High above the sky, various Suspended Flyers powered by the latest Magic Crystal energy crisscrossed through the air, their flowing lights piercing the clouds.
Inside an exquisite bedroom, a woman sat before a gilded, carved vanity mirror.
Her black hair was as dark as spilled ink, cascading down until it nearly swept the floor.
She sat with a posture so upright it was almost rigid.
Her legs, clad in white silk stockings, were pressed tightly together, her skin showing a porcelain paleness beneath the thin silk.
She looked at herself in the mirror, holding a slender makeup pen between her fingertips as she meticulously traced her features.
One stroke of light red rouge was gently dotted at the corners of her eyes.
Her lips were also stained to look moist and vibrant.
However, she only looked at the carefully crafted beauty in the mirror for a single moment before raising her hand to wipe all the makeup away.
Once the cosmetics were gone, only a clean, pretty face remained—gentle, dignified, and clearly the image of a well-bred woman who followed the rules.
Having finished this, she exhaled a soft breath of turbid air, a hint of hesitation she didn’t even understand herself flickering in her eyes.
She stood up and walked to the entrance hall, slowly stepping her delicate feet, covered in thin, flesh-toned white silk, into high heels.
Wearing a snow-white dress and carrying an exquisite handbag, her hair flowed loosely, stirring a faint, fragrant breeze.
A second before opening the door, she suddenly turned back toward the empty living room.
Biting her lip, she said softly, “I’m heading out, Yuexue.”
Only silence responded to her.
Molly felt a slight pang in her heart.
Yuexue was her wife.
In the past, every time she went out, her wife would proactively ask where she was going and what she was doing.
But lately, that person had been asking about her whereabouts less and less.
Yuexue said she was giving her freedom.
But this freedom… she didn’t like it very much.
Her slender hand instinctively tightened around the strap of her handbag.
Molly withdrew her gaze and departed.
Beneath her feet was a street so clean it was spotless.
Golden sunlight spilled over her, while Suspended Flyers continued to roar past overhead.
The pedestrians passing by were dressed magnificently, mostly women.
Their expressions carried the composure and confidence unique to the Upper District, along with a trace of subtle arrogance.
This was the clean Upper District.
The place she was going, however, was the complete opposite—the filthy and chaotic Lower District, known as the “slums.”
The moment she stepped into the Lower District, a pungent odor hit her face.
The streets were narrow and crowded, with people in tattered clothes rushing about everywhere.
Most of them were women.
Street brawlers could be seen in various spots, fighting over food.
Suddenly, several Lower District women with tattoos and ear and tongue piercings saw her extraordinary dress and temperament.
They grew bold and stepped forward to rob her.
Molly didn’t even shift her gaze; she simply gave a light wave of her hand.
Those people were instantly struck as if by an invisible force, curling up and crashing to the ground, clutching their legs and wailing incessantly.
They screamed in terror!
“It’s a Witch! A Witch!”
A Witch—a terrifying existence capable of manipulating Magic Power, an object of both envy and fear for ordinary people.
Soon, several Female Guards in uniform rushed over.
Without a word, they dragged the troublemakers away.
They bowed repeatedly to her in apology, their eyes filled with flattery and awe.
There was no helping it; she was a noble from the Upper District.
In the Lower District, she was a high-and-mighty being.
They enthusiastically invited her to the station for proper hospitality, noting that the area was too dirty and chaotic.
Molly simply shook her head.
She had her own destination.
They didn’t push too hard or ask why she was appearing here, as they all understood.
The only things the Lower District had to offer were “those” things.
There were plenty of big shots from the Upper District who came down to find someone behind their spouses’ backs.
Passing through a secluded and dilapidated alley, the sound of her snow-white high heels clicking against the ground was crisp.
A small, brownish-yellow dog suddenly scurried out from a corner.
Following closely behind was a young man wearing a clean white shirt and long black trousers.
His shirt was slightly messy, and he was running with some urgency, yet his hair was neatly combed, with only a few rebellious strands hanging over his forehead.
His face was clean, and the sunlight falling on him seemed to coat him in a layer of warmth.
He bent down to pick up the puppy, scolding it in a gentle tone.
“Running so fast… honestly, your leg just healed.”
