The vacation time at Main Sand Beach officially came to an end.
With the help of the Teleportation Array, the witches returned to their respective homes, ready to enjoy the last day of the cool break and adjust their state of mind for the upcoming school days and workdays.
On Glowing Crystal Coral Island within Vast Sea City.
Tunzuo was about to pick up her bag and head back to the Witch Academy of the Vast Sea City when An Lin appeared behind her with a serious expression.
An Lin walked up and, without any explanation, pulled Tunzuo aside.
“Little sister Tunzuo.”
An Lin placed both hands on Tunzuo’s shoulders, her expression extremely solemn, like a general about to head into battle.
She stared at Tunzuo’s face and spoke earnestly:
“At the academy, you need to learn to protect yourself and distinguish right from wrong. Don’t just believe everything Olivia says. A witch must always protect herself, especially when she’s with a dragon witch. I don’t want to see my dear little sister come back with a witch’s egg before she’s even graduated.”
An Lin’s heartfelt words, packed with a huge amount of information, made Tunzuo’s originally calm face flush bright red.
Her eyes darted around in panic, and she quickly retorted:
“Wh-what are you talking about, Sister An Lin! H-how could I possibly… Olivia wouldn’t do something like that, at least not now!”
But faced with Tunzuo’s rather weak argument, An Lin didn’t believe it in the slightest.
She squinted her eyes, her gaze sharp as a torch, staring intently at Tunzuo as if she had seen right through her, leaving no secrets hidden.
Under An Lin’s skeptical gaze, Tunzuo lowered her head guiltily, not daring to meet her eyes.
An Lin snorted coldly.
She knew her dear little sister’s personality all too well.
On the surface, she appeared aloof and tsundere, but deep down, she was a seductive woman who didn’t even realize it herself.
She seemed innocent, but she was actually a little pervert at heart!
An Lin clearly remembered the obsessed and enchanted look on Tunzuo’s face when she had touched Olivia’s abs before.
Whenever she recalled those bitter and jealousy-inducing memories, An Lin’s heart bled fiercely.
So, An Lin decided to give Tunzuo a strong dose of reality.
She lowered her voice and fired a soul-searching question at Tunzuo:
“Alright, little sister Tunzuo, let me ask you this: if the mood is hot and heavy, and Olivia kisses you, pins you to the ground, and is about to go to the next step, what would you do?”
An Lin’s question left Tunzuo stunned.
She subconsciously began to imagine the scene An Lin had described.
In her mind, Olivia’s bright, golden, slit pupils were full of aggression, her warm breath sprayed against Tunzuo’s ear, followed by a suffocating kiss and an embrace she couldn’t escape…
Looking at the gradually clear, amorous scene in her head, Tunzuo’s face grew redder.
Her fingers unconsciously twisted together, and with half-closed eyes, she stammered, not knowing how to answer.
“We-ell… mm…”
Seeing Tunzuo’s coy reaction, An Lin understood everything.
In a fit of rage, she nearly choked from the rush of blood.
“You’re planning to just go along with it, aren’t you?! You’re planning to silently accept it, aren’t you?!”
An Lin stared at Tunzuo with a look of utter disappointment.
She wondered why Tunzuo’s former cool and aloof demeanor had completely vanished.
The current Tunzuo was clearly just an inviting bottom!
Having seen Tunzuo’s true face, An Lin was furious.
She pressed down hard on Tunzuo’s shoulders and issued an absolute decree.
“Listen up, little sister Tunzuo. I won’t interfere with the rest of your relationship with Olivia, but when it comes to going all the way, I absolutely forbid it until you graduate! You need to be responsible for yourself, do you understand?!”
Tunzuo pouted and reluctantly accepted the chastity order An Lin had laid down, quietly complaining that An Lin was overthinking things.
But in return, she got an extremely distrustful and wary look from An Lin.
After bidding farewell to the nearly heartbroken An Lin, Tunzuo set off on her way back to the Witch Academy of the Vast Sea City.
But as soon as she stepped through the academy gates, Tunzuo noticed something unusual about the atmosphere at the Witch Academy of the Vast Sea City today.
The students of the witch academy were clearly divided into two groups.
One group was still happily going to school as usual, playing leisurely, and enjoying the last remnants of the holiday; the other group was huddled over books, looking frantic, with dark circles under their eyes, rushing around in a hurry.
Looking up and squinting into the distance, Tunzuo could clearly see that an unusually large number of witches were practicing flying in the Aerial Arena today.
To sum it up in one sentence:
There was a sea of witches, and the sound of gongs and drums was deafening.
