Chapter 25: Sensitive Spot

Morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting golden rays into the tranquil room.

The soft light outlined two figures entwined together on the bed.

Mu Xi woke from sleep under a strange, warm, weighty pressure.

She opened her slightly drowsy silver-red eyes, her vision gradually clearing.

What met her eyes was Mu Ming’s close, defenseless, adorable face.

Like a little cat clinging to warmth, Mu Ming straddled Mu Xi’s waist, her upper body lazily resting on Mu Xi’s chest.

Her chin rested against Mu Xi’s chest, bringing a heavy, slightly blushing sensation.

What flushed Mu Xi’s cheeks even more was Mu Ming’s warm breath.

That warm breath brushed over Mu Xi’s collarbone, lightly spraying her neck and collarbone in a rhythm that brought waves of ticklishness.

Unconsciously, a flush spread across Mu Xi’s face.

Mu Xi’s white hair mingled with Mu Ming’s black hair, and she gently brushed their tangled locks down her neck.

Mu Xi froze like that, afraid to move an inch lest she wake the “Witch” asleep on top of her.

Time quietly slipped away in the sunlight.

After an unknown while, the slender eyebrows on Mu Ming’s chest twitched softly.

Soon, she opened her silver-red eyes, still clouded with sleep’s haze.

Their crimson gazes met, intertwining.

They stared at each other, four eyes locked, for an unknown stretch of time.

“Good morning~” Mu Ming’s lips curved into a lazy, satisfied smile, her sweet voice like a just-awakened cat purring to its owner.

“…”

Mu Xi stared into her eyes, silent for a moment before saying, “You really have a terrible way of sleeping… you ended up on top of me.”

Mu Xi was speechless—yesterday she’d been curled up with her arm around Mu Xi, but somehow now she’d climbed on top.

“Uwu~”

Mu Ming made a cat-like coaxing sound and buried her face into Mu Xi’s chest again, rubbing against her like a kitten, making indistinct noises:

“I dreamed of… a very, very comfortable pillow~”

“Soft, fragrant, and a little cool~”

“So I just couldn’t help hugging it a little longer… hehe~”

A joyful laugh came from the chest, carrying hints of pleasure and dependence.

“Get off me already!”

Mu Xi’s voice was filled with helplessness and embarrassment.

“Nooo~”

Mu Ming immediately hugged tighter, her limbs winding around Mu Xi’s body like an octopus.

Like sticky taffy, no matter how hard Mu Xi tried, she couldn’t shake her off.

She pouted and twisted her body, rubbing hard against Mu Xi.

The black hair and warm breath swept over Mu Xi’s cheeks and neck.

It brought an even stronger ticklish and embarrassing sensation.

“Uhehehe~ being held like this feels really nice…”

That straightforward sigh felt like a feather brushing her heart.

The flush on her face deepened.

“Stop joking around…”

Her voice carried both shame and irritation.

She sharply turned her face away, avoiding Mu Ming’s burning gaze.

Alarm bells rang in her mind:

This one looks harmless and cute! But she is still a Witch!

She was born from Pollution!

Residing inside her own body!

She cannot be fooled!

Yet her eyes drifted back to Mu Ming’s face, identical to her own.

The unusual black hair and red eyes, and the face exactly like hers—her own face was already doll-like and exquisite, but the black-haired version somehow looked even better.

For some reason, her body refused to grow up; now she looked like a shy sixteen-year-old girl, while her own younger sister was almost taller than her.

Mu Xi looked at Mu Ming and had never felt her so adorable before.

That fleeting thought only made her more unsettled.

“Mm~”

Mu Ming’s nose nuzzled Mu Xi’s neck like a little dog, her delicate nostrils inhaling deeply.

“You smell so nice…”

Mu Ming sighed contentedly.

“What are you saying! Get off me now!”

Mu Xi finally lost her patience, flustered and angry.

She struggled, trying to shake off the sticky taffy clinging to her.

Suddenly, as Mu Xi touched Mu Ming’s shoulder, a sly glint flashed in Mu Ming’s eyes.

Her hands moved like serpents, accurately pinching the soft flesh at Mu Xi’s waist!

“Ah! Yaa~”

A wave of ticklishness swept through her like an electric current, a tingling that engulfed her entire body.

Every gentle stroke, slide, and squeeze from Mu Ming’s hands brought indescribable sensations!

All her strength drained away, leaving Mu Xi helplessly struggling on the bed.

Her weak hands clawed at Mu Ming’s shoulders, legs kicking uncontrollably.

Her body trembled against her will, her face red as a roasted sweet potato.

“Hehehe~”

Mu Ming’s mischievous laugh whispered near Mu Xi’s ear.

“St-stop… please… mm.”

Mu Xi’s words slurred from overstimulation.

“I know all your sensitive spots~ After all… I’m you.”

She lowered her head, whispering with a sweet, intimate, and wicked tone right into Mu Xi’s ear.

“N-no, don’t…”

Mu Xi had never felt so controlled by another before; the blush spread from her cheeks to her collarbone, her voice soft and trembling, even her eyes misted with a watery haze.

Mu Ming’s fingertips slithered like green snakes along Mu Xi’s waist, gliding back and forth.

Knock knock knock!

A knock on the door interrupted Mu Ming’s advancing mischief, breaking the intimate atmosphere in the room.

“Tsk…”

Mu Ming stopped, clicking her tongue with slight annoyance.

“What a bummer.”

After speaking, her figure vanished like a phantom, dissolving from Mu Xi’s shy gaze.

Only Mu Xi remained, lying on the bed, her face flushed, breathing heavily.