Anyway, Let's Start Spinning

The sun set behind the western mountains, and the dying light was as red as blood.

In the second-floor bedroom of Lynch's house, the lighting was dim, and the atmosphere was as heavy as the calm before a storm.

The curtains were drawn tight, not letting a single ray of light seep through.

On the large bed, spacious enough for three people to roll around on, there was a massive bulge shaped like a silkworm cocoon.

Felsy had buried her entire self under the quilt, not exposing even a single strand of hair.

If someone were to lift the covers right now, they would discover that the world-destroying witch who had once struck terror across the entire continent and could make a king kneel with a single glance was currently curled up in a ball. Both of her hands were tightly covering her face, and she was as red as a freshly boiled deep-sea lobster.

"Ahhhhhh—!!!"

A suppressed, agonizing wail came from under the blankets, accompanied by the muffled sounds of feet wildly kicking the mattress.

It was too embarrassing.

It was simply too embarrassing!

The moment she closed her eyes, Aunt Mary's wrinkled, smiling face and Da Zhuang's wife's teasing gaze would automatically loop in her mind.

"That is a man's essence!" "That is the source of life!" "That is the most joyful thing between a husband and wife!"

These brazen words were like demonic whispers piercing her ears, frantically shattering her already precarious worldview.

"Pus... I actually called that pus..."

Felsy bit her lip in the dark, so ashamed that she wished she could cast a forbidden spell to bury herself on the spot.

To think that she, Felsy, had roamed the Demon Realm for hundreds of years, mastering Destruction, Shadow, Undead, and all other forms of magic. She prided herself on being knowledgeable and seeing through the truths of the world.

And the result?

In matters between men and women, she had actually acted more ignorant than a sheltered village girl!

She had even seriously analyzed Lynch's "condition" with him, offered to help him "detoxify," and even evaluated the...

"Ugh!"

Felsy let out another whimper and buried her head even deeper.

"Lynch, that big liar! Bastard! Pervert!"

In her heart, she cursed the man who was still outside doing who-knows-what a hundred times over.

He clearly knew everything!

He clearly knew that they were doing that kind of shameful thing!

Yet he actually didn't expose it! He played along with her words! He even put on an innocent face like "I am in pain but I have to endure it for the sake of curing the illness"!

"No wonder..."

Felsy suddenly remembered something.

"No wonder his eyes looked so... so strange every time we did a 'treatment.' Like he wanted to eat me."

"No wonder he always looked so satisfied afterward and would hug me and nuzzle me for ages."

"So... so he was secretly enjoying it the whole time!"

Thinking of this, Felsy felt angry, feeling like she had been played for a fool. But at the same time, an indescribable sweetness uncontrollably welled up from the depths of her heart.

Since it wasn't an illness...

That meant he only got like that because he had feelings for her and because he liked holding her.

Moreover, according to those village women, that kind of thing was the highest form of expressing love between a husband and wife.

"Does that mean... he loves me very much?"

Felsy touched her burning cheeks, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch upward slightly before quickly pressing back down.

"No! I can't just forgive him like this!"

"Where is my dignity?!"

"And... I absolutely! Absolutely cannot go to that stupid tea party ever again!"

Felsy secretly swore in her heart.

Those human women were too terrifying.

That kind of mental attack known as "gossip" was simply harder to guard against than a mental forbidden spell. To avoid exposing her ignorance again and to maintain her aloof witch persona, she decided to lock away her heart and completely sever all social ties with the village women from now on!

But...

The problem at hand was—

"Lynch is coming back soon."

Felsy glanced at the wall clock. According to his usual routine, that "liar" should have finished his work at the watchtower by now and be on his way home.

As soon as he walked through the door, he would definitely come over with a grin like usual, call her "wife," ask for a hug, and might even... might even spout some nonsense like "today's treatment isn't finished yet"!

Just thinking about having to face that man, and having to face the thing she had once considered an "afflicted area."

Felsy felt her scalp tingle and her mindset explode.

She didn't know what expression to wear.

Should she be angry? Shy? Or pretend nothing happened?

No matter which, it was so awkward!

"No... I need outside help."

Felsy suddenly threw off the covers and sat up. Her silver hair was a mess, like a cat with its fur puffed up.

She took a deep breath and snapped her fingers at the empty air.

"Top... No, Kuma!"

