Yes, it’s fine. As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters. Don’t overthink it.
Shiye took out her phone, planning to check her task progress to distract herself.
“Huh?” Her sakura-pink eyes widened slightly.
She saw that in the performance task section, it said:
Gained student recognition (1/2); Handled student requests (0/3); Prepared a lesson plan (Completed) — reward has been sent to the pick-up point, please remember to collect.
Gained student recognition? When did that one change? Which student recognized me?
The first people that popped into Shiye’s mind were Yukino and Yumiya, then Kesusu and Huang Xiaoyi, and finally, all the various seafood students.
Ah, those seafood probably don’t count, since they’re neither evil gods nor girls.
It’s unlikely to be Huang Xiaoyi, so Kesusu…
Thinking of that blue-haired little loli’s obedient—almost submissive—expression, Shiye’s eyebrow couldn’t help but twitch.
Somehow, it seemed very likely…
Should I go and confirm it?
After all, gaining recognition is just the first step; it only completes the first week’s task. Her ultimate goal was to turn these evil god girls into humans, and for that, she needed to interact with them a lot more.
Alright, I’ll go look for Kesusu. She’s always with Huang Xiaoyi, so I can check on Huang Xiaoyi’s situation too.
Now the question is, where should I even look for them?
Shiye realized that although she had these students’ files, she didn’t know anything about them personally. If she wanted to search, she’d just be wandering around blindly like a headless fly.
Anyway, I’ll start by checking the busiest place nearby.
With that thought, Shiye headed for the city’s liveliest district.
Backstreet, named for being behind the Gemini Towers, is a narrow yet bustling road, famous for its restaurants and modern entertainment. It’s a favorite haunt of evil god girls.
—Or so Gugu Map says.
Monday afternoons are the most despairing time of the week for office workers, so the whole street was permeated with a faint aura of death. The only people wandering around were either freelancers or thugs.
But these “people” could barely be called human-shaped:
Horse-headed ones, some holding two heads in their hands, others with ropes hanging around their necks, and still others whose bodies were just a mass of fire, flames contorted vaguely into human forms…
Anyone with a normal human face counted as rather good-looking.
In such a vibrant, competitive environment, two cute little lolis stood out like cranes among chickens. Finding them wasn’t hard.
In no time, Shiye spotted two familiar figures outside an arcade:
Kesusu was clutching a cup of some purple, mysterious liquid, chatting away enthusiastically, while Huang Xiaoyi followed with a blank face, the two walking in shoulder to shoulder.
“Found them… Hiss!”
Just as Shiye took a step forward, a stabbing pain shot up her left leg, even sharper than before, forcing her to draw a cold breath.
Looking down, she noticed her ankle was a bit swollen and red. Probably because she hadn’t fully healed before running around, and now her injury had worsened.
It should be fine, it’s just a sprain. I used to finish missions even with a broken leg…
Shiye nonchalantly patted her twisted ankle.
“Ouch! Wuu!”
A sharp pain, as if dozens of needles had jabbed in, nearly made the pink-haired girl cry.
She bit her rosy lips, stubbornly holding back her tears, and hobbled to sit down at an arcade machine near the entrance. Not wanting her tail to touch the ground, she hugged her big tail, feeling a little aggrieved as she rested, planning to wait out the pain before going in to find them.
Anyway, they’ll be playing for a while—they probably won’t leave soon. Resting a bit should be fine…
Shiye comforted herself.
She finally realized her body wasn’t as tough as it used to be. Even a minor bump was hard to bear.
And what’s worse, the state of her two bodies seemed to be shared, but their tolerance was different.
In other words, what was just bearable in her original body became unbearable here, and even got worse.
Well, this body is a young dragon girl after all…
Damn it, which heartless jerk arranged this body for me?!
Shiye stomped her little foot in anger—unluckily, it was the injured one.
“Yii!”
Her small body shuddered as if shocked by electricity and curled up tightly.
Ugh… So busy cursing that jerk, I forgot I was injured…
Shiye pressed her reddened cheek against her big tail, rubbing it gently. The pale pink, beautiful scales sent a cool, soothing sensation.
“Huh?”
An idea struck. Shiye pointed with her small hand and wound her tail around her injury.
Her big, cool tail worked like an ice pack, and soon the heat and swelling subsided quite a bit.
Am I a genius or what?
Shiye savored the icy-hot tingling on her ankle, her little feet swinging above the ground—feeling utterly content.
It’s just a little cold. Maybe I’ll wear socks later…
Just as Shiye was pondering whether to wear black or white stockings, a voice called from inside the arcade:
“Susu, someone’s there.”
“Hmm?”
Shiye lifted her head and saw Kesusu glaring at her impatiently, holding a plastic basket stuffed with game coins—she must’ve just come back from the counter.
“Hey, we’re playing that. Move.” Kesusu ordered.
“Hah?”
Shiye instantly let out a cold laugh.
Is that how you talk to a teacher? You looking to get schooled again?
Oh, wait, I’m not a teacher right now.
Shiye swallowed the retort.
“Huh? What’d you say?”
Kesusu marched up to her, and before Shiye could react, grabbed her soft cheek in one hand.
“Dare to talk to me like that, you little dragon? Are you asking for a lesson?”
Shiye was about to smack her hand away when two thick tentacles snaked out from under Kesusu’s skirt, binding Shiye’s wrists together and lifting her arms above her head.
As her arms were raised, her body was forced upright—but Kesusu wouldn’t let her stand fully, nor sit down.
Shiye was left kneeling awkwardly, leaning forward, glaring in humiliation at the smirking loli in front of her.
“Ugh…”
Her hands felt like they were about to dislocate. Her knees hurt…
Now Shiye understood.
She might’ve disciplined Kesusu hard in class, making her seem obedient when facing her, but the girl’s core nature hadn’t changed a bit—still the same brat who loved to bully others.
Once she’d pinched Shiye’s cheek enough, Kesusu let go, leaving a deep red mark on her pale, almost translucent face, then snapped impatiently:
“Hey, you overconfident little dragon, what’s your name?”
Shiye didn’t want to answer. She turned her head, only for Kesusu to seize her chin and force her face back.
Next, a third tentacle emerged from under Kesusu’s skirt and with a wet “plop,” slapped onto Shiye’s smooth thigh!
The tentacle’s suckers were sticky and clammy, making Shiye shudder, a flicker of panic in her eyes.
“W-what are you doing?!”
Enjoying her reaction, Kesusu smirked mischievously, twirling the tip of the tentacle as she said,
“If you don’t talk, this thing’s going in underneath you, got it?”