Chapter 54: Absolute possession, polluting all of you!

In the luxurious penthouse suite, the soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the entwined figures in an intimate haze.
Bai Wanting tenderly caressed the cheek of the girl in her arms. Lin Qingya’s almond eyes, once brimming with shy affection, now stared blankly, devoid of light.

Leaning down, Bai Wanting’s warm lips brushed Qingya’s ear, her voice a whisper only they could hear.
“Xiaoya.”

The petite figure in her arms was docile, like a soulless, exquisite doll.
Qingya’s eyes remained vacant, her voice flat but clear, murmuring in response.
“Master, Xiaoya is here.”

The title sent a flicker of satisfaction and obsession through Bai Wanting’s eyes.
She loved everything about Lin Qingya—whether it was the stubborn, blushing girl in the sunlight or this utterly obedient “doll” that belonged solely to her.

“Now, tell Sister everything you did tonight.”
“Every detail, leave nothing out.”
Bai Wanting gently kissed Qingya’s forehead, her fingertips tracing along her collarbone.

“Yes, Master.”
Qingya complied, her blank gaze fixed forward as she recounted everything without reservation.
“The operation began at 9 p.m. I used my void ability to link my magic to my phone, infiltrating Gan City’s network to start a traceless, citywide forced livestream.
Then, I activated my void invisibility, lurking inside the police station to locate where Zhang Biao, Li Qiang, and Ma Hua were held.”

Bai Wanting listened quietly, her fingers trailing down Qingya’s neck, circling gently on her soft, flat stomach.

“I encountered an unexpected situation at the station,” Qingya continued, her tone pausing slightly, not from emotion but from stating facts.
“I saw my three comrades—Wei Re, Ling Lan, and Xin Lü—led by a local magical girl, codenamed Jin Ling.
Strangely, all the police treated Jin Ling as their temporary chief, obeying her completely.”

Bai Wanting’s stroking paused, a glint of contemplation flashing in her eyes.
Chief?

Qingya’s report continued.
“I judged their presence would disrupt my plan but also provided a perfect opportunity to confirm the criminals’ location.
So, I followed them invisibly and, as expected, found the three scumbags in a hidden room within the walls.
After they completed their handover with the police, I remained invisible, knocked out Zhang Biao, Li Qiang, and Ma Hua one by one to ensure silence, then used my void ability to phase them through the walls, escaping to the deserted outskirts.
I disabled their limbs, started the citywide livestream, interrogated them, and… executed them.”

She laid out the entire process meticulously—every time point, every action, no detail spared.
Bai Wanting listened intently, absorbing every word.
When Qingya finished, she pinched her cheek affectionately and planted a soft kiss on her lips, her eyes brimming with pride and love.
“My brave little treasure.”
Her voice was sweet, indulgent.

But her tone shifted, her eyes cooling with scrutiny and analysis.
“But you said… the police were working directly with those magical girls? And treated this Jin Ling as their chief?”
She tapped her chin, musing. “What’s going on here?”

Qingya’s blank gaze persisted, her emotionless voice replying mechanically.
“Reporting to Master, I’m not entirely sure.
But I speculate they were assigned a mission by the transformation device, likely to assist the police in a protection task, per the device’s usual protocol.
Their arrival allowed me to follow them and pinpoint the scumbags’ exact location.”

Bai Wanting absentmindedly stroked Qingya’s smooth thigh, savoring the warm, delicate texture, while her mind raced.
She mentally reviewed every step of Qingya’s plan, checking for flaws.
Xiaoya’s meticulousness made her proud—every link in the chain was flawless, even using the other magical girls to locate the criminals.

So, the only variable was those unexpected magical girls.
Especially this Jin Ling, treated as a “chief.”

Bai Wanting knew better than anyone how hard it was to twist human cognition and common sense.
Even for her, planting the “Barbie doll” trigger in Qingya’s soul for absolute obedience required countless hypnotic sessions and psychological nudges—and that was with Qingya’s pre-existing trust.
To broadly distort an entire police station’s perception in such a short time, making them accept a teenage girl as their leader?
No ordinary magical girl could do that.
Even mental-based abilities had limits in range and intensity—nothing could achieve this absurdity.

That left one answer.
Bai Wanting’s gaze grew colder.
It was that damned transformation device.
The entity behind the “magical girl” system had directly intervened.

This realization set off alarm bells in her mind.
That hidden thing was far more complex and terrifying than she’d imagined.
It didn’t just issue missions and monitor magical girls—it could alter reality’s rules to this extent.

No.
She had to speed things up.
No threat could be allowed to endanger her reclaimed treasure.

With that thought, Bai Wanting didn’t hesitate.
She placed her slender fingers on Qingya’s stomach.
Leaning down, her warm lips brushed Qingya’s ear, her voice soft and commanding.
“Xiaoya, open your heart. Focus all your mind on feeling Sister’s magic.”

“Yes, Master.”
Qingya obeyed instantly, dropping all defenses, offering herself completely.

The next moment, a bewitching purple glow emanated from Bai Wanting’s fingertips.
A pure, sinister purple-black magic flowed from her fingers, seeping into Qingya’s body.
The power was aggressive and possessive yet gently enveloped Qingya’s pure white magical source, coaxing and assimilating it.

Qingya’s body trembled instinctively but calmed under the hypnotic command.
In her deep trance, she felt a familiar, intimate warmth filling her limbs, tightening her bond with her “Master.”

Minutes later, Bai Wanting stopped the magic transfer.
She lowered her gaze to Qingya’s pale stomach.
There, the once-faint, seductive purple-red heart mark had deepened, radiating an eerie, captivating beauty.

Sensing the magic fluctuations—both her own and Qingya’s—Bai Wanting murmured, surprised.
“The progress… is already at ten percent?”
“Very good.”

Though far from 100%, she knew not to rush.
She would use the gentlest methods to dye this pure white kitten—magic and soul—entirely in her colors.
To make her… her exclusive little princess.