The Potent Purge and Playful Teasing

“This medicine’s effects are truly potent! Ugh…”

As the black substance was expelled, Chloe distinctly felt the internal corruption diminish considerably. Why must it be through vomiting, though? Couldn’t it be like those marrow-cleansing pills in fantasy novels, expelling impurities through the pores?

Having vomited countless times over the past two days, Chloe felt as though she were expelling her very soul. Once the black aura was expelled, its accompanying beneficial effects also waned, leaving her strength diminished by nearly half. Did this signify that the proportion of black aura to magic within her had reached nearly a fifty-fifty split? It was no wonder, then, that the Witchbloom had identified her as a witch.

Returning to the room, Chloe found Tia already awake. At some point, Tia had completed her morning routine and was now sitting by the vanity, watching Chloe enter.

“Come here,” Tia beckoned with a finger, picking up a comb with her other hand. “I’ll comb your hair for you.”

“Alright, Sister…” Chloe chirped, remembering the affectionate address, and happily scurried over to settle onto another stool.

“Chloe, your hair grows so quickly.”

“Hehe, perhaps it’s due to ample nutrition.” Indeed, ever since she came to live with Tia, Chloe’s hair had grown at an astonishing pace, now long enough to cover her backside.

“If that’s the reason, then why haven’t other parts grown?”

Pouting, Chloe retorted to Tia’s teasing, “How should I know? Anyway, I don’t want other parts to grow.”

“Oh, really?” Tia’s voice stretched, clearly laced with skepticism.

“Yes! This long hair is already bothersome enough! It’s a hassle to manage, a hassle to wash, and it always gets caught when I sleep. I truly want to cut it!”

“Cutting it is out of the question! I don’t like it.”

“Not even shoulder-length?”

“No, that would be far too ordinary. Chloe’s hair is better long, like a princess. If you find it troublesome, I can tie it into pigtails so it won’t float everywhere.”

“I’ll listen to Sister.”

After neatly combing Chloe’s disheveled hair, Tia’s fingers gently delved into the golden thicket, lifting a strand and cradling it in her hand.

“It truly feels like silk.”

“So ticklish…” When her scalp was accidentally brushed, the sensitive Chloe shivered, a sudden urge to urinate stirring within her. Oh right, she hadn’t peed this morning yet.

“I want to pee first. Can we do the hairstyle later?” Chloe pleaded, turning her gaze to Tia, her sparkling, large eyes captivating.

As if struck by an amusing thought, Tia suddenly flashed a peculiar smile. “Ah, I remember now. Last night, Chloe peed in my arms while I held her hair, just like this. So adorable.”

“That wasn’t pee! Maybe… maybe a little bit was… You! Don’t remember such things so clearly!” Her face flushed crimson from the verbal teasing, Chloe’s legs unconsciously rubbed together. My body… it seems to still react to what happened yesterday… Was it too intense?

“Let’s finish your hair first. It’ll be quick. Chloe, just hold it for a little while.”

Alright, I suppose. Holding it for a bit should be easy enough, Chloe habitually thought, recalling how her former male body could hold its bladder for miles. This body shouldn’t be much different, should it?

She was proven wrong. In mere minutes, Chloe was already struggling to hold on.

“No… I can’t! Let me pee first!”

Chloe attempted to break free, but Tia’s hand firmly pressed her onto the stool.

“Almost done! Just a little while longer~”

Observing the girl’s pitiable, tear-streaked face, Tia’s amusement grew immensely, and she struggled to suppress the upward curve of her lips. Perhaps it was due to her body’s youthful tenderness, or perhaps because even this region had been intensely stimulated last night, but Chloe found it exceptionally difficult to hold it in. It felt like a surging flood, utterly unstoppable. Her face contorted with discomfort, her legs pressed tightly together. She remained silent, fearing that speaking would cause her to relax and lead to a disaster.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, this counter-physiological act produced a strange, inexplicable sensation of pleasure. Her body, of its own accord, craved more, desiring to be treated roughly…

I’m not a masochist! Chloe felt a flush of shame for this sudden, peculiar thought, and her body trembled even more violently, as if something truly terrible were being done to her.

Adorable! Utterly adorable! Like a doll to be manipulated at will, no matter how roughly she’s treated, she only responds with softness, making one desire to play with her further, until she breaks…

Why hadn’t I discovered how amusing Chloe was before? Tia mused. This method allowed her to be punished without any actual harm; in fact, she seemed to enjoy being treated this way. It’s a win-win situation!

It was as if her spiritual meridians had been unblocked; Tia suddenly understood precisely how she should treat Chloe from that moment forward. With the path now clear, her future seemed bright.

Poor Chloe, meanwhile, was still laboriously holding her urine, her small face turning a shade of green.

It’s over… A little bit has already leaked out… Like the harbinger of a flood, a vanguard of pioneers had broken through the barriers early.

“There! It’s beautiful! Take a look!” Still feeling playful, Tia deliberately caught Chloe’s shoulders just as she leaped off the stool, about to dash to the restroom, forcing her to admire her adorable new hairstyle. Tia had tied Chloe’s hair into a pair of cute pigtails with a simple red hair tie. Undeniably, the hairstyle perfectly suited Chloe’s innocent and charming style, making her resemble an untainted lark.

Beneath her delicate and lovely face, however, lay an expression of utter despair. A soft trickling sound began on the floor, as a small, pale golden stream abruptly appeared on the wooden planks.

Chloe hung her head, her gaze fixed intently on the floor. Her trembling hands pressed her nightgown against her upper thighs; that small patch of fabric was already damp, subtly revealing the small mound it covered. Time seemed to halt in that moment, as Tia, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow, observing the girl’s captivating reaction. After this continued for about ten seconds, the girl’s body suddenly gave a relatively more intense shudder. The small stream lost its source and ceased to flow, and her head sank even lower.

“I can’t take this anymore…”

“What was that?” Tia hadn’t quite caught the murmured words.

Chloe lifted her head, revealing her impossibly crimson face. Tears had long since overflowed her eyes, tracing paths down her cheeks to gather at her chin, slowly dripping onto her chest.

“Are you made of water?” Tia suddenly felt like being humorous. After all, Chloe was the type of girl one could tease freely; she would get angry, then calm down on her own, becoming even more compliant afterward.

“This… this isn’t something to play with, is it? You can bully me however you want in bed, but can’t you leave me a little dignity normally?”

Oh my, she’s speaking quite seriously. Tia pursed her lips. “There’s no need to be so dramatic…”

“I can’t stand you!” Chloe, feeling wronged, walked out of the room, accidentally stepping into the small stream on the floor and leaving a trail of wet footprints as she went.

“Oh dear, Chloe, be sure to clean that up yourself~”

“Waaahhh…” Hearing the teasing words from behind her, Chloe burst into tears.

“Waaah… Papertreat… I’m quitting… Waaahhh… She just knows how to bully me… Waaah…” Hiding in the living room’s washroom, Chloe smeared snot and tears all over Papertreat, sobbing softly.

“Don’t say things like quitting! Try looking at it from another angle! Isn’t this a leap in your intimate relationship? The fact that Tia can joke with you like this shows she already considers you one of her own, doesn’t it? If you two were always overly polite with each other, that would be a bad sign! Don’t overthink it!” Papertreat vehemently tried to reason with Chloe.

“Eh? That actually makes some sense…”

“Hehe~”