Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Mirrorheart brought Loren his clothes, and Loren left the bathtub. Taking a bath with Anna was a bit too much for him to handle; Anna kept fidgeting and stepping on him, giving him certain sensations. He could only wait until after dinner to ask Mirrorheart for some help.

”Boring…”

After Loren left, Anna didn’t continue bathing either and prepared to go eat.

Rather than coming to bathe, Anna was more like coming to harass Loren.

”My chopsticks fell.”

During the meal, Mirrorheart’s chopsticks suddenly fell to the floor. Everyone was already used to this and didn’t pay it much mind.

”Do you need my chopsticks to fall as well?”

While Mirrorheart ducked under the table to pick up her chopsticks, Seraphina asked a question.

”Forget it…”

Loren had initially thought he wouldn’t need to go find Mirrorheart later and could resolve things right now, but after being directly called out by Seraphina, Loren felt somewhat embarrassed.But since he was already here…

Unlike the pure witches, Seraphina knew a thing or two. What she didn’t know before, she had learned during her time with Mirrorheart. Moreover, her attitude towards Loren was very clear: as long as Loren asked, she would happily agree to whatever he wanted. It was just that Loren was too embarrassed to ask.

Fortunately, no one else realized what was happening here. Anna was still happily eating her meal. The dinner time passed peacefully like this.

”I’m going to rest for a bit. Call me if anything comes up.”

Loren stretched lazily and walked back to his room. He lay down and immediately fell asleep; he was truly tired.

...

When Loren opened his eyes, he found he wasn’t in his room. His surroundings were a blank, white space.

”Good evening, Master Mentor.”

The voice appeared directly in Loren’s mind. This kind of incomprehensible voice was very familiar to Loren; it came from the God of Pleasure, Cassian.

”The task you assigned is done. I’ve turned many Dream Trees into watermelon trees.

”So, for now, you should still have the people around you be careful. Currently, dreaming will only make one feel like they’ve turned into a watermelon hanging on a tree all night, unable to control themselves or wake up.”

”...”

Loren didn’t know how to comment. He could only say this was very much in line with Cassian’s style.

Previously, when Loren summoned Him, he also gave Him a temporary chance to descend here. Any other Outer God would have seized this opportunity to desperately try to corrupt this world, but Cassian just used this chance to play a prank on the God of Dreams.

As for why watermelons would grow on trees, that sort of thing was normal for Cassian.

”By the way, the God of Dreams is planning to make a move against you recently. Be careful.

”Communicating with you too much will pollute me. I’m slipping away now. I hope you like the gift I gave you.”

After saying this, Cassian’s voice vanished.

”Well, I’ll be damned…”

Loren communicates with Outer Gods; he isn’t afraid of them polluting him, yet the Outer Gods are afraid of being polluted by *him*.

Cassian doesn’t lie. Although He often deceives people, He always uses the truth to do it.

So, communicating with Loren would indeed pollute Him, but it might be pollution from the player’s status or pollution from the Observer’s blessing. The interpretation of that statement has a lot of wiggle room.

The interpretation of the other statement has just as much wiggle room. The God of Dreams planning to make a move against Loren ’recently’—for an Outer God, a hundred million years later is also ’recent.’ Furthermore, the God of Dreams might not necessarily be *that* Orthodox God of Dreams; He might have renamed a stray dog on the roadside as the ’God of Dreams.’

Loren didn’t pay too much attention to any of this. As long as he was sure Cassian had indeed messed with the God of Dreams, that was good. This news was good for Loren no matter how you looked at it.

When Loren opened his eyes again, it was already afternoon. He had slept for a very long time, and no one had disturbed him during this period.

”That was a really comfortable sleep…”

Loren stretched, and then he saw a pink-and-blue-haired loli lying beside him.

”Movila? Why are you here?”

As soon as Loren sat up, he realized there wasn’t just one Movila beside him. There was one lying on each side of him, many more lying haphazardly on the floor, and even one on his legs.

There were dozens of Movilas in this room.

Loren’s movement just now woke the Movila beside him. She rubbed her eyes and sleepily greeted Loren:

”Good morning, Master.”

Her voice also woke the others, and Loren was instantly inundated with greetings.

”Why are there so many of you?”

”Oh, a few more soul fragments just fused, that’s all. Everyone wanted to get closer to you.”

After saying this, Movila even demonstrated for Loren: two lolis fused into one young girl, and two young girls fused into one adult woman. Three Movilas of different ages and physiques surrounded Loren, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

”Better change back to how you were before.”

”Oh, you like it like this.”

Movila responded and then began splitting again, finally turning back into a group of lolis who surrounded Loren, clinging to him.

”I meant change back into crows. Your other soul fragments had better not take human form, otherwise people might discover your witch identity…”

”Understood, Master.”

After saying this, the Movilas split into crows again, leaving only one Movila hanging around Loren’s neck.

”Why do you call me Master?”

The witches have many ways of addressing Loren: baba, Master Mentor, Master, or just his name. Only Laila does that, only Anna calls him baba, and Naclis might shout it when she gets emotional.

”Because it makes our relationship seem closer. Besides, I’m quite like your pet, aren’t I? You often feed me…”

As she spoke, Movila even licked Loren’s finger.

”Alright, as long as you’re happy.”

This was also a manifestation of her inferiority complex. With so many girls around Loren, Movila felt that as a latecomer, she definitely couldn’t compare to them. So, she was degrading her own personhood, treating herself as a pet, believing she might only receive a shred of affection from Loren after wagging her tail and begging.

This kind of mindset can’t be corrected overnight. Luna is the same; even now, Luna hardly dares to speak to Loren. Only Scarlett has such a big heart.

Sometimes having a big heart is a good thing; at least you don’t get caught up in internal struggles.

”Let’s go, time for dinner.”

Loren casually picked up Movila. At least from her appearance, she was the youngest among everyone.

One thing Loren was grateful for was that despite having so many clones, Movila’s appetite was still that of one person. Otherwise, with Movila and Anna combined, Loren would really have to think about how to continue making money.

”Okay.”

Movila leaned her body against Loren, enjoying this hard-won moment of tenderness.

She gently closed her eyes. At this moment, her happiness had reached its peak. Even if she died tomorrow, she would have no regrets. For her, this was already enough.