Chapter 958: First Kiss

Dorothy, in a fit of anger, let out a single burst of rage.

After all, the lust ignited by the Power of Lust had been swallowed by this fury, and only then did she realize her state was abnormal.

Oh my god, this doesn’t feel like a dream at all.

But the anger flared up fast and faded just as quickly—the Power of Lust was not so easily resisted, and as the lustful fire threatened to reignite, the Zhaimonv ’s pupils, just returned to normal, seemed poised to transform back into hearts.

Fortunately, the Zhaimonv was no ordinary person.

After a brief moment of clarity, she immediately began to resist and break free.

Though she still didn’t understand what had happened or why she’d suddenly lost control, this wasn’t the time to think—first, she had to contain this surging lust.

Fortunately, the problem lay in the mind, and her greatest strength was her heart-force.

“Heart Contract, activate.”

Dorothy stirred within.

In her consciousness space, the Zhaimonv ’s soul, seated upon the Great Sun Lotus Throne, opened her eyes—and the sun encircling her blazed with radiant light, clearing away the pink mist and pressing it down into the black abyss below.

Within the deep Tan representing her desires, the bestial dragon coiled and drifted, then swallowed the pink flames whole, its form growing once more.

The dragon proudly roared at the sun above, but the moment the solar fire touched it, it slunk shamefully back into the black Tan .

“Huh… that’s it?”

The Zhaimonv blinked in surprise; she’d expected to spend time struggling to break free, given how mysteriously the attack had slipped past her defenses—but she hadn’t imagined it would be this feeble.

It was as if the pink, strange power was inherently suppressed by the Heart Contract, like shadows dissolving under sunlight.

This surprised Dorothy slightly—after all, the family secret her father taught her was meant to counter erosion, not this—yet here it was, an unexpected boon.

Yet she quickly recalled what the Hero Adam had once said about the truth of the Heart Contract—it had been adapted from the Hero’s legacy.

And Heroic power, indeed, naturally suppressed all sorts of strange things—like dragons, demons, and such.

Hmm… wait, demons?

The Zhaimonv ’s intuition sparked—she suddenly understood.

Damn it, Arti, you traitorous disciple!!

Dorothy grasped everything.

There were many ways someone could ambush her—after all, she was merely a Great Witch, and a lowly, barely-threshold one at that. Even with her various buff hacks granting her temporary power to rival peak elders, it didn’t change the fact that her true self was still a weakling.

That was the weakness of transformation-hack builds—if caught by a surprise attack that denied you the chance to transform, your entire arsenal became useless before you could even react.

But the problem was, she was inside the Dragon King’s Palace—right under the Dragon King’s watchful eyes.

Who could possibly sneak in undetected to commit such an act? Did they really think the palace’s guard witches were just for show?

And today wasn’t just Nidhogg and the Round Table Sages present—her older sister was here too.

Who else could dare strike under the eyes of two Witch Kings?

Only a Witch King could oppose another Witch King.

The answer was obvious.

The culprit was the current Witch King—the Demon King Arti.

Damn, she’d been wondering why Arti hadn’t shown up today to stir up trouble—quiet kids are always up to something—and now it proved true.

This traitor had used the Power of Lust to ignite her own desire—what the hell was she trying to do?

This was betrayal of the master—truly a traitorous disciple!!

The Zhaimonv flew into a rage.

Then

Then she got angry again.

Well, what else could she do?

Though Dorothy didn’t understand why her lust’s target had become Sister Fan, and why Arti hadn’t appeared, she dared not go confront the Demon King.

That wouldn’t be questioning—it’d be walking straight into the tiger’s mouth, delivering herself on a platter.

That traitor was the true Witch King—she had no right to question the Sovereign.

Uh…

As Dorothy seethed helplessly, she suddenly jolted—her chest, one of her weak points, took a brutal hit.

That snapped her back to clarity.

Oh my god, was this the time to dwell on nonsense? If she didn’t wake Sister Fan up soon, this would turn into a massacre scene—a goddess’s bed of sin.

Sister, stop biting random places—I’m hypersensitive, okay?!

And Sophie Lyra is watching right beside us.

Wait, why are you just standing there, housekeeper? Why are you staring at my other weak point?! That’s terrifying!

Dorothy’s face flushed crimson.

She stopped fidgeting and prepared to forcibly awaken Sister Fan, who was also out of control.

Of course, she couldn’t possibly win in a fight—Sister Fan, as a strength assessor, was also a weakness magnet, the undisputed king of the pond; even ten Zhaimonv would be nothing but snacks for her, one tentacle grabbing one, multiplying pleasure tenfold.

Fortunately, facing the threat of losing her virginity, the Zhaimonv ’s inspiration surged—and she found a solution instantly.

