“Freya, that massage feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t you want that sensation all over your body?” Chen Xing was tempting Freya with darkness.
Just thinking about that thing made her body feel strange, as if she craved it intensely, but Freya’s mind was still holding on.
“No, I don’t need it.
Even without that thing, you’re still my master, so please don’t turn me into a puppet of darkness… okay?”
“Really? You really don’t want it?” As Chen Xing spoke, she tore open her own clothes like Billy King.
What drew attention wasn’t her fair skin, but the horrifying sight inside her clothes.
The cotton clothes looked pure white on the outside, but the inside was pitch black, with countless tentacles growing and writhing.
It looked terrifying.
“Ah~ The feeling of this thing clinging to my body is just amazing.
I… can’t live without it anymore~” Chen Xing said, blushing.
Maybe because she noticed her own excitement, the tentacles inside the clothes started writhing even more intensely.
Chen Xing’s face turned even redder, and her breathing grew rapid…
“Master, you wear that thing… does it always…”
“Of course.
No one can resist this feeling.” Chen Xing looked very excited, but she was just pretending.
Even though she’d fallen into evil, Chen Xing wasn’t actually that perverted.
Normally, her clothes were just regular fabric; she didn’t have any fetish for tentacle-clothes.
But teasing Freya and showing her how powerful this thing was didn’t seem like a bad idea.
After Chen Xing put her clothes back on, the writhing tentacles inside disappeared.
Still, she was a little curious—what would it feel like to wear something like that? It’d probably be really uncomfortable and gross.
Just thinking about it gave her goosebumps.
“No, Master! I don’t want to wear it!” Freya’s mouth was dry, and she kept swallowing.
Maybe Chen Xing didn’t like that kind of thing, but don’t forget, when Freya was being tormented by Chen Xing before, she awakened some strange tendencies.
Just imagining that thing wrapping around her body, the stuff inside constantly squirming…
“No, I can’t.
Just thinking about it is making me weird.”
Freya quickly tried to suppress her strange thoughts, but her inner reaction didn’t escape Chen Xing’s magic eye.
Of course, Chen Xing’s act just now was also seen through by Little Dragon Girl, because she knew her master was dominant and didn’t really like being violated.
So she rarely used dark matter to pleasure herself; her fun was always using dark matter to bring pleasure to her other guardians.
So it was obvious everything her master just did was fake—unless her master changed and started liking being the weaker one.
“Huh? If that’s the case, does that mean I could pin Master down and bully her in the future? But… that doesn’t sound fun at all, does it? It’d only be satisfying psychologically, right? Being bullied by Master is still the best.”
Little Dragon Girl started thinking about some weird things and grinned mischievously.
Seeing her like that, Chen Xing didn’t even need her magic eye to know what the girl was thinking.
“What the—? Are they fighting?” Chen Xing was about to go rest, but suddenly noticed the people outside the window at the bonfire party had started brawling.
A bunch of people were tangled up together, fighting for who knows what reason.
Even after becoming an evil witch, Chen Xing still couldn’t shake her habit of loving a good spectacle.
Seeing people fighting outside, she had no intention of stopping them.
When it came to human affairs, Chen Xing didn’t want to get involved.
“I can’t believe I’m thinking like this.
Looks like I’ve already…” Chen Xing gave a wry smile.
She didn’t know when it started, but the thought of going back was gone.
She liked who she was now, loved the thrill of having power over everything.
That boy named Chen Xing—his image was getting blurrier and blurrier in her mind.
The old Chen Xing was long gone.
Now, the only thing she held onto was the last shred of her humanity.
She could accept becoming bad and evil, but at least… she’d be a lawful evil, right?
“Speaking of which, maybe it’s time for my good side to show up? Feels like she’s been offline for a long time.”
As Chen Xing thought of this, she suddenly remembered she still had a good personality.
Lately, she’d had so many bad thoughts that her good side barely showed up.
With a different smile, Chen Xing suddenly gave off the feeling that the darkness around her had faded a lot.
“Mm~ Finally out, I was suffocating in there.”
Chen Xing stretched lazily.
Her tone was lighter and more cheerful than before, and she seemed like a sunny girl next door, full of energy and life.
“Ah! Such a sunny vibe, ahhh! My eyes!” Little Dragon Girl clutched her eyes in pain.
She could smell something on her master that made her uncomfortable.
If kindness showed up in a normal person, Little Dragon Girl could accept it.
But if it appeared in her own master, all she felt was disgust.
“Enough! You’re really embarrassing me, Master.
Careful or I’ll… Wait, wait, I’m the witch’s good side right now, I can’t have such bad thoughts.
Oops~ almost forgot.” Chen Xing knocked herself on the head and stuck out her tongue cutely.
“Master, your good side finally showed up?” Compared to Little Dragon Girl, Freya naturally longed for her master’s good side to appear.
“Yeah, the witch’s evil is so strong, it’s really hard for me to come out.
Did you miss me, dear Saint?”
“I really did want to see you again.”
When the witch’s good side appeared, it meant there was still hope for her to be saved.
That gave Freya hope.
Chen Xing saw what she was thinking and laughed to herself: “So naive.
If one day, I devour my good side with my dark side right in front of you, you’ll definitely look completely hopeless, right? Just thinking about it is fun.
Ah, there I go again with the bad thoughts.
Calm down, Chen Xing, you’re not supposed to be like this right now.
Be a good girl for a while.
Aren’t you tired of always playing the villain?”
“You’re right.
All the bad thoughts, go away.
I’m going to be a ‘good person’ now.”
After finishing her inner dialogue, Chen Xing put on a sunny smile.
“Freya, look, those people outside are fighting.
As a kind and holy Saint, what should we do?”
“You say that, but it’s really hard for me…” Freya blushed, lowered her head, and said shyly, “If it’s just a fight, let the humans handle it themselves.
It’s not like anyone will get hur—”
Before Freya could finish, there was a loud boom, and flames shot up into the sky, turning everything outside the window red.
Someone was casting magic, and it startled Freya.
