Even witches want to play with steel wool

“Liyun, wait—let me explain!”

Xingyu hurriedly helped her sobbing sister up from the floor.

“I didn’t mean it! I just—I was just worried about you…”

“Sis is so mean! Boo-hoo—”

“Sorry, sorry… Liyun, you did it all for me and those civilians…!”

“Sis…” Liyun nestled into Xingyu’s chest, voice trembling as she asked:

“Am I a good magical girl?”

“You protected who you needed to—you’re an amazing magical girl… I guarantee it.”

Xingyu’s heart overflowed with guilt.

She’d forced her sister to accept such humiliating terms from Herrera, enduring torment both mental and physical.

Suddenly, Xingyu realized something and asked: “Was that why you suddenly skipped Podheim before—?”

“Mmm…” Liyun’s cheeks flushed slightly.

“…”

Xingyu lowered her head, fists clenched so tight—yet so powerless.

These hands couldn’t protect anything.

“It’s okay, Sis. It’s all over now.”

Liyun walked over, gently prying Xingyu’s fingers apart, saying: “After today, I’ve paid the ‘price’ in full. No more coercion from Herrera.”

“Liyun, next time you face trouble—tell me.”

Xingyu gripped her sister’s hands in return. “You’re my sister. No matter what, I’ll help you. Don’t ever think you have to bear it alone—we’re twins! When you go through something like this, it hurts me too!”

“Mmm, thank you, Sis.”

The sisters embraced, tears flowing.

[Phew… passed the test, right?] Liyun sighed in relief inwardly.

She’d guarded her secret with Youyou, smoothly shifted the Herrera coercion narrative—everything perfect, landed safely.

I’m a genius!

Liyun smirked proudly.

Gurgle~~~

Hearing her stomach, Liyun blushed. “Sis, can you make dinner?”

“Yep! Right now! Full Manchu-Han banquet!”

“No need—just porridge. I’m exhausted. Shower, eat, sleep.”

“Oh, right! You’ve been through so much—rest well.”

Xingyu treated Liyun like a postpartum mother—supporting her, offering water, even wanting to bathe her.

Liyun refused that one.

Traces of Herrera’s bullying lingered on her body—embarrassing if Sis saw.

As Liyun showered, Xingyu finished dinner—simple three dishes and soup. Liyun ate, then collapsed onto her bed.

Overwhelming sleepiness hit.

“Onii-san~~♥”

A voice echoed in her mind.

“Hic!? Liyun jolted awake. “Right—I need to tell Youyou!”

She quickly dialed Youyou.

Ring ring ring

Ring ring ring…

“Hello? (Nyeh)”

“Hey? It’s me, Liyun. Youyou, listen—I made it back safe!”

“Youyou’s asleep (nyeh nyeh nyeh). She just got off the rich lady’s car. Probably out for a day or two (nyeh)—won’t wake up (nyeh).”

“Eh?”

“Just got off a rich lady’s car? What’s that mean?”

Liyun didn’t get it.

“Don’t get it? Steel wool ball (nyeh nyeh). Eh, whatever. That’s it.”

(Hang up)

Liyun was baffled.

Rich lady?

Steel wool?

Who answered? Sounded like a kid—was it Zining? No, Zining should be older.

The voice felt oddly familiar, but with munching sounds, she couldn’t place it.

“Weird… whatever, sleep.”

Eyelids heavy as lead, soft bed, familiar pillow, full belly—sleep surged.

She closed her eyes, never to open again.

Outside the door.

Xingyu heard no movement inside.

“Ay hola!” She gritted her teeth. “Another debt to settle with you!”

“Wait—someday you’ll taste the same bitter fruit!”

Next day.

“Nng, awoo~~ (yawn)”

Luo You slept until noon.

“So comfy~~!” She stretched, no Xue in sight. She yelled: “Xue, you there? No answer in three seconds—I’ll tenderize you!”

“Here, here.”

