Wang Yue pulled Prima into her arms, her fingers grazing the girl’s delicate collarbone and snowy neck, brushing away tiny flakes of white skin.
“It’s time for a bath.”
“Mm…”
The disabled young girl turned beet-red, whether from the shyness of being touched or the embarrassment of Wang Yue pointing out she was “unclean.”
Wang Yue stood up to prepare the change of clothes and bath supplies.
“What scent of bath salts do you like?”
“Chili flavor,” a crisp, pleasant voice chirped from the side.
Ah, it was Lilith.
Wang Yue cast a smiling glance her way.
Lilith walked over and wrapped her arms around Wang Yue’s waist, her little hand sliding toward the gap between her legs, searching for the tail.
“Mana Replenishment! Mana Replenishment! Mana Replenishment!”
Hearing her clamoring, Wang Yue quickly and proactively offered the tail to her.
Lilith belonged to Room 204 to begin with, and she was the Dorm Head. Now that Prima’s condition had stabilized, the other roommates had been returning one by one, making the dorm lively once more.
“Lilith…” Prima smiled softly, her eyebrows lifting with joy.
This was the first time Lilith had seen Prima in several days.
Lilith kept her head down, not daring to look at the disabled girl. Her lips moved, but the words she wanted to say were swallowed back down.
The atmosphere grew stiff.
Lilith gripped the tail, her fingers trembling slightly.
She had clearly come over to say, ‘You saved my life, you’re my best friend, thank you.’ Yet, now that she was standing right there, she was too ashamed to even utter a simple “thanks.”
Her tongue was tied, her mouth wouldn’t open, and she didn’t dare make eye contact…
How did it come to this?
Am I even going to mess up an apology?
Lilith’s breathing grew ragged, her grip tightening.
Damn it, I’m not even afraid of dying, so why am I afraid of saying thank you?
Heh, how pathetic…
She mocked herself ruthlessly in her mind, her expression awkward and her eyes darting around. She completely forgot she was still holding the tail, subconsciously wringing it like a wet towel. Wang Yue winced in pain and cried out:
“Hey! Don’t take your guilt out on me!”
Lilith hurriedly let go, her apologetic caress making the sore spot feel better again.
“You’re taking too long. I’ll say it for you.”
Wang Yue stepped behind Lilith, placed her hands on the corners of the girl’s mouth, and pulled them into a forced smile. She then imitated Lilith’s usual tone:
“Hmph! Who told you to go and save me without permission? Anyway… thanks.”
“Ah…” Prima felt the subtle shift in the air, not quite knowing how to respond.
Lilith scrambled onto the communal bed and performed a formal dogeza bow toward Prima, her face buried in the bedding as a tiny voice drifted out:
“…It’s exactly like that.”
The moment she finished, she suddenly sprang up like a startled frog, knocking Wang Yue over. She straddled Wang Yue’s waist, pinning her shoulders down with both hands. Her face was flushed crimson, and she gritted her teeth.
“Who told you to go around imitating me?!”
Wang Yue narrowed her eyes and laughed. Lilith’s bashful, huffy tone gave her a slight sense of satisfaction.
The way the black-haired girl’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk made Lilith’s heart itch. She panted, staring at those thin lips, feeling an increasing urge to bite them—to make her hurt first, then make her feel good.
After staring for a while, the golden-haired girl, wanting a taste but not quite daring to take it, asked with panicked eyes:
“Can I?”
“No.”
“If Plum agrees, then can I?”
“She won’t agree. She’ll just turn her head away and say, ‘I’m not giving it to you.'”
“Hmph.”
Lilith stood up, tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and sat down to the side.
***
The washroom.
Wang Yue held Prima, a look of difficulty on her face.
Although she had the disabled girl sitting on her lap with her back pressed against her, once they were covered in soap suds and foam, they both became incredibly slippery—like two snowy slugs tangled together.
Wang Yue prayed in her heart: Please don’t let her slip out…
If her grip failed, Prima would surely slide ten meters across the wet floor tiles like a curling stone. It was a terrifying thought.
Holding her by the waist while washing wasn’t the most secure method; grabbing her by the scruff of the neck would be more stable, but that was too rough. It would look less like washing a person and more like bathing a cat.
“I am a little painter, my skills are very grand. I’m going to paint this little girl, the prettiest in the land…”
Wang Yue hummed a tune, wrapping a linen cloth around her hand to carefully scrub Prima. She scrubbed the front, then the back, missing not a single corner. Prima was scrubbed until she was as red as a boiled shrimp, her little face flushed a deep, dripping scarlet.