Filled with confusion, Tunzuo returned to the dormitory.
Olivia, who was staying over, had been waiting for Tunzuo in the living room.
Seeing Tunzuo push the door open, Olivia immediately rushed over to greet her warmly.
Her bright, golden, slit pupils were full of joy, and her dragon tail wagged happily behind her.
After briefly greeting Olivia, Tunzuo took a transparent glass bottle out of her storage ring and handed it to Olivia.
The transparent glass bottle contained a dark purple liquid.
Under the warm, yellow light of the dormitory, it refracted an eerie sheen.
Inside it was, of course, Tunzuo’s blood.
This was something Tunzuo had discussed with Olivia before.
She would regularly supply Olivia with blood to suppress Olivia’s condition, thereby helping Olivia graduate smoothly.
Olivia took the glass bottle from Tunzuo’s hands.
Feeling the cold temperature in her hands, her eyes didn’t hold much joy;
Instead, a hint of hard-to-conceal disappointment flickered across them.
Olivia gently shook the glass bottle, and Tunzuo’s dark purple blood left sticky trails on the glass walls, seemingly silently mocking this “civilized” way of feeding.
“Why is it in a bottle… Little ghost, can’t you just bend the rules a little?”
Olivia murmured, her voice laced with a hint of boredom.
“No. This is for hygiene reasons, and even more so to stop you from getting carried away!”
Tunzuo’s answer was firm and left no room for negotiation.
Arms crossed, she stared at Olivia with a wary look.
“But this has no soul. Think about it, what if the blood’s effectiveness weakens over time? Or what if some other impurities get mixed in? I think it would be better to just suck it directly from you while it’s warm.”
Somewhat irritably, Olivia raised the glass bottle to her eyes and looked through the transparent wall at Tunzuo’s cool face.
Her bright, golden, slit pupils contracted into pinpricks.
The desire of a predator raged wildly in her chest.
As she spoke, Olivia unconsciously moved closer to Tunzuo.
Her nostrils slightly flared, as if she could already smell that sweet aroma through the glass, the one that could drive her to madness.
In Olivia’s field of vision, Tunzuo was no longer that tsundere Ghost Witch, but a walking human blood bag.
Under the thin skin of Tunzuo’s neck, pale blue veins pulsed.
Each beat pumped out nectar that tempted a witch into sin.
“Claim her, mark her, conquer her. Olivia, she belongs only to you. Whatever you do to her is justified.”
A hoarse voice echoed in Olivia’s mind, full of the magic to seduce a witch’s heart.
Olivia slightly leaned over, casting Tunzuo in her tall shadow.
She stared at Tunzuo’s slender neck with a dazed look, sinking into boundless delusion.
In her delusion, Olivia pressed Tunzuo down onto the sofa, or a soft, big bed.
Tunzuo’s hands were pinned behind her back, unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as Olivia approached.
Olivia buried her head in the crook of Tunzuo’s neck, feeling the pulse quicken with tension.
Then, Olivia extended the tip of her tongue, licked her sharp canines, and under the influence of her delusion, subconsciously made an extremely sensual swallowing motion.
Olivia’s fangs pierced Tunzuo’s soft skin.
Warm blood gushed out, filling Olivia’s mouth.
Tunzuo trembled and gasped beneath her, the corners of her eyes reddening from pain and pleasure.
It was a secret ritual belonging only to the two witches, Olivia and Tunzuo…
Under the influence of the delusion, Olivia’s rationality was swept away by the dragon’s hunting instinct.
She panted heavily, her slit pupils reflecting Tunzuo’s figure, as if the alluring scene in her mind was right before her eyes.
She unconsciously licked her lips and leaned forward, as if the next second she would pounce and bite directly into Tunzuo’s snow-white neck.
What answered Olivia was a merciless chop from Tunzuo, snapping her back to reality.
Tunzuo rolled her eyes as she looked at Olivia, who was consumed by lust, and scolded harshly:
“Stay in line, you perverted dragon! What were you just thinking?! It was written all over your face! If you keep being this lecherous, I’m going to start deducting points!”
The moment she heard the words “deducting points,” the now-conscious Olivia quickly pulled herself together, put back on an air of a proper gentleman, and sheepishly put away the glass bottle containing Tunzuo’s blood.
After calming down, the two witches sat down on the sofa.
Tunzuo told Olivia about the strange sight she had seen at the academy earlier.
After listening to Tunzuo’s description, Olivia blinked and already understood. She laughed as she explained the reason to Tunzuo:
“After the cool break, the passing exams for Social Common Sense and Flying Class are coming up. Little witches who want to graduate this year naturally need to double their efforts to review and try to pass those two exams. Those who aren’t looking to pass this year, or have already taken all their exams, naturally don’t need to be as stressed. So that’s why the academy is in this state of polarization.”
