The Bewitching Witch’s Proposition

Is it normal for a magical girl to sprout strange body parts after transforming?

Chloe pondered the question, her mind sifting through the handful of magical girls she knew. Tia, for instance, could indeed grow peculiar organs and even genuinely secrete corresponding fluids.

But isn’t Tia even stranger? She couldn’t possibly serve as a reference point!

“Stop pondering, I’ll tell you.”

“Who are you? Why should I trust you?”

Although Chloe had no idea what this person truly was, anyone who would abduct her from her doorstep without a word certainly couldn’t be a good person. She eyed the woman warily, tracking every subtle movement.

“My name is Isabella, and others call me the Bewitching Witch.”

“A witch? I’ve only ever heard of demons, never witches.”

“Ah, please don’t conflate us witches with demons. In truth, we are much closer to you magical girls. It’s just that our origins are indeed similar, both stemming from the dark facets of human hearts.”

Isabella licked her palm, her revealing attire perfectly befitting the title of Bewitching Witch. A black and red bodysuit clung to her, showcasing her exquisitely sculpted figure.

“Few would willingly align themselves with an evil faction. Are all witches truly pure evil?” Chloe scoffed, even as she resumed her archery stance. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her golden pupils locked onto her target, ready to unleash another devastating strike.

“Who ever said being born from darkness equates to evil? Sometimes, justice must take refuge within the shadows, and witches are simply another manifestation of that justice.”

Isabella pointed at Chloe’s ears and tail, her voice laced with profound meaning. “Look at yourself. Haven’t you realized you’re transforming into a witch? The reason the Watchtower refuses to tell you about the existence of witches is precisely their fear of magical girls defecting in battle!”

A sudden, inexplicable surge of anger coursed through Chloe. The arrow on her bowstring was instantly loosed, streaking towards Isabella like a bolt of lightning.

“I haven’t turned into any witch! You blabbering fool, go die!”

One arrow was not enough. Clutching her dagger, Chloe swiftly lunged at Isabella, attempting a sneak attack as the witch dodged. Evidently, Isabella was not adept at close-quarters combat. Her sharp claws, wielded unskillfully, barely managed to parry the arrow’s assault but failed to block the dagger’s slash. A wound bloomed on her fair arm, where a layer of golden flames immediately scorched the flesh, preventing it from self-healing.

Initially, their physical combat skills had been evenly matched, but after Chloe’s tail emerged, she felt a significant boost in her body’s balance and agility, moving with the swift and deadly grace of a nimble fox.

Kill her! She’s just a damned demon!

A powerful urge suddenly resonated within Chloe’s heart, and her hand, seemingly of its own accord, raised the dagger, poised to plunge it fiercely into the injured witch. In that crucial moment, Isabella’s pupils abruptly transformed into heart shapes, erupting with a burst of pink light.

“Ugh!”

Her vision became enveloped in a wash of pink, and to her astonishment, Chloe’s own pupils also took on the shape of hearts.

“Drop your weapon!” Isabella commanded.

Her mind clouded with confusion, Chloe numbly lowered her dagger. Then, her entire body sagged, and she sank weakly onto the grass, her legs splayed in an M-shape, her small head drooping listlessly. A moment later, her consciousness abruptly cleared. Her eyes, still hazy with disorientation, gazed at Isabella, who now lifted Chloe’s chin with a single finger.

“You’re still too weak right now. I truly look forward to seeing how you’ll grow. You’ll certainly be much cuter than you are now, won’t you?”

Chloe attempted to resist once more, only to find her limbs utterly unresponsive, leaving her helplessly at Isabella’s mercy.

“Let… let me go!”

Despite her perilous situation, Chloe’s sharp words made her seem more like a pathetic little beast stubbornly feigning bravery. Her trembling form betrayed her inner fear, yet her resilient spirit prevented her from yielding. Her previous capitulation to Tia had only been because she genuinely believed she bore significant responsibility for that incident. Ordinarily, however, Chloe was quite strong. At least, that’s what she told herself.

“Heh heh…”

Witnessing Chloe’s forced defiance, Isabella couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Provoked by the laughter, Chloe’s small face flushed crimson with indignation, and she pressed her lips together.

“What are you laughing at!”

“From what I know, there are quite a few ‘lilies’ among magical girls. Could you be one of them?” (TL Note: ‘Lily’ or ‘baihe’ is a Chinese term for yuri/lesbian relationships.)

“What lilies…? I don’t understand!” Chloe turned her head away, evading Isabella’s gaze, yet in doing so, she exposed her pale, slender neck, subtly inviting a taste.

Chloe considered herself not a ‘lily’ in a spiritual sense. Although she undeniably preferred sweet, soft girls, this felt entirely normal for someone whose personality wasn’t entirely feminine. While objectively she might be a lily, she simply wasn’t a lily. She genuinely adored beautiful girls, especially those with Tia’s level of charm, but she wasn’t a lily.

In short, she wasn’t a lily.

“I am absolutely not a lily!” Chloe declared confidently, as if proclaiming an undeniable truth.

“Really? I’m not entirely convinced.”

Observing the faint blush on Chloe’s face and her darting eyes, Isabella already knew the answer.

“Whether you are or not, this big sister is a lily~”

At this startling confession, Chloe froze for a moment, then forcefully recoiled. Her pupils abruptly constricted, her eyes filled with terror, and both of her fox ears stiffened upright.

“You! Don’t come near me!”

Such resistance was largely performative, as Chloe’s body remained largely immobilized. Should Isabella choose to do anything truly dreadful to her, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Why such a reaction? This big sister is so hurt~”

Isabella clutched her chest with a pained expression, her eyes tightly shut. However, she quickly reverted to her former seductive smile, her pink heart-shaped eyes reflecting Chloe’s terrified expression.

“Among all the witches, this big sister is quite a renowned figure. Become my girlfriend, and the perks will surely be better than being a magical girl~”

“Never!”

Chloe immediately rejected the olive branch Isabella extended. Just look at that woman’s long, sharp nails; I dare not imagine what they might be used for!

Noticing Chloe’s increasing fear, Isabella sighed regretfully.

“You’ll understand this big sister’s goodness eventually~ For now, let me give you a little enjoyment~”

“Wh—”

Chloe was almost blinded by the crimson light radiating from Isabella’s eyes.

“What… what did you do to me!”

After the light dissipated, Chloe suddenly felt a profound unease throughout her body. To her horror, her own eyes now mirrored Isabella’s, displaying identical heart-shaped pupils.