“AAAAHHH!”
“Who are you?!”
A dark-skinned gyaru suddenly fell from the sky.
Even a doujinshi wouldn’t dare draw this, right?
Su Ling frantically covered herself, but then she noticed the uninvited guest seemed off.
Thud!
A dull sound rang out.
The dark-skinned gyaru crashed to the floor and passed out.
Su Ling cautiously peeked over.
Not bad figure.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, vaguely outlining curves that made the heart race.
Her wheat-colored skin looked even more enticing under the nearly transparent shirt.
Ugh! What am I thinking!
Su Ling shook her head, blushing, then realized the person looked familiar.
Who is she?
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“Ling Ling, are you telling me you were bathing, and she fell from the sky?”
Su Yao looked at the dark-skinned gyaru on the bed, her face flushed, body burning hot.
She stroked her chin, lost in thought.
“Why would I lie to you? You know your daughter, don’t you? Do I seem like the type to keep a secret lover?”
Hard to say.
Su Yao thought to herself.
Su Ling pressed a wet towel to Suzuki’s forehead.
The dark-skinned gyaru’s body was frighteningly hot, but it didn’t feel like a fever.
To Su Ling, it felt more like spring had arrived.
“Strange. Why does she seem so familiar?”
Su Yao stared at Suzuki, frowning.
“Right. I feel like we’ve seen her somewhere too.”
It was just a fleeting encounter; neither had much memory of her.
“Meow!”
Hajimi jumped onto the bed, licking a paw.
I remember.
It’s the one we met at the station that day.
Sigh, your memories.
“No cats on the bed.”
Su Ling shooed Hajimi off.
Hmph. Who cares.
Dalian grumbled internally.
She walked gracefully to the balcony.
Inside, Su Yao and Su Ling were still discussing who Suzuki was and what to do, not paying attention to the balcony.
“She has the scent of the Zerg.”
G502 stopped pretending to be dead, her small face unusually serious.
Dalian was taken aback.
“Zerg? Isn’t this the Witch Academy?”
Wouldn’t a Zerg coming here be like a sheep walking into a wolf’s den?
“This scent… it seems like a senior… Generation B… or maybe Generation A?”
G502’s unease grew.
The Empress hadn’t fully awakened yet, and now there was a suspected Zerg of Generation B or above nearby.
Whether friend or foe was completely unknown.
If it was also a Royalist like her, then it was fine.
But if it was sent by that Acting Empress, then they were in big trouble.
The safety of the Empress was at stake; she couldn’t afford to gamble.
G502 glanced at Dalian.
She didn’t know if this one could be trusted.
She knew this one’s identity—the former boss of Shao Nian You.
And she knew that Dalian had learned many things she shouldn’t have.
Dalian could have left, but she still followed Su Ling.
That made G502 unsure of her true goal.
[VIP] Chapter 103
“If you want to investigate, go ahead. I’m sticking with her no matter what, meow.”
Dalian tossed two pieces of cat food into her mouth, crunching happily.
She had been leeching off Su Ling for a simple reason.
She was someone who had already died once and hadn’t entered Samsara.
She was a defaulter on the Witch’s list.
If she went back, she probably wouldn’t even be eligible for reincarnation and would be locked up in the Anti-Magic Tower for centuries.
Better to just coast along with Su Ling.
Su Ling’s identity was far from ordinary.
Holding onto her coattails was better than starting over from scratch.
Shao Nian You was gone.
She had no family left.
She’d even been spayed, losing any desire for fun.
She had long abandoned any ambition to rebuild.
Her biggest hope now was that G502 would stop stealing her cat food.
“I’ll go investigate first.”
G520 gave Dalian a long, hard look.
She was still fairly reassured.
Mainly because Dalian’s combat power was now that of an ordinary stray cat.
Even if Dalian wanted to do anything, Su Ling could subdue her with one hand.
A pair of translucent wings sprouted from her back, and she flew out the window.
Dalian watched her go, a weird smile spreading across her cat face.
Hehe… finally no one’s stealing my cat food, meow!
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Su Ling didn’t notice anything missing from the balcony.
She was now arguing with Su Yao over what to do with Suzuki.
“Ling Ling, I think we should hand her over to the Student Council.”
“Oh, my little ancestor, haven’t you had enough trouble with the Student Council? Aren’t you afraid they’ll blackmail you again?”
“But keeping her here isn’t a solution either… and…”
Su Yao blushed, looking at the bed.
The unconscious Suzuki kept moaning softly for some reason.
She had torn her own clothes to shreds, revealing large patches of skin.
Th-this is too stimulating!
Su Ling was also embarrassed.
She tried to cover Suzuki with a blanket, but Suzuki kicked it off.
Then, before Su Ling could react, Suzuki grabbed her arm.
A hot, soft sensation came through.
Su Ling’s ears turned red.
“So… so hot…”
Suzuki opened her eyes, her face flushed with an unnatural redness.
Her red lips parted slightly, exhaling hot breath.
The strong coconut scent on her body grew even more intense, making Su Ling feel a bit dazed.
“Don’t just stand there! Help me!”
Su Ling glared at Su Yao, who snapped out of it and pulled at Suzuki.
But the girl was terrifyingly strong; Su Yao almost got pulled into her arms.
Luckily, Su Ling pushed Su Yao away, or it would have been a mother-daughter donburi.
“Sigh, forget it. She doesn’t seem awake. Let her hold on.”
Su Ling tried to push Suzuki, who was rubbing against her, but finally gave up.
Suzuki was like a thirsty traveler in the desert, and Su Ling was precious water.
She wouldn’t let go.
And oddly enough, being pressed against her like that, Su Ling started to feel something too.
After all, the other girl is really stacked…
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After who knows how long, when Suzuki woke up, her head was heavy, as if hit by several large hammers.
She struggled to sit up, her mind still a fog.
Before her, darkness.
Her memory slowly returned.
Right. She had been following that Zerg, but she overestimated herself.
If it weren’t for the fake Immortal Journey Talisman she’d auctioned earlier, she would have become a dried-up corpse.
Ever since she bought the Immortal Journey Talisman, she occasionally talked to strangers and left coordinates.
Just in case she needed to escape.
But… where was this?
She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dark, and found herself in a completely unfamiliar room.
On the bedside table were a few Face Sugar Paintings, scaring her half to death.
She tried to get up, but suddenly felt a pair of white arms around her waist.
She looked down instinctively and saw a pair of identical white-haired beauties lying on either side of her.
What the hell?
Her mind went completely blank.