Chapter 180: Witch’s Feast

Chapter 180 -177: Witch’s Feast

Jin Meiting stood up, frowning as she walked toward Zhang Shi’ai.

Zhang Shi’ai quickly lowered her head, murmuring nonstop:

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Suddenly, warmth enveloped her.

Zhang Shi’ai looked up in astonishment and glanced at her shoulders.

The beautiful school nurse she had never seen before had draped her white coat, still carrying a faint, warm fragrance, over her.

“You’re sick. Let me treat you, okay?”

A mature, womanly voice—gentle, enchanting, and enough to make her heart flutter and her body go weak—rang in her ear.

Zhang Shi’ai stared in shock at the captivating, purple-haired woman before her and replied subconsciously:

“Okay.”

Aside from Sister Taotao, the risqué internet celebrity, this was the first time someone had made her feel warm.

Jin Meiting said:

“Go on, sweetie. Lie down on the bed.”

Zhang Shi’ai’s face turned red.

‘The school nurse… is a woman!’

‘Oh, god!’

‘What am I thinking?!’

‘The school nurse is a beautiful woman!’

‘What in the world am I thinking!?’

As if her brain had been short-circuited by hormones, Zhang Shi’ai climbed onto the medical bed, her face bright red, not daring to look at Jin Meiting.

At that moment, she felt the clothes over her lower abdomen being lifted.

A delicate, boneless-feeling hand traced lines over her lower abdomen with its fingertips.

Zhang Shi’ai was a little dazed.

‘Is this… how you treat a cold and fever?’

Zhang Shi’ai felt a fiery heat in her lower abdomen, as if a fire had been lit.

No, it was as if someone had placed a small stove on her stomach.

Because her family neglected her during her periods, she suffered from a severe “uterine cold.”

But now… she felt incredibly warm.

“Mmm…”

She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Just then, Zhang Shi’ai heard Jin Meiting’s sultry, tingling voice:

“You’re a high-ranking member of the Mutual Aid Association, aren’t you?”

Zhang Shi’ai froze. She opened her eyes to meet Jin Meiting’s deep, mysterious gaze.

She nodded.

“Y-Yes, I am. Miss, are you also…”

A playful smile touched the corners of Jin Meiting’s lips.

“You could say that. I’m from… the Witch Association.”

Zhang Shi’ai’s eyes shot wide open.

‘The Witch Association?’

Of course she knew of the Witch Association.

After becoming a high-ranking member of the Mutual Aid Association, one would receive some special, world-shattering information.

The true face of the Mutual Aid Association was a church—a church that worshipped the Lord of Dusk!

When a member of the Mutual Aid Association earned the gaze of Dusk, a Witch would come to guide them, allowing them to become an attendant serving Dusk.

And the Witches themselves were all fortunate women who sat at Dusk’s knee, enjoying His protection.

She had always thought it was just a legend.

After all, Deities and all that were just too far-fetched.

But her faith in Dusk was sincere.

It was like certain believers who, even if they didn’t think the god of their church existed in reality, still believed in their Buddha or their Western Emperor.

Now, a beautiful woman was telling her that she was a Witch. How could she not be astonished?

Zhang Shi’ai stared at Jin Meiting without blinking.

She had fantasized that the stories of Dusk were true, fantasized that Dusk would send a Witch to guide her away from the suffering of the Human World.

This beautiful woman certainly fulfilled all her fantasies about what a Witch would be like.

For a moment, Zhang Shi’ai didn’t know what to say.

Of course, she still believed the legends of Dusk were false.

The woman before her was likely just a deeply devoted follower.

Zhang Shi’ai was silent for a long moment before she asked:

“Miss, why… were you looking for me?”

Jin Meiting’s fingers were still tracing over Zhang Shi’ai’s lower abdomen, drawing the Succubus’s Evil Mark.

“Dusk’s gaze has fallen upon you.”

Zhang Shi’ai was stunned.

“Wh-What?”

Jin Meiting’s pupils changed, transforming into the shape of hearts.

Two goat horns, representing Demons and lust, sprouted from her head.

Hormones seemed to fill the small infirmary, then explode.

Zhang Shi’ai’s mouth fell open in shock.

There was no fear, no panic—only shock and… excitement!

In the stories of the Lord of Dusk, the head of the Witch Association was a Succubus who had been redeemed by Dusk.

The Jin Meiting before her perfectly matched the image of a Succubus!

‘The stories of the Lord of Dusk are real!’

Jin Meiting stopped what she was doing with her hands.

The Succubus’s Evil Mark was now complete.

Zhang Shi’ai sensed something and looked down.

On her lower abdomen was a pattern—red, bewitching, bizarre, and filled with an aura of desire!

This was the mark of the Witch Association!

At the same time, she could sense a Profound and wicked power within her.

‘Am I… a Witch now?’

Jin Meiting straightened up and said:

“The Lord of Dusk truly likes you.”

Zhang Shi’ai looked at Jin Meiting, not understanding.

She was still reeling from the shock.

The pleasant surprise in her eyes made her entire person seem to brighten up.

Jin Meiting said:

“The Lord of Dusk has issued a divine decree, ordering the Witch Association to deal with the filth in this school.

He wants to welcome you with a holy war waged by the Witch Association.”

Zhang Shi’ai sat up abruptly, swallowed hard, her eyes filled with excitement and devotion:

“I am willing to do anything for Dusk and the Witch Association! Who is the enemy?”

Zhang Shi’ai felt that saying those words was so cringey, and her face flushed red with embarrassment.

Jin Meiting removed the leather band tying back her long purple hair and shook her head, letting her hair cascade down like a waterfall of stars.

She leaned close to Zhang Shi’ai, tidying her messy hair as she spoke in a contemptuous tone:

“Just the lingering poison the Western Emperor left behind in the Human World.”

Zhang Shi’ai’s mouth fell slightly agape.

‘The Western Emperor?’

‘Who doesn’t know that name?’

‘She even has classmates who believe in the Western Emperor!’