Watching Su Mu trembling in fear, Luo Jialan’s eyes blurred slightly, and for a moment, certain scenes that resembled this one began to overlap with what was before her. Â
It was in that broken bathroom, in that cramped fitting room…
She looked at herself with damp eyes, filled with terror and unease, as if facing a starving beast that couldn’t control its hunger. Â
‘My head hurts.’
Luo Jialan felt a sharp tearing sensation spread from within her skull.
This wasn’t the first time she’d experienced such a feeling, but this time it was far more intense, forcing her to clutch her head and squeeze a hissing sound from her throat. Â
“Do you see it? This is a sign that her corruption is not yet complete. Right now, her consciousness is being pulled from both ends by desire and reason. Although she’s already done something wrong, at least her rationality hasn’t completely surrendered to her inner cravings.”
Irina’s voice echoed quietly in her mind, helping Su Mu recover from her shock.
Seeing Luo Jialan’s suffering expression stirred a hint of sympathy in her as well. Â
Even though Luo Jialan had gone too far with her—just as she had with Ye Wanqing—Su Mu didn’t want to repay her with the same cruelty.
After all, she never intended to stand against Luo Jialan. Â
The worst-case scenario was that they would gradually drift apart, but that wasn’t what Su Mu wanted.
The warmth she had finally found wasn’t something she planned to lose so easily.
“With you by her side, her desires should be temporarily controlled, preventing them from spiraling out of control.”
At these words, Su Mu’s sapphire eyes brightened, but Irina’s tone didn’t ease in the slightest.
“However, staying stuck in this stalemate for too long will cause her considerable harm. It might even tear her apart under the strain… That would be a long and painful torment.”
Irina took a deep breath and spoke as calmly as possible.
“In other words, I need to get her to be rational as soon as possible?”
“Not quite. Being fully rational would be another extreme. You wouldn’t want the Luo Jialan by your side to become a cold, hard stone, would you?”
Right, being cold and icy would be unbearable.
“Then what exactly should I aim for?”
“That I can’t clearly explain. Probably when she becomes the Luo Jialan you know best, then you’ll have succeeded.”
Su Mu glanced cautiously at Luo Jialan, who had finally endured the pain, sweat pouring down her forehead.
She sighed softly. Â
‘What exactly is the Luo Jialan I’m familiar with?’
“Su Mu, I feel so awful. Let me calm down, okay?”  Suddenly, Luo Jialan spoke, making Su Mu blink in surprise and nod without thinking. Â
‘Fine, calm down then. That’s good. Why did you say that to me? You’re not…’Â Â
Before Su Mu could finish her thought, Luo Jialan abruptly lifted her head and pressed her cheek against Su Mu’s, so close that their noses almost touched.
Her intoxicating breath, like fine wine, brushed softly against Su Mu’s delicate nose, stirring her heart into turmoil.
“W-What are you doing?”
Luo Jialan gently placed her hand on Su Mu’s wrist, just as Su Mu had once done, tenderly and slowly, pressing it against her own chest.
This time, she had the right to let Su Mu wrap herself around her—a solid right.
Almost instantly, Su Mu’s restraint and hesitation dissolved into complete confusion, and in the next moment, a wave of shyness flooded her heart.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t really paid much attention to Luo Jialan’s unreal development.
Was it all caused by magic?
Didn’t Magical Girls usually find it difficult to change their appearance at will? Â
“But witches don’t have to worry about such things.”  Irina’s words reminded Su Mu, and she was stunned. Â
‘You mean she’s already a witch?’
“Almost. I can’t help you any further now. Good luck.”
As Irina’s voice fell, Luo Jialan surged forward, pushing Su Mu down.
With affectionate eyes, she carefully savored every inch of Su Mu’s exposed skin, flushed with pink, and each breath she took deepened that blush bit by bit.
“You don’t mind if I’m a little rough, do you?”
“Hey, hey, I haven’t said I agree—mmph…”
Before Su Mu could protest, Luo Jialan sealed her lips with a kiss, cutting off her words and wrapping her in a gentle but irresistible embrace.
Su Mu involuntarily relaxed, swallowing the words of refusal stuck in her throat.
‘Damn, she’s so good at this!’
This exchange was less sweet than before, but hotter—like a cocktail overflowing with passion, instantly intoxicating Su Mu, who was no match for such temptation.
After only a few seconds, their tender, moist lips parted with a spark, yet Su Mu, lying beneath, was left dreamy-eyed, the glistening connection between their mouths blending their breaths into one.
“I remember you wrote that your mouth says no, but your body is honest—is that what you meant?”
Su Mu flushed crimson, annoyed by Luo Jialan’s teasing words, and turned her head away.
She couldn’t argue because her body was honestly betraying her, far too honestly.
And she really had written those words—just never imagined Luo Jialan would remember them so well. Â
Come to think of it, though her heart was full of frustration, why did she feel more excited than ever?
Or maybe her resistance was just symbolic—a little theatrical act to make things more interesting… as if she were the type to be easily overwhelmed once pushed. Â
“Actually, is it possible that you just like it bigger?”
‘Yes, I just like it bigger, and more elastic.’Â
So close together, and with Luo Jialan’s size nearly the same as Su Mu’s, they naturally pressed tightly against each other.
Without the dexterity of hands, they clumsily shifted their bodies to match one another, making the two layers of fabric between them especially obstructive.
Soon, the clothes were discarded, and as the fading light deepened, a more intoxicating atmosphere brewed. Â
Knowing time was short, Luo Jialan didn’t hesitate to pour herself completely into this tenderness.
Surprisingly, until dawn, no one came to interrupt.
Su Mu was indeed a somewhat reserved type, at least face-to-face, which made her shy to ask for more and stop before things grew too intense or wild.
Though she had imagined it, studied it in information, even written about it herself, and knew it might be a more wonderful experience, whenever such thoughts appeared in her mind driven by desire, she still felt ashamed.
And in these moments, it was Luo Jialan, who held control, that saw through and shattered that shame.
“Su Mu, I really like you.”
“You… you jerk…”
Half-dazed and still pressed close, just before drifting off to sleep, Su Mu pouted when Luo Jialan whispered this in her ear.
‘How am I supposed to refuse that…’ Â
‘But don’t think saying this means I’ll forgive you. When Irina recovers, I-I-I’m going to correct your personality with my fangs!’