Inside the prepared room, Isabella looked at the little girl who had been brought in.
'Fragile,' that was the first word that came to mind when she saw Dahlia.
She had seen the video of Dahlia's fight in the cafeteria. Back then, she hadn't been able to see Dahlia's face clearly because of her messy hair. And now, she saw Dahlia's face very clearly.
On the face of the child who was said to have attacked several people, there was only innocence and confusion... Like someone unfamiliar with the world she was in.
Dahlia's body was slender, almost devoid of muscle. And although there were quite a few light scars on Dahlia's body, her features still looked delicate, as if they were just patches.
After a quick glance, Isabella didn't find anything about Dahlia that seemed to indicate strength. This meant that when Dahlia fought, she likely gave it her all and perhaps overexerted herself, which had taken its toll on her.
"Then, we'll leave it to you." Her friend touched her shoulder briefly and smiled, seemingly realizing what she was thinking.
After that, they were left alone in the room. And with the knowledge she had gained, Isabella began her plan.
"Dahlia, come here."
Isabella's first move was to get close to her.
Isabella knew this would be difficult, and Dahlia would undoubtedly hesitate. But she intended to use that as an opportunity to persuade and build good communication.
However, contrary to her expectations, Dahlia immediately approached and stopped about a meter away from her.
Isabella paused for a moment, still smiling.
She then took the second step, which was to break the awkwardness. And with ease, Isabella managed to get Dahlia to sit next to her.
"Dahlia, do you like dolls?"
"Um, I do."
"You must be under a lot of pressure in this place. Let's play and change the atmosphere a bit."
Isabella took the third step, which was to play together. And her plan worked once again.
"Dahlia, do you like animals?"
"Yes. I do, especially soft, unique-looking ones."
"Do you have any pets?"
"Yes. Like Papa, I keep fish too."
"Wow~ You're following your dad, huh? What kind of fish do you keep? Are they goldfish? Or tilapia?"
"Papa keeps those fish, but I keep sharks."
The fourth step, which was to chat, was successful again.
The fifth step was successful again.
The squeaking sound of a ball being squeezed was very loud.
"This girl is out of control, isn't she? She's hard to approach, right? Then why did all my plans work so easily?!" With a calm face, Isabella's emotions were turbulent.
Isabella looked at Dahlia with a complicated gaze. The smooth approach made her feel strange. She didn't know what was happening, so she just tried to follow the flow she had created.
But a few minutes later, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense.
Just now, Isabella had tried to breastfeed Dahlia. But since Dahlia refused, she tried to coax her, until finally she felt warmth on one of her breasts.
But it wasn't the warmth she'd been hoping for; it was a warmth she'd often felt... The beginning of pain.
Isabella reflexively and inadvertently threw Dahlia away.
The straps of Isabella's dress had fallen, so she was now topless.
Isabella looked down at one of her breasts, which now had several scratches. It was the first time she'd ever received a bleeding wound on her breast.
Despite her strong body, the wound felt a bit sore and surprising. Perhaps it was because her breasts had been stimulated frequently yesterday, which had made them more sensitive.
Furthermore, her breasts were newly transformed, and they felt dense due to the unstable milk production, causing them to swell slightly with milk.
Isabella watched Dahlia, who had now assumed a wary stance and hissed like a snake but looked like a cat.
"I knew this wouldn't be easy."
They intended to get to know and understand Dahlia better, as an intimate approach was necessary to get her to be honest and open with them.
"Well, such a difficult task might only be accomplished by an expert."
Isabella straightened her clothes and stood upright facing Dahlia.
"Her posture looks like she's about to push or jump. We're only two meters apart. Running backward would get her caught, as I'll keep moving forward. The only way she could escape would be to run sideways. But given her wild nature, there's a chance she'll just move forward and attack."
Isabella moved forward and tried to catch Dahlia.
Seeing Isabella's approach, Dahlia quickly dodged. And, as Isabella expected, Dahlia chose to move sideways.
"What?!"
But right after that, Dahlia immediately moved forward and moved behind Isabella.
Isabella tried to turn around, but before she could, Dahlia had already sprinted, stepped on her lower back, and then leaped towards the door.
A loud crash was heard.
Dahlia tried to break the locked door with a kick, but failed.
Seeing the opportunity, Isabella immediately reached for Dahlia. However, just as her hand was about to touch Dahlia's body, Dahlia quickly swatted it away.
Taking advantage of Isabella's surprise, Dahlia grabbed a nearby stick bat and slammed it into Isabella's face.
However, it didn't produce much power or impact.
As Dahlia swung the stick, she realized how light it was, and only realized it was actually fake and filled with foam after striking Isabella.
Dahlia immediately kept her distance and tried other methods of attack to keep Isabella at bay.
She launched various attacks while trying not to be caught by Isabella.
Meanwhile, Isabella, having difficulty handling Dahlia, was analyzing their fight.
"This girl is weak, but she's smart, and she can use anything as a weapon or protection. But despite all that..." Isabella sighed. "...She's still a child."
Isabella watched Dahlia hit and throw dolls at her.
The room had been specially prepared for Dahlia. There were no hard, sharp, or potentially dangerous objects.
The bed they had been sitting on was a stacked mattress. Toys and small objects were all soft. Even the wooden table was padded with a thin cushion.
Isabella watched Dahlia's fighting style and wanted to shake her head or touch her forehead.
The most violent attacks Dahlia had ever made were scratching, pulling, and hitting like a fussy child.
"I can't retaliate, and I can't be rough. So this is how difficult it is to be a babysitter? I think this will be an unforgettable experience."
After Dahlia's prolonged struggle, Isabella finally gained control of the situation after Dahlia began to tire.
"Please stop resisting. I'm not trying to hurt you."
"Nooo!"
"Ahhnnn~ Stop, don't press so hard."