His gentle and clean temperament, so out of place with the filthy and dilapidated surroundings, caused Molly to daze slightly.
The young man looked up, saw her, and gave a soft smile.
That smile was so gentle it made Molly feel a bit dazzled, leaving her momentarily dazed.
“Miss Molly, you’ve come again.”
Molly’s fingers tightened further around her purse.
Her throat moved slightly as she responded in a low voice, “Yes, I’m here again.”
“Today… I’ll be troubling you again, Lin Lue.”
“No problem.”
Lin Lue set the dog down.
“If it’s Miss Molly, there’s no problem at all.”
‘If it’s me… it’s no problem?’
He walked to Molly’s side, and the two of them entered a small room that had been kept reasonably clean.
The interior was very simple, containing only a single bed.
Once the door was closed, Molly finally stripped away the mask of dignity formed by her good upbringing.
Facing Lin Lue, she softly recounted the increasingly cold relationship between herself and her wife.
Those grievances and suppressions she couldn’t tell outsiders poured out at this moment.
This wasn’t the first time.
Simultaneously, the soft sound of compressing fabric continued to ring out.
Soon, Molly finished speaking.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she let out a long sigh of relief, her tense body visibly relaxing.
Even her two white-stockinged legs, which had been pressed together, relaxed and parted slightly.
“Miss Molly, this isn’t your fault.”
“Please believe that your wife still loves you.”
“Maybe… she is preparing a surprise for you.”
“You have to believe in her. Between wives, you need to give each other a little more trust.”
His voice was soft and soothing, putting Molly at ease.
She often heard others say that the “flashy sluts” of the Lower District were the most gossipy, the best at breaking up marriages, and would use any means to climb the social ladder.
But he was different.
The corners of Molly’s lips curled into a faint smile, a hint of crimson spreading across her fragrant cheeks.
Sitting in her chair, she instinctively lifted her legs, moving her feet clad in white silk as her toes tapped the floor.
Looking at the prominent red marks on his face, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush, her expression carrying some apology.
She had used a bit too much force when stepping on him just now.
Yet, deep in her heart, a sliver of pleasure she hadn’t even noticed herself quietly surfaced.
“Today, I’ve troubled you to be my punching bag again.”
“It’s fine.”
Lin Lue, lying on the floor, spoke in an indifferent tone.
“It is my honor to be able to solve Miss Molly’s troubles. Besides, you are my guest.”
Lin Lue stood up and knelt on one knee.
He reached out to gently support her small foot, meticulously helping her put back on the snow-white high heel she had kicked off.
Her silk-covered foot was tucked back into the warm interior of the shoe.
His palm felt broader than her wife’s and warmer than her wife’s, capable of completely grasping her foot.
Her foot, which had never been touched by anyone—not even her wife—was now being warmly enveloped by a man.
Molly felt her heart rate suddenly accelerate.
Her cheeks burned, and she couldn’t help but cover them with her hands.
She knew very well that she had a wife.
She was already married.
In this world dominated by Witches, it was perfectly normal for women to love each other and even produce offspring.
She shouldn’t have come.
But fate had caused them to meet.
Molly still remembered that day; she had simply been curious about the scenery of the Lower District, and as a result… she had met him.
After that, she could no longer let it go.
He was too good; he understood her well.
He was like a soulmate.
He understood the things weighing on her heart.
She told herself over and over that she couldn’t betray her wife.
Therefore, all of this could only be carried out in secret.
Nothing out of line would happen between her and him.
It was merely… merely a financial transaction to have him act as her stress reliever, nothing more.
In front of outsiders, she was dignified, gentle, and perfect.
But in front of him, and only him, she could let that down a little.
He knew the small, hidden quirks she kept deep inside.
He had seen through them since their very first meeting.
Yet he never said much, only offering gentle tolerance.
Molly’s heart stirred slightly.
She softly asked Lin Lue, who had finished helping her with her shoes, “Would you… like to come to the Upper District with me?”
The moment the words left her mouth, she was surprised herself.
Hearing this, Lin Lue shook his head.
“No. I’m living very well here. Besides, if I went to the Upper District, it would cause trouble for Miss Molly. If you want to see me, just come to the Lower District. I’ll be waiting for you anytime.”
