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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1444

Chapter 1444 – Flesh Magic

After coming out of the bathroom, I felt refreshed. The little ghost couldn’t last long as it was her first time, and Older Brother Jayad was no longer as rough as he was when he lost control, his movements becoming unusually gentle, doing his best to make Lorna comfortable.

Afterwards, it was our turn to enjoy ourselves. To be honest, I was still a little unwilling. Why was I pushed aside by Older Brother Jayad? But unable to resist Via’s provocation, I jumped ahead of her and had a go with Older Brother first.

How to evaluate Older Brother Jayad’s techniques? I can only say that when he’s gentle and when he’s out of control, they are completely different levels. It felt so good.

I even felt like I would become addicted. If Via and Sherris hadn’t already protested their dissatisfaction, I wouldn’t have wanted to stop.

After coming out, I immediately washed my face to clear my head. No, Parul, you can’t be addicted to men! And the feeling of being played with by tentacles is too perverse, isn’t it?

After stabilizing my spirit, I started thinking about ways to help Older Brother Jayad, whether it was to help him return to being human or to get used to his Angel Form.

I thought for a while in the living room. Via came out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a scarf. Seeing her flushed face, I knew she was quite satisfied, but she also seemed lost in thought.

I looked behind her; only Via came out. It seemed Older Brother Jayad would be staying in the bathroom with Sherris for a while longer. I hope he doesn’t get so soaked that he loses his fur and skin.

“Parul (Sister), I’m thinking about a question,” Via suddenly said.

“Um? What question?” I asked. I’m interested in any questions related to Older Brother Jayad.

“It’s like this, Big Brother used tentacles to satisfy us several times today, right?” Via asked.

“Yeah, so what?” I nodded. This topic felt a bit awkward.

“Those tentacles are just equivalent to his hands and feet before his mutation, right?” Via continued.

“It seems so, indeed…” Wait, I suddenly understood what she meant.

“In other words, Big Brother has always used his hands and feet to satisfy us, but he himself is still a virgin,” Via concluded.

I was dumbfounded. I didn’t expect Via’s train of thought to be so peculiar, but she didn’t seem to be wrong. According to her logic, Older Brother Jayad was indeed still a virgin.

“This, this can’t be counted like that, can it? I’ve already been messed up like this by Older Brother Jayad, and he still hasn’t lost his virginity or anything…” My thoughts and speech were a bit confused.

“So, I still have a chance to get Big Brother’s first time!” Via happily declared.

“What fantasy are you having? Don’t even think about it!” I said, infuriated. Shouldn’t Older Brother’s first time be mine? Just like I was the first one today!

“Waaah! If I hadn’t reminded you, Parul (Sister), you wouldn’t even know. I demand fair competition,” Via protested my high-handedness.

I wanted to say something else, but suddenly realized, that’s not right, what am I arguing with her about? Every time, Via provokes me and makes me develop a strange competitive spirit.

Just as I didn’t know what to say, the bathroom door opened again. Older Brother Jayad came out carrying Sherris and asked in confusion, “What are you two arguing about out here?”

“N-nothing~” Via and I pretended to be clueless collectively. There was no way we could honestly admit that we were fighting over Older Brother Jayad’s first time.

This is really childish. I’ll never argue about such meaningless things with Via again. I should be more mature and focus on the various problems at hand, I silently resolved.

“Is that so?” Older Brother Jayad looked at us suspiciously. He put Sherris on the sofa and turned back, saying, “Speaking of which, I was supposed to go to Safah’s nightclub tonight. Do you want to come to work? But wearing armor, I probably can’t go on stage to fight, right?”

“Older Brother Jayad, you’re already like this, and you still want to go to work? Forget it. Wait until you’re used to moving in the armor. Safah probably won’t mind if you skip one day.”

I even thought Safah might not even know about Older Brother Jayad skipping work this once. After all, the situation is so tense right now, Safah, as a local boss, must also be very busy, constantly being careful not to let his unruly subordinates offend any powerful figures. He wouldn’t have the spare time to manage every industry.

“Alright,” Older Brother Jayad agreed after listening to me, deciding to stay home and get used to his armor. I, on the other hand, would go and study a Grimoire on Flesh Magic that I found from an Alien Parasite.

Flesh Magic has many spells that I can understand by analogy, because the origin of Flesh Magic is quite primitive, with many commonalities or connections to the equally ancient Witchcraft.

In the early days of human civilization, there was no systematic magic, nor well-recorded knowledge. All magic was explored by the wizards and shamans of tribes, or learned by imitating Otherworldly beings.

Flesh Magic was born during that tribal civilization period. At that time, humans didn’t know that casting spells required materials, or rather, they hadn’t identified the material rules for different spells.

At that time, people directly used their own flesh and blood as materials and price to cast spells. Later, they used the corpses of fallen tribal soldiers as materials. This was the origin of Flesh Magic.

Don’t misunderstand, it looks cruel and evil, but it has an essential difference from Undead Magic. The original intention of Flesh Magic was not evil. It was about sacrificing oneself or companions who were already prepared to sacrifice, to protect more tribal members.

In that savage era where Otherworldly beings and monsters ran rampant, humans had no choice. As human civilization grew stronger, and the exploration of magic knowledge delved deeper, becoming more complete, various systematic and safe magics blossomed. The costly Flesh Magic gradually retreated from the mainstream magic stage.

Only a few nomadic peoples or tribes still use Flesh Magic, and it has developed to some extent. Witchcraft is also similar. Most early magics were, because they were too creepy, eventually classified under Black Magic.

However, I didn’t expect Flesh Magic to exert such powerful strength in the hands of those Alien Parasites. It’s because they donned a layer of skin themselves and parasitized other creatures, completely unconcerned about the price. It’s truly marvelous.

After reading it once, I indeed found quite a few interesting things, and even some spells that I could learn. For example, there is a Flesh Magic spell here that accelerates hatching.

“Older Brother Jayad, can you help me get that Night Bird egg?” I called out. It was one that Older Brother Jayad had stolen for me during his commission from Safah to steal monster eggs in the wilderness. I originally planned to use it as a familiar.

However, after bringing it back, I realized that the incubation period for monster eggs is very long, often taking half a year or more. So, I could only place the Night Bird egg in an environment with a suitable temperature and wait for it to hatch slowly.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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