"Get your ass in here!"

...

Three seconds later.

The bedroom window was quietly pushed open a crack.

A beast-eared girl holding half a chicken leg in one hand, with oil stains still around her mouth, carefully poked half her head inside.

"My lady? You called for me?"

Kuma blinked her innocent big eyes and glanced at her boss's expression, which screamed, "Although I look calm, I'm actually going crazy." Her heart skipped a beat.

It is over. Lady Witch looks like this... Could it be that Brother Lynch has another woman outside? Or maybe... did the matter from this morning get exposed?

"Come in."

Felsy coldly spat out two words.

Kuma swallowed hard, obediently climbed through the window, knelt on the carpet, hid the chicken leg behind her back, and assumed a respectful posture as if listening to a holy decree.

"My lady, what are your orders?"

Felsy looked at her and opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to start.

This kind of thing... was truly too difficult to say out loud.

"Umm..."

Felsy's gaze darted around, her fingers unconsciously twisting the bedsheets. "Kuma, you have hung around the human world for a long time, so you know quite a bit."

"I want to ask you a question. About... about human male... physiological structures."

"Huh?" Kuma was stunned. "Physiological structures?"

"It is just..."

Felsy gritted her teeth, her face starting to turn red again. "Just that... and then... and then that phenomenon."

"Pfft—cough, cough, cough!"

Kuma nearly choked to death on her own saliva.

Her eyes widened as she looked at her lady, whose face was completely red with mortification, and instantly understood what had happened.

Case closed! It must have been that tea party in the afternoon! I knew it! When those old village women get together, they never have anything good to say! They definitely educated my lady on some incredible knowledge!

"Umm... my lady."

Kuma held back her laughter and asked cautiously, "You... you know everything now?"

"...Yeah."

Felsy hummed through her nose, her voice as quiet as a mosquito. "Those women said... that wasn't pus. That was..."

She really couldn't bring herself to say a shameful phrase like "source of life."

"That was... that kind of thing."

Felsy raised her head, a hint of humiliated, angry murderous intent in her eyes. "Kuma, you knew all along, didn't you?"

"Well..."

Kuma felt a chill on her neck and quickly explained with a strong desire to survive, "My Lady! You wrong me! Although I knew, I thought you... you were playing some special role-playing game with Brother Lynch! Seeing how invested you were, I didn't dare to interrupt!"

"A game?"

Felsy was stunned.

In Kuma's eyes, her previous behavior of seriously acting like a quack doctor was actually a game?

"Ahhh!"

Felsy frantically rubbed her hair. "Stop talking! Forget it! Forget it all!"

"The point now is... what should I do?"

She looked at Kuma like a helpless little girl. "Lynch will be back soon. Now when I see him... I think of that incident. I feel like an idiot."

"I... I can't face him anymore."

Looking at her lady's cute, aggrieved, and conflicted appearance, the little person in Kuma's heart was practically rolling around laughing madly.

Too cute! Is this the so-called gap moe? The formerly decisive and ruthless witch was actually agonizing over something like this!

However, jokes aside, she still had to help.

After all, if this couple really fell out, who would make braised pork for her in the future?

Kuma cleared her throat, put on the professional posture of a relationship guru, and began to rack her not-so-bright little brain.

"My Lady, actually this matter... isn't as serious as you think."

Kuma bluffed seriously, "Think about it, since it already happened, and Brother Lynch didn't expose you, it means he actually enjoyed the process and was protecting your dignity."

"If you suddenly turn hostile now, or act too awkward, it will instead make him wonder if you don't like him anymore, or if you find him disgusting."

"This is detrimental to family harmony!"

Felsy frowned. "Then what do you say I should do? Do you want me to pretend I don't know and continue to give him... that?"

"Of course not!"

Kuma wagged her finger. "Playing dumb definitely won't work anymore. Since the secret is out, even if only in your own heart, we have to change our strategy."

"What strategy?"

"Desensitization therapy!"

Kuma tossed out a term that sounded very professional.

"Desensitization?"

"Right! It means making it a habit!"

Kuma began to spout nonsense with a straight face, "The reason you feel ashamed is because you think that matter is very special, very private, and only the two of you are doing it."

"But in fact, according to human customs, this is just the most basic daily interaction between husband and wife."

"Since you find it so shameful..."

