Many young girls once dreamed of becoming Magic Girls, appearing before the world in a flawless and dazzling image.
And the dresses that matched them had to feature a generous yet modest neckline, lace hems that might flutter in the breeze, all layered with sweet and innocent colors…
But Lando was not that kind of girl.
The clothes she wore were often extremely simple—the easier to clean, the better.
This was way too complicated.
Lando anxiously pinched the intricate straps on her back one by one, lowering her head to avoid Tang Nai’s camera as much as possible.
Dressing like this was just too embarrassing.
Nearby, Su Mu, playing Ye Wanqing, stared blankly at Luo Jialan under the white dress, momentarily forgetting why she was even there.
Her gaze wished it could turn into liquid and seep into the shadow deliberately accentuating the delicate side of her small chest, then flow down the smooth and delicate waist all the way to the finely sculpted toes.
After those nights spent embracing, every inch of skin between Su Mu and Luo Jialan was already intimately familiar.
With her memory, it wasn’t hard to remember; moreover, her body had long since been inscribed with the other’s form through persistent effort.
Though this dress was a spontaneous creation by Tang Nai, it perfectly matched Lando’s figure and temperament.
Unlike typical gowns that seemed eager to expose every curve between the peaks and valleys, it deliberately avoided her unremarkable “dove-like” chest, instead focusing on her smooth and charming body contours, showcasing her porcelain-like shoulders and arms even better.
Between her flowing sea-blue hair, a faint blush of skin shimmered like the subtle shyness in a girl’s heart, making a certain little mouse involuntarily recall how her own soft hair had melted into the other’s body.
Though the fabric was intricate, it wasn’t heavy; rather, it was unexpectedly thin and form-fitting, like a qipao.
Lando’s figure was young but not frail, and the dress’s delicate fit was just right.
Especially after Tang Nai stripped away some of the unnecessary bindings, gravity and momentum let her hidden, droplet-like gentle curves truly shine.
Su Mu was the big raindrop, pouring down loudly and heavily; Lando was the small drop, only drizzling, but falling closer, tighter, and faster than the big drops.
Under Su Mu’s unwavering gaze, Lando’s thoughts grew overheated and sluggish, making her all the more conscious of the bindings Tang Nai had removed with magic.
But this dress was just too complicated.
If she couldn’t tear it, she was helpless—and couldn’t even think about putting the bindings back on.
With just a snap of her fingers, Tang Nai had replaced the clothes on her body with this appearance, catching her completely off guard.
“Little Lando, this look suits you so well~”
Hearing this, Lando felt a mix of shame and anger.
Who would have thought that this silver-haired girl was actually the leader of the Magic Girls, wasting her magic power on something like this?
It’s just a little pat on the head, really?
So petty.
“I know, you hate having so much fabric on, right? Don’t worry, you’ll come to cherish it soon enough.”
Listening to Tang Nai’s teasing words, Lando immediately shot her a glare.
She wished she could just curl up inside her arms—how could she look like she hated the fabric?
But Tang Nai just loved capturing her awkward expressions from every angle, freezing every blush and embarrassed glance she couldn’t avoid.
Not to mention the mischievous Tang Nai, even Su Mu had to temporarily surrender to her own feelings, pushing aside her desire to help Lando for the moment.
“Little Miti, adjust the lighting.”
“Got it.” Su Mu shifted the light’s direction, admiring every detail of the blue-haired girl’s body as if she were carefully handling a cherished figurine.
Her hands were careful, but her eyes bold.
“You made me go through all this, just to humiliate me like this?”
“Oh my, oh my, as expected of the newcomer I admire—such courage! You dare talk back to your superior and benefactor like that. Luckily, I’m not really a demon…”
At these words, Su Mu couldn’t help but smile.
Hearing that come out of Tang Nai’s mouth was strangely amusing—after all, Su Mu found it hard to find anyone more devilish than Tang Nai herself.
No, calling her a demon was too kind.
She was at least a hell queen level.
“Superior? Benefactor? If I’d known you were a Magic Girl, I’d rather have fallen to the Desire Witch, and what have you done to deserve my gratitude?” Lando grumbled her dissatisfaction through silver teeth, but Tang Nai was far from angered by such words.
What really ignited her was the genuine way Lando had touched her head as if she were still a little girl.
In that instant, Tang Nai clearly felt a long-lost anger rise.
“Don’t rush to complain. The fun part is yet to come. Your body is wrapped in so much Dark Magic Corruption, it’s practically beyond what a Magic Girl can endure. So I’ve decided to help you get rid of it.”
Hearing this, Su Mu quietly scanned Lando’s current state with her handheld device, only to be shocked to find that the Dark Magic Power on her was almost on par with that of the Desire Witch Concept Body they had cut down the other day.
Maintaining her sanity was a miracle; if it were Su Mu, she’d have already started…
“What do you mean?”
“Simple. Let’s play a game. If I remember correctly, you’ve trained in martial arts since you were little, right? So we’ll handle this the same way—I’ll materialize most of the overflowing Dark Magic Power inside you so you can face it head-on and defeat it.”
Tang Nai being so kind?
Neither Lando nor Su Mu believed it.
There had to be a catch.
“You say this Dark Magic Power, but I don’t feel any of it. Sounds like an excuse to trick me.”
“Is that so? I’m talking about the stuff that makes your whole body burn uncomfortably and lose control.”
Tang Nai smiled, and Lando blinked in surprise.
How did she know that…
“Hiding away to do shameful things won’t solve the problem once and for all; it’ll only pull you deeper. You’ll unconsciously think about it all day. Only by doing this can you truly be rid of it.”
Though suspicious, Lando knew Tang Nai was telling the truth because she had already personally experienced some of the facts she mentioned.
Every time she staggered into the bathroom drenched in sweat, she felt utterly empty inside.
But soon after, she couldn’t bear it anymore.
Then, the next time she punched the sandbag, she’d have to spend even more time, using almost wrist-breaking strength to vent.
“Fine, then show me this so-called Dark Magic Power you’re talking about.”
The next moment, within her suddenly dilated pupils, a “Luo Linglan” indistinguishable from the Desire Witch Concept Body appeared before her.
She was swirling with dense Dark Magic Power, her bewitching aura instinctively making one want to flee.
“Oh right, when you fight her, remember to watch out for the fabric~”
Hearing Tang Nai’s mischievous words, Lando curled her lips.
‘What, worried I’ll tear her clothes? I don’t care about that…’
The next instant, Luo Linglan’s swift and fierce punch nearly grazed Lando’s shoulder, and to Lando’s astonishment, the fabric by her armpit dissolved like snow.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Your clothes are Magical Constructs, and they absolutely cannot coexist with Dark Magic Power.”