Hearing this, Tunzuo understood.
So it was finals week.
No wonder it was so busy.
Just as Tunzuo was thinking about whether she, who was about to graduate from the witch academy, should also start preparing urgently, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the relaxed and carefree Olivia in her peripheral vision. She couldn’t help but ask:
“Hey, perverted dragon, aren’t you going to prepare for the exams?”
In response to Tunzuo’s question, Olivia simply smiled radiantly and told her with a tone full of humble-brag:
“Sorry, little ghost, I passed all the exams a long time ago. I just haven’t collected my diploma because of my condition.”
“Tch.”
Tunzuo clicked her tongue in annoyance.
She had forgotten that the person next to her was an older, delayed-graduation little witch, essentially a permanent resident stubbornly refusing to leave the academy.
Seeing Tunzuo starting to worry about the exams, Olivia quietly leaned in and said with seductive persuasion:
“If you’re willing, little ghost, I can give you private lessons. Full guarantee you’ll learn, no payment required. How about it?”
Olivia’s words sent Tunzuo into thought.
After thinking it over, Tunzuo couldn’t find any problem.
Why not take advantage of a free tutor?
So Tunzuo readily agreed, completely missing the desire lurking in Olivia’s eyes, labeled as an ulterior motive.
Just as Tunzuo and Olivia were chatting, a furry little black head suddenly popped over.
Tunzuo and Olivia looked closely and saw that it was Sally.
Sally’s face was troubled, tears welled up in her eyes, her nose was red, and her expression was very pitiful.
She blinked her big, watery eyes pathetically, shifting her gaze between Tunzuo and Olivia before finally settling on Tunzuo.
She let out a plea as soft as a mosquito’s buzz:
“Help me, Sister Tutu. I can’t do anything…”
Seeing Sally’s pitiful state, Tunzuo’s eyes sharpened.
Her body, which had been lounging lazily on the sofa, immediately straightened.
An oppressive aura radiated from her, and the shadow beneath her seethed.
“Who bullied you, Sally? Or bullied Huli? Tell me, I’ll go teach them a serious lesson!”
But at Tunzuo’s question, Sally just shook her head, indicating that no witch had bullied her or Huli.
Finally, after a disjointed exchange punctuated by sobs, Tunzuo and Olivia managed to piece together the whole story from Sally.
It turned out that with the Flying Class exam approaching, Sally and Huli had been giving it their all to pass the exam this year and get their Broom Riding License.
But Huli’s fear of heights had recently not only failed to improve but was getting worse, showing a strong tendency to intensify.
“Huli’s acrophobia is getting worse. If this keeps up, she’ll definitely fail the exam.”
Sally said, wiping her tears.
She vividly described the scene she had just witnessed in the Aerial Arena to Tunzuo and Olivia, her voice full of distress.
According to Sally, the wind wasn’t strong that day;
It was just a normal, breezy day.
Huli had mustered up great courage, tremblingly straddled her flying broom, and started to practice.
But the broom had barely left the ground—
No higher than three stories—
When Huli’s reaction became very severe.
“Huli’s face went so pale, no color at all. Her lips were trembling. Then she started dry heaving, as if all the strength had been drained from her bones. She clung desperately to the broom handle, holding it so tight her nails were almost digging into the wood.”
Sally gestured, her eyes full of pain.
“Huli can’t even reach the standard flight height for the exam now, let alone ride the broom and complete the exam course.”
“Huli cried and told me that with her current condition, there’s no way she’ll pass the Flying Class exam. She’s afraid she’ll be a ground-bound witch forever. Seeing Huli so down, Sister Tutu, it made me so sad…”
After listening to Sally’s detailed and vivid description, Tunzuo and Olivia were silent for a moment.
The two witches exchanged glances, seeing the gravity in each other’s eyes.
Huli’s acrophobia really seemed to have become a big problem now.
“It’s okay, Sally. Cheer up. Olivia and I are here. You two will definitely pass the Flying Class exam.”
Tunzuo said, stroking Sally’s fuzzy head to comfort the sad black cat witch.
Olivia also spoke up to encourage her and made a decision:
“That’s right, Sally. Little Ghost and I will help. First, take us to see Huli’s condition.”
Hearing Tunzuo and Olivia’s words, Sally pulled herself together, wiped her tears dry, and led Tunzuo and Olivia towards the Aerial Arena.
“Okay! Sister Tutu and Lady Olivia, follow me.”