Another World Witch Training Manual

022. Turning the tables

Simien wore a stiff smile, but his eyes were as cold as ice. His lips twitched slightly, making it impossible to tell whether it was anger or helplessness.

I need to change this habit of smashing walls when I'm angry...

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and tried his best to calm himself down.

"Wow, you're really something!"

Simeon nodded, knowing that bringing up Eve's matter again would be of no use, and then turned to look at the cracked wall of Xinlai.

"Name your price, Second Brother. I want to see how you plan to fleece your own brother today."

Xinlai didn't reply, but chuckled, scratched his head, glanced down at Eve beneath him who was on the verge of tears, and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Second brother, look, I'm not finished yet... Why don't you go to the council hall and wait for me for a while? I'll be down in ten minutes."

Simien was taken aback, not expecting his underling to be so powerful. He had been talking for three minutes and his body still hadn't softened.

Could it be... that he's still inside?

He was somewhat incredulous and wanted to go around to the side for a closer look, but Ding Ke grabbed his arm: "Let's go, Your Highness, let's go—"

"Thump!"

A sharp rap landed on Ding Ke's forehead.

Ding Ke clutched his head and wailed, then buried his face in his hands, hunching over and looking at Simien with a pitiful expression.

"Who the hell is the master?"

"Your Highness...I was wrong..."

That little thought of wanting to find out what was going on was instantly nipped in the bud. Simien turned away in a huff, took Ding Ke out of the bedroom, and thoughtfully closed the bas-relief door that was only three-quarters of the way down.

"Have they left...?"

"You...you're up there, look..."

Xin Lai was about to get up when she noticed a pause in the footsteps outside the door. Simien and Ding Ke had stopped there, motionless.

Simeon maintained his cunning and treacherous demeanor, a lecherous man who was not without caution.

Eve noticed it too, and poked her slightly ruffled head out from under the covers, looking up at Xinlai.

A complex expression flickered across the aristocratic young lady's usually cool and dignified face. Though she remained silent, her expression clearly conveyed to Xin Lai:

carry on.

Seeing that she had finally gotten the hang of it, Xinlai nodded with satisfaction and asked, feigning nonchalance:

"Who told you to stop? I'm talking to you, can't you move on your own?"

"I'm so sorry... Master..."

Eve was about to cooperate when she suddenly felt a heat on her chest, and an indescribable sensation once again overwhelmed her.

"Ugh!!!"

She was instantly filled with shame and indignation, and fearing that the people outside the door would hear the unbearable noise, she forcibly suppressed her voice, staring at Xinlai with her eyes glistening with tears.

Go ahead and yell, why are you looking at me?

Xin Lai was stunned. Holding the small watermelon in her hand, she shook it and asked.

The bed started creaking and shaking violently again.

Xinlai kept spouting lewd words that even he himself found shameful, while Eve beneath him had teary eyes and bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to make a sound.

Fortunately, Xin Lai's acting skills were truly impressive. After standing outside and listening for a few more minutes, Simien shook his head without batting an eye and lowered his guard.

"He always seemed like a respectable guy, but I didn't expect him to have so many sly remarks..."

"Uh... what does 'traveling and sightseeing' mean?"

"Ouch."

Ding Ke got another whack on the head. Simien walked ahead speechlessly: "You ignorant brat, you'll see after I let you play with you a few times."

"Let's go."

……

……

Once Simien and Simien's footsteps had completely disappeared, Xin Lai finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He slightly rose and peered through the gap in the bedroom door, fearing that his second brother might still be standing there watching the battle, or perhaps launch a surprise attack.

Eve's cold, disdainful expression was gone. Her fair skin glowed with a rosy sheen, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her two purple fox eyes were faintly visible beneath the black veil.

Her face was flushed from the tension and commotion, making her look much more beautiful than when we first met, like a flower of an empire that had been battered yet only became more beautiful.

Eve gazed at the handsome face so close to her, and whether it was because she had been too tense and excited just now, or because she had exhausted her strength resisting Xinlai, she no longer felt any resentment.

