Bai Tang’s cheeks burned so hot they felt like they were on fire. Her earlobes, half-hidden beneath her pink hair, looked soft and ripe, like little cherry tomatoes begging to be tasted.
It was the same familiar room, the same large bed. Even the bedding and pillows carried the faint, pleasant scent she had grown used to from the Witch teacher.
Lying face-down on the bed, Bai Tang buried her entire face into the pillow at the thought of what was about to happen. She wished she could suffocate herself right then and there.
What do I do, what do I do?!
She had already been seen by the Witch teacher before, but even so… just imagining that scene still made her so ashamed she wanted to die on the spot!
No, no! This isn’t right, Bai Tang!
The Witch teacher was only doing this out of concern for her injured student. She was just applying ointment. There was nothing else to it. It was no different from when she had treated the wound on her arm, right?
This time the injury was just in a more embarrassing location. Fundamentally, it was the same thing. She needed to calm down and stop filling her head with dirty thoughts!
The Witch teacher was the Witch teacher. That one time helping her “test the depth” had been an accident. There was no way there would be a second time… right?
But what if my body reacts on its own while she’s applying the ointment?
Her wild thoughts were finally interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Bai Tang, are you ready?”
Claire stood at the doorway holding a bowl of freshly made healing ointment. It had the appearance of solidified white lard.
Seeing Bai Tang still lying on the bed like a dead fish with no intention of removing her clothes and skirt, Claire frowned in displeasure.
“If you don’t take them off, how am I supposed to apply the ointment? Do I even have to help you remove your clothes for something this simple?”
“Guh…”
As expected, the Witch teacher never felt awkward no matter what she did. The only one feeling ashamed from beginning to end was Bai Tang.
Because the Witch teacher’s intentions were completely proper. No teacher would feel embarrassed about treating an injured student’s wounds.
Even the reason they were using ointment instead of a recovery potion was entirely Bai Tang’s own fault. In order to cooperate with the demon hunter, she had taken every recovery potion from the store and used them all up.
The shameful thoughts were entirely on her side. That was why she felt so embarrassed and couldn’t face it.
“Teacher… how about we just forget it? I can endure it for a while. I can wait until the next batch of recovery potion is ready…”
Bai Tang was still trying to escape.
“Are you sure?”
Claire raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve used recovery potions before, so you should know what they’re like. They do heal wounds extremely fast, but they’re not without drawbacks.”
Bai Tang certainly knew the downside of recovery potions.
Their recovery speed was so over-the-top that it forced flesh cells to divide rapidly, filling wounds with newly grown tissue. Because it prioritized speed above all else, the new flesh grew haphazardly. Internal injuries were fine since no one could see them, but external wounds healed with obvious, ugly scars.
If she used it now, wouldn’t people misunderstand and think she was some perverted girl who liked being whipped?
Compared to that, the milder ointment wouldn’t leave scars. There really was no choice.
“…Fine. Let’s do it this way.”
With that, Bai Tang began wriggling like a caterpillar while staying face-down, slowly removing her clothes one piece at a time until only her white panties remained.
But that was her limit.
Continuing any further would feel like she was actively letting the Witch teacher undress her. No matter how she tried to convince herself, she couldn’t do it.
“You want me to help with the last piece?” Claire asked, puzzled.
“Wuwu… Please, teacher…”
“Alright, alright. Then lift your hips a little.”
Claire helplessly set the bowl of ointment aside and reached over. She pulled down Bai Tang’s last piece of clothing. The panties, along with her outer clothes and skirt, ended up scattered messily across the bed and floor. No matter how one looked at it, the scene was rather suggestive.
Claire examined the injuries on Bai Tang’s body. From her waist down to her small, perky butt, there were dozens of red welts left by a whip, slightly swollen. If left untreated, they would most likely leave pale scars once new flesh grew in.
While evenly spreading the ointment on her hands, Claire asked casually, “How did this happen? Why are the wounds on your butt this time?”
“This is a long story… Hiss~!”
The moment the Witch teacher’s soft hand touched the wound, Bai Tang couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. Claire’s touch was very gentle. Aside from the cool sensation of the ointment seeping into the wounds, for some reason Bai Tang also felt a strange, ticklish sensation in her chest.
“Just bear with it for a bit. It’ll feel better soon. Keep talking.”
“Last night…”
Bai Tang pressed her lips together and began recounting everything that had happened at the Goat Tavern during Long Night, using the story to distract herself and keep her mind from being completely filled with indecent thoughts.
Of course, she left out the part where Theresa had given her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. At the time she had thought it was a dream, so it didn’t count.
Time slowly passed. The sky outside gradually brightened. Although it was still gray and overcast, there was no longer any need to light a lamp to see inside the room.
The ointment in the bowl was nearly gone.
“So you really almost died?”
“Mm. Thanks to your divination and the card you gave me, I was able to escape danger.”
Bai Tang had expected the Witch teacher to show at least some surprise after hearing her story. Instead, Claire simply nodded calmly, as if she had already anticipated everything.
Her attention was focused on the current “problem” instead.
Claire glanced at her own hand, now coated in a layer of transparent gel. She knew it wasn’t the ointment—the ointment was milky white and wouldn’t have stained the bedsheet dark.
“We’ll have to change the bedsheet again.”
“…I’m sorry, teacher…”
Bai Tang buried her entire face into the pillow and apologized in a muffled voice.
But this really couldn’t be helped, could it? Anyone who had studied middle school geography knew that tides were mainly controlled by the moon’s gravity. It came completely without warning and couldn’t be stopped by human will!
“Ah, forget it. We were going to change the sheets anyway. Consider it a reward for coming back alive.”
The Witch teacher gave Bai Tang’s thigh a light slap, making the girl let out a surprised yelp.
“Relax. Don’t be so tense.”