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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 881

Chapter 881: Clothes

So, why did it end up this way? I sat on a small chair in the bathroom, thinking about it. In the end, they unanimously agreed to all come in for a bath to enhance their feelings for each other.

This “everyone” included Older Brother Jayad, who actually wanted to excuse himself, but was forcefully pushed to the bathroom door by Via. Sherris stepped forward obediently, saying, “Mr. Jayad, please allow me to help you undress.”

Though the two of them hadn’t officially become maids yet, they already had such perfect harmony. Should I say they had a natural talent for being maids?

Then El, without any reservation, swiftly took off her clothes, revealing her slender and beautiful elf body. Elves are naturally open-minded, and considering we had seen her when we rescued her, she felt even less need to be modest.

El’s outfit was originally a random dress found in this house. Speaking of which, this Deputy Manager’s villa had many high-quality fashion dresses, probably meant to please his lover, but none of them fit me, including El, who was too slender for them.

Yesterday, we had already seen El’s body, but at that time, her legs were covered in dense parasitic vines, and after months of being parasitized by the Usum Child, her spirit had suffered greatly, making her look extremely haggard, which affected her beauty.

Today, having recovered from her illness and rested enough, with the grotesque root-like lines gone from her legs, El’s beauty was now clearly on display. The unique ethereal beauty of elves was vividly reflected in her, making her seem like a girl who shouldn’t exist in reality.

Of course, a day of rest was hardly enough for El to return to her normal state of spirit. She still looked somewhat haggard and weak; however, this sickly appearance gave her a kind of morbid beauty that made one want to cherish this dreamlike elf.

Next, Lorna twirled in mid-air, and her clothes vanished, revealing the adorable figure of the little ghost. Her clothes were formed by her consciousness, the same outfits she wore while alive.

It’s funny; I had seen El’s body and Via’s body, yet I had never seen Lorna’s naked form, and today was my first time.

“Lorna, you really don’t need to take off your clothes, do you?” I asked helplessly, wondering why she was following everyone’s lead.

“Well, I think it’s necessary to undress for a bath; it feels more ceremonial. Plus, everyone else has taken theirs off, wouldn’t it be odd for me to keep mine on?” Lorna said, covering her body while blushing.

Among these girls, Lorna was one of the few who showed some shame; she had been a well-mannered young girl in life, and even after death, she hadn’t had any intimate contact with men, let alone let anyone see her body.

However, I also noticed a hint of excitement in Lorna’s eyes. Ever since she returned to her living soul from being undead, she had been seeking thrills. Whatever stimulated her, she wanted to do, just like her impulsive exploration of the factory today.

Locked away in a small room for twenty years, she had pent up too much frustration. Dying at the height of her youth, the most curious age, she was finally free to explore the vast world, and she could do many things she had only imagined before, with no one to stop her.

Thus, anything she hadn’t done was something she wanted to try, satisfying the curiosity that had been suppressed for twenty years. Originally a good girl, once Lorna’s shackles were released, she began to let go of herself; this could be seen as a form of rebellion.

Like now, it clearly felt shameful to be watched by others, yet doing something so stimulating brought her a unique thrill, especially when Older Brother Jayad looked at her. While blushing, she intentionally loosened her grip a little; I noticed those details.

“Miss Parul, I’m here to help you undress too,” Sherris said, walking up next to me and reaching for my sash.

“Eh? Do I have to?” I had originally thought I wouldn’t mind showering with Older Brother Jayad, but for some reason, the presence of these beautiful girls made me feel a bit afraid.

Perhaps it was my past identity as a boy that made me somewhat apprehensive around girls. In my previous life, I had been quite introverted, rarely having close contact with females. Naturally, being in a bath with so many familiar girls felt unusual; I felt more at ease with Older Brother Jayad instead.

“Of course! Didn’t we decide everyone should bathe together? It would feel bad to exclude you, Miss Parul,” Sherris said as she continued, quickly untying my dress.

“Alright, alright, I can handle the rest myself,” I replied helplessly, deciding to look at it positively. Being able to honestly meet so many adorable beautiful girls was definitely a gain for me.

Sherris obediently stopped and, in no time, had stripped off her own clothes as well. I looked at her and asked, “You seem quite accustomed to this whole bathing together idea.”

“Yes, in our village, there’s only one river; everyone goes to wash by the riverside. Also, summer is the only suitable time for a bath; other seasons are too cold, and the children easily catch colds. During that time, many kids looked forward to summer, eager to play in the water together,” Sherris said, seemingly reminiscing about her hometown.

I almost forgot; in this era, commoners had far less luxury, with bathing rooms and hot water. Carrying water back to heat was time-consuming and labor-intensive; bathing was seen as a luxury.

All commoners washed by the river, and they always bathed together. Young children had no concerns about modesty at all; it was me who was too poor to care.

Finally, Via’s black dress turned into blood mist and dissipated. Her outfit was also formed by her Blood Magic, allowing it to move with her when she transformed into mist.

Faced with so many beautiful bodies, I lowered my head and looked at the ground, daring not to look at them, afraid that my excitement would show. Older Brother Jayad reacted the same way; he too lowered his head, and in this regard, we were unexpectedly similar.

Thus, the several girls surrounded us as we entered the bathroom. As the hot water filled the bathtub, steam rose, and the atmosphere grew more intimate.

Via stretched out her finger to test the water temperature and said, “Perfect, everyone, get in quickly! It’ll get cold otherwise.”

After saying that, she jumped into the tub, splashing quite a bit of water. Then she slumped by the edge of the tub, wearing an expression of pure bliss.

So, we all stepped into the bathtub one after another, like dumplings dropping into water. The tub was originally big enough for four or five people, but now with six of us, we would definitely end up shoulder to shoulder, pressing against each other, thus prompting the earlier scene.


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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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