Xue rolled out from under the bed.

“Why under the bed?”

“Bored.”

“Wanna go out?”

She’d kept Xue cooped up too long—needed air or she’d waste away. Park stroll nearby.

“I wanna go where the rich lady plays steel wool ball!”

“Eat shit—you look like a steel wool ball!”

“Oh, Youyou—someone called after you slept yesterday. I answered.”

You answered?

Luo You checked call log—big sis misc fish.

She glared hard at Xue.

“Why glare?”

“You idiot—you met big sis misc fish in Jiuxi Sea! What if she recognized your voice!”

Luo You wanted to beat her.

Xue shielded her head. “New number, no worry. I was eating—she shouldn’t recognize.”

“What new number? What’re you on about?”

Luo You poked her forehead twice.

“Hope big sis misc really didn’t notice!”

“Pack up—out!”

“Where?”

“Out! You don’t want?”

“Want!”

Xue got a light disguise to avoid magical girl recognition. Luo You switched styles—no more slutty vibe, pure desire look.

Mirror check—she looked reborn. Even acquaintances would double-take to confirm the rare slut Luo You.

“Let’s go.” Luo You led her downstairs to the food street near the gym.

Unsure what Xue liked, bring her here—if interested, future half-hour chats like walking a cat or dog.

“You! That! I wanna eat!”

“I wanna watch a movie.”

“I wanna work out.”

Pent-up from confinement, Xue’s curiosity exploded—everything intrigued her.

Strange noises from a love hotel—she wanted in, but Luo You stopped her.

“Nng…” Luo You looked down at Xue’s head.

Just a normal stinky kid.

No trace of former Plunder-Light dimensional beast.

[Speaking of—Xingyue asked me those things before. How’s she now?]

That suspected Plunder-Light wasn’t easy. Xingyue better not throw tantrums.

Until Luo You fully conquered her, no accidents.

As if telepathic—Xingyue contacted. Under Luo You’s skirt, a spot buzzed wildly.

Passerby: What’s that noise?

?!

Luo You yanked Xue into a restroom, staring at the thigh garter vibrating nonstop.

Mysterious magic tool: “Sisterly Bond”—could be garter, necklace, many forms.

In magical girl circles, big sis and little sis exchange them.

During prior meet, she swapped contacts with Xingyue this way. When Xingyue wanted to meet, it vibrated—reminder to call.

Couldn’t give direct phone—info age, traceable.

Xingyue gave a public number, non-personal.

[But why so loud!? I got an egg planted without knowing!]

Fuming, Luo You ditched borrowing a phone, dialed Xingyue’s from a lost-and-found.

“Hey? What? Better be important!” Luo You said coldly.

Xingyue’s low voice: “Free to meet today?”

“You’ve been asking too often lately. That desperate to see me?”

“Yes.”

“Tch—usual spot.”

Luo You hung, ditched the phone at lost-and-found, walked to waiting Xue: “Xue, had enough?”

“Rich lady calling for steel wool again? Go—I’m fine.”

Sounds caring, but punchable. This brat too cocky? Think I’m soft!

“Not rich lady, not steel wo—wait, who said play?” Luo You muttered.

Rich lady joy ball: stressed, twisted rich women keep boytoys or girls, scrub with steel wool, enjoy pained expressions—hence “rich lady joy ball.”

Luo You wasn’t rich or twisted, but wanted to try on Xingyue.

Low energy now, but spice for next time.

“Xue, head back alone—I’m buying high-end steel w—no, a gift.”

“…”

“What you staring? Wanna try steel wool? You’ve got that mature Liti Yan vibe—perfect test subject!”

Xue bolted.

Stay longer, this erotic demon god might actually do it.

…

Usual spot—

Like last two times, Xingyue arrived first, waiting.

“What’s up?” Luo You approached cold-faced—usually slutty, now icy.

Too many recent meets made her feel cheap. Time to show attitude.