Chapter 959: The True Punishment

Dorothy: “.”

Upon hearing Sophilia’s declaration, the Zhaimonv was momentarily speechless, glaring at the housekeeper with a mix of shame and irritation.

But she wasn’t angry about the Gray Witch’s kiss—after all, it had been surprisingly pleasant; the Angel Witch’s taste was unexpectedly delightful.

Cough, cough—what really annoyed her was that she’d been the passive party, kissed in front of others. Didn’t she have any dignity at all?

Damn it, you little housekeeper, daring to bite your master? This calls for family discipline.

Right then, taking advantage of the Gray Witch’s moment of triumph, she lunged forward and seized her in a tight embrace.

“Huh?”

Sophilia was caught off guard; she tried to struggle free, but her Angel Witch physique couldn’t compare to the Dragon Witch’s.

Back when the young mistress was still weak, she could’ve broken free using her magical advantage—but now, the young mistress was a Great Witch too, and the gap in their magical power had narrowed considerably.

Of course, even with the narrowed gap, 300,000 Mana versus 400,000 Mana still meant a several-fold difference; any ordinary Dragon Witch could’ve broken free—but the young mistress was a Martial God.

A Martial God’s martial arts were more than enough to bridge that gap, especially in close-quarters combat.

In short, the Gray Witch was caught.

But she wasn’t particularly alarmed—after all, how could she fear what the young mistress might do to her?

So…

“What, young mistress? Haven’t you fully shaken off the influence of Lust? Or did my kiss just now stir something in you, and now your true nature’s showing?”

Even as Dorothy held her tightly, Sophilia still grinned like this.

She grinned provocatively.

At this moment, she no longer looked like the Angel Witch’s purity; her brilliant golden eyes radiated seductive allure, more like a Demon Witch.

Hmm, this wasn’t Sophilia’s side showing—it was Lucifel, that wicked woman.

She tilted her neck, drawing her head close to the Zhaimonv ’s ear, whispering softly.

“Of course you can. After all, I’ve always been yours—your one and only master, my lord.”

Dorothy: “.”

Now she truly glared at the housekeeper in her arms, furious and exasperated.

Damn it, this woman not only refused to apologize—she dared to provoke further!

“Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?”

She said this with a completely expressionless face.

“How could I ever? I am forever, and only, your master.”

The Gray Witch’s exquisitely beautiful face still wore that infuriating teasing smile, but this time, her golden eyes held no mockery or defiance.

She was serious.

Dorothy: “.”

Damn it, no wonder she once served as student council president and managed billions in the academy’s vice-leadership—I, a Zhai , can’t outtalk you. Fine, I won’t talk.

She leaned down and silenced the “rebel’s” seductive words with a kiss.

I won’t listen, I won’t listen—just shut up and kiss me.

After all, my first kiss is already gone—what’s the point of pretending? Some things only have zero times or infinite times.

Still the familiar scents of lily, water lily, and iris—Dorothy’s perfume, once given to Sophilia. Back then, the Pure White Witch had pretended not to care, but now it seemed her body was quite honest.

The warmth and softness felt just like before, tinged with the metallic hint of blood—but this time, the Zhaimonv was in control. To reclaim her dignity, she was ruthless, forcefully seizing every inch.

Dorothy could feel the beautiful woman in her arms stiffen the moment their lips met.

Heh, looks like she’s not as brave as she pretends to be.

Laughable—I’ve absorbed countless anime and novel theories, but Sophilia? She’s genuinely pure white, relying purely on courage.

But that courage? It’s real.

After a brief stiffness, the Gray Witch relaxed, and the two stared into each other’s eyes, face-to-face.

Sophilia’s golden eyes had widened for an instant due to Dorothy’s forcefulness—but upon seeing the teasing smile in her mistress’s eyes, those fated eyes ignited with shame and fury.

Hmm, this wasn’t Lucifel anymore—it was Sophilia’s true self. This woman always had a fierce competitive streak; she wanted to win at everything.

So, a fiercer response began—the Gray Witch refused to lose.

But the Dragon Witch refused to lose even more—this was about her dignity as the head of the household. Could she really let this housekeeper usurp her throne?

Thus, the prolonged battle began.

Hmm, love is indeed a battlefield—no slack allowed; one must give everything.

Yet while the two combatants burned with passion, the spectators had no patience.

