The bright morning sun pierced through the gaps in the curtains like golden needles, dispelling the quiet dimness inside Tunzuo’s room.
Tunzuo groggily poked her head out from under the covers, her consciousness still lingering on the edge of a sweet dream.
Rubbing her bleary eyes, she let out a yawn.
Tunzuo felt sore all over, as if her body had been taken apart and reassembled.
No surprise there—she was probably still fuming from that perverted dragon Olivia.
“Get up… wash up…”
Tunzuo mumbled incoherently, dragging her heavy body into the bathroom like a restless ghost.
She manipulated her stiff limbs mechanically, squeezing toothpaste onto her toothbrush, shoving it into her mouth for a few haphazard scrubs.
Tunzuo then turned on the faucet, scooped a handful of cool water, and splashed it on her face.
The icy stream slid down her cheeks, washing away some of the drowsiness.
Hindered by the lingering droplets, she couldn’t open her eyes and had to grope blindly for the towel hanging on the rack.
However, Tunzuo’s hand grasped at empty air on the rack.
“Huh?”
Frowning, still with her eyes closed, Tunzuo’s hand fumbled around the rack in confusion.
Weird, where’s the towel? Did Sally not put it back after washing her face?
Just as her fingers were about to touch the cold ceramic tiles of the wall, a warm, dry, and powerful hand steadily held out a neatly folded towel, placing it right into Tunzuo’s reach.
“Looking for this, little ghost?”
A voice that should have made Tunzuo’s scalp tingle now carried a hint of morning laziness and amusement as it sounded in her ear.
Tunzuo subconsciously took the towel from that hand, mumbling a thank you.
“Ah, thanks…”
But before Tunzuo could wipe her face a few times, her movements froze mid-air.
Wait!
Something’s wrong!
This is the bathroom!
I came in alone!
Sally and Huli finished washing up long ago and are sitting at the dining table! So who just handed me the towel?!
An answer Tunzuo knew all too well, one that chilled her blood to the core, instantly occupied her mind.
Tunzuo yanked the towel off her face with a swish, her emerald-green eyes wide open.
There stood Olivia, smiling right in front of her.
The distance between the two witches was so close that the texture of each other’s skin was clearly visible.
Olivia wore a cool black athletic jacket over a pure white sports crop top, paired with matching shorts, perfectly outlining her powerful physique.
“Perverted dragon—! What are you doing here?!”
Tunzuo bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She stumbled back several steps, her waist pressed firmly against the cold edge of the sink, her voice sharp with fright.
Olivia, however, appeared utterly unfazed.
She even leisurely brushed aside a strand of her sweat-dampened golden bangs, replying in a matter-of-fact tone.
“I get up at four a.m. every day to review my combat magic coursework. I just finished my morning training, so I came back to take a shower. I happened to see you looking for a towel and just gave you a hand, little ghost.”
Olivia’s tone was as calm as if she were commenting on the nice weather, completely oblivious to how inappropriate it was for a golden dragon witch, dressed in skimpy athletic wear early in the morning, to be alone with Tunzuo in a cramped bathroom.
Her words gave Tunzuo pause.
Four a.m.?
Morning training?
These terms felt somewhat foreign to Tunzuo, who was no longer a corporate drone.
So, Tunzuo instinctively sized Olivia up.
Just as Olivia said, she still radiated the warmth specific to post-exercise.
A layer of glistening sweat covered Olivia’s fair skin, shimmering with an alluring glow under the bathroom’s weak light.
Beads of sweat slid down her slender neck, disappearing into the edge of her sports crop top.
But the most striking feature was Olivia’s completely exposed abdomen.
Flat, taut, eight well-defined abdominal muscles like eight exquisitely carved works of art, brimming with explosive power yet not appearing crude in the slightest.
Instead, they perfectly blended with Olivia’s elegant and confident demeanor.
This was a physique of peak athleticism, honed through relentless training and unique to top-tier warriors.
Tunzuo’s gaze was uncontrollably drawn to Olivia’s abs, and a thought involuntarily popped into her head.
Hmm, eight-pack abs.
What would they feel like to touch…
But the next second, Tunzuo violently shook her head, banishing the impure thought, and scolded herself fiercely in her mind.
Tunzuo! Tunzuo! What were you just thinking?!
How could you be intrigued by such a gross muscle-head?!
Aren’t you the most dedicated Azur Lane player?
Your taste is clearly… clearly…
As her thoughts wandered, Tunzuo’s gaze unconsciously drifted upward, landing on Olivia’s ample chest, barely contained by the sports crop top.
Hmm, seems… not small either…
As soon as this naughty thought emerged, Tunzuo’s face flushed a deep crimson, like a ripe tomato.
No! No, no, no! Why am I evaluating this perverted golden dragon’s figure?! It must be that horny gene from that bad mommy Antuxi acting up!
Meanwhile, in a distant corner of the universe, Antuxi, who was playing pranks on the natives of a planet, suddenly sneezed loudly without warning.
“Achoo! Why the sneeze? Could it be my silly daughter missing her mommy again?”
Antuxi rubbed her nose, looking puzzledly at the starry sky, completely unaware that she had just been remotely blamed by her own daughter far away in the Dona Yala World.
Olivia’s brilliant golden slit-pupiled eyes clearly reflected the complex mix of conflict, shame, anger, and a hint of curiosity on Tunzuo’s face.
She could guess what Tunzuo was thinking, and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.
Not only did Olivia not retreat, she took another step closer to Tunzuo.
