Chapter 23: From today on, your body and soul belong to me.

Lin Qingya remained deep in hypnosis, repeating Bai Wanting’s words without thought, like a marionette reciting its lines.

“Thank you… for Sister’s… psychological counseling…”

That vacant gaze, that utter submission—it overwhelmed Bai Wanting with uncontainable possessiveness.

She savored stroking Lin Qingya’s delicate, tender cheek, relishing the flawless texture under her palm.

Moments later, her fingers pressed slightly, lifting Lin Qingya’s chin, forcing her exquisite little face fully toward her.

This time, Bai Wanting wouldn’t rely solely on hypnotic commands.

She was ready for a bolder experiment.

With a surge of profound, immense magic, Bai Wanting’s pupils shifted back to the witch’s bewitching violet hue!

That purple held cosmic stars, so deep it could swallow souls whole.

“My good little Qingya, look deeply into my eyes.”

Bai Wanting’s voice grew more ethereal, each syllable drawing Lin Qingya’s soul closer.

Lin Qingya stared blankly into Bai Wanting’s eyes.

Her once-empty gaze now reflected only that hypnotic purple, all thoughts and awareness dissolving into oblivion.

It worked!

Bai Wanting’s heart leaped with joy.

Just as she’d suspected!

As long as Lin Qingya’s emotions stayed stable, without sudden spikes, that cursed cat-ear device wouldn’t trigger its passive defense.

She’d gleaned this from last night’s fight with that pink-haired pest, Weire.

Bai Wanting had noticed the magical girl power system seemed tied to “emotions”—that idealistic element.

Rage had amplified Weire’s strength, transforming her weapon.

By extension, Lin Qingya’s device likely activated its defense on “intense emotional fluctuations.”

That’s why Bai Wanting had chosen hypnosis from the start—a patient, gentle erosion of her mind.

Her earlier impatience, posing that loaded question—“Be my girlfriend or give up being a magical girl”—had sparked turmoil, triggering the backlash and failing the hypnosis.

Learn from mistakes, grow wiser.

This time, she wouldn’t repeat it.

With that resolve, Bai Wanting shifted to a more thorough approach.

Hypnosis to drown her, witch’s power to corrupt her.

Two-pronged assault—the safest, most perfect plan!

She focused all her magic into her eyes, unleashing the witch’s mental seduction at full force!

Purple light blazed, even tinging Lin Qingya’s vacant pupils with a faint violet haze.

The moment was ripe.

Bai Wanting cupped her cheeks gently, gazing down into those fully conquered eyes, asking softly:

“Qingya, do you like me?”

Without hesitation, Lin Qingya replied.

“I like you…”

Her voice was pure instinct, raw honesty.

Bai Wanting nodded, pleased, coaxing further: “And how much do you like me, Qingya?”

“So much… so much I can’t escape it…”

Lin Qingya gazed at her dreamily, voicing her soul’s deepest yearning.

“Good girl.” Bai Wanting’s tone brimmed with approval and indulgence. “Actually, Sister likes you the most too. We’re mutual, aren’t we?”

“That’s wonderful…”

Lin Qingya sank into the violet tenderness, murmuring: “I… and Sister… we like each other…”

A spark of happiness flickered in her violet-tinged eyes.

Perfect—positive emotions, no device reaction.

“Yes…” Bai Wanting continued, subtly shifting, laying her first trap.

“But… Sister feels insecure. After all, I’m so much older than you. I’m always afraid… afraid you’ll think I’m old one day, and stop liking me.”

She lowered her eyes, feigning vulnerability, her tone laced with genuine-seeming unease and fragility.

This show of weakness was a direct hit on Lin Qingya, whose world was filled with Bai Wanting.

“No! Never!” Lin Qingya protested urgently.

“I’ll only ever love Sister—for my whole life! Only Sister! I’ve never minded your age… and I never will!”

Her desperate loyalty fed Bai Wanting’s twisted possessiveness immensely.

The fish had bitten.

“Really?” Bai Wanting pressed. “Then… can Qingya give Sister some security?”

“Absolutely!” Lin Qingya declared firmly. “I’ll make sure Sister feels secure!”

“And how will you do that, Qingya?”

Bai Wanting’s tone turned subtle, tossing the carefully baited trap with innocent cunning.

“Would you… offer everything to me? Your body, your heart, everything…”

“Sigh, I feel like that’s too much to ask… you probably won’t agree… it’s too hard on you…”

A masterful psychological ploy—reverse psychology.

By presupposing refusal, it ignited the urge to prove devotion.

Bai Wanting sighed theatrically, feigning disappointment.

Sure enough, the fully entranced Lin Qingya, reduced to instincts, fell straight into the snare.

“I agree!”

Lin Qingya answered without thought, her voice brimming with resolve.

“I’ll offer everything to Sister!”

Bai Wanting’s heart pounded fiercely.

Success!

She’d made Lin Qingya say it herself!

But she knew one final step remained.

She needed to root this in Lin Qingya’s subconscious, etching it indelibly into her soul, inescapable forever.

So, she sighed dramatically, her face a mask of worry and reluctance.

“But… won’t that be too hard on you, Qingya?”

“I’m afraid… you’re just saying it to make Sister happy, not because you truly want to give everything…”

Another layer, making Lin Qingya convince herself.

This time, she’d let her argue it was all voluntary!

As expected, Lin Qingya’s reaction was even fiercer than anticipated.

“No! It’s my choice!”

She nearly cried from urgency, the doubt an affront to her love.

“I truly want to give everything to Sister—from the bottom of my heart! No hardship at all! Offering myself to Sister… it’s my honor!”

Those words pierced Bai Wanting’s soul!

She could no longer suppress the thrill and ecstasy, a flush creeping up her cheeks.

Enough—it was more than enough.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Bai Wanting locked eyes with Lin Qingya, her violet gaze now cold with authority and utter possession.

“Since Qingya has decided to offer everything to me…”

She paused, imprinting the final verdict into the girl’s soul, word by word.

“Then… your body and heart are all Sister’s now…”

Lin Qingya’s body quivered faintly, then she murmured with fervent devotion: “Yes… my body and heart… all Sister’s…”

“And so…”

Bai Wanting leaned to her ear, her warm breath grazing the lobe, softly uttering the phrase that redefined their bond.

“Lin Qingya, from today… Sister is your master.”