The headlights illuminated the winding mountain road.Qiye, her hands on the steering wheel, pulled over at the foot of the mountain.At that moment, Ling Cheyin lowered her phone, casting a puzzled glance at the road ahead.
“Why aren’t we going further? This slope isn’t that steep…”
“We can’t.”
Qiye’s gaze swept over the snow-covered mountain path before their wheels.
“My excuse for leaving was… going home. If the car gets muddy from driving into the mountains, what then? It’s not like we can just get it washed afterwards, is it?”
Hearing this.
Ling Cheyin leaned back in the passenger seat, her long legs crossed and gently swaying.
She gazed at the snow outside the car.
“Sister Qiye is truly cautious.”
Her fingertip traced the car window, and the frost flowers parted along her path, creating a web-like pattern.
“However… you’re right. Muddy tire tracks would indeed give us away.”
After they exited the car.
Ling Cheyin’s right arm encircled Qiye’s slender waist, her hand still gently kneading Qiye’s lower abdomen.
Qiye, however, subtly resisted with her hand, finding such intimate contact on her lower stomach quite sensitive.
This only earned her a playful whine from Ling Cheyin:
“Are you rejecting me?”
“No… not at all.”
Qiye turned her face away, the tips of her ears tinged with a faint blush.
“That’s good then…”
Ling Cheyin nuzzled Qiye’s shoulder, murmuring as she continued to rub:
“Tell me… if you were to carry my child someday♥, how big would your belly get? Hmm, it would probably be round and plump.”
Upon hearing this.
Qiye’s expression shifted dramatically, and she slapped the hand away.
“Give up on that idea… I don’t belong to you, I dislike you, and I don’t love you. Even if you force me…”
Her fingernails dug into her palm as she clenched her fist.
Considering that the Great Witch He would undoubtedly support Ling Cheyin, the worst-case scenario would be—
“Then I would abort it.”
Ling Cheyin withdrew her hand, her gaze fixed on Qiye’s face, recognizing the seriousness in her declaration.
“I know…”
She suddenly let out a soft laugh, a possessive tenderness laced within her smile.
“Although… I can’t have your heart right now, I’ll keep trying~ I once read a romance novel where a domineering female CEO forced a marriage before falling in love… That sounds very romantic.”
“Tsk~”
Qiye scoffed, disgusted not only with Ling Cheyin but also… with herself.
For she was already tainted; Ling Cheyin had forced herself upon her more than once.
Soon, she would have to frame Senior Silvia, and once on this path, there would be no turning back.
Alas—
Qiye sighed internally, realizing she… was living under duress.
‘Despite loving Senior Silvia most of all, she was privately forced to ‘sell herself’ to keep the little witch appeased.’
****
A moment later.
Ling Cheyin removed the golden triangular star leg-ring from her thigh, softly murmuring, ‘Transform.’
Obsidian magic erupted from the star, enveloping her.
Now, she was the little witch, Aisi Aimu.
“Let’s go.”
“Compared to discussing children, completing the task Big Sister assigned is far more important.”
Ling Cheyin once again wrapped her arm around Qiye’s waist, and this time, Qiye did not resist.
The two of them shot into the sky.
Snowflakes were pulverized into dust by their magic, vanishing into the deep mountain’s blizzard.
In the howling wind, Qiye heard the little witch chuckle by her ear:
“This is much faster than that old car~”
****
On the mountain, snow curtains surged.
At the rocky summit, the mountain wind ruffled the overlapping hems of their skirts.
Below, the neon lights of Hehuan Plaza blurred into vibrant clusters within the snowy mist.
Faintly, the laughter of the crowd drifted upwards with the wind and snow.
Just then.
The air twisted, and a magical phantom, shrouded in black mist, materialized—the face of the Great Witch He shimmered indistinctly within the eerie glow.
“Big Sister~”
Seeing this, Ling Cheyin called out sweetly.
Hearing her, Ling Qinghe’s eyes softened with a rare tenderness.
“Mm, Little Sister, it’s almost time…”
“Okay.”
Ling Cheyin waved her right hand, and a vortex of magic swirled in her palm.
Immediately after.
To Qiye’s astonishment, the little witch conjured a dark, ominous ring?!
No, this dark ring was different from the one she had held that morning.
Its color was deeper, and its surface bore more intricate dark patterns.
The demonic core embedded in its center pulsed, exhaling an ominous black mist.
“Wait!”
Qiye seized Ling Cheyin’s wrist, then stepped in front of the young woman.
Below them lay a bustling market, and no matter what, Qiye was still a Magical Girl.
She could not stand by idly.
“Are you going to summon mimic beasts near here?”
“Yes, why?”