Under Tunzuo’s flustered gaze, she slowly spread her arms open, her posture seeming to say—Take a good look, don’t be shy.
“You—!”
Olivia’s action completely snapped Tunzuo’s thread of rationality.
“You perverted dragon! Get out!”
With an angry roar, Tunzuo furiously lifted her leg and kicked Olivia, along with the towel, out the door in one go.
Bang!
The bathroom door was slammed shut by Tunzuo.
From outside came a light chuckle from Olivia, followed by the sound of her retreating footsteps.
Leaning against the door, Tunzuo gasped for breath, feeling like her heart was about to explode from rage.
“I give up, life is unbearable…”
After washing up and finishing breakfast, Tunzuo wore a cold expression, as if a witch had dragged her out of bed while she was sound asleep.
Her morning grumpiness was severe! With deep resentment, she walked out of the dorm with Sally and Huli, ready for class.
Olivia, meanwhile, followed beside them with a bright smile, acting as if nothing had happened, as if the morning bathroom incident had never occurred.
This time, Tunzuo was fully prepared.
She didn’t float up like a balloon again, needing Sally and Huli to lead her to school.
Instead, she walked at the very front, maintaining a safe distance of at least three meters from Olivia.
Tunzuo feared that if she let her guard down for a second, that perverted dragon Olivia would snatch the rope from Sally and Huli and drag her away.
Along the way, because Olivia was simply too dazzling, like a walking star, she instantly attracted the gazes and whispers of countless witch students and teachers.
“Look! It’s Lady Olivia!”
“That black-haired one next to her… could that be the mysterious black-haired witch?!”
“Oh my, are they already living together? What kind of dream crossover is this?”
“Hmm, they seem to get along well…”
“Sis, don’t look at everything through sapphic-colored glasses. Can’t you see that black-haired witch’s face is as dark as thunder?”
With the constant buzz of various comments, Tunzuo felt utterly exhausted.
She just wanted to be a happy, lazy witch, not a rare animal on display.
However, that short morning walk was merely the beginning of the nightmare.
Over the next two days, Tunzuo truly experienced how terrifying Olivia’s so-called pursuit and possessiveness could be.
In Social Etiquette class, Olivia would unfailingly sit next to Tunzuo, impossible to shoo away.
Whenever Teacher Sherry introduced a new concept, Olivia would immediately lean over and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, supplement it with a wealth of details and examples drawn from her vast experience and knowledge.
“What Teacher Sherry calls ‘Elemental Resonance,’ I’ve actually found older records about in my family’s library…”
“Regarding this historical event, my mother once mentioned some secret anecdotes to me…”
Olivia’s overly detailed supplements made Tunzuo’s head spin, and she just wanted to plug her ears.
In Magical Theory class, Olivia intensified her efforts.
She deliberately displayed various exquisite mana manipulation techniques in front of Tunzuo, dazzling mana light dancing at her fingertips, sometimes coalescing into elegant swans, other times transforming into roaring dragons.
She acted like a primary school boy constantly pulling pranks to get his crush’s attention, so childish it made Tunzuo roll her eyes.
In Riding class, Olivia persistently flew closely alongside Tunzuo.
No matter how Tunzuo accelerated, turned sharply, or dove, she couldn’t shake Olivia off.
Olivia stuck to Tunzuo’s tail like a piece of stubborn adhesive plaster, irritating her to no end.
During lunch, Olivia would inevitably sit across from Tunzuo.
As for why not beside her?
Because if they got too close, Tunzuo would unhesitatingly pull out that stainless steel clothes hanger rod and ruthlessly poke it towards Olivia’s eyes.
Cowed by Olivia’s overwhelmingly domineering presence, a large empty zone formed around Tunzuo’s seat, creating a private space that was absolutely not Tunzuo’s intention.
Even Sally and Huli, after silently saluting Tunzuo, picked up their trays and scurried away to a distance, their expressions saying, “Sister Tuzu, we can’t help you, you’re on your own.”
The abandonment by the two little ones pained Tunzuo deeply.
Even Teacher Sherry, upon seeing Olivia’s meticulous “care” for Tunzuo, couldn’t help but sigh and hold her forehead, starting to regret whether she should have invited Olivia to instruct their practical combat class in the first place.
After two days, Tunzuo felt completely drained of all energy by Olivia.
She didn’t even have the mood to curse at Olivia anymore.
All she wanted now was to find a place with no witches, lie down quietly, and be at peace with the world.
“Wah… I hate school…”
Within the Witch Academy of the Vast Sea City, gossip about the relationship between Tunzuo and Olivia flew everywhere.
Various versions of love stories were spread like wildfire.
However, what puzzled the witches was that on the Magic Network, the information hub of the Dona Yala World, there wasn’t a single piece of news about this.
Whether in trending sections or forum corners, not a single word could be found about the golden dragon heiress transferring schools to pursue the mysterious black-haired witch.
It was as if a mysterious and powerful force was strangling all related discussions and posts in their cradle before they could spread.
In the principal’s office of the Capital Witch Academy, Andersen, the childlike witch who looked only five or six years old, sat behind a mountain of paperwork with a look of utter despair.
Her small hand moved swiftly across her grimoire, deleting one newly popping-up post after another.
“Bad little dragon! Why do I, the principal, have to clean up the mess you made?!”
Andersen grumbled indignantly as she deleted posts, her pink, tender little face clearly spelling out the words “I’m very busy.”
“Once I’m done with this, I’m definitely going to make Fafnir compensate me! Definitely!”