[Witch of the Forest: I won’t be ho tonight, so co directly to the club after work; there won’t be any dinner at ho, but we’re having a gathering here.]
Estimating the ti, it seed that Sophia was about to get off work too. Dorothy pulled out her spellbook and sent her a ssage to keep her inford, considering that otherwise, the Angel Witch might complain again upon finding her not at ho.
[Sophia: Hmm, got it.]
The ssage had just been sent when the reply ca back instantly, and from this brief response, it was clear that Sophia must be quite busy right now.
Understandable, since the Witch’s Night festival was just two weeks away, and the student union was probably almost bald from the preparations.
The hobody witch started considering whether to seize the opportunity to improve the Hair Growth Spell; she felt this spell would probably sell well and earn her another hefty sum of library points.
However, thinking about the Witch’s Night, Dorothy, who didn’t know much about it, turned her attention to the sisters across from her.
It’s just...
Ohhh, the Great Mother Goddess truly overflowed with maternity.
Wow, what a sight—that fox was actually so majestic. Truly a descendant of the Nine-Tailed Fox and the Succubus, exceptionally talented indeed.
Wow, Miss Moon Rabbit is huge, just like a full moon, so bright...
Perhaps because the moonlight tonight was extrely bright, that glaring white was sowhat dazzling, preventing the hobody witch from looking too closely. She wasn’t an officer, after all, and really couldn’t withstand such a test.
Dorothy quickly lowered her head, gazing into her own unfathomable abyss.
"Hey, Senior Sister, Junior Sister, are you attending the Witch’s Night in two weeks?"
Thank goodness the dragon mask, transford into by Hat Senior Sister, covered her face, so the hobody witch’s face, flushed with stimulation, remained unseen. She sank lower into the hot spring, leaving only half of her head above the water, and then she asked.
With the mask’s protection, the two witches and January Rabbit finally began to recover from that indescribable, peerless beauty.
But for now, the three of them, each in a different mind, also dared not look at each other again, each lowering their heads.
"I must have the Little Fairy; I want her, must have her, even if it costs everything."
Senior Mia, already enjoying high favorability, had her dragon eyes morph into hearts—her love had indeed exceeded the limits.
"So this is what craving soone feels like? I can finally understand how others feel when they look at ."
Little Fox, with cheeks flushed, self-reflected.
At that mont, she was truly hesitant to look at Senior Sister, for in that instant, her heart had fleetingly been filled with the desire to try out the various fancy techniques she’d learned through her Source of Desire from those who had craved her body.
Audrey felt truly terrible about herself because she disliked being looked at by others that way, and surely Senior Sister felt the sa, yet she had just involuntarily slipped in her thoughts. How could she face Senior Sister in the future?
Wait, over there, at Senior Sister’s side...
While reflecting, Little Fox suddenly perked her ears and from Senior Sister’s direction, sensed a whiff of desire, and upon interpreting it, her already rosy cheeks glowed even more radiantly.
"Ugh, Senior Sister, I don’t have any special talents, okay?"
Audrey also covered her chest, sinking into the bottom of the pool with steam constantly rising from her head, and her nine wet tails poking each other’s tips.
Senior Sister, how naughty.
Little Fox thought so, but surprisingly, she didn’t dislike this desire from her Senior Sister; after all, it was rely teasy compared to her own previous thoughts about Senior Sister, which were way more wholeso.
But it’s not right, I already have soone I like.
Audrey patted her face and then recalled the first follower who had secretly supported her over the years, gradually calming down.
As a staunch believer in pure love, Little Fox wouldn’t lose to desire; a Senior Sister is just a Senior Sister, no matter how beautiful.
Yes, Little Fox subdued desire with true love.
As for Tutu...
At that mont, Miss Moon Rabbit clutched her chest with a perplexed expression, feeling a fierce heartbeat that even the thick buffer couldn’t entirely filter out, not understanding what the surging emotion in her heart was.
After all, the world of Moon Rabbits neither believes in nor has love.
Sidwell thought long and hard, finally stiffening her long rabbit ears, and then had an epiphany.
"Hmm, it’s loyalty, this must be my unwavering absolute loyalty to the king."
Miss Moon Rabbit felt she was gradually understanding everything.
"Witch’s Night, huh? I’ve participated a few tis. Aside from the prizes being average, it really was quite fun,"
Senior Mia was the first to answer Dorothy’s question; she pretended to enjoy the hot spring while closing her eyes to hide those heart-shaped pupils unique to the mating season and then shared her opinion.
For a wealthy princess like her, the rewards offered by the academy truly weren’t appealing, but the entertainnt value of Witch’s Night, especially for soone of her brutal nature who always suppressed her beastly instincts, was undeniable. The hyper-realistic battlefield allowed her to vent furiously, rcilessly crushing every opponent — far more interesting than Magic Web Duels.
Though her every session ended because she got too carried away, having too much fun, and accidentally stord into the enemy’s main camp, getting specially targeted and frustratingly ganged up on until she died.
Mia didn’t really mind this, however, as she always had a lot of fun each ti. The only discomfort was the final death; the hundred-percent realism of Witch’s Night made the death experience rather unpleasant.
However, this wasn’t much of a problem since a witch’s death ant rely returning the soul to the Underworld, and with sufficient money, even in the Underworld, you could bribe the Soul-Hooking Witch with enough perks to enjoy top-notch hospitality there.
In summary, Witch’s Night might be an opportunity for other witches, but for a witch of Mia’s level, it was rely a ga, and her feeling was that it was quite enjoyable.
Dorothy: "..."
Whimper, whimper, can money really do anything?
Thinking of how Sophia was still striving for so festival prize, while for Senior Mia, it beca rely average; why is there such a huge disparity between witches?
...The hobody witch reflected...
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