overall plan is being executed without problems. Whether Siegfried is enraged and out of her mind or completely despondent, it doesn't matter; she can quickly pull herself together.

Under Siegfried's incredulous gaze, the boy clapped his hands, signaling Shiyu Qiluo to carry Cheng Lixue off the bed. Then he pressed the remote control, and Siegfried suddenly felt the restraint chair beneath him move, launching her straight up and onto the soft bed.

Siegfried knelt on the bed with his hands behind his back, his expression even more incredulous.

"Bubu, you actually want your sister to watch...watch how you get Cecilia?!"

She was so desperate that her whole body trembled, and she even had murderous thoughts. But she knew all too well the difference in combat strength. Not to mention that Cecilia alone could easily crush her, either the unconscious Cheng Lixue beside her or the expectant Shigure Kira could easily go toe-to-toe with her, right?

These bastards came prepared.

But at this moment, Siegfried couldn't help but look down at his smiling younger brother. A strange logic flashed through his mind, a trait inherited from his family, Kaslana. "Bubu can easily crush Cheng Lixue in bed by himself. Maybe he can easily take care of both Cheng Lixue and Shigure Kira. In some ways, is my Bubu already beyond an A-rank Valkyrie?"

“Uh…” Brunhilde was conflicted.

Although that was the plan, Siegfried's fiery gaze fixed on him as he knelt before him was genuinely frightening. Having been the younger brother for so many years, he still possessed a certain amount of authority as an older sister, though not much.

but……

Today, Siegfried, dressed in her finest attire, looked no less beautiful than Cecilia. Her elaborate black and gold wedding gown made her appear almost otherworldly. Brunhilde, accustomed to her sister's male disguise, hadn't realized that her sister, in her wedding dress, was also an exceptionally beautiful young woman, tall and voluptuous beyond most girls.

He subconsciously stroked his sister's face.

Siegfried stared at him coldly and angrily, her pretty face full of determination.

Considering that staring into Siegfried's eyes would only lead to further anger, he thought for a moment and then said softly, "Sister, you've misunderstood. I never had any intention of humiliating or hurting you."

Siegfried sneered: "You've got me handcuffed here, and you're still saying this?"

Brunhilde pressed the remote control, and the handcuffs unlocked automatically. Siegfried was stunned. For a moment, she seemed to want to move, but she quickly realized that she was powerless to resist in this room. After hesitating, she remained kneeling on the bed, twisting her wrists, and still sneered: "Begin. Don't worry, I will watch it all, just as you wish."

After a second of silence, she said in a deep voice, "I understand what you mean. You... are the perfect match, and I will give up on my own. No, you've gone to great lengths not just to make me give up, but also to have me cover for you... Ha, fine, of course, this is the last time I'll help you, Bubu. I will keep your secret, and for the sake of our two families' reputation, I will maintain the facade of our marriage. But, Bubu, Cecilia, from today onwards, from the day you treated me this way, we... are estranged..."

Then her mouth was covered by Brunhilde, who was already impatient.

"I already told you, sister, you've misunderstood." The little ragdoll cat frowned, really not wanting to listen anymore. "Why do you always get so caught up in your own reasoning?"

Siegfried slapped his hand away, angrily saying, "What misunderstanding? You and Cecilia aren't having an affair?"

“Yes, but to be precise, there isn’t actually a single leg yet,” Cecilia interjected.

"Ha, to complete the final harmony of life on this day, right? How romantic, how charming, and you even have to let me witness your union?" Siegfried's beautiful eyes flashed with even more anger, and the little crown on her head trembled with rage. "Now I understand why there are three wedding dresses. Now that I think about it, why do the bridesmaids' dresses also have wedding dress crowns and headdresses? Bubu's dress is just as gorgeous as mine. So you planned this all along!"

“This isn’t a bridesmaid dress!” Brunhilde roared.

Cecilia sighed softly. "Since you've already guessed that the three of us are wearing matching dresses today, why do you still keep thinking that today... is just about Bubu and me?"