He felt hot and stuffy all over, panting heavily, and his eyes showed utter exhaustion.

"You...ah...!"

Just as Simeon left, Eve was about to question him when she discovered that the despicable Xinlai had secretly pinched her again.

Didn't we agree that we had absolutely no ill intentions towards her? Doesn't that translate to "we have no ulterior motives"?

How come it's turning into real life now, and I can even feel a slight, subtle twitching?

Moreover, with no audience outside, Eve's psychological defenses crumbled completely, and she let out a coquettish cry.

She never dreamed that she would make such a lewd and shameful sound. She quickly covered her mouth and glared at Xinlai above her with murderous intent.

"you……"

Xin Lai quickly turned her head, looking at her with some confusion: "You... want more?"

Upon hearing this, Eve stopped letting him manipulate her and managed to tear the magic-blocking cloth apart with those few movements:

She stood up angrily, and endless magic power instantly poured into her body's magic circulation. She was about to cast a high-penetration, high-damage, wide-area AOE spell. If it weren't for the eye patch concealing her magic power fluctuations, Simien would probably have charged at her again...

Xinlai knew that none of Eve's attacks could harm him, but he still instinctively jumped back and drew his sword, pointing it directly at Eve:

"Hey? Why are you attacking me? Are you trying to harm your savior? Look how many times I've saved you from dire straits!"

Eve, her hand holding a ball of pure energy attack magic compressed to its limit, aimed it at Xinlai, gritting her teeth:

"You're inherently lewd and wicked... and you say you meant me no harm? I think you were just plotting to do this to me!"

"Who am I doing this for? Do I want to do this?"

"You! Don't try to argue your way out of this. There's clearly a better way..."

Seeing Eve, her face streaked with tears, stumped by her question, Xinlai didn't answer Eve's question directly, but quickly added:

"As the eldest daughter of the Tanstin family, haven't you heard of Prince Simeon's cunning? How can you be sure he won't thoroughly search the bedroom if you don't act this way? Do you really think your so-called better method will work?"

"No, it's..."

"Knowing that disaster was imminent, you remained silent and uncooperative, and now you're blaming me?"

"I……"

Thinking of the books she had seen before returning, Xinlai pointed to the bookshelf and added insult to injury:

"You've been reading these books all morning. With your exceptional talent, haven't you learned even the slightest movement or posture?"

Eve trembled with rage at the aggressive and vulgar language, but couldn't think of a way to retort to Xinlai. In the end, she could only manage to utter one sentence:

"You...you're shameless!"

Xinlai, looking displeased, continued, with reason and evidence:

"You were the one who came up with the idea just now. I risked being caught by Simien for 'hoarding a witch' to help you, and in the end you call me shameless?"

"If you cooperate, and if you don't arouse Simeon's suspicion, would I touch you?"

Eve's chest heaved violently as she stared at Xinlai for a long while.

She understood that Xinlai's words made perfect sense. She gritted her teeth and struggled for a long time before the pure energy attack magic in her hand slowly dissipated.

"You... Hmph..."

Anyway, there won't be a next time.

Xinlai dropped her longsword and began to put on her clothes, her words sounding less like a rebuttal and more like a commanding question:

"As my personal maid, do you think there will be a next time? Or do you think Simeon will just let this go?"

"..."

Eve knew perfectly well what would happen to a personal maid, so she shut her mouth, glaring at Xinlai with a mixture of helplessness and anger.

There won't be a next time?

If it weren't for the fact that she found it boring to have a pet that she could use anytime, anywhere, Xinlai would have already forced Eve to become her plaything through a soul contract...

Moreover, Xinlai believed that only when an emotional foundation was established could the work feel right.

Forced sex and the like... the pleasure of hunting and chasing before getting the prey, and the pleasure of watching the prey willingly being eaten after getting the prey.

Therefore, Sin Lai was very patient in engaging in meaningless games with this little prey that was one step closer to being eaten.

Each struggle of the small prey only excites the hunter more... and makes him more focused on this battle of wits.