In the Lower District, whether male or female, most people fought desperately for a chance to be noticed and taken away by an Upper District Witch to achieve a meteoric rise.
But he was different.
This difference made Molly’s heart grow increasingly conflicted.
Molly tidied her slightly messy hair and gently pulled down the hem of her skirt, which had been ruffled up, covering her plump white-silk thighs.
To everyone else, she was the dignified, elegant, and well-bred Miss Molly.
Only before him could she forgo the disguise, relax, and show her truest self.
Even… being a bit excessive.
He said she had paid for it.
She was a client.
It was allowed.
So, on the first day, she hadn’t been able to hold back.
By now, the act of stepping on his face—such a humiliating behavior—had become natural and familiar, something she was accustomed to.
“Then… I won’t disturb you any longer.”
Molly left behind a thick stack of bills.
She looked at the lingering red marks on Lin Lue’s face—traces she had left behind.
Inside her shoes and socks, her rounded toes curled a few times.
She turned and left.
Her pace was a bit hurried, and her graceful figure seemed to stagger slightly.
Lin Lue stood watching her back until she disappeared.
He smiled and raised a hand to rub his face, making the red marks vanish.
He stood still, silently counting the time in his head.
Soon, another dazzling figure appeared in Lin Lue’s vision, slowly walking toward him from the distance.
Her blonde hair flowed like molten gold, her golden eyes were sharp and beautiful, and she wore a red, tight-fitting qipao that outlined her seductive curves.
Her long legs were encased in black silk stockings, and her aura was overbearing.
Seeing her, Lin Lue’s smile remained unchanged.
“Welcome, Miss Yuexue.”
The blonde woman walked in slowly, her voice carrying a hint of laziness.
“I’ve come today, too. Am I on time?”
“Very punctual.”
“Then, since I’m so punctual, can I get a little bonus? For example… an extra fifteen minutes.”
“Of course, no problem. Miss Yuexue is my only client, after all.”
The sky gradually darkened.
Lin Lue bought a bone for the puppy as a reward for the “actor.”
After all, if he wanted to capture the heart of a Witch like Molly, it was simple:
First, create a gentle persona.
For a gentle and dignified Witch like her, he only needed to let her try some excessive, crude, and humiliating behaviors to gradually pry open her heart.
As for a lazy and powerful Witch like Yuexue, he just needed to let her taste the feeling of being submissive and disciplined.
If she is inexperienced, show her the world’s prosperity.
If she is world-weary, take her on a carousel.
Walking on the way home, Lin Lue gripped the money he had just earned.
The crisp sound of the paper bills rubbing together put him in a good mood.
He was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he had been a somewhat famous emotional consultant, specializing in mediating various relationship conflicts.
He had accidentally run into some yandere types; his kindness wasn’t rewarded, as they teamed up to drug him and hide him in a basement, where he died of dehydration a month later.
Then, he came to this world, born anew.
It was a dangerous start as an orphan.
Fortunately, he was abandoned at the entrance of an orphanage.
Lin Lue discovered that this was a parallel world that had undergone a mutation.
The number of males had plummeted, and their constitutions were weak.
Women, however, had the chance to awaken the power of a Witch, giving them unprecedentedly high status.
Thus, the Witch Era began.
Women could unite to reproduce, and the status of men continued to drop.
Classes emerged, and the gap between the Upper District and the Lower District became as deep as a chasm.
He had tried to climb up through hard work, only to find there was simply no way out.
In the end, he simply went back to his old profession.
Only this “old profession” was much more thrilling than before.
He really hadn’t expected that the first job he took after reaching adulthood would result in him becoming the shared secret confidant for a pair of high-ranking Witch wives.
To put it plainly, both the wife and the spouse were cheating with the same person.
This job wasn’t exactly honorable.
However, one couldn’t choose dignity over money.
It was important to be able to make a good living for himself and those around him.
At the same time, Lin Lue discovered that he was different from other men; his constitution was somewhat special.
By being in close proximity to a Witch and having emotional interactions, he could extract Magic Power Points from them.
[Magic Power Point +1]
Lin Lue looked at the panel and smiled softly.
A win-win.
He won twice.
“Speaking of which, I wonder if my little sister has been behaving herself?”
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