Otaku Witch-Chapter 1836 - 948: Making Up for It with Delight
A week later, at the House of Aphrodite.
"Aunt Eliza, I want more."
Dorothy looked at Madame Nine-tailed Fox in front of her, panting heavily, her eyes burning with desire as she spoke.
She was like a ravenous wolf meeting a plump little rabbit, unable to stop the drool from flowing.
In response, Eliza took a fearful step back, her long tails protecting her chest, a defensive habit of a Nine-Tailed Fox in extreme fear. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"Dorothy, you're still young, Auntie knows young people at your age tend to be impulsive, but some things need moderation. Spare Auntie, she's not as quick as she used to be."
Madame Nine-tailed Fox's once alluring voice trembled slightly as she pleaded pitifully.
In response, the Homebody Witch frowned slightly, showing a bit of dissatisfaction, then turned her gaze to Succubus Madam, sprawled weakly on the sofa.
"Then Aunt Iris, you've been resting for a long time, let's start a new round soon."
Upon hearing this, Iris's voluptuous body shuddered, her once limp tail instantly stiffening.
"No, I can't, I'm exhausted. If we go on, I'll break, I might really die."
This well-known Enchanting Dancer was once adept at facial expressions, her captivating expressions on stage often left audiences mesmerized.
But now, Iris's control over her expressions collapsed, losing her former confidence and composure, her face filled with fear and terror that should have been captivatingly beautiful.
As if Dorothy was some terrifying monster that devoured without trace.
Seeing such a huge reaction from Succubus Madam, Dorothy frowned even more.
This isn't how it's supposed to be. She felt like she just found her rhythm, hadn't even begun, and the aunties were already acting like they were dying. What about her? This unresolved feeling was unbearable.
"Aunties, you're Peak Witches, international stars, how can you say you can't? Trust yourselves, let's try a little harder. I swear I'll be gentler next time, not as rough as before, we'll take it slowly, okay?"
She revealed a gentle smile, seemingly harmless, as she spoke softly.
Ah, she slipped into her old ways, losing control without care, seemingly scared the two Madams. A blunder, she should have disguised herself for longevity.
She tried mending past mistakes, but having seen her true nature, how could the two Madams believe her lies?
The two Madams were already scared into hugging each other tightly.
"You said that on the first day, Dorothy, please, spare us Aunties, we can't continue."
"Please, practice on your own for a while, we're begging you, next time when you come back, we'll try harder for you, alright?"
The two Madams trembled pitifully in their appeal.
Originally Spiritual School witches, masters of the Charm Series, with stunning beauty, their pitiful act, complemented by their tearful, pleading eyes, easily evoked empathy even from the most ruthless assassin.
Alas, these small tricks worked wonders against a famished dragon.
"Haha, I knew you could do it, Aunties, otherwise how could you ever charm me? I get it, this is definitely a test you've set for me."
Dorothy's frown softened, revealing a bright smile, as she gently stepped forward.
This step was soft, graceful, like the first step of a dancer.
As she took this step, her presence boldly invaded Eliza and Iris's vision, eyes being windows to the soul, now directly penetrating through.
The two Peak Witches from the Spiritual School, who had charmed others all their lives, now showed uncontrollable shock in their eyes.
Heavenly Demon Dance.
This was indeed their lifelong research, the ultimate technique—Heavenly Demon Dance.
One dance toppled cities, another toppled nations.
The ultimate Heavenly Demon Dance could charm the world, a terrifying Forbidden Curse that made a great world surrender.
In the past, the couple often manipulated beings with this beautiful yet dreadful dance, but now, they experienced the feeling of enemies once charmed by them.
Though shocked, before the thought could spread through their bodies, the indescribable charm of Face of God had already enveloped them.
No longer just spreading untrained charm, now, this Authority Level charm perfectly controlled, precisely etched into their hearts.
Thus, the fear on the Madams' faces began to fade, their pupils turning to the shape of hearts, eyes growing fervent and obsequious.
In their view at that moment, the Homebody Witch before them was their god, their everything, willing to do anything for her, desperate only to please.