Siegfried didn't understand at first, but suddenly she shivered and quickly went over Cecilia's words in her mind.

Her expression suddenly turned somewhat strange.

“We’re family,” Cecilia said softly. She slowly climbed onto the bed, gently took Siegfried’s arm, which was covered by a black silk glove, and kissed her cheek.

Siegfried suddenly lost her composure and froze.

Cecilia gently untied the straps of her bodice, slipped her small hand inside, and then pressed her down onto the bed. The white bride and the black bride nestled together softly and beautifully. As Cecilia gently pulled open her long dress, she turned to look at the boy, revealing a doting yet charming smile, an inviting smile.

Siegfried's reason suddenly returned.

Her face suddenly turned bright red, and almost instantly she began to pound the bed with all her might, like a boxer who had been overwhelmed by a ground move in a free-fighting ring begging for mercy, her voice trembling with anxiety and on the verge of tears.

"No, no, no! That's not right! It's not how it works! This isn't how it unfolds!"

“This is how it unfolds~” Cecilia said, pressing her down with a broad smile.

"No, no, no! This isn't even the scariest scenario I've imagined these past few days! Look, look, Cecilia, listen to me, Bubu, wait a minute, listen to me, listen to me! I'm not angry anymore, I'm not furious anymore, I accept it, I really accept it! I promise I won't get involved in your affairs, you can have as much in-depth communication as you want, I'm totally in favor of that! But you can't do this, let me go, I won't say anything!"

“Miss Phil, don’t you love me the most? Don’t you like it when I’m being so affectionate with you?” Cecilia loosened her long hair, and her white hair fell to her cheeks. Her alluring fragrance intoxicated Siegfried for a moment.

But terror quickly outweighed her infatuation with Cecilia. Siegfried was completely disoriented. She jumped around like a pufferfish that had come ashore, but all her strength was pinned down on the bed by Cecilia and she couldn't muster any more.

Then she saw Cecilia take a reagent out of her bosom, inject it into her lower abdomen, and then look at her tenderly.

Siegfried knew what the reagent was; it was an egg cell cloned from her and Cecilia's genes, and if injected, conception was possible.

In the past, Siegfried would have been very happy, because it would have meant that Cecilia had completely accepted her and was even willing to try the possibility of having a child with her.

But today Siegfried was on the verge of collapse as she watched Cecilia inject the second vial of reagent into her body.

This is understandable, as lesbian couples typically both receive injections to increase their chances of conception. However, given that Cecilia and Brunhilde have already made it clear, the implication of doing this is...

She turned her head away in grief and indignation, and sure enough, the little Ragdoll cat remained calm.

"Sister Leah, does this mean the evidence has been completely fabricated?"

"Hmm, if we get pregnant in the future, we can deny it was from this injection. So, Bubu, you don't need to worry about anything~" Cecilia smiled and touched Siegfried's belly, "This is the real way to deceive everyone, no one will know about our connection."

Siegfried was so desperate he couldn't speak; his beautiful eyes were filled with tears and pleading.

But Cecilia didn't care. She pressed Siegfried down onto the bed, their delicate skin touching, their two alluring bodies overlapping, their soft, towering breasts colliding. She smiled and said, "You've taken my genes, and I've taken yours. Now let's see if the genes used for cloning between girls like us are stronger, or if Bubu's natural genes as a boy... are more conquering."

Then, the saintess, holding down the distraught Siegfried, turned to look at the little Ragdoll cat, revealing a gentle yet alluring smile, and extended her hand in invitation.

“Look, I’ve already pinned her down. I can take off her wedding dress… but Bubu, I don’t have hands to take off my wedding dress.”

Chapter Sixty-Four: An Idol's Duty is to Offer Support Through Pillow Talk

December 25, 1999, six days before the new millennium.