Kuma gave a wicked smile, leaned in a little closer, and lowered her voice.

"Why don't we... do something even more intimate?"

"More intimate?" Felsy blinked, looking confused.

"Yeah!"

Kuma guided her patiently, "For example... kissing? Or... bathing together? Even... ahem, the real thing?"

"As long as you get used to having deeper physical contact with him, and get used to that intimate atmosphere."

"When you look back at this little matter then... won't it be as simple as a handshake?"

"This is called fighting fire with fire! Using a greater shame to cover up a smaller shame! Over time, you will develop an invulnerable body and never feel shy again!"

Felsy was dumbfounded listening to this.

Although it sounded a bit like a twisted fallacy, it... seemed to make some sense?

If it was really like what those village women said, married couples were supposed to do these things anyway.

Then her current reaction was indeed a bit of an overreaction.

As a witch, as a strong person, how could she be defeated by such a trivial matter?

Isn't it just... isn't it just intimate contact?

What kind of great storms had she, Felsy, not seen?

As long as she took the initiative and grasped control, wouldn't Lynch be the one feeling shy?

"As long as I am more dominant than him..."

Felsy muttered to herself, a light called competitiveness gradually shining in her eyes. "As long as I have him under my thumb... then this little dark history will naturally be turned over."

"Exactly!"

Seeing her bluff succeed, Kuma couldn't help but get a little carried away. "My Lady, you should bring out the aura of a witch! Just pin Brother Lynch on the bed! Tell him, 'Listen here, from now on, I'm the one calling the shots on this!'"

"By then, let alone some detoxification, even if you make him... pfft!"

Speaking of this, Kuma imagined that scene in her head and couldn't hold back, letting out a laugh that sounded like a leaking tire.

"Pfft haha... make him... make him really think he's curing an illness... hahaha..."

Kuma covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking violently, tears almost coming out from laughing.

The air in the room suddenly quieted down.

That newly ignited fighting spirit and hot blood froze in this instant.

Felsy slowly turned her head and looked at the vixen who was trembling with laughter and even starting to roll on the floor.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous cold glint flashing through her purple pupils.

"Kuma."

Felsy's voice became incredibly gentle, so gentle that it made one's hair stand on end.

"Is it funny?"

"Ah?"

Kuma's laughter came to an abrupt halt.

She stiffly raised her head, meeting her lady's eyes that looked as if they were staring at a dead person.

"No... not funny... not funny at all..."

Kuma shivered, shaking her head desperately. "My Lady, these... these are tears of being moved! I'm just happy for the progress in your relationship with Brother Lynch!"

"Is that so?"

Felsy sneered and slowly raised her hand.

"Since you are so happy, then I will make you... even happier."

"As it happens, I have nowhere to vent this fire in my heart right now."

"I'll use you... to put out the fire."

Buzz!

An invisible magic rope appeared out of thin air, accurately tying around Kuma's ankles.

"My Lady! Don't! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Kuma let out a desperate scream, "I won't dare do it again! Help! Animal abuse!"

"Too late."

Felsy hooked her finger expressionlessly.

Whoosh!

Kuma was hoisted upside down into mid-air.

"Wind Magic: High-Speed Spin."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

The pitiful fox girl instantly turned into a blur, spinning like a high-speed top below the bedroom ceiling.

"Ahhhhh!!! I'm going to throw up!!!"

Listening to Kuma's miserable screams, the depression and shame in Felsy's heart finally eased a little.

She clapped her hands, sat back down on the bed, and fixed her hair.

Although this fellow Kuma was asking for a beating.

But that suggestion...

"Something more intimate, huh..."

Felsy touched her lips, Lynch's face appearing in her mind.

"Hmph."

"Lynch, you just wait."

"Since you like to act... then starting today, we're going to play a bigger game."

"Let's see in the end... exactly who gets shy first."

Right at this moment.

The sound of a door opening came from downstairs, followed closely by that familiar voice she both loved and hated:

"Honey! I'm home! Can we have braised pork ribs tonight?"

Felsy stiffened slightly.

She glanced at Kuma, who was still spinning on the ceiling, and then looked at herself in the mirror. Though her face was still a bit flushed, her eyes had become much more resolute.

"Phew..."

She took a deep breath, stood up, and made her way toward the door with elegant steps.

"Coming."