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Even after being in this world for sixteen years, Dorothy, a foreigner to this land, still sotis found the customs of witches hard to understand.
Take, for example, soaking in hot springs.
Dorothy, in her previous life, wasn’t actually fond of bathing in public baths, after all, baring one’s nakedness in front of a group of people always carried a mysterious sense of sha, even among the sa sex.
After arriving in this world, she realized that witches were even more fanatically devoted to bathing in hot springs; bathhouses and spring resorts were everywhere. Unfortunately, as a hobody witch, she was quite the gentleman and never visited such places.
Okay, she admits it, she wasn’t exactly as upright as she claid. It’s just that looking the way she did, she had basically said goodbye to those activities for fear of unfortunate incidents like the tragedy of the hot springs.
And witches form couples with other won, no less! How do you all reconcile going to communal baths even after marriage? It’s quite a wild practice.
With her excessive possessiveness in relationships, Dorothy really couldn’t fathom the thinking of witches.
In fact, she did once curiously ask her sister Alice about her thoughts on the matter, and the little witch’s response left her speechless.
"Sister, I don’t know how to explain it, but if I must, it’s actually kind of like the difference between swimsuits and underwear,"
Although her sister spoke in riddles, Dorothy was able to grasp the concept sowhat.
It’s sowhat like how swimsuits can be openly shown to others, while underwear is only ant to be seen by soone special.
So, in special places like bathhouses and hot springs, it’s acceptable for everyone to see each other, but not in other contexts.
Sheesh, that vague and ambiguous flavor of intimacy that only real girls can understand, Dorothy, posing as a girl, just couldn’t get it at all.
Unfortunately, the hobody witch had never imagined that despite her many years of virtuous living, she’d fall prey to it today.
Oh well, life’s like that thing—if you can’t resist it, might as well enjoy it.
The hobody witch sat back in the hot spring pool, adopting a very hearty posture, and then lifted her head to gaze at the boundless night sky above.
Well, can’t complain, the secret dicinal bath concoction truly is comfortable, feels like all the fatigue from moving bricks around all afternoon is completely gone.
Even though she never felt tired to begin with since she dumped all the exhaustion on the Fairy King, heh.
Just...
"Why are you all so silent? Wasn’t it you who brought here by force? How co you’re the ones acting shy now?"
The beauty with an otherworldly appearance lazily picked up so wine from the wooden platter floating on the hot spring, sipping it while she looked at the two trembling witches known as January Rabbit across from her, too intimidated to utter a word.
"Hehe, they’re just being cowards, unlike , I..."
At her side, the large witch hat previously resting on the edge of the pool now extended its tentacles and crawled into the spring by itself.
Hat Senior Sister chuckled at the three cowards on the other side, but as she was about to turn and joke with her master, she found herself face-to-face with a physical embodint of beauty that was the witch’s body, and even soone as magnificent as her was sunk in a re matter of seconds.
"I also find it overwhelming,"
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Hat Senior Sister burbled with bubbles before sinking to the bottom of the pool.
Although the two witches and January Rabbit opposite were unable to see Hat Senior Sister’s funny antics, at that mont, the three of them simply dared not look up.
Alright, they admitted, what they actually wanted was just to see the Little Fairy’s (Senior Sister’s) (King’s) true appearance.
Who could bla them when she always kept herself hidden, her young lady’s image tightly covered up and her punk girl’s image caked in a ssy, heavy makeup? It really made one curious, right?
In the future, they would all be part of the sa club, their own people, and in Dorothy’s own words, they would be family from then on. So there was really no reason for family to feel embarrassed to show their faces to each other.
In Mia’s and Audrey’s opinion, the Little Fairy might not be very good-looking, but were the two of them superficial enough to judge soone by their appearance?
Senior Mia never judged people by their faces; she was face-blind.
Audrey also simply didn’t care about other people’s looks since none could compare to her beauty.
As for Sidwell, oh, Miss Moon Rabbit was just there for the ride, but she declared that she didn’t care if the King had a human appearance or whether they were even human, as her loyalty would not waver.
However, when the three of them worked together and finally managed to throw the struggling Dorothy into the hot spring, what they tossed in was a hobody witch who couldn’t face the world, but what erged was a completely unfamiliar deity.
"Three dear sisters, is it this Golden Witch, this Silver Witch, or this ordinary witch that you’ve lost?"
This deity, who seed to be the embodint of the very concept of beauty, impossible to describe with words in her perfection, was dragging a young lady’s pure gold figurine in one hand and a punk girl’s pure silver figurine in the other, then pointed to her own face, asking the three of them this question.
It was just a pity that at that mont, the two witches and January Rabbit were stupefied, realizing they had indeed been shallow after all.
They thought they weren’t focused on looks, but now they knew they had never encountered a face that could captivate them until now.
Probably no one could remain cool-headed after seeing that face, seeing this flawless physique; any sentient being with a sense of aesthetics would have their heart stolen in an instant upon witnessing this Goddess of Beauty, unable to fit anything else in their eyes.
Their thoughts, her emotions, its everything would only follow the smiles and frowns of this Goddess of Beauty, nothing else mattered, no joy nor sorrow.
Fortunately, Dorothy realized early on and quickly used the Akari Technique on her own face, but even the maximum power of the Akari Technique could only drop the charm of the Face of God to the level of Little Fox, still causing all creatures to be smitten, and flowers to pale in comparison.
Luckily, the most overwhelming charm was sealed off at least initially, and the two witches and January Rabbit, who had been completely imrsed in that indescribable beauty and even forgot to breathe, finally ca back to their senses and gasped for air.
The three sisters were terrified in retrospect, for if they had been any later, they probably would have beco slaves to that beauty; but even so, they still couldn’t recover from the initial shock and dared not look up at Dorothy again, fearing they would never be able to tear their gaze away.
As for this, Dorothy herself was rather helpless. She reached down to fish the restless Hat Senior Sister who was playing with her feet from the bottom of the pool, and then secured her onto her face.
Suddenly, the originally wide-brimd but unseen Witch Hat changed, transforming into a dragon head mask that could be observed.
"There, you can look up now,"
the Hobody Witch said sowhat helplessly.
Oh, this damned, uncontrollable charm of mine.
...Dorothy fretted...
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