C4 You Are Still so Seductive.

"Helmer, three years and you've only grown more shameless," Edna remarked. She and Helmer had attended the same school and she had witnessed his so-called 'artificial respiration' practice with various women.

"I refuse your demands. Persist, and I'll take legal action," she warned, her breath erratic yet her demeanor feigned composure as she confronted Helmer.

Helmer's smile was laced with contempt. Countless women longed for his company, yet Edna claimed indifference?

The words 'don't care' ignited Helmer's fury. He was determined to teach her a lesson. "You want to sue me? I'll give you a legitimate reason," he threatened.

"Don't assume I'll go easy on you just because you're my stepsister, Edna."

"What you offer doesn't interest me, but what I desire, I will have—whether you're willing to give it or not."

With those words, Helmer's lips found Edna's in a brash kiss.

She reached for his hand in a panic, her voice faltering, "You can't do this. After all, I'm your sister."

"Your timing is impeccable. Had I not seen you today, I might have gone abroad to drag you back myself."

Over the years, Helmer had harbored resentment towards her, yet he couldn't deny the pangs of longing. Edna's absence had taught him the frightening power of habit.

Helmer's mind had been adrift since she left. He'd knock on her door, commanding the empty space to "Write my homework." At meals, he'd call out, "Edna, pour me a glass of water," or simply gaze into the void of her room. Even on the basketball court, he'd catch himself searching for her silhouette.

Today, upon seeing her, all his pent-up yearning and bitterness surged forth.

A sharp cry escaped Edna as pain tore through her, tears of humiliation streaking her face, her mind a void.

Desperately, she clung to his back, her nails etching trails of blood.

In that moment, Helmer cast aside all else, driven by the singular desire to possess her.

"Helmer, I swear I'll kill you," she seethed.

Lying numbly on the bed, tears cascaded down Edna's cheeks. She shut her eyes in utter despair, her long lashes quivering.

"Helmer, I hate you. I hate you so much."

"You can't kill me. The only way you could is if I willingly let you."

But Helmer knew that day would never come. He was always climbing higher, stepping on others—never would he just hand his life over to someone else.

His deep voice, laced with a veiled threat, made Edna's heart clench.

In Jongvale, Helmer commanded respect without even trying.

He was also the one known for his cunning and ruthlessness.

Three years ago, desperate to escape him, Edna had decisively fled the country. It took her these years to find some peace, only to have it shattered the moment she returned and encountered Helmer.

Edna's face was ashen, her sobs desperate, her voice quivering, "Don't think for a second that your actions will make me yours."

Her resistance only fueled Helmer's fury, his presence emanating a chilling terror.

Helmer spoke in a tone that was deceptively calm, yet his words were laced with a bloodthirsty menace, "You will be mine, without a doubt."