The millennium, while a name that may not resonate much in Asia, is actually a religious theological term meaning "the year of the second coming of the millennial kingdom," originating from the Book of Revelation in the New Testament. On this day, Christ descended to earth, and the earth became the Kingdom of Heaven, where believers in Christ were resurrected as Kings. The devils were chained to hell, and the Gospel spread throughout the world.

In European countries where most people retain their theological beliefs, this approach is still quite popular. Therefore, the millennium Christmas Eve, which only occurs once every thousand years, is highly anticipated in various countries. This Christmas Eve is probably the largest and most festive Christmas Eve in human history.

Japan's Kohaku Uta Gassen (Red and White Song Battle) was extended for a full five days until New Year's Day; in Britain, every household's shop window was filled with red wine and fish, as this symbolized a bountiful family life; in Brazil, more than 50,000 people climbed to the top of a mountain and pulled each other's ears; and in Italy, more than 200,000 brave souls jumped into the frozen Arno River for a winter swim.

Everywhere is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Even in snowy Siberia, such as Moscow, St. Petersburg, or Novosibirsk, people are everywhere despite it being the dead of winter. The streets are filled with men and women with rosy cheeks, who hug each other and wish each other a Merry New Year and a Merry Christmas. The ice sculpture in the center of the square outside the Bolshoi Theatre shimmers with the colorful lights of the surrounding billboards, creating a dazzling spectacle of peace and joy.

The huge billboard above the square featured a beautiful blue-haired idol with a single ponytail, smiling brightly as she was being interviewed by reporters.

"Okay~ That performance was really amazing! It seems like Kirako didn't even wipe her sweat off. Hmm, first of all, let's give a warm welcome to Ms. Kirako of the 'Sugar Dew Star Frost' group to accept our interview~ Say hello to the camera!"

"Hehe, no, idols don't sweat! Hello everyone watching, I'm Shigure Kira, a bottom-tier idol who's been working for three years~Kira~ Merry Christmas everyone! This dance is dedicated to all the darlings who love Sugar Dew Star Frost Official! Of course, even if you don't like it, I'll still dedicate it to you!"

"Mmm, Kirako is so energetic! Just a few words from her are so adorable! But that's too modest of you, little idol. Kirako is a superstar idol who reigns supreme in Munich, with fans even in Siberia and China! During her visit to Moscow, the audience was full of your supporters~"

"Hey hey hey."

The interview went smoothly, but in a van parked in front of the Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow, a young woman of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long white hair and extremely delicate and beautiful features, leaned against the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and listened to the interview dialogue on the large screen in the square.

Passing guests noticed the car; although it wasn't a luxury vehicle, such expensive minivans were not commonly seen and were often used by celebrities. Some people approached and, seeing the strikingly beautiful young woman inside, instinctively wanted to knock on the window and strike up a conversation.

Then a gun was pointed out the window. Before he could react, he heard the white-haired beauty in the car say in a cold, androgynous voice, "I don't accept flirting. Get lost."

"Hey, miss, what are you doing..."

"Oh!"

One shot hit the ground, and the man fled in panic. The white-haired girl in the car kept her eyes closed, listening to the interview on the big screen.

"...The most frequently asked question in the audience vote, please listen carefully! Ms. Kira, many people have been curious that you were already a debut idol in 1994, when the internet hadn't even taken off yet, but your photos from that time look almost exactly the same as they do now. Could you please explain this? Many fans want to know, how old is Kira now?"

"Hmph, that's a malicious question. Are all my fans bad people who fuss over this? There's no need to care! Absolutely no need to care! A beautiful girl just needs to stay a beautiful girl, age doesn't matter at all!"

"Kirako, please answer the question directly..."

"Sixteen years old! Sixteen years old! No matter how many times you ask, I'm still sixteen! No matter how many years pass, Qi Luo will still be sixteen!"

"...Okay, okay, Miss Qiluo, don't get agitated. People aren't questioning you. Can't a sixteen-year-old idol break the law?"

"Sixteen years old!"