The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 210

He spoke words that made my skin crawl, approaching my hospital bed and gently lifting my blanket to reveal my smooth, fair, delicate body.
These days, because I had eaten enough (and indeed, much more than ordinary people), my body was no longer emaciated and malnourished like when I first transmigrated. It had started to develop a little, and overall, I looked much more beautiful and alluring than before.
But it was just the body of an ordinary girl, definitely not a reason for the bird-faced plague doctor to be so enraptured. He placed his hand on my chest and exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, “Ah, what a perfect body, it’s truly magnificent.”
“Wait! Stop, stop it!” Ten thousand stampeding alpacas ran through my mind. It turns out I hadn’t encountered a madman or a lunatic, but a pervert!
I’m a man! A tough guy! How could I possibly accept being violated by a perverted plague doctor! I simply couldn’t imagine such a thing; it was too terrifying. I struggled desperately, trying to cover my exposed body with my hands.
“Don’t move, let me get a good look at little sister’s perfect body.” The bird-faced plague doctor squeezed my arm muscles, giving me goosebumps all over.
“Eek!” I was scared, genuinely scared. In this dark ward, my hands and feet were bound, leaving me completely defenseless. Jayad wasn’t by my side, and I felt despair, helplessness, and fear.
“Please, let me go. I’ll help you brew medicine. Whatever formulas or secrets you want, I’ll tell you, as long as you don’t hurt me!” My pleading voice was already choked with tears. Older Brother Jayad, hurry and save me!
“Uh, sorry.” To my surprise, the bird-faced plague doctor actually stopped and moved away from my body, saying, “I didn’t expect you to react so strongly. Actually, I didn’t intend to do anything to you. Truthfully, I am also…”
The plague doctor took off the bird-beak mask, and a head of dry, yellow long hair fell down. Beneath the mask was an extraordinarily beautiful face, with clear blue-green eyes that were somewhat unfocused, pale skin, and a mouth that should have been a lovely cherry red but lacked any trace of color, possibly due to anemia or prolonged lack of sunlight.
“You, you’re a woman?!” I was shocked. Although the plague doctor’s voice through the mask had been heavily distorted and difficult to discern, I had never considered that beneath the thick leather clothing was actually a woman.
Moreover, she was a stunning older woman. Although extreme fatigue and an irregular lifestyle had clearly left their marks on her, it paradoxically accentuated a kind of sickly beauty, like an incomplete work of art.
“Forgive me, I was hiding my identity for the Trade Fair. My name is Amelia, Amelia Spetsnas. Welcome to my clinic. May I ask for Miss’s name?”
After taking off the mask, she seemed like a different person, polite and well-mannered, like an Eldest Miss. Of course, she had also seemed like a different person before, from the coldness at the Trade Fair to the fervor just now; I had no idea which was her true face.
“I, I’m Parul, I don’t have a surname. Please, Miss Amelia, let me go? My Older Brother is still waiting for me at home, and I know he’ll be very anxious if I’m late. I promise I’ll help you brew the Life Elixir.” I pleaded.
“Miss Parul, is it? That won’t do. My curiosity isn’t satisfied yet.” Amelia smiled and began to take off her black leather coat.
“Wait! Let’s talk properly. What are you taking your clothes off for?” I watched as she removed her leather coat, revealing a thin personal outfit underneath. Then she even took off her leather gloves.
“Of course, I feel this outfit is too much of a hindrance. It prevents me from touching such a perfect body like yours.” Her fingers touched my chest and then traced downwards.
“Waaah!” I was too naive, thinking that just because she was a girl, she couldn’t do anything to me. This woman, who seemed polite, was actually a perverted flirt!
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How can anyone have such a perfect body? I’ve never seen anything like it. Only the Gods could create such a perfect vessel with their own hands,” she marveled as she touched me.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, she withdrew her fingers, turned me over, and reached for my back, near my shoulder. “It’s a shame such a perfect body is marred by a small flaw.”
“Ah! You saw it?” I suddenly jolted awake, finally realizing that since she had removed my clothes, she had naturally seen my mutated insect legs on my back.
“I knew you were rushing to buy sedatives from me. So your body has already mutated. However, even with your body mutating, you’ve retained such clear reason and thought; it’s truly rare,” Amelia sighed.
All this time, I had been trying to hide my mutation. Ever since it started, I stopped going to public baths and wrapped my shoulders in white cloth. I never expected an outsider to see it here.
“What do you want to do to me?” I asked. Would she hand me over to the Church?
“Nothing much. I just want to help you remove this minor flaw and restore your perfect physical body.” Amelia began to undress again, this time taking off her trousers as well, leaving only her undergarments.
She wore exquisite, high-quality silk underwear that covered her from the back to the front, tied with crisscrossed ribbons. Through the ribbons, one could glimpse the profound fantasy between her pale snow-capped mountains.
The silk lining was carved with many intricate hollowed-out patterns. In addition, she wore garters, and this entire set of expensive lingerie was full of blood-pounding temptation. Coupled with Amelia’s curvaceous figure, I had to turn my head away, not daring to look directly.
“Cut, cut it out? Are you going to perform surgery on me?” I desperately tried to shift my attention away from her.
“Exactly. Ever since your body started mutating, sedatives have been useless. Stabilizing your mind is a preventive measure against mutation, but once it begins, surgery is the only option.” Besides Amelia’s voice, I could also hear rustling sounds of her dressing.
“Um, do you have confidence? Is the surgery safe?” I felt somewhat uneasy. I was indeed very happy to find a method to remove the mutation, but could this suspicious plague doctor be trusted?
Even in my previous life, when a doctor said surgery was needed, patients would be nervous and restless, and there were always risks. Moreover, this creepy and oppressive ward environment added immense pressure.
“Safety is impossible. Depending on surgical complications, you might experience excessive blood loss, incomplete removal leading to mutation cell transfer, or even require amputation of the left limb if the mutated part is too extensive.”
Amelia said this in a tone that communicated, “It’s hopeless, prepare to die, goodbye, one seat in the morgue.”
“Ah!?” I was horrified, cold sweat streaming down my face, which turned pale. Was it that serious?
“Just kidding. I was merely listing the potential risks. I’ve performed seventy to eighty such excisions of mutated tissue, if not a hundred,” she said playfully.