Beneath the covers, Asavani watched the two in fierce combat, feeling strangely unsettled.

First, I must emphasize—I and Cai Bao have pure sisterly affection.

I truly admire Cai Bao’s talent, and I enjoy the relaxed comfort of being with her—it lets me briefly forget I’m already insane, and that in less than fifty years, my two incarnations will devour me.

Yeah, just that kind of close friend, best sister bond.

But Cai Bao is my only best friend, my only true companion.

Now, this best friend ignores me, turning away to burn with passion for someone else. Sure, they’re a legitimate couple with parental blessings—I have no right to interfere.

But the Demoness hates this feeling of being abandoned—it makes her look pathetic, pitiful.

Sophilia’s sudden attack? Fine, she’s always been that bold.

But Cai Bao, what’s going on with you? Didn’t we agree to just be verbal champions? Now you’re betraying our alliance.

Asavani suddenly wanted to find torches and gasoline and burn these two love-crazed women.

You’ve defiled my eyes.

Beneath the covers, the Demoness bit her sheets, teeth clenched in fury.

But then she remembered someone else was still in the room.

She turned her tentacle-eye toward the opened gift box, where her own teacher lay trapped, motionless.

When she saw her teacher’s wide, unblinking eyes, Asavani’s mood instantly improved.

Laughable—when I’m unhappy, I just need to look at someone even unhappier, and suddenly I feel better.

Happiness truly comes from comparison.

But Teacher, didn’t you go a bit too far? Did you really get yourself trapped?

Seeing her Demon King teacher in this nearly broken state, Sister Fan felt surprised.

Among the Three Kings, she felt closest to this Demon King teacher—and yet also the most wary.

The God King teacher was too cold; aside from teaching, he rarely paid attention to her.

The Dragon King teacher seemed warm and always answered questions, but hid the deepest layers—mask upon mask, her true heart utterly unreadable.

Only the Demon King teacher had always been openly disdainful of her, finding teaching her a nuisance, yet forced by higher orders to continue. In this reluctant state, she often played pranks during lessons, teasing her student.

Though each prank made Sister Fan furious, the more she endured them, the more familiar and close she grew to this Demon King teacher, becoming more relaxed around her than with the other two.

Moreover, according to the Witch King’s succession, the Demon King teacher was her first true teacher—the other two were merely assistants.

But because of this closeness, Asavani understood the Demon King teacher better—and the more she understood, the more terrifying she found her.

This teacher was a pure joker; she often spoke of world-ending schemes that filled Asavani with dread.

Because she could tell—the Demon King’s joking talk of apocalypse wasn’t just idle banter; she genuinely wanted to do it, had seriously planned it, and simply hadn’t found the chance to act.

To the Demon King teacher, everything in the Witch World meant nothing—even as Witch King, she had no regard for witches. She cared for nothing, not even herself.

This twisted teacher chased only amusement; if a grand joke could be made, she’d gladly become the joke herself, endlessly delighted.

This teacher had a strong self-destructive tendency—and worse, she’d die, but only if she dragged others down with her.

Even now, the insane Demoness herself harbored a world-destroying demonic incarnation—but her destruction stemmed from seeing the world as filthy, needing a cleansing to rebuild something better.

But the Demon King teacher had no intention of rebuilding—she simply wanted annihilation, to return everything to primordial chaos.

Even an insane person like her thought this was too extreme.

But that was the past.

Now, looking at her Demon King teacher, Asavani realized this teacher—who once had no attachments and didn’t care about anything—had finally found an anchor.

Her self-destructive urge had greatly lessened, and her current anger, resentment, jealousy, and lust were all genuine—not feigned.

That was strange.

The Demoness had once thought the Demon King’s interest in Cai Bao was just a twisted whim, a craving to steal something forbidden, knowing Cai Bao was the God King’s possession.

But now, Teacher—you’re in serious trouble. You didn’t just play around—you got yourself trapped.

But Asavani didn’t feel a single pang of sorrow for her teacher’s self-immolation—she only wanted to rush to the scene to laugh and mock.

Laughable, Teacher—look at you now.

How’s it feel, finally understanding how I felt when you teased me?

Go ahead, laugh! Didn’t you always say, “Face every hardship with a smile”?

Why aren’t you smiling now? Are you just naturally incapable of smiling?

