Snap. With a faint whoosh, the slender, supple whip struck Agatha’s curvaceous body, imbued with uncanny magic.

