Chapter 51: Looking for Fun
“Calm down, I’m not the senior from earlier; I won’t hurt you.” I immediately started to reassure her. After all, I didn’t want her to equate me with that perverted senior.
I’m not that kind of person; I’m just a fun-seeker.
“I don’t believe it! I don’t believe you! None of the people from Witch Academy are good!”
Although she said that, my words did provide her with some comfort. At least she knew that I wasn’t the senior who did those things to her before.
Even her tone had lost the previous anger, although there was still a strong defensive sense in her.
“Don’t say that; I’m a new student too. I just enrolled a couple of days ago. Don’t be afraid; I’m similar to you and won’t hurt you.”
I continued speaking and cautiously approached her. Seeing that she wasn’t mentally overwhelmed by the slightest thing, I let out a sigh of relief; it seemed she still had some rationality.
“Y-you… are also a new student?”
Upon hearing my explanation, she quieted down, but she still wanted to confirm again, and that wary look in her eyes was as if she were staring at a flood beast.
“Yes, that’s obvious.”
“Then… you are also…”
“Also what?” I responded with a hint of amusement and curiosity in my tone, watching her avoid making direct eye contact with me. I found it utterly delightful!
“N-no… nothing.” She decisively chose not to continue.
“Since it’s nothing, can I ask something…” I leaned down, looking at her still disheveled appearance, and pressed on with my questioning. I knew exactly what she wanted to ask but wouldn’t let go of such a good opportunity.
“What do you want to ask?” At this moment, she was looking at me with suspicion, her unease clear on her face.
This unease and fearful emotion, mingled with her current embarrassed demeanor, created a stark contrast to her steadfast beliefs, and it thrilled me!
“You are… a boy, right?”
I enunciated each word clearly, watching her evasive gaze and the way she occasionally met my eyes before rapidly looking away. I just wanted to fan the flames on this!
“I…”
“Shh~” I put my finger to my lips, interrupting her words. No matter what she wanted to say, it didn’t matter anymore.
Because keeping secrets is something everyone unconsciously does. I had pinpointed the matter she cared about the most. Even though it was obvious, I still wouldn’t let her say it out loud.
Sometimes whether something is said aloud is as different as revealing the last layer of a veil; they are two entirely different concepts.
This is a suggestion. If she can understand and has even a tiny bit of acceptance of the current situation, she will submit to my idea and set this matter aside for now.
After that, things would no longer be up to her. Losing her initial resistance, her thoughts of retreating and accepting would only lead her to gradually be forced to accept it in the academy.
This process of decline is so wonderful, and I am currently at the most critical point, the most intense ideological struggle for her to reverse and accept.
As I watched her expression, I knew I needed to stoke the flames further. I wanted her to preemptively categorize what was happening now as a “secret.” Once this concept formed, her internal resistance would not show so directly because of the secret.
The suppression of self is as terrifying as self-strategizing.
Although the secret is not the main reason, it is often the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.
What if I added some elements I liked to the development of my plan?
“Witch Academy is a girls’ school, you wouldn’t want others to know your original gender and be viewed differently for the rest of your life, would you?”
“This kind of life will continue for a long time, and you currently have no ability to escape from the cage of Witch Academy…” I quickly glanced into her eyes as I spoke. If she managed to respond with a rebuttal, my home advantage would be broken, so my tone was somewhat urgent, as if I empathized with her worries.
I could see her hesitating to speak several times; it seemed that the fun was still in my grasp. I didn’t expect her to be so indecisive, which kept me worried for a long time.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you keep your secret; this will be our secret.” I stood up, looking at the outcome of my verbal barrage.
The result was quite good. Although I personally felt I still had room for improvement and my rhetoric was somewhat immature, if the result was achieved, then everything was negotiable.
I took off my Witch Cloak and handed it to her. Her current clothing did look somewhat inadequate, and if it continued like this, I was afraid her outfit would really give out and completely fail.
However, just like me, her male witch transformation didn’t lead to much change in her chest area, and there was nothing appealing to see.
But the fair legs exposed were worth… cough, the scratches on them were a bit unsightly; in short, that was about it.
Moreover, her long hair seemed excessive; she didn’t seem to adapt to the sudden appearance of her long hair. Even when she tried to brush it aside, it still looked chaotic.
“Thank you…”
She quietly said to me.
Hearing gratitude from someone else made me feel like I was elevated. That contrast was really nice.
I came here for fun, and on the side, to pua her; just a simple reassurance also allowed me to receive her gratitude. Is there anything more interesting than this in the world?
There should be, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling happy right now.
“You’re welcome. Can you stand up?”
I asked with a hint of concern in my tone, mixed with an intentional distance. I controlled that distance to the perfect degree, one I could accept under my hypothetical circumstances.
However, from her appearance, she seemed quite okay. Getting too close would still be somewhat stimulating for her, who was still in a sensitive phase.
After all, I hadn’t told her that I had once been a boy. Although telling her might increase our sense of identification due to shared experiences, it might also make her think I’m a pervert and distance herself. So the best strategy was to say nothing.
The initiative was still in my hands.
“I’m still okay, thank you.”
She accepted my cloak but didn’t seem to plan to wear it. After all, from her perspective, she was receiving help from another girl, and her male mindset made her conflicted about whether to wear a girl’s clothing, even if it was just a cloak.
“You don’t need to say thank you; that seems distant. Just wear it; you wouldn’t find your current outfit suitable to go out, would you?” I continued, trying to strengthen our bond. Coupled with the secret, it would easily bring us closer together in relationship and goodwill.
However, this was a situation I had deliberately constructed; the reality was that she unilaterally felt our relationship was improving.
As for what she was really thinking now, I had no idea. At least her current behavior still met my expectations.
“Yeah…”
“By the way, my name is Yang Yuelan; I don’t know your name yet.” I said directly, after all, it’s just a name. I wouldn’t go so far as to concoct a fake name to deceive her.
“My name is… Quan Xiuzhu.” She was momentarily startled by my sudden question but still told me her name.
“Quan Xiuzhu… that’s a nice name. So do you want to continue using this name? Be careful of being recognized if there are people you know in the academy.”
“N-no, it’s fine. I think this name is great, and… how could there be anyone I know at Witch Academy…” As she spoke, Quan Xiuzhu’s tone was filled with melancholy, as if recalling some traumatic experiences.
“Don’t be sad; what’s done is done. Since we’re here, let’s make the best of it. If you have any problems, feel free to ask me.” I smiled subtly, after all, I wanted to keep an eye on this fun.
Since meeting here was fate, I won’t be polite.