Ling Cheyin raised an eyebrow, an eerie glow flickering in her eyes.
“No… Can’t we choose a different location? If mimic beasts land in the plaza, how many casualties would there be?”
Qiye pleaded.
However.
Ling Cheyin chuckled softly, then gripped Qiye’s hand, pressing her palm against the surface of the dark ring.
“Don’t worry, this time… they’re flying creatures.”
“Besides, with me in control, it’s just to cause a little panic, right~ Otherwise, how will we draw Zhennu Yibai out of the crowd?”
Hearing this.
Qiye lowered her gaze in thought, then finally released her grip.
She looked at the snowy sky, realizing that if they were to remain airborne, it might indeed be feasible.
As long as no innocents were harmed…
“Don’t you dare trick me, or I will never forgive you…”
Qiye warned subtly.
She couldn’t be too harsh, as the Great Witch He’s magical phantom was still nearby.
“Understood.”
****
Meanwhile.
In Hehuan Plaza, amidst a vast sea of people, Silvia was enjoying a stroll, flanked by two companions.
After a while.
The trio stepped into a small pub named ‘Tipsy Bar’.
Inside, the lights cast a warm yellow glow, and the aroma of alcohol wafted towards them.
The three of them took seats at the bar, with Silvia naturally positioned in the middle.
“We’re all adults here; a little drink to get tipsy and set the mood sounds lovely~”
Weizhan swirled her stemmed glass, then took a small sip, a look of contentment gracing her face.
Xincheng draped an arm around Silvia’s waist, her white stockings hooked around the bar stool’s support.
“Senior Silvia, you really must spend more time with me~”
As the liquor swirled in her glass, Xincheng leaned in close, her warm breath caressing Silvia’s ear.
Without a word.
Her lips lightly pressed against Silvia’s cheek, and after the kiss, Xincheng snuggled into Silvia’s embrace.
Weizhan, observing this, let out a soft ‘tsk,’ twirling her wine glass.
“Xincheng… you’re too impatient.”
“Then why don’t you kiss her?”
Xincheng tilted her head, retorting.
Weizhan, however, smiled calmly and produced a bottle of richly colored red wine.
“We’re here to enjoy a tipsy, relaxed mood; rushing into things right away isn’t much fun, you know.”
Hearing this.
Silvia propped her chin on her hand, resting on the bar, and watched her two endearing juniors.
Especially Weizhan.
‘This girl wouldn’t be cooking up another interesting idea, would she?’
“How about we have a drinking contest~ One kiss for Senior Silvia per drink♥”
As she spoke.
Weizhan’s gaze lingered on Silvia’s neck, her eyes longing.
“Huh? Is that still ‘tipsy’?”
Xincheng raised an eyebrow.
“We have magic within us; what’s a little alcohol? However—”
A wisp of blue light condensed at Weizhan’s fingertip, then dissipated.
“No using magic to sober up. That way, we’ll truly feel tipsy.”
“Good idea~ Go on, I can handle it…”
Silvia, of course, supported the idea; straightforward kisses could indeed become tiresome.
After all, they were on a date, so a little intimate game was certainly in order~
Then.
The crisp clinking of glasses rang out.
Silvia joined in, though the ‘prize’ remained herself.
The trio’s cheeks gradually flushed with crimson.
Silvia leaned against the bar, chuckling softly, allowing warm kisses to land on her forehead, earlobes, and cheeks.
Weizhan’s lips, sweet with red wine, pressed kisses onto Silvia’s neck, her tongue playfully tracing the skin.
Xincheng, meanwhile, gently sucked on Silvia’s earlobe, her teeth lightly grazing it, eliciting a faint, pleasurable ache.
The burning sensation of the liquor, interwoven with intimate and ambiguous touches.
Even the air was saturated with an intoxicating aura.
After an unknown number of drinks.
Xincheng stumbled, falling into Weizhan’s arms.
As their eyes blurred, it seemed to stir the emotions deep within each of them.
Their lips met… Weizhan and Xincheng were kissing. Were they also in love with each other?
Yet, considering that the Three Primary Colors squad lived together, it made perfect sense.
Who knew what their private lives were truly like?
Silvia watched the intertwined figures, a hint of amusement flickering in her purple eyes.
“I’ve thought of a punishment♥: the first one to pass out will receive my special treatment…”
As her words fell.
Weizhan and Xincheng’s eyes cleared considerably. They exchanged a glance, then simultaneously collapsed to the floor!
Their synchronization was uncanny.
Clearly, this was the only way they could share Senior Silvia’s punishment together.
Witnessing this perfectly coordinated scene.