After rinsing off, the two soaked in the tub. The bath salts were milk-scented—certainly not chili.
With the dead skin removed, Prima’s small body became exceptionally fair and tender.
Two days later, as the final toe was repaired, Prima—with Wang Yue’s support—struggled to stand up. Her movements were slow and labored, like a newborn lamb, her legs shaking and precarious.
“I… I’m standing!” Prima said, her voice strained. Unspeakable emotions surged like a rising tide; excitement was mixed with a trace of terror, like a fledgling bird’s first flight.
Wang Yue stared intently at those pale, slender legs. They were long and straight with beautiful curves—after all, they had been modeled and manufactured rather than grown naturally.
Everyone in the dorm stood and watched. More people crowded at the doorway. The room was pin-drop silent; no one dared to speak.
Under the collective gaze, Prima was incredibly nervous. She bit her lip and focused her mind, her steps becoming steadier. Finally, swinging her arms, she took a vigorous stride and walked right out of the dorm!
In an instant, cheers flooded the entire dormitory building!
“Prima’s ‘parts’ are all back!”
“It’s a miracle!”
“Wang Yue is so, so, so amazing!”
“Prima’s hands and legs are so beautiful, she looks like a princess!”
“She’s so lovely… I never noticed it before. Ah, I really want to get to know her again…”
“You don’t have a chance. She already belongs to Wang Yue.”
“Is that how it is?”
“Hmph, they’ve been cuddling for three days straight. Every part of her body must have been carefully caressed by Wang Yue.”
“Ah, I want Wang Yue to help me get taller.”
“I want double eyelid surgery…”
“I want my cheekbones shaved…”
The little witches gossiped fervently, but Wang Yue had already slipped away, leading Dorothy to their agreed-upon meeting place.
It was a changing room with lockers on both sides and a leather-covered bench in the middle.
Pandora had been waiting for a long time.
The cold moonlight shone through the window, outlining the elegant silhouette of the girl with long, black hair.
Wang Yue walked in from the doorway, lifting her gaze to stare at her bluntly.
The moment their eyes met, sparks flew!
“Ohoho… did you bring the doggy?” Pandora let out a teasing laugh.
She was extremely confident in her Sinful Fragrance. When humans caught the scent of the Flower of Evil, they were like bees—plunging in with biological instinct, sucking feverishly until they became simple-minded beasts under her control.
“If you call her a dog one more time, I’m going to pat the back of your head,” Wang Yue said seriously.
“What do you mean?” Pandora didn’t understand.
“It means your tongue will snap off like a gecko’s tail in fright, wriggling around in your mouth so you can never speak again.”
“Haha, how brutal…”
Pandora was amused, but a wave of fear involuntarily surged in her heart.
After hearing about how Wang Yue had repaired the disabled girl, she had realized one thing—her “Mother” already possessed the authority to deconstruct and reconstruct biological life.
She knew very well that her Mother was being serious. She really would remove her tongue—and her ribs too.
Moreover, when her Mother went to take the ribs, her hand might “slip” and reach for the Pandora’s Box. She would use that terrifying tone parents use when checking a child’s backpack—Let me see.
Pandora’s nerves were stretched to the limit. Her eyebrows twitched, and she found herself smiling idiotically. Her chances of winning were high, but if she lost, she would likely die.
It was like playing Russian roulette with a pistol pressed against her temple. Though her face was smiling, her mind was on the brink of collapse.
“What are you so nervous about?”
Wang Yue took in the black-haired girl’s expression, finding it increasingly strange. Pandora’s reactions were inconsistent. When they had first bet her ribs, Pandora had been dismissive; now, she seemed terrified of losing.
“I’m excited! Just the thought of becoming your little maid makes me tremble all over!” Pandora shouted provocatively.
“Stop playing dumb. Your motive is too obvious. Becoming my maid is just a means to an end, isn’t it?” Wang Yue sneered.
Being ruthlessly exposed, Pandora’s face turned pale. She was about to fabricate another excuse when she saw Wang Yue step aside to let Dorothy in. The pink-haired girl was carrying a manual lottery machine—an octagonal glass case filled with candy-like balls.
“What is that for?” Pandora asked, bewildered.
“For the sake of fairness, we should naturally use the same candy,” Wang Yue said casually.
Pandora’s face immediately fell, lengthening until it looked like a donkey’s.
