“Good girl, good girl, my cute little myna bird. Obey your big sister, and you’ll feel good,” White Pearl said with a gentle smile as she reached out to rub Chloe’s little head.
Ordinary people, after experiencing either intense pain or immense satisfaction, would have their spirits shaken, unable to control themselves, and fall into a dazed state under the gaslighting effect.
But as soon as Chloe was patted on the head, her DNA suddenly activated. She flew into a rage and screamed:
“What are you so smug about?! You were the one who got bullied as a kid, you worthless trash! This lady was raised bullying others! How can I tolerate being headpatted by a useless failure like you…”
Wahhh…
What the hell am I even saying…
That’s her sore spot from childhood…
Why did I have to provoke her…
Stop it…
Please stop talking…
In civilized society, she could get away with being a bratty kid and speaking without restraint, but in the dark world outside the city—that pain from earlier that made her want to die had already explained everything.
Even so, she couldn’t control herself. She slammed her foot on the accelerator straight toward the abyss of destruction!
White Pearl, whose defenses had been precisely shattered, kicked and beat Chloe like a madwoman. It was more about venting her emotions than inflicting pain.
Chloe screamed miserably, only able to protect her vital spots and struggle not to get beaten to death.
As expected, the end of trash-talking was endless suffering.
After the punishment, White Pearl panted heavily as she straightened up, her emotions calming down.
She fetched a box and opened it to reveal several strange white rats without mouths.
“These are specially bred juveniles. Their mouths are sealed shut, so they can’t eat. They die after ten days of birth, which means their bodies have no impurities. Their meat is sweet and pure, perfect for live consumption. They’re food specially provided for ‘chicks.'”
White Pearl picked up a Rat Rat and tossed it out. It landed with a squeak and scurried away at top speed. Then, she shook her ring and said:
“Go catch it and eat it. I’ll reward you with ‘that kind’ of petting.”
Unexpectedly, Chloe looked at her with the eyes of someone staring at an idiot and said:
“Go ask anyone on the street—if you eat a rat, I’ll drug you up and make you feel ecstatic. Isn’t that stupid? Like a pervert, heh heh. After all, a crow’s brain is only walnut-sized…”
White Pearl thought about it and realized the logic was sound…
But a surge of anger rose in her heart. Her eye twitched, and her body trembled. What the hell?! She was being outplayed by a bratty loli?!
“Eat it now! Otherwise, I’ll make you feel the taste of pain!” she roared hysterically.
Chloe jolted in fear and hurriedly pounced to catch the rat. However, though the Rat Rat’s life was short, it didn’t want it to be even shorter. Its survival instinct was strong, and it took quite some effort to catch it.
The rat wriggled vigorously in her palm. Chloe scrunched up her face as nausea churned in her chest, but remembering that bone-piercing agony, she steeled herself and swallowed it.
Before she could even chew, she felt a squishy lump sliding down her throat, quickly into her stomach, then rollercoastering through her intestines…
At some point, the girl had crouched beside her, staring intently at her crotch.
“Quick! Poop it out! It’s a little ball made from the rat’s bones—super fun!” the girl said eagerly.
Fun my ass!
Chloe was utterly speechless. It seemed the Crow Family’s personality had partly assimilated with birds. She’d heard that birds of prey would regurgitate the bones of small vertebrates intact and play with the dried droppings in their nests.
She huddled in the corner, looking helpless. After wriggling for a bit, there was a plop, and a marble-sized white ball rolled out from between her knees.
Wah…
So humiliating…
Fighting back disgust, she sneaked a peek. It was like a fossil: the Rat Rat’s skull as the base, with all its bones compacted into a tight ball.
“Poor Rat Rat, drained dry by me,” she sighed.
“White? Useless.”
The girl’s interest plummeted. White was the cheapest; the most precious was a golden rat ball (2% chance), then purple (6%), blue (20%).
She stood up and pondered for a moment, realizing she had no way to tame this detestable bratty loli.
Taming fundamentally involved cultivating ‘command-reward’ and ‘mistake-punishment’ mechanisms to gradually form Pavlovian reflexes. But Chloe wasn’t interested in rewards and would rather take punishment than obey—her brain wiring was different from normal people.
