“Haa… haa… Astreia… hold me tight… don’t let go!”
After returning from the balcony, Wendy clung to Astreia like a frightened koala, refusing to come down no matter what.
He had truly been scared out of his wits.
Dread of Heights, a plain but top-tier negative state that could instantly shatter even the bravest men, had struck him without warning.
That sensation of limbs dangling in midair, the heart free-falling— it was even more terrifying than facing a hundred thousand Orc Army.
Even now, Wendy’s chest still felt tight, his breath nearly caught in his throat.
“Alright, alright, it’s okay now.”
The Witch said nothing more, simply letting Wendy cling to her, gently stroking his back over and over, helping the Prince’s tense body gradually relax.
However, Wendy, buried in the Witch’s embrace, didn’t see the wicked smile stretching almost to her ears.
That’s right, everything just now had been deliberate.
From pressing Wendy against the railing, to purposefully loosening her grip when he was distracted, and finally pulling him back at the last moment—
It was all part of Astreia’s carefully crafted script.
Now was the perfect moment to savor the sweet fruits of victory!
The Prince in her arms still trembled slightly, and this pitiful appearance quietly flipped a switch deep in Astreia’s heart.
Warm lips softly pressed against the hollow of the Prince’s neck.
The atmosphere in the room rapidly heated, turning pink and ambiguous.
***
The affection between a young man and woman, once the thin window of ‘shame’ was broken, often became an uncontrollable addiction.
After the heart-stopping ‘Balcony Incident’, Wendy had completely let go of himself.
After all, he’d already shown his most embarrassing side— what was left to fear?
He met Astreia’s every request without reservation, and in return, Astreia began to indulge some of Wendy’s rather excessive curiosities.
Like explorers who had discovered a new continent, the two shared the wonders of their fantasies, losing themselves in the endless mysteries between man and woman.
Three meals a day were delivered to the tightly shut door by Deputy Kara, who always wore a pained expression.
To his delight, Wendy discovered that this kind of intense ‘in-depth exchange’ could rapidly Purify the degree of Astreia’s Demonic transformation.
He personally witnessed the strange, seductive red Magic Pattern fading away inch by inch.
From the corner of her eye, down her neck.
From her neck, gradually receding below her collarbone.
With every retreat of the Magic Pattern, a bit of wildness and madness dissipated from Astreia, and the clarity and purity in those emerald star-like eyes returned.
This ‘Physical Purification’ was overwhelmingly effective!
Wendy decided to strike while the iron was hot and turn up the heat even more.
He wanted to see if Astreia’s desire for control over him had weakened enough to reach a ‘negotiable’ safe range.
“Astreia.”
Wendy shifted in the Witch’s delightful embrace, feigning nonchalance.
“I… had a dream last night.”
“Hmm?”
The Witch, who had been absently caressing the Prince’s alluring collarbone as if petting a cat, looked up, her eyes holding a trace of lazy annoyance at being disturbed.
“I dreamed you were wearing… a very special outfit.”
Wendy chose his words carefully, trying to make his description sound more like a ridiculous dream than some perverted fantasy.
“Black, tight, as smooth as silk. On your head… there was also a pair of very cute long ears.”
“Ears?”
Astreia paused, a look of confusion crossing her face.
She clearly couldn’t understand why such a strange outfit—something like a half-beast—would appear in a dream.
Wendy leaned in, lowering his voice to her ear, and described in detail the classic ‘Bunny Girl’ Easter egg skin from the game Witch’s Conquest.
He had expected that with Astreia’s temperament—just now slightly less demonic—he might be pinned to the bed and Purified for three days and nights for suggesting such a humiliatingly revealing outfit.
But Astreia’s reaction was completely beyond his expectations.
The Witch’s breathing grew faster as he spoke.
Her proud, handsome face flushed an alluring red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Wendy finished his last word, she suddenly lifted her head, those emerald star-like eyes filled not with anger or shame, but with a light called ‘itching to try.’
“Bunny Girl…”
Astreia repeated the unfamiliar term, then suddenly smiled—three parts teasing, seven parts mischievous.
“My dear Prince… your tastes are truly unique.”
The next instant, magic surged in the room!
Dark light flooded around her like a tide.
Wendy’s vision blurred.
When the light faded, a stunning Bunny Girl in leather stood elegantly at the bedside, making his mouth go dry.
Damn!
She changed just like that! Not a hint of hesitation?!
What happened next made Wendy’s eyes widen even more.
Not only did Astreia show no resistance, she eagerly let Wendy adjust every detail of her outfit with his own hands.
“Waistline? Here? How high do you want it?”
“Skirt? Is it unnecessary? Then let’s remove it.”
“Stockings… the net pattern on top? You draw it.”
Faced with such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Wendy had no intention of being polite, immediately mixing in a huge amount of personal preference.
He unhesitatingly altered the traditional black-and-white Bunny Girl attire into a blue-and-white design better suited to Astreia’s aura.
The troublesome skirt was gone, replaced by high-waisted, form-fitting tights that highlighted her endless legs, and he even added a sexy leg band on those beautiful thighs.
At last, when a ‘Limited Edition’ Bunny Girl Astreia that perfectly matched all his fantasies sat on the edge of his bed—
Wendy felt his mind explode with a ‘buzz.’
But what truly set his blood boiling was not the breathtakingly bold costume.
It was Astreia herself.
Her face, so embarrassed that her ears seemed about to bleed, yet still forcing herself to act proud—struggling to maintain the dignity and allure of the Witch Queen.
Those dark purple eyes, now tinged with emerald, deliberately avoided meeting Wendy’s gaze.
On her upturned hair, the pair of fluffy white bunny ears trembled uncontrollably with nervousness.
Her body was held rigidly straight, yet she tried to pose seductively, side-lying to cover up the heart pounding in her chest.
Innocence and seduction.
Shyness and strength.
These two contradictory extremes fused perfectly in Astreia, becoming a weapon called ‘finisher,’ striking straight into Wendy’s heart.
“My Prince, is this… beautiful~”
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