The potion passed down her throat and finally slid into her stomach.
The time it took for the effects to spread through her limbs and every bone was only a moment, and Bai Tang immediately felt her body undergoing a drastic change.
Her cheeks flushed red as she gasped for breath with difficulty. “Hah…”
If medical instruments had been hooked up to her body at that moment, Bai Tang was certain her heart rate would already have exceeded 300 beats per minute, and it was still climbing like mad.
The blood inside her body felt as if it were boiling, scorching her skin until it burned and flushed a vivid red, as though she had been scalded.
“Tea… Teacher…” The girl looked as if she had been burned into a daze.
Her vision blurred, and her head could not store a single scrap of information.
Everything was chaos.
Claire stood to the side the entire time, silently watching the changes taking place in Bai Tang.
Her expression was calm, and she showed not the slightest intention of intervening.
It was as if, even now, everything that was happening still fell within her expectations.
The next instant, the potion’s true effects fully kicked in.
With a whoosh, countless pitch-black tentacles burst from behind the girl.
In thickness, speed, destructive power, flexibility, and recovery rate, those tentacles were completely incomparable to what they had been before.
Even if they were severed by a blade, they could regenerate in an instant.
It was as if she had entered a berserk state in a single heartbeat, wild and twisted beyond measure, with overflowing desire driving her every action.
She was extremely prone to losing her reason, completely ruled by chaos and the most primitive desires buried in the deepest layers of the flesh.
The tentacles flailed without purpose, wrecking the iron wok, the stove, and even the half-closed wooden door of the back kitchen, destroying everything within sight.
This was one face of Flesh Mutation.
While her own strength surged in an instant, the side effect was that she became extremely prone to losing her reason.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!“
Countless tentacles covered in eyeballs shot out at once, aimed straight at Claire.
Like pythons coiling around their prey, they wrapped her body and yanked her into the air in front of Bai Tang.
“Teacher…” The light in the girl’s eyes was replaced by the most primitive desire.
Her gaze gradually grew hazy, and she began to speak without any filter.
“Teacher… you smell so good…”
The first thing to seize control of the girl’s reason was lust?
Claire’s eyes darkened.
She said, “Bai Tang, I’ll give you three seconds to wake up.
Otherwise, three seconds from now, I’ll help you wake up myself.”
Was she being threatened?
A flash of disdain crossed Bai Tang’s mind.
*The Witch teacher is really stupid.
She can’t even see the simplest situation clearly.*
*Right now the Witch teacher is tightly bound and controlled by her tentacles, completely unable to move.
Isn’t it whatever she wants?
No matter how you look at it, shouldn’t the Witch teacher be the one begging Bai Tang for mercy?*
The girl lifted her slender neck toward the Witch teacher bound in midair by her tentacles.
“Teacher, you’re really getting senile.
Right now I should be the one giving you three seconds to beg me for mercy.
Otherwise, when this student starts moving, I won’t hold back~”
With that, Bai Tang crooked a finger.
Strange… was her attitude this arrogant before too?
*Forget it.
As long as it feels good, that doesn’t seem all that important.*
The brief flicker of reason was quickly buried again by even stronger desire, pressed down into the deepest depths, as if it would never rise again.
Claire’s hand casually broke free of Bai Tang’s tentacles.
From somewhere she produced an unknown potion whose liquid was a deep green, bit off the cork with her teeth, and poured it straight into the girl’s mouth.
Claire let out a helpless sigh. “Hai, I think you’re really sexually repressed, Bai Tang!”
In only a moment, the abnormally thick tentacles swollen by the Flesh Mutation potion went limp, like plants that had grown in darkness and never seen the sun.
They lost all their strength.
With a soft tap, the sole of Claire’s shoe landed on the floor.
“Where’s my power?!”
“My power!”
Bai Tang’s face filled with terror.
The tentacles that had been strong enough to punch through hard concrete walls now hung off her like overcooked noodles, soft and limp on the ground.
“What did you make me drink?
Give me back my kingly power!”
“It’s just a potion to make you behave.”
Claire was speechless.
She’s still not lucid after all this?
Just how repressed is this girl usually?
“Behave?” With her tentacles temporarily stripped of all strength, Bai Tang lay on the floor throwing a tantrum. “Why? Why?!”
“Who made the rule that the student has to take it from the teacher?
Why can’t I do the teacher instead?”
“You really have no filter at all.”
Claire’s face was lined with black marks.
She bent down, picked up one of the limp tentacles from the floor, and started dragging the tantrum-throwing Bai Tang toward the inner room.
Want to know why?
Come inside and I’ll tell you.
Perhaps her subconscious had sensed approaching danger, or perhaps the potion’s side effects had simply worn off.
Dragged by the tentacle toward the bedroom, Bai Tang gradually recovered her reason.
Can we still settle this peacefully?
She blinked, gradually remembering what she had just said. “What I said just now was all a joke with you, Teacher…”
She swallowed with a gulp.
Claire stopped and looked back at Bai Tang lying on the floor.
The girl blinked her big, watery eyes.
Her gaze was full of innocent confusion and purity.
The one who just now had no filter and no sense of propriety was Bad Bai Tang!
That wasn’t her.
The one here now is Good Bai Tang!
“Awake now?”
“Mm-hmm!” Bai Tang nodded like a pecking chick.
“Don’t you want to know why you’re the one on the bottom?”
“Nn~~” Bai Tang shook her head desperately.
She did not want to know.
She really did not want to know even a little!
Claire’s lips curved upward. “Too late!”
When authority has been questioned, the best method is naturally to reestablish it.
Wasn’t that only natural?
And to reestablish authority, a cruel contest was indispensable!
It didn’t have to draw blood, but at least some sweat ought to be shed!
When two countries go to war, if the defeated nation does not have enough funds to pay reparations to the victor, occupying some land and digging out a few mineral resources as compensation is perfectly normal, isn’t it?
Even if the mines are poor and there is no gold, there should at least be silver, right?
“Guh… Teacher, you said that if a person is born weak…”
“That’s enough.
Hurry up and get down there and make a floor bed.” Claire was speechless.
She rolled Bai Tang up, bedding, sheets, and all, into a spring roll and carried her off the bed. “It’s getting late.
Go to sleep early, and remember to get up early tomorrow to cook.”
The Witch teacher remade the bed with fresh bedding, blew out the lamp, and seemed genuinely tired, letting out a long yawn. “Oh~~ Also, the wall in your original room seems to have a huge hole punched through it by your tentacles.
Remember to find someone to patch it tomorrow.
It’s been cold these past few days, so just make a floor bed in my room for now.”
The girl pulled her entire head under the covers and answered weakly, “Oh~~”
So when the Witch teacher talked about sleeping in the same room, she had meant from beginning to end that Bai Tang would be the one on the floor.
How was she supposed to refuse sharing a bed with the Witch teacher? Bai Tang worried.
So sleepy~
Zzz…