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Chapter 113: Beware of the Fabric
Many girls dream of becoming magical girls in their childhood, appearing before people with perfect and dazzling appearances.
The skirt that complements them must have a generous yet modest neckline, lace hems that flutter in the wind, all draped in sweet and innocent colors…
But L (Lan) was not that kind of girl. The clothes she wore were often extremely simple— the easier they were to wash, the better.
This is too complicated.
L (Lan) hesitated as she fiddled with the complicated straps at the back, lowering her head as she tried her best to avoid Tang Nai’s camera.
Dressing like this was simply too embarrassing.
Meanwhile, Sumu, playing Ye Wanjing, stared blankly at Luo Jialan beneath the white skirt, momentarily forgetting the purpose of her presence there.
She wished her gaze could turn into water, slipping into the shadows accentuated by the deliberately emphasized curves of her side breast, then flowing down along the smooth and delicate waist to the jade-like toes.
After sharing embraces over the past few nights, Sumu and Luo Jialan were already well acquainted with each other’s skin, making it easy for her to want to remember every detail. Not to mention, her body had already imprinted the other’s shape through persistence.
Although this dress was a casual work of Tang Nai’s, it almost perfectly matched its figure and aura. Unlike ordinary formal dresses that mercilessly exposed the ravines between peaks, it deliberately avoided revealing L (Lan)’s less-than-imposing figure, instead emphasizing her smooth and charming body contours, showcasing her porcelain-like shoulders and arms.
Amid the intertwined azure hair, a hint of skin’s sheen peeked through, like the light shyness of a girl, making one particular Shushu unable to help but recall the scene of her soft hair melting onto the other’s body.
The fabric was complicated, yet not heavy. Instead, it was surprisingly lightweight and fitted, much like a qipao. Although L (Lan) was still youthful, she was not flimsy; the garment underlined her figure just right, especially after Tang Nai had stripped away some unnecessary bindings, allowing the hidden droplet-like qualities of her form to sway gently and significantly contrast.
Sumu was like a large droplet of water, crashing down with a loud splash, while L (Lan) was like a small droplet—though it fell with a soft patter, it was denser, tighter, and swifter than the larger droplet.
Being stared at so intensely by Sumu made L (Lan)’s mind feel a bit overheated and sluggish, increasingly fixating on the restraints that Tang Nai had magically removed.
But the dress was just too complicated. If she couldn’t rip it, she was helpless against it, let alone put the restraints back on.
Tang Nai had simply flicked her fingers, changing her outfit to this version without warning.
“Little L, this look really suits you~”
Hearing this, L (Lan) felt a mix of embarrassment and anger. Who would have thought that this silver-haired girl would actually be the leader of the magical girls, wasting magic on such matters?
She just touched her head! How petty!
“I know, you find the fabric cumbersome, don’t worry, you’ll cherish them later.”
Upon hearing Tang Nai’s teasing remark, L (Lan) immediately glared at her. At this moment, she wished to hide her body between her arms—how did she look like she was complaining about the fabric?
Yet, Tang Nai particularly enjoyed capturing her helpless appearance from various angles, freezing every awkward expression and the flushed cheeks revealed in her moments of evasion.
Not to mention the mischievous Tang Nai, even Sumu had to momentarily suppress her intention to help L (Lan) and shelve such thoughts.
“L (Miti), set up the lighting.”
“Okay.”
Sumu adjusted the direction of the light, admiring every detail of the blue-haired girl as if she were tending to a cherished figurine, careful in her hands but bold in her gaze.
“Did you make me go through all this just to humiliate me with such means?”
“Oh dear, oh dear, as expected of the newcomer I admire, such courage to speak so ungraciously to your boss and benefactor. Luckily, I am not a demon…”
Upon hearing these words, Sumu couldn’t help but smile.
Hearing such words from Tang Nai’s mouth was oddly humorous—after all, Sumu found it hard to find anyone more demon-like than Tang Nai.
No, comparing her to a demon was elevating the demons too much; this girl was at least of hell queen status.
“Boss? Benefactor? If I had known you were a magical girl, I would have preferred to fall into the hands of the Desire Witch… and have you done anything that warrants my gratitude?”
L (Lan) angrily squeezed out her complaints through clenched silver teeth, but Tang Nai was naturally not provoked by such words.
What truly annoyed her was L (Lan) touching her head with genuine fondness, treating her like a little girl.
In that moment, Tang Nai distinctly felt the long-lost anger within her.
“Don’t rush to complain; more fun is still ahead. You are entangled with a lot of Dark Magic, almost exceeding the threshold that a magical girl can bear, so I decided to help you get rid of them.”
Hearing this, Sumu quietly used her handheld game console to scan L (Lan)’s current state, only to be astonished to find that the Dark Magic within her was almost on par with the concept body of the Desire Witch they had defeated that day.
To be able to stay sane was a miracle; if it were Sumu, she would have already…
“What do you mean?”
“It’s simple; let’s play a game. If I remember correctly, you practiced martial arts often since childhood, right? So we’ll resolve this in a similar way—I’ll manifest most of the excessive Dark Magic from your body, allowing you to face it head-on.”
Tang Nai being so kind?
Not to mention L (Lan), even Sumu was skeptical; there had to be some trick involved.
“I can’t feel the Dark Magic you mentioned. I see it as an excuse you’re using to trick me.”
“Is that so? What I’m referring to are those things that will make you feel unbearably hot all over and lose your rationality.”
Tang Nai said with a smile, causing L (Lan) to be taken aback.
How does she know these…
“Silently hiding away to do something shameful won’t solve this problem once and for all; instead, it’ll cause you to sink deeper and deeper, constantly thinking about it daily. Only by facing it head-on can you find a permanent solution.”
Though filled with doubt, L (Lan) knew the other was speaking the truth, as she had tangibly experienced certain facts of what Tang Nai had said.
Every time she walked into the bathroom dripping with sweat, it was always filled with emptiness, but before long, she couldn’t endure it any longer.
Then, the next time she hit the sandbag, she had to spend an even longer time, using almost enough force to break her wrists to vent.
“Alright, then show me this so-called Dark Magic.”
The next moment, within her suddenly widened pupils, a “Luo Linglan” nearly indistinguishable from the concept body of the Desire Witch appeared before her.
Thick Dark Magic surged around her, and the alluring aura instinctively made one want to flee.
“By the way, remember to be careful of your clothing while fighting her, okay~”
Hearing Tang Nai’s wickedly amusing words, L (Lan) curled her lip.
What does that mean? Is she worried that I might rip her clothes? I wouldn’t care about that…
In the next moment, Luo Linglan’s swift and fierce punch narrowly grazed her shoulder, and to L (Lan)’s astonishment, the fabric beneath her armpit actually began to dissolve like snow.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, your clothes are constructed from magic, and are utterly incompatible with Dark Magic.”
