Ansu looked down, staring at the black magic vines wrapped around his body.
These things were pitch-black and writhed slowly like living creatures, almost like tentacles... the more he looked, the more he felt a sense of wicked humor.
"Why is there even a tentacle binding phase..."
Ansu's gaze shifted helplessly to the beautiful face inches away. Celia was straddling him, a triumphant smile on her face, looking like a cat that had finally caught its prey.
After being bound, was the next step discipline?
Fortunately, Celia didn't seem to have heard of any 'tentacle play,' nor did she understand such perverse ways of playing.
She simply used these black magic vines as ropes. After confirming that Ansu couldn't break free, she contentedly enjoyed this rare moment of control.
When it came to things involving Ansu, or Ansu himself, Celia would always unconsciously reveal this almost paranoid desire for control, even though she knew... he didn't like such a forceful way of getting along.
"Are you convinced now? Do you still dare to oppose me?" Celia reined in her smile and gave a soft huff. "Remember, I am someone you can never defeat!"
"Ms. Witch, I still think it's unfair." Ansu shook his head helplessly.
"Your magic level is clearly so much higher than mine, yet you use high-tier magic to bully me. I'm just a beginner who hasn't been in the field for long. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"I..." Celia froze for a moment.
"So~ I've actually already won!" Ansu flashed a confident smile.
"As they say, the tables will turn! With my talent and my current speed of learning magic, I'll catch up to you sooner or later! Breaking this magic of yours is only a matter of time."
"When that time comes..." His voice carried a meaningful pause. "Ms. Witch, just wait for my revenge! And it won't be you disciplining me, but me disciplining you instead~"
Celia was someone with a strong desire to win, especially in the field of magic where she possessed an almost paranoid pride. So when she heard Ansu say this, her stubborn streak immediately flared up.
"In your dreams!" Her brows furrowed tightly. "I didn't lose! And I will never lose!"
However, what Ansu had just said was like a stone thrown into a calm lake...
Because Ansu's speed in learning magic was indeed too fast, so fast it almost made her feel a sense of dread.
Complex emotions surged in her chest. Celia leaned forward huffily, almost bumping into his chest. "Ansu, you'll never surpass me in your life! Want revenge on me? Want to discipline me? Hah! Only in your dreams!"
"Oh..." Ansu's gaze couldn't help but drift downward.
This overly intimate distance caused their bodies and skin to press closely together. Moreover, because the two of them had just 'fought,' her belt had come loose, and her pajamas were completely open...
Although she was wearing clothes underneath, he could see the rising and falling soft curves from above, taking in the entire 'view' perfectly.
In this situation, there was indeed a unique sense of ambiguity and flirtatiousness.
"Have you seen enough?" Celia finally realized. She gave Ansu a bashful, annoyed glare and flushed as she tightened her belt.
"Not enough..." Ansu withdrew his gaze with disappointment.
Although the vile witch wasn't as well-endowed as Freya, she was actually quite curvy...
"Back to business!" Celia rolled her eyes grandly and asked crossly, "Ansu... when did you start learning that move you used to counter me?"
She cared deeply about this.
Because for that kind of magic, even if he had started learning from the moment they met, to have mastered it by now would make him a super genius...
"Hmm..." Ansu hesitated for a moment. "It was after I got that volume of ancient texts, at the end of our trip to the ancient ruins? Why?"
"Ansu... you learn magic so fast." Celia was both puzzled and amazed. "Are you really the Chosen One of the Goddess of Holy Light... and not the Chosen One of the God of Magic?"
"Well..." Ansu didn't know how to answer, because his skills were actually tied to the system.
If he were to learn Holy Light divine arts, the speed would only be faster...
It was just that divine arts were tied to the power of faith. Ansu didn't want to attract the attention of the Goddess of Holy Light every time he cast a spell; he was currently avoiding the Goddess at all costs.
"It's another one of those secrets you absolutely can't tell me, isn't it?" Celia noticed Ansu's fleeting, odd expression and immediately understood something.
