Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School?

After Bai Yu’s relentless dress-up marathon, I was finally drained.

At the moment, I wore a fitted top with a dark, multi-layered chiffon skirt, delicate lace peeking out between the tiers. My legs were wrapped in black stockings—Bai Yu had slipped them on for me herself, coaching me on how to avoid snagging them.

I had lost track of how many outfits she had made me try on. Dresses, skirts, intricate ensembles—her suitcase felt like a bottomless fashion vault. I had been marveling at it the entire time, though that hadn’t stopped her from forcing me into one outfit after another.

This particular set might have seemed simple on its own, but once I threw on my witch cloak, the entire look transformed.

That witchy vibe hit just right—guess witches really did belong in girls’ clothes.

The cloak itself was dark, but not solid black. Instead, it had a sheer, gauzy depth to it, shifting subtly in color depending on what I wore.

As I moved, I caught glimpses of its magic at work, blending seamlessly with my outfit. A cloak that adapted to its wearer—now that was a piece worth keeping.

While Bai Yu was busy fussing, I grabbed my witch hat from the side and plopped it on my head. My long hair spilled down my back, giving off a breezy, relaxed look.

She hadn’t taught me how to tie it up yet, though. I’d never done it myself—zero experience. A rubber band dangled around my wrist, ready for whenever I’d give it a shot.

“Worn out after all that swapping, huh?” Bai Yu asked.

“Dead tired,” I shot back, not sugarcoating it. No point in being overly polite with her—we were way past that.

It was the first time I had seen Bai Yu so obsessed with something. She was usually so laid-back—why was she suddenly acting like some beauty-obsessed girly-girl? And why did it have to be at my expense?

“Sorry about that,” she said with a grin. “Think of it as payback for all these new clothes I got you. They weren’t cheap, you know.”

“Yeah, fair enough.”

I didn’t complain. She was right—I had hit the jackpot here. More than anything, Bai Yu was just giving me an excuse to accept it without guilt.

“So cute~ Seeing you take it in stride like this puts me at ease,” she cooed, before suddenly pulling me into a hug.

Before I could react, I was smothered in pure softness—her generous chest pressing against my face with no escape in sight.

First time getting the Bai Yu face-wash treatment!

Back in the day, I’d always kept a careful distance from her—like an unspoken rule we both followed.

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