Hehe, Teacher—do you really crave Cai Bao? How does it feel, watching your beloved burn with passion for someone else?

Teacher, I’ve already tasted Cai Bao’s flavor. Guess who else in this room hasn’t gotten close to her?

The strange eyes on the Demoness’s tentacles twisted into a comical expression as she stared at her teacher, saying nothing—yet saying everything.

Of course, the Demon King received the provocation.

But at this moment, Arti’s heart ached—and she couldn’t speak.

Pain—so much pain, piercing to the core.

The Demon King felt her Seven Sins and Three Grudges merging into one, on the verge of awakening the Dao of Suffering.

Her pain transcends the world.

Damn, I wish the world could feel this pain.

But as she endured it, she grew accustomed to it—even began to enjoy the pain.

Hmm, in the past, she was always the one making others suffer; now, finally, others are making her suffer. Is this what helplessness feels like?

Well, she’s a succubus witch, and succubi have a special constitution that transforms pain into pleasure, so the more she suffers, the strangely more enjoyable it becomes.

This mix of pain and pleasure is quite peculiar.

In any case, she seems to have awakened a new ability.

Thus, drawing new power from this fusion of pain and pleasure, she briefly broke free from Ye Mengjia’s seal—though she still couldn’t move, at least she could speak.

“Um, could I join you?”

She asked this.

At these words, the room fell silent.

The evil woman under the covers stared wide-eyed at her teacher, then her eyes filled with admiration: “Of course, as expected of you.”

The house witch and the Gray Witch, locked in battle, also fell silent at once, each withdrawing their weapons, their conflict lingering like a half-cut thread.

Though neither had won, both were reluctant to yield—but both were unnerved by this third party’s request to join the fight.

“Miss, handle your own affairs. We’ll settle this another time.”

The Gray Witch, who had been fired up moments ago, now calmed down. She realized that if she stayed any longer, today might finally fulfill her teacher’s long-held wish. She seized the moment to retreat and declared her departure.

Well, actually, she’d just realized who exactly she’d provoked a moment ago.

That was the Demon King. I must’ve been insane. If He truly grew angry, I wouldn’t survive a single blow.

So, I’m out.

She decided to leave the Demon King to the Miss to deal with.

She wasn’t overly concerned for Miss’s safety—after all, she wasn’t stupid. After all this time, she’d clearly noticed the special treatment the Three Kings gave their Miss.

The Divine King sister in the Underworld, the Dragon King who pretended to fulfill her wish by throwing her a birthday celebration, and the Demon King who came tonight for a night raid—all of them.

In short, Miss’s life was certainly safe—but other kinds of safety? Not so certain.

But her staying here was useless. After all, she’d originally intended to intimidate the Demon King into retreating—yet who could have imagined that the Queen of Witches would say she was here to join?

Intimidation clearly didn’t work. So staying in the room was pointless. She’d better go get reinforcements—call the Divine King sister and the Dragon King.

“Mm, go ahead. I’ll handle it myself.”

Dorothy rubbed her slightly swollen lips. Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt a deeper Moqi with the housekeeper—she instantly understood the Gray Witch’s meaning, waved her hand, and said this.

Once Sophie Lily opened the door and left, she pulled a chair over to sit before the gift box where Ati lay.

The Demon Queen, for her part, was quite eager.

Hehe, is it starting? Teacher, are you going to punish me severely?

This was what the Succubus Queen thought.

Yet.

“You’d better leave now, or you won’t get away later.”

Dorothy pressed down on Ye Mengjia by the bedside, reconverted it into the Dragon-Snake Necklace, and tucked it away, then spoke to her rebellious student inside the box.

Ati: “.”

Wait, why is the script different again? Teacher, aren’t you supposed to be angry right now?

The freed Demon Queen was anything but happy.

“Teacher, you really won’t punish me?”

She remained the size of a figurine, lying inside the gift box, making no move to flee—instead, she asked this.

“No, why would I punish you? On the contrary, I thank you.”

Dorothy touched her lips, speaking with sincere earnestness.

Ati: “.”

The Demon Queen fell silent.

Ati: “No.”

I don’t want this kind of thanks.

So here’s the question: today is Qixi Festival—whose day is it? Dorothy’s? Sophie Lily’s? Fan Ni’s? Surely not Ati’s. Ha.