If it was just simple torment and rape without making the bratty loli show submission and defeat on her face, it would be meaningless.
Moreover, even with the former, she herself couldn’t withstand the bratty loli’s defense-shattering verbal attacks.
White Pearl ground her teeth in frustration. She was so infuriated she felt like exploding! If she couldn’t crush this girl’s heart, conquer her will, make her submit willingly and serve wholeheartedly without that hateful smug face ever again, she’d regret it for life!
White Pearl knew she was obsessed, but she couldn’t help it. Top-tier bratty lolis were just that addictive.
She’d encountered bratty lolis before, but they were all half-baked with low purity.
She knew full well that if the roles were reversed, she’d already be on her knees begging for mercy, licking feet or dirty panties clean.
The pain of the Chick Outfit wasn’t something ordinary people could endure—even tough guys turned into spineless wimps when they put it on.
She locked the ring in a cabinet, setting it so that leaving the magnetic field by five meters would cause unbearable agony, effectively imprisoning Chloe within those bounds.
…
Jingsi Lake District.
White Pearl sat by the hospital bed, holding Chloe’s mother Charlotte’s hand, and asked softly:
“Madam, you don’t want your daughter to suffer, do you?”
Though she had given birth, Charlotte was only in her mid-to-late twenties.
With careful care, her complexion would improve, and she’d absolutely be a great beauty—not a bad deal at all.
Hmph, you divorced woman. If I can’t tame the bratty loli, I can’t tame you?
The scheme to transfer hospitals while Ashley was away had been White Pearl’s doing, so she knew Chloe’s weakness was her mother. Control Charlotte, and the bratty loli would fall into her hands easily…
–
Chloe was tossed into the cellar. Since White Pearl had lost her cool, no one was assigned to watch her, so she had to survive on Rat Rats.
Straining her whole body, she trembled slightly. When she looked down and saw the bulge revealing a hint of gold, Chloe’s face lit up with joy.
“Ah, the legendary gold!”
But the next second, she slammed the rat ball to the ground hard. It bounced off the wall and ceiling.
“What’s the use of this?!”
Chloe slumped to the floor in dejection, her eyes dim as she pondered life and the future endlessly.
She tugged at the blue feathers on her shoulder. Plucking them would cause lethal pain, but the upside was it made suicide convenient.
She resolved that if she was humiliated, she’d end her life that way.
Having dared to become an investigative reporter, she was prepared for her fate—whether locked in a cellar as a fluff ball, shot in the head on the street, or skinned by cultists and impaled on a stake with the spike piercing through her mouth… She didn’t care. Even without that, nothing good would come from living. No one liked her; she’d always been alone.
But lately, things had gotten better. She’d met Ashley and Nina.
“If I die, Ashley will take care of Mom. Mom, Miss Ashley is way more capable than her unfilial daughter. My death would actually be a good thing. Someone like me only brings trouble to others…”
Chloe leaned against the wall, burying her little head between her knees, toes curling tight.
From all the running, her feet—often crammed in hard leather shoes all day—were slender and skinny, lacking the chubby tenderness of a typical loli.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the stone stairs leading into the cellar from the ground above.
Her heart skipped a beat. She whipped her head around and saw a masked Crow Person step into the light. The figure felt oddly familiar.
With a flick of slender fingers, the mask shifted aside, revealing Ashley’s little face.
“You’re so late!”
Chloe complained with a shout before charging over, crashing into her embrace as tears burst forth!
“Sorry, you’ve suffered,” Ashley comforted her.
“Hmph, idiot. I waited this long just to give you a chance to rescue me. Otherwise, I’d have escaped ages ago—I’m the fastest reporter around,” Chloe said with a sob.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”
Ashley hugged her tighter, nuzzling her neck, and asked:
“So, do you want to be a war correspondent for once? The world burns before your eyes, the earth trembles underfoot—flames, poison gas, bombs, shattered corpses, wailing survivors, ruins of blood and fire, and orbital kinetic weapons raining from the sky…”
“Isn’t that awesome?!”
