The door was gently closed and locked.
Terrified that even the slightest sound would be noticed.
Merlin moved quickly to the window, pulling the thick blackout curtains tightly shut, leaving no gap at all.
The whole room instantly fell into darkness.
She only turned on the floor lamp near the full-length mirror… otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to see her adorable self in the little dress.
To be safe, Merlin even set up a Xiaodaozhen near the door. It was a small alchemist mechanism she had slightly modified—if anyone stepped on the soil near the door, it would ring a bell set up inside the room.
Now, it should be foolproof.
After doing all this, Merlin was already out of breath, panting heavily. Dressed in this beautiful, cute but somewhat cumbersome little dress, she had busied herself going up and down.
At this moment, Merlin was gasping for air, her chest heaving violently.
Merlin picked up the water glass on the table and took a few big gulps to relieve the dryness and heat in her mouth.
Merlin stood back in front of the mirror.
Looking at the girl in the mirror—
The stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat, messily sticking to her cheeks. The collar and cuffs were stained darker from sweat. And that flushed little face with dazed eyes.
The girl’s dishevelment at this moment did not diminish her beauty; instead, it added a kind of messy aesthetic.
‘Merlin felt that she was even more beautiful and dangerous now than before? It felt like those evil fallen bad women she had read about in books from her previous life? Wow, she could be that × too?’
Sweat trickled down her spine, bringing a tingling itch. The sticky sensation of sweat and fabric clinging together, along with the feeling of exhaustion after intense exercise… an unbearable tickle, like countless tiny electric currents racing along the walls of her blood vessels, amplifying the sensitivity of Merlin’s senses manifold.
‘I can’t take it anymore!’
‘If I hold back any longer, this delicate body will really break down!’
Merlin looked at her flushed self in the mirror. The shyness in her eyes gradually faded, and her gaze grew determined.
As determined as if she were about to inherit the throne!
It’s about time… to let the flight take off.
Ace Pilot, requesting to deploy!
Cold Cheese!
Actually, Merlin is of the Clothed Faction!
In her previous life, when reading all kinds of works, she would skip right past any two bare lumps! Not even wearing socks!
No clothes, no soul!
Humans! Are intelligent beings! So they must wear clothes! Too revealing is no good either! As for those three-point things, Merlin would shake her head at them too.
Short skirts like this are just right, a perfectly measured design. The parts that need to be covered are fully covered, preserving a maiden’s modesty and mystery, yet through the length of the hem, it creates a subtle, alluring sense that invites exploration.
So Merlin is now neatly and properly dressed in full attire.
Merlin spun around in front of the mirror.
Her blue gradient long hair was styled into a cute hairstyle, obediently falling to her shoulders. The innocent-style one-piece short dress she wore had all its buttons neatly fastened, all the way up to the top one, locking in her delicate collarbone, not revealing an inch of excess skin.
To anyone, she looked like a beautiful noble maiden from a strict family, about to go out to the library or to a date. Merlin loved this feeling.
It looked like a perfectly normal innocent outfit, but that dress had a certain feel to it!
The length of the hem was also perfectly measured, just barely covering the top of her thighs, swaying slightly with movement, guarding the last line of defense.
And beneath the hem were those slightly transparent black glossy over-the-knee socks, and that pair of shiny leather high heel shoes, polished to a gleam. Yet the skirt was so short, those long legs wrapped in black stockings were exposed so much. She wasn’t showing anything she shouldn’t, but still—
Meow meow!
Taboo, innocence, under the contrasting exterior, turbulent waves were suppressed.
The self in the mirror was really cute… cute and beautiful, and an Elf Princess at that. Even though she was dressed so innocently, like a budding white lily, it still stirred the deep desires of destruction and possession within.
Normally, she wasn’t like this. The cute girl in front of her was herself, yet at this moment, she felt so much and yet felt like it wasn’t her.
She had worn skirts and high heels so many times now… she felt like she was being driven crazy by her adolescent self.
Merlin slowly raised her right hand. Her hand was slender and fair, with pink fingertips. She pressed her ring and middle fingers together, making the gesture of an airport tower controller.
Captain, tower confirmed, runway clear! All set! Take off!
Merlin took a deep breath—
“Ah! How… how can I be so cute!”
Merlin’s gaze roamed greedily in the mirror, not forgetting to “pilot.”
“The legs are also long… the lines of the whole leg are beautiful… not too fat, not too thin, firm yet plump. Especially with these… slightly transparent stockings with a delicate gloss.”
Her gaze focused on her own thighs.
Merlin tried to stand on tiptoe, lifting the heels of the shiny leather shoes off the ground, then stomped down heavily.
“And these high heels…”
The arch of her foot stretched into an elegant curve inside the shoe, and through the thin layer of black stockings, the slightly raised blue veins and bone contours on the instep could be clearly seen.
That fragile yet exquisite beauty… her small foot arched slightly, showing the instep wrapped in black silk; she took two steps in front of the mirror, imitating the gait of those ladies.
“When walking, the skirt flutters, the scenery at the top of the thighs is faintly visible, yet you never see the key. Mm-hmm… my etiquette classes weren’t for nothing. This is the highest level of temptation.”
Merlin looked at those legs in the mirror, the edge of the stockings tightly cinching the soft flesh of her thighs, pressing in slightly.
“This absolute territory… this suffocating tightness of the flesh… this smooth, mountain-like S-curve from top to bottom, and this waist so slender it seems you could encircle it with one hand.”
“I won’t let you see it! Only I can see it!”
Her gaze eventually moved down, stopping at the very bottom.
“And… these restless little feet that are piloting the black-stocking high heels!”
“So satisfying! So satisfying, so satisfying!”
Merlin felt she had finally experienced the joy of fighting in the sky. She remembered what Li had said to her that day—No-cooldown Mage.
It really seemed to be true…
After all, mages and pilots are fundamentally different professions, meow meow! Besides… this world hasn’t built airplanes yet, right? Using a pilot as a metaphor might not be appropriate? When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
From now on, Merlin is a mage!
Merlin… has grown! She is definitely not the kind of pathetic mage who can only cast one Large Fireball spell a day and then collapse from exhaustion.
Merlin is! A mage with no skill cooldown who can casually cast Large Fireball spells, meow meow!