Ansu looked at her, silently grumbling in his heart. The secrets he couldn't tell her weren't just one or two...
What Celia could least tolerate was deception, especially regarding the matter of Magic Immunity. If the vile witch knew her Hypnosis had been a joke from start to finish...
If she knew that everything he had said to her at the beginning was all lies and calculation (except for her being cute)...
He felt that being locked in a little black room would be considered a light punishment.
That kind of thing, please no...
Ansu admitted he still had some reservations in his heart. Although his relationship with the vile witch had developed to such an intimate stage... he still couldn't open his heart as unreservedly as she did.
Well... perhaps there would be such a day in the future.
Perhaps.
"Alright..." Celia keenly sensed the subtle change in his emotions and sighed softly. "I'm not forcing you to tell me. Since you're unwilling to speak, I won't ask..."
Ansu's gaze gradually softened.
Celia gently cupped Ansu's cheeks, letting him rest against her chest as her fingers tenderly combed through the hair at the back of his head. "If one day you want to confess to me... I'll be waiting for you to tell me yourself."
"Yeah..." Ansu's cheek was buried in her embrace, and he let out a muffled sound.
The two of them enjoyed a moment of silence and warmth.
"But..." Ansu suddenly raised his head. "Celia, let's agree on this beforehand. If the day of confession really comes... you can't get angry then!"
Celia's brows knit slightly as she looked down at Ansu suspiciously.
Just how big of a secret are you keeping from me?
Ansu smiled and said, "Remember the promise I won from our last bet? I want to use it here!"
Celia blinked in surprise.
"You're not going to go back on your word, are you?" When Ansu mentioned this, he couldn't help but think of the simulation in the ancient ruins—she had promised him she would "live," and she was indeed the type of person who kept her promises.
Celia pursed her lips helplessly. "I've always valued promises. Of course I won't go back on my word..."
"Good!" Ansu said with a grin. "I want you to promise me that no matter what I confess in the future, you're not allowed to get angry! And you're not allowed to do anything bad to me!"
Celia gave him an indignant glare. "Well, Ansu, so this is what you were waiting for?"
"Ms. Witch~" Ansu narrowed his eyes mischievously. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to break your persona of being a person who keeps their promises and does what they say, right?"
"I get it!" Celia huffed and said to him crossly, "I won't get angry with you! Even if you've lied to me, there might be an excuse, and it can be forgiven! Hmph! Is that enough?"
Ansu quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He won!
"But I still hope for a prerequisite." Celia suddenly smiled faintly. "Otherwise, this is too unfair to me. What if you abandon me in the future? Am I supposed to forgive you then?"
"What prerequisite?" Ansu asked curiously.
"I want you to guarantee that you won't betray me in the future! I want you to stay with me always... and be with me forever!"
Hearing this, Ansu immediately relaxed.
He thought it would be some harsh condition, but it was only this...
"I guarantee it. I promise you." Ansu looked at her and nodded solemnly.
"And what if you can't do it? What then?" Celia curled the corners of her mouth.
Ansu chuckled and joked nonchalantly, "Then you can really lock me up! I, Ansu Morris, will be at your disposal!"
He said it so easily because he truly meant it. How could he possibly break his word on this matter?
If he ever truly abandoned Celia, he would accept it even if she turned into a terrifying, crazy yandere and hunted him down every day...
Because that could never happen.
"Okay." The corners of Celia's mouth curved into a bright arc, and her eyes grew even softer. "I believe you!"
Her heart throbbed with overflowing joy, and the arms she had wrapped around Ansu tightened unconsciously. She had never felt so happy...
"I'm almost out of breath..." Ansu struggled to poke his head out and took a helpless deep breath. "Ms. Witch, are you carrying out the punishment in advance?"
Only then did Celia realize her loss of composure, and she released her arms with a crimson face.
Ansu glanced at the black magic vines still binding him and asked with a light laugh, "My dear Ms. Witch, why do I feel like today is all punishment and no reward?"
Although between the two of them, in a certain sense... punishment and reward were about the same...
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