Luo Jialan’s eyes glazed over as she stared blankly at the mottled crimson stain, her spirit visibly wilting by the second.
Her fingertips trembled, slowly slipping away from Su Mu’s waist, as if struck by some unbearable blow.
That shiver quickly spread throughout her body—her pupils, her lips…
She parted her mouth slightly, but no sound came out.
“D-Don’t look…”
Su Mu’s voice was faint, yet it pierced through Luo Jialan’s entire body like thunder, making her once again feel the guilt born from being blinded by desire.
“Sorry, I—I’m sorry!”
Apologies piled up in Luo Jialan’s heart, yet she couldn’t string together a coherent sentence.
Still, she didn’t try to make excuses for herself.
For a moment, Su Mu seemed to see the Luo Jialan that once brought her joy.
I’rina’s method truly worked, but… but—’
Su Mu was filled with shame and anger, feeling the warmth and dampness spreading upward from her lower abdomen.
She didn’t dare to touch, but she couldn’t let it be either, puffing out her cheeks in frustration.
‘It really happened this time, and it’s all your fault! What are we supposed to do now?’
“Go to the bathroom. Uh, that should be right, yeah?”
‘And then?’
“Like the first time you squatted to go?”
Su Mu was speechless for a moment.
Discussing this with Irina yielded no results; they had no life experience as girls to draw from.
But Irina’s suggestion made sense—go to the bathroom first.
Su Mu tried to get up, pulling herself out from under the covers.
Having been covered for so long, she was drenched in sweat and unwilling to stay another second.
But the moment she straightened up, a stabbing pain shot through her lower abdomen.
She was always sensitive to pain and couldn’t help curling into a ball, pressing her face into the bedding as wave after wave of pain crashed over her like a tide.
She’d only ever heard that this kind of pain was unbearable, but experiencing it firsthand made her break out in cold sweat.
She could feel that the already flimsy barrier had completely broken down, flooding uncontrollably.
Yet the pain did not ebb with the flow; instead, it came relentlessly, one wave after another.
The main reason she didn’t want to lift her head from the covers was the unbearable shame she refused to admit.
‘D-Damn it, I won’t admit to something like this!’
“Go quickly. If you don’t, it’s going to get everywhere.”
Irina’s voice urged her from within, and though Su Mu clenched her fists in frustration, she had no other choice.
In that frustrating moment, perhaps the red sugar water was working its magic, as the pain in her abdomen eased just a little, barely enough to regain some movement.
Su Mu pushed herself up, dragging her still-weak legs as she walked out.
Luo Jialan was gone.
Whether she was avoiding Su Mu out of guilt or not, it was definitely good news for Su Mu.
If she could stall for a few more hours, Irina could step in, and then the offense and defense would reverse.
Luo Jialan sat dazedly on the rooftop of the small building, her slender legs dangling, swaying in the air dozens of meters above the ground, nearly blending into the vast white sky.
She hardly understood herself anymore.
She had treated Su Mu as her most precious lover, yet she repeatedly did things that felt like coercion and violation.
It was as if, like in fan fiction, Lando was no longer the bright, just-hearted Magical Girl, but a self-indulgent witch who had fallen from grace.
The feeling of indulgence was indeed very, very good.
Luo Jialan’s fingers tapped lightly on the stone wall, then brushed over it.
The hard, sharp stones pricked her tender palms but left no trace on her resilient skin.
As Magical Girl Lando, her formidable physical constitution rarely let her feel pain anymore.
Pain had become a memory, confined to those days when Luo Linglan disciplined her.
But she remembered how pain made people look—and Su Mu’s recent expression was pain.
Though it didn’t seem overly dramatic, Luo Jialan felt deeply guilty.
It was because she stubbornly demanded so much that this situation arose.
She should have known better than to be so reckless.
A sudden cold wind swept across her thin back as if trying to push her toward the abyss below.
Luo Jialan instinctively turned her head toward the black-haired woman who had appeared out of nowhere.
“Hey, you look like you’re in a bad mood. Want to talk?”
Tang Mo smiled as she greeted Luo Jialan, who merely stared at her with a faint gaze, offering no other reaction.
Luo Jialan didn’t know this woman, but she could sense a subtle aura of danger from her.
However, such things were not what concerned her most at the moment.
“You seem a little shy. That’s okay; I’ll just change my face to talk to you.”
The next moment, a familiar surge of magical energy rolled in, and an intense sense of foreboding engulfed Luo Jialan.
Her dim purple eyes suddenly widened.
Before her stood a woman who should never have appeared here—Luo Linglan.
It was a face Luo Jialan could never forget: cold, stunning, and unattainable, just like the orchid-shaped scar at her eye’s corner.
But Luo Jialan quickly shook off her shock because she sensed something was off—’Luo Linglan wouldn’t smile like that.’
Though her face had shifted to Luo Linglan’s, Tang Mo had yet to master the latter’s cold, distant aura and oppressive presence, so she gave up on imitating her.
In fact, the person Tang Mo mimicked best was the ordinary girl she had already taken control of—the one inexplicably implanted in Ning Xi’s consciousness, a surplus existence.
Thanks to that girl’s weak will, Tang Mo easily dominated her mind.
To the extent that the girl forgot she was even being controlled once detached.
It was precisely because of this “redundant” girl that Tang Mo could effortlessly manipulate Ning Xi and Luo Linglan.
Their incomplete memories left them unable to resist her control.
And now, the plan was in its final stage.
As long as Luo Jialan continued to fall deeper, the plan to control a witch would be guaranteed.
The concept of controlling a witch still involved the Sin of Lust… no, a broader desire encompassing lust.
Tang Mo was eager to see how far this power could develop.
“You think I’m someone easy to talk to? Pretending to be like this in front of me—you don’t think I care about the so-called rules of Magical Girls.”
Though she didn’t know who the woman before her really was, Luo Jialan could guess that whoever could wield magic freely in the city was someone from the Combat Division.
But what did the Combat Division matter?
When she was in a bad mood, the Combat Division and monsters before her were no different.
They were only an annoyance.
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