Perky Boobs and Pointed Nipples

Ina stood over me, her eyes dragging slowly across every part of my body pinned to the floor. Her stare was cold, almost calculating, before she crouched down and placed a hand on my chest.

The moment her palm touched me, I tried to twist away.

“Don’t touch me… stay away from me… haven’t you done enough already…” My voice cracked apart, each word breaking into pieces as I cried.

Ina didn’t flinch. She only placed a finger on my lips, silencing me.

“Hush,” she breathed. “We just want to see the weapons you used in seducing Veylor. Since you somehow managed what three of us couldn’t, after everything we’ve done.”

Before I could process the words, Ina flipped open a small pocket knife. The blade caught the dim light, and my heart jumped into my throat. Panic surged through me. I tried dragging myself backward across the floor, desperate to escape, even though I wasn’t moving far.

Ina moved faster.

She climbed over me and sat on my belly, her weight pinning me down with a hard thud. She adjusted the knife in her hand, trying to steady it, but I pushed upward from beneath with every ounce of strength I had left.

Her patience snapped.

A deafening slap cracked across my face. My head whipped sharply to the right and struck the ground. My ears rang, tears blurred my vision, but I still struggled, twisting helplessly beneath her.

Ina groaned in frustration and glanced over her shoulder.

“A little help here?” she snapped.

Uri and Iris stood immediately. They moved without hesitation, each grabbing one of my wrists. They forced my arms down to the ground, pinning them wide apart.

“Ina, be quick,” Uri muttered.

Ina didn’t answer. Instead, she raised her fist and began slamming it into my chest. Blow after blow knocked the air out of me. My body jerked with each impact, and Iris had to tighten her grip again to stop my hands from slipping free.

“I said focus, Ina!” Iris barked. “You don’t want to kill her just yet, do you?”

Ina froze mid‑movement, breathing hard.

By then I was too weak to move. My body sagged under her weight, and my breath came in faint, broken gasps.

Ina clicked her tongue and lowered her gaze to my dress.

Without hesitation, she dragged the pocket knife to the neckline and cut straight through Mama’s dress. The ripping sound filled the room, sharp and painful. She sliced down to my belly button, then threw the knife aside and used her hands to tear the cloth further, ripping it apart with quick, rough pulls.

Cold air hit my skin as Mama’s dress fell open, ruined beyond saving.

Uri and Iris just watched.

After Ina finished tearing the dress to her satisfaction, she pushed both sides of the torn edges away. The fabric peeled apart, revealing my naked body with only my panties on.

“Now look at that,” Ina murmured.

Her hand slid to my belly.

My stomach rose gently beneath her touch, soft but firm. Her fingers traced my smooth curves, the neat dip at the center, flat in the right places yet delicate enough to seem effortless. Ina traced it slowly, admiring what she saw as if it belonged to her.

Her hand traveled upward until it reached my boobs. She paused for a moment before dragging her palm to my neck.

Then she gripped it.

Her fingers locked around my throat, squeezing with frightening ease.

“Now I see why you think you deserve him and we don’t,” she hissed.

Air slipped out of me in broken bursts. My vision blurred. I tried to breathe, but nothing came. My legs jerked weakly on the floor.

Uri and Iris began shouting at her to stop.

“Ina! Let go! Let her go!”

But Ina didn’t respond—or she chose not to. She held me tighter, eyes burning with something wild and dangerous.

“Because you have perky boobs and pointed nipples you think you can take him away from me?” she cried. “Never!”

My lungs burned. My fingers dug helplessly into the floor as she choked me harder. Uri and Iris kept shouting, but Ina’s grip only tightened.

Suddenly they released my hands.

Uri lunged forward and started hitting Ina’s arm, trying to loosen her grip on my neck. She struck repeatedly with force.

It didn’t work.

Iris panicked. She moved fast, shoving Ina strongly from behind. The push sent Ina stumbling off my body, and her hand finally slipped from my throat.

The moment air reached me, I gasped like someone dragged up from the bottom of the sea. My chest heaved violently. I coughed and coughed, blood spilling from my mouth as I clawed for breath.

Uri and Iris immediately turned on Ina.

“What is wrong with you, Ina? You almost killed her!” Uri shouted.

Ina glared back, shaking with fury.

“What difference does it make? Her life only brings us pain! First Mama, then Papa! Haven’t you seen how Corven and Tallis look at her? Like she’s some lost princess! No one in this crazy family cares about us. It’s always her! Just her! And now Veylor too? I want her dead!”

She lunged again, ready to finish what she started, but Iris and Uri caught her mid‑motion. They shoved her back and forced her onto a chair.

“What is your problem, Ina?” Iris screamed. “I keep telling you to work on your anger issues! You are repulsive when you get like this, and it will make you do something you’ll regret!”

“Killing her was never part of the plan,” Iris continued sharply. “You know what she means to Papa. If you kill her, Papa dies too. You know that. They are too attached, and I’m not risking our father’s life.”

“Exactly!” Uri added. “We hate her. Her presence irritates us. But not at the cost of Papa. So here’s the plan— we’ll torture her until she leaves and never returns. Then she’ll be out of our lives, and Papa stays with us. It’s simple logic.”

Iris nodded firmly. “So control your anger. You’re the quiet one, but your rage is like that of a hundred men. Work on it.”

Finally, they turned back to me.

I was still on the floor, barely able to lift my head.

Iris walked toward me slowly.

“This… is just a—”

Before she could finish, a sharp, shaky twist of the doorknob sliced through the air.

All three of their heads snapped toward the door at once.

Stunned. Frozen. Silent.