Silvia covered her mouth with a soft laugh, then teased:
“Are you two little rascals really that eager…?”
With a flick of her finger, Silvia cast a concealment spell that enveloped the three of them.
She settled back onto her high stool, removed her shoes, and let her beautiful legs, encased in white stockings, sway gently.
Her exquisite feet lightly nudged their shoulders:
“Since you’re so eager, then—lick away♥”
****
A moment later.
That sensation… made Silvia lean back, chuckling softly.
She was about to lose control.
“Hey, hey~ Don’t press on the soles of my feet, oh, that tickles so much!”
Hearing this.
Weizhan redoubled her efforts, murmuring indistinctly:
“How is this a punishment… it’s clearly a reward, isn’t it?♥”
Her eyelashes fluttered, and a misty veil clouded her blue eyes; she adored Senior Silvia’s adorable reaction.
Thinking this.
Her teeth gently caught the edge of the stocking, pulling it down.
Beside her, Xincheng cupped Silvia’s foot, then rubbed her cheek against it, mimicking Weizhan.
Their breaths caressed Silvia’s sensitive skin.
The white stockings quickly became translucent♥
****
After a long while.
The trio exited the pub and continued their stroll.
Having had their fill of drinks, it was time to eat.
****
A moment later.
Outside the dessert shop.
Weizhan bought a sugar-flower ring, and gazed deeply into Silvia’s eyes.
She was preparing for a mock proposal, though of course, it was all a joke… just a little dating game.
Weizhan held up the ring made of sugar flowers, its ‘diamond’ crafted from marshmallow.
A playful glint danced in the corners of her eyes.
“Silvia, will you marry me, please♥”
As she spoke, Weizhan even knelt down, making one wonder if she was truly blurring the lines between game and reality.
Using the game as a pretext, she revealed her heart, even if it was just a sugar-flower ring.
“Ugh, so cheesy~ Always taking advantage of Senior. You’re just as prim and proper as Qiye, hmph~”
Xincheng grumbled, biting into a skewer, yet her eyes couldn’t help but dart over.
‘Why didn’t I think of that?’
“Hehe~”
Silvia chuckled softly, cooperatively extending her left hand; this young girl truly was amusing.
She was even playing a proposal game…
Just then.
As Weizhan was about to place the sugar-flower ring on Silvia’s left middle finger—
A blizzard swept through without warning!
“What’s happening?!”
Xincheng cried out in alarm, waving a hand to block the fierce winds.
Beyond the snow curtain, five colossal, hundred-meter-tall eagles tore through the blizzard, diving downwards.
“Screech—”
They circled above Hehuan Plaza, screeching, shedding clusters of black and white feathers.
The hurricanes stirred by their flapping wings ripped distorted wind tunnels through the air.
In an instant, the screams of the crowd and the shattering of glass mingled into a chaotic din.
The crowd scattered in panic!
Yet, at this moment.
The sugar-flower ring in Weizhan’s hand melted away, leaving her stunned.
This proposal game had ended in failure.
“Ugh~ My ring… how awful.”
However.
Silvia looked at the five giant eagles high in the sky, thinking, ‘So, they’ve finally arrived… the mimic beasts.’
A flicker of understanding crossed her purple eyes; this was undoubtedly retaliation from the little witch’s side.
Five at once? Wasn’t this clearly a provocation aimed at her, the Protector of Ephemeral City?
The sweet scent of sugar flowers still lingered in the air.
Weizhan knelt on the ground, clearly taking the sugar-flower ring seriously, despite its trivial nature.
Seeing this.
Silvia cupped Weizhan’s sugar-dusted hand, deciding to comfort her first.
This girl had been so full of ritual just moments ago; such a letdown would surely make her unhappy.
Thus.
Silvia took Weizhan’s fingers into her mouth, licking the sugar flowers clean from each fingertip.
Her tongue gently swept over Weizhan’s flushed fingertips.
“There, there~ Don’t be angry anymore♥.”
Weizhan’s face instantly turned red; she was utterly surprised that Senior Silvia had actually licked her hand!
This was a privilege Qiye had never received, and her mood instantly brightened considerably.
She gazed at Silvia’s lowered eyelashes, no longer hearing the howling wind above her head.
“Huh?”
Xincheng stood dumbfounded, her skewer slipping from her fingers.
Witnessing this scene… she stared at Silvia’s soft, moist lips.
Her Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed.
She felt a pang of jealousy. How could they be so intimate? Could she also…
“Um, I… I want comfort too… This is too, too unfair… Senior, will you also lick the sauce off my hand…?”
But her trailing words were swallowed by another gust of hurricane-force wind.
Mingling with the terrified screams of the crowd, they vanished into the swirling snow.