“Asa Fan, by my name as Master, I command you: cease resistance.”

Though her voice trembled slightly from the chaos, Dorothy spoke as sternly as she could.

After all, the sister beside her wasn’t the true body—she was merely a humanized avatar summoned as Dorothy’s familiar, and as a familiar, she was bound to her Master’s control.

Naturally, due to the vast power gap between them, the Master-Familiar contract held little real force—if Sister Fan truly refused, Dorothy couldn’t force her.

But since Sister Fan was also out of control, her mind clouded by lust, she had no will to resist.

Of course, for safety, Dorothy didn’t command her to stop moving—people consumed by desire never stopped; the more you yelled “no,” the more excited they became.

She only commanded her not to resist.

That wasn’t hard to accept—after all, Sister Fan was currently hoping Dorothy would be more proactive.

As the Master’s command took effect, Dorothy immediately felt Sister Fan’s body go limp—her natural, massive magical defenses vanished.

Thus, the warm, smooth sensation reached her mind clearly, stirring ripples once more in her calm heart—and she almost gave in to the impulse to just let it be.

But the housekeeper’s scornful gaze beside her—“You’re such a weakling, Miss”—snapped her back to reality.

She struggled to free one hand from beneath Sister Fan’s maid dress, then pressed it firmly onto the sister’s head.

“Hundred Demons Dharma, Rod of Awakening and Crown Pouring Technique—Asa Fan, awaken!”

She shouted it aloud.

She spoke in Dragon Tongue, so the roar was solemn and thunderous—perfectly matching the technique’s effect.

After all, Dharma scriptures say the Rod of Awakening works best paired with the Lion’s Roar or the Heavenly Dragon’s Cry.

Dorothy didn’t know those two Buddhist secrets, but a Dragon Witch was still a dragon—Dragon Tongue would do fine. After all, the Hundred Demons Dharma was a demonic-Buddhist art, fitting well with Western witchcraft.

As she shouted, her soul seated upon the Lotus Throne in her heart bowed its head, serene and majestic like a Buddha or Bodhisattva, its surrounding sun blazing with radiant light, triggering the innate phenomenon of the rising red sun.

A halo like a sun ignited behind her head, making the already stunning Dorothy appear divine and awe-inspiring.

Well, if she weren’t currently lying on a bed, clothes disheveled, cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, with another person draped atop her.

But it didn’t matter—Buddhism had its Joyful Sect too; as long as the Dharma was real, it was fine.

Meanwhile, the head of Sister Fan, pinned beneath Dorothy’s hand, gradually calmed—her burning eyes dimmed, her pupils shifting from hearts back to their usual sinister goat-like slits, her expression transforming from seductive allure to serene calm.

“Cai… I think I had a dream… about…”

As Asa Fan slowly regained consciousness, she murmured, opening her eyes—but first, two sacred mountains filled her vision, leaving her stunned.

Only then did she fully realize the situation.

“Dream your big head!”

Dorothy smacked the still-dazed sister twice on the chest—duang~duang~—avenging the earlier surprise attack on her weak point.

The once-fierce Sister Fan instantly turned into a kitten, clutching her chest with both hands and letting out a tiny squeal, her eyes brimming with shame.

Dorothy sighed in relief—Sister Fan was truly back.

Yeah, this stubborn, cowardly-at-critical-moments demeanor was the real Sister Fan.

And this was different from Sophie Lyra.

The Zhaimonv stole a glance at the housekeeper, arms crossed, watching them with a cold, “I’m just observing, Miss” expression.

This girl might seem shy and stubborn normally, but once she made up her mind, she acted decisively, recklessly, and with full force—super aggressive.

Yeah, outwardly a haughty, venomous angel-witch, but inwardly a true carnivorous Dragon Witch.

Several times before, if Dorothy hadn’t chickened out, she’d have been devoured by this girl.

“Ah, Sophie Lyra, you’re here too? When did you get here?”

Sister Fan, following Dorothy’s gaze, noticed the Gray Witch standing beside the bed, her face icy—her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, steam rising from her head.

She yanked the blanket over herself, covering her torn clothes, then scrambled behind Dorothy, refusing to meet Sophie Lyra’s gaze.

“Wait, let me explain—this was an accident! It was Master Arti who ambushed us! Cai and I are innocent! We’re just pure best friends!”

The witch stammered, trying to explain like a mistress caught in bed by the lawful wife.

The sight made Dorothy beside her cover her face in despair.

Damn, Sister, can you be any more guilty? Now that you’ve said that, even I feel like we’ve got something going on!

“Heh. Pure friendship, best friends—of the kind who sleep together wearing cat-ear maids’ outfits?”

