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Chapter 114: Punishment of the Damn Witch
A fully-dressed magical girl is naturally charming and alluring, but those with disheveled clothes and chaotic auras often appear even more so.
However, under Tang Nai’s watchful gaze, L seemed unwilling to reveal that kind of shameful posture.
Luo Linglan’s punches and kicks are originally characterized by stability, but with the added effect of dissolving her clothes, she becomes exceptionally difficult to deal with, making it hard for L to dodge. After several rounds, her waist and neck are already covered in cuts.
Her exposed skin still shows vitality, but looking at her slightly trembling calves, the situation seems to be more complicated than it appears.
Even though she is not facing the real Luo Linglan right now, her heart is still filled with anxiety—she has never beaten her opponent in practice, and even touching the hem of her clothes is extremely difficult.
Adding to this is the pressure of worrying about her clothes being torn, making it hard for L to focus on the immediate situation, her mind flickering with various thoughts from time to time.
Most crucially, Tang Nai has been holding a camera in her hand, seemingly ready to strike, which makes her feel incredibly dangerous.
Absolutely, absolutely cannot walk in humiliation in front of this witch!
But the next moment, Luo Linglan takes advantage of her momentary distraction and throws a punch straight at her face. By the time L comes to her senses, the swift gust of wind has already hit her face.
The shadow in her eyes suddenly enlarges, and L instinctively bends back, which is the only option she can evade—
But the consequence is that the arm imbued with dark magic is now less than half an inch away from her belly button.
And when L feels that damned chilling sensation, her flimsy skirt has already flared to the sides, exposing her flat abdomen.
But what worries L the most is her upper body, which is already precariously hanging on.
With no time to maintain her posture, L desperately rolls to the side, kneeling on the ground. Though her arms tightly cover her chest, she still inevitably reveals her inner turmoil and unease.
Facing Luo Linglan’s assault while also worried about her clothes has thrown her off balance; as she struggles to dodge, her skirt is now in tatters, barely clinging to her body like a few scattered rags that only just manage to cover her decency when she gathers them with her arms.
What L does not know is that this seemingly casually crafted garment by Tang Nai is actually a finely decorated piece that possesses the ability to withstand dark magic—this is also why she can still maintain her sanity now.
If she were wearing her original clothes, she would likely realize the familiar, eroding heat within moments.
And now, the already mostly drained magical uniform naturally cannot withstand further erosion.
In L’s eyes, Luo Linglan’s figure drags with a heavy oppressive feeling, approaching step by step like before.
Her pupils begin to tremble slightly, and her usually resilient heart unconsciously crumbles with her opponent’s footsteps.
In front of Luo Linglan, she is always so weak and powerless.
“Little L, it looks like you’re in a bad situation, do you need my help?”
Hearing Tang Nai’s words, L warily turns to her; she does not believe that the one who has tormented her for so long would easily help her solve her problems.
“However, everything has its price.”
As expected, but L has no room for consideration; the predicament she faces doesn’t intend to give her time for entanglement.
Luo Linglan’s fierce punches and kicks, as she retreats step by step, have forced her closer.
No way to dodge…
L tightly shuts her eyes, preparing to welcome the impending impact. However, the next moment, she sees Tang Nai lightly snapping her fingers, freezing the advancing figure of Luo Linglan just a finger’s distance away from L.
L’s body still trembles slightly from tension, her abdominal muscles are tight and occasionally contracting.
The anticipated strike does not come, and only then does L slowly open her eyes.
Tang Nai approaches with light, graceful steps, prompting L to immediately retreat, trying to keep as much distance as possible from that unsettling smile and the reflective DSLR camera in her hand.
“Don’t be nervous; if it weren’t for me, you would have already been defeated by this ball of dark magic— you wouldn’t want to experience the feeling of being enslaved by desire.”
L pouts, feeling powerless to refute; she really cannot deal with this person.
“If you let such a thing continue to reside in your body, guess what will happen?”
Tang Nai continues to smile as she asks, and in fact, she can clearly see that this dark magic is far less significant compared to the genuine hidden dangers lurking within L.
These are merely minor fragments, but for someone like L who does not understand magic, they are already lethal enough; given time, this magic will surely poison her mind unconsciously.
“I don’t want to know…”
“You will become the kind of person you despise.”
Upon hearing this, L’s pupils shrink slightly, biting her lip and no longer interrupting.
“But I can help you deal with this thing; the condition is that you must become a magical girl, and also—”
Tang Nai raises the camera in her hand, placing L within the frame.
“Cooperate with me to take a few good photos; this will be a pleasant memory of our first meeting~”
Listening to Tang Nai’s words, Sumu cannot help but recall certain dreadful memories.
So, it turns out that other magical girls have also encountered her dark hand?
L’s light purple eyes flash with confusion; her current appearance is truly embarrassing. The only covers left on her body are her hair and a few remaining scraps of fabric. Her legs are so weak that she cannot stand, forced to kneel on the ground like a defeated captive magical girl.
When it comes to becoming a magical girl, she does not resist that notion; however, Tang Nai’s appearance has drastically lowered her impression of magical girls.
She casts her gaze to Sumu, who is, in her memory, Miti, appearing somewhat lost.
At that time, she had fainted in the martial arts hall, and the first to sense the dark magic fluctuations and rush to her aid was Miti, who took L to the café to look after her and explained many things.
As for how Miti could react so quickly in the dead of night… she had been up late playing games, but that’s not the point.
So it is somewhat reasonable for L to feel a slight fondness for Miti and to seek her help.
Miti naturally hoped she could become a magical girl, which is why she gave a positive answer back then.
But at this moment, playing the role of Miti in the dream is Sumu.
After thinking for a moment, Sumu secretly pulls out a handheld game console from behind and tries to reach out to L.
Infiltrating L’s consciousness, which is still that of an ordinary person, is not difficult for Sumu, so she easily allows her voice to resonate within L’s mind.
“Don’t rush to agree; I have another suggestion.”
Looking at Tang Nai’s smug smile, Sumu’s fist has long been clenched tight.
Today, in L’s dream, I will thoroughly punish you, the damned witch!
