Chapter 122: Curse

Inside the private room.

Su Ling, who had been dozing off, suddenly jerked her head down, hitting the table.

She jolted awake.

“Hah—why isn’t she here yet?”

Su Ling stretched.

She checked the time—it was already ten past ten.

Was she being stood up?

That would be… awesome!

To be honest, Su Ling really wasn’t interested in this date.

What’s a date, anyway?

Just an excuse to get close, right?

All the movies and shopping—weren’t they just leading up to the ultimate goal?

Getting touchy-feely.

What kind of person was Su Ling?

A Hundred Slayer from Fuliji, that’s who.

She’d long lost interest in all that.

If it weren’t for fear of offending the Witch’s Hut, she wouldn’t bother coming.

If those single dogs outside knew what Su Ling was thinking right now, they’d probably want to hang themselves from the ceiling.

Su Ling yawned.

She decided to wait five more minutes.

Bored, she picked up her phone and took a sip of the hot tea on the table.

Out of habit, she opened the Witch Academy forum.

The hottest post was actually about Qianxia.

Qianqian Yixia: “Heehee, finally held hands~”

Qianqian Yixia: (Image)

The image was a hand-holding photo of her and a girl whose face wasn’t visible.

When Su Ling saw the little hand in the photo, she sprayed out her tea.

Wait, is this right?

She quickly extended her other hand and compared it to the hand in the photo.

Identical!

And the hair hanging down from the girl’s chest in the photo was also white.

Su Ling was dumbfounded.

The comment section was a massive wailing ground.

ThirstyDrinkWaterDon’tBreakMyLeg: “Wuwuwu, Qianxia-chan, be happy! I, I’ll win the lottery next time for sure!”

OlderSisterIsWifeBornForYoungerSister: “Qianxia-chan, happiness!”

ToldGirlfriendWantToGrindTofuSheBoughtTofu: “Wuwuwu! Qianxia-chan, can you send the video privately?”

What a bunch of cuckolds.

Su Ling didn’t even have the energy to complain.

She kept staring at the faceless girl in the photo, and the more she looked, the more she felt that girl was herself.

But if the girl in the photo was her, then who was she?

Damn, I became a substitute!

Su Ling’s face twisted in confusion as she opened the chat with Qianxia Jiang.

Whatever, she needed to figure out what was going on first!

If she was being stood up, at least give a reason.

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Qingmu Hotel.

The ambiguous big bed room.

Qianxia stared at the figure in the bathroom, her heart racing with excitement.

She was even a little teary.

Wuwu, finally, today she could graduate from her chastity!

Screw the damn curse!

Haha, this woman is going to do it big today!

Qianxia thought about the path she’d taken and wanted to cry.

As the Oiran of the Witch’s Hut, contrary to outsiders’ expectations, she was painfully innocent.

Her experience with intimacy was zero.

All of this was because of a damn curse.

After graduating from the Witch Academy, she joined the military.

A proper Chief of Staff.

But on a small planet in the Fourth Universe, her Witch Squad encountered a small group of Tyranid Swarm.

Everyone except her was wiped out.

The leader of that Zerg squad was an Imperial Guard.

For some reason, it didn’t kill her.

Instead, it gave her a curse.

“Before you meet me next time, you will never have a chance to get close.”

What a malicious curse!

She passed out.

When she woke up, she was already in the arriving Witch Army.

The Fourth Universe was terrifying—they couldn’t even speak, afraid that uttering any word about reproduction would cause a bug to crawl out of their mouths.

Finally, she decided to retire.

She didn’t take the curse seriously.

As time passed, she successfully advanced to Great Witch.

Her peers got married and had children, but she was still a pathetic single dog.

She had dated a few times.

But every time she was about to succeed, an accident happened.

The first one—they’d already taken off their clothes, when a small meteor fell from the sky and crushed him to death.

The second one—she just wanted a kiss. He said he needed to rinse his mouth.

Then he got acute water poisoning and checked into Fengdu.

The third one—even more ridiculous.

He’d just said on the phone he was coming over to get close, when the next second she got a call from the police saying he’d joined an orgy and died from a Mana Tide resonance explosion.

Seriously, sis!

She finally realized—this was a Causality Weapon.

She hurriedly found a friend at Fate Academy.

But her friend said the causality came from the Fourth Universe, and she couldn’t undo it.

At the very least, the one who cast the curse had to undo it personally.

She was going crazy.

She’d almost forgotten what that Imperial Guard looked like.

How could she get it to undo the curse?

Actually, most of her experiences in the Fourth Universe were nearly forgotten.

Every Witch retiring from the Fourth Universe Expedition Force had to undergo a memory erasure.

Not memory deletion—that was explicitly prohibited by law, illegal.

But forgetting.

A Witch of the [Memory] Sequence would blur some key memories, only remembering them when encountering related matters again.

As for her, she only remembered that a certain Imperial Guard had cast the curse, but she couldn’t recall why it had given her such a curse.

“Look on the bright side. Being detached is good for your health. Not getting close won’t kill you.”

Her friend from Fate Academy comforted her with a chuckle.

“I’m not on the Path of Heartlessness! I really want to get close!”

She was hundreds of years old and hadn’t been intimate even once.

She was going crazy from repression.

That was why she joined the Witch’s Hut.

Come on! Don’t hold back!

Even if it was a loli, she’d accept it.

But the most ironic part came—because she was a Great Witch, the Witch’s Hut didn’t dare make her a regular employee.

She became the Oiran instead.

An Oiran was fine too.

Wasn’t there that lottery date thing?

But the problem was, the previous dates’ targets had also ended up tragically.

The first time—the person broke their leg in a tricycle accident on the way.

The second time—the person said their grandmother’s aunt’s niece’s little sister gave birth to double-yolk eggs (twins), so they had to go to a banquet and stood her up.

This was the third time.

“Hehe, finally, goodbye to my chastity.”

Qianxia hummed a tune as she set up a Magic-Blocking Array in the corner.

Immediately, she felt her mana get a little blocked.

Regardless, she still needed protective measures.

She just wanted to get close, not cause a life.

After finishing, she looked toward the bathroom.

As soon as she’d entered, “Su Ling” had said she wanted to take a shower, to make herself soft and fragrant for a better taste.

Qianxia blushed.

“Ahem, are you ready?”

Qianxia couldn’t help asking.

“Wait a little longer~ I’m almost done.”

A sweet voice came from the bathroom.

Qianxia couldn’t stop smiling.

She lay on the bed and opened her phone.

She scrolled through the comments under the post she’d just made.

The corners of her mouth wouldn’t come down.

Thinking about how she was about to break her curse, and all those cuckolds wailing, she felt an inexplicable thrill.

Ahem, calm down, calm down.

She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

Just then, her phone vibrated.

It was Su Ling.

They were in the same room; why did she need to send a message?

Qianxia tilted her head, a little confused.

But when she saw Su Ling’s message, she froze.

I am truly a transmigrator: “Qianxia-sensei, when will you arrive? I’ve been waiting in the private room for a long time. Also, who is that girl in the post you made? Did you already make plans? Can I go back now?”