Sophie Lyra finally spoke again, her gaze fixed on the cat ears atop Sister Fan’s head.

“Hmm. The cat ears look nice—certainly fits Miss’s vulgar tastes.”

She remarked.

Instantly, the future Fourth King was sunk—she buried her head under the blanket and began playing dead.

And the Gray Witch didn’t press further; her gaze returned to her mistress.

“Speak. What happened?”

She didn’t continue her sharp tongue—instead, she asked seriously.

She wasn’t blind; she’d noticed the oddness in her mistress and Sister Fan’s earlier states. Those few taunts were merely because she was angry they’d been playing maid games in the room.

After all, could Sister Fan’s cat-ear maid outfit really have been changed only after losing control?

That insatiable beast of a mistress—she’d already told her she could come straight to her if she couldn’t hold back.

Under the housekeeper’s watchful gaze, Dorothy immediately sat up straight, shifting from her duck Zuo to proper kneeling, then honestly recounted what had happened.

“I really don’t know what happened. I came back happily to open gifts, but as soon as I opened the first box, Sister Fan covered my eyes from behind and said she had a surprise. I turned my head—and saw her in the cat-ear maid outfit. Then I lost control.”

She honestly described everything that had occurred.

From beneath the covers behind her came Sister Fan’s voice.

“I just lost the bet and accepted the consequence. This was the maid outfit I owed Cai Bao, but I could never bring myself to wear something like this normally. So since Cai Bao’s birthday was today, I thought I’d fulfill the bet under the guise of a gift—easier to convince myself. But then I lost control too.”

The reclusive sister explained this way.

Thus, Dorothy and Sophie’s gazes turned together to the pile of gifts. From beneath the covers, Sister Fan extended a tendril, its tip bearing an eye that stared toward the pile.

Hmm. There was only one truth: clearly, the problem lay with the gift.

And as they looked, all three froze in shock.

Inside the opened gift box lay a beautiful woman, raggedly dressed, her vital parts barely covered by a few elegant silk ribbons, gazing at them with hopeful eyes.

Though this beauty was only the size of a figurine and motionless for some reason, the three recognized her instantly from her exquisite face.

After all, that face appeared everywhere.

The current Witch King, the Demon Lord Astimos.

Dorothy’s eyes blazed with fury; she instinctively wanted to flee. Beneath the covers, Sister Fan trembled with rage—but even she dared not speak against this teacher.

Only Sophie raised an eyebrow, recalling her teacher’s earlier gift suggestion.

Oh? So it’s true: what you won’t do, someone braver will.

Sister Fan did it. Now even the Demon Lord has done it.

But soon, the three realized the Demon Lord seemed trapped—completely immobilized. She could only blink, desperately using her stern gaze to signal them to free her.

Realizing this, the Zhaimonv burst out laughing.

Hah! I knew this was the Dragon King’s Palace—how could security be this bad?

“Laughable. So you got caught too? Then don’t blame me.”

She began counting her fingers with a sinister grin, preparing to rise and show off her musical talent.

Hmm, she’d just improved her waist-drum technique. Today she’d perform “Why Is the Monkey’s Butt So Red?”

But as she half-rose, Sophie beside the bed moved first.

Yet the Gray Witch didn’t lay a hand on the Demon Lord—such an act would be unforgivable disrespect, a crime of overstepping. She was a law-abiding witch; she’d never commit such a grave error.

So Sophie turned her attention to her own mistress.

She seized Dorothy, caught off-guard, and slammed her onto the bed.

“Uh, Sophie—”

Dorothy thought the housekeeper meant to stop her. She opened her mouth to speak—but the words were cut off.

Yes, physically cut off.

Her lips touched something soft, and before her was Sophie’s stunningly beautiful face, resolute and close.

She was enveloped in the scent of lilies, water lilies, and irises.

Oh no.

Wait—did I just get kissed?

Damn it! If I hadn’t lost my first kiss during my earlier Shikong , I’d still be a virgin now!

Hey, don’t bite so hard—my lip’s bleeding!

In that moment, Dorothy’s heart was in chaos.

So chaotic that even her Heart Contract and Bodhisattva Mind couldn’t hold it together.

She never imagined her first kiss would be taken this way—so passive, so sudden.

Long moments passed. Sophie ended the fierce, awkward kiss. She licked the blood from her lips—a streak of crimson like the finest lipstick.

Then she turned her gaze to the Demon Lord in the gift box.

“My mistress’s first kiss belongs to me, Sophie Liya.”

She declared it proudly.

Silence fell over the room. The eye on Sister Fan’s tendril widened in shock—wider still was the eye of the Demon Lord inside the gift box.

Astimos’s eyes bulged.

Sophie Liya: “What do you mean, ‘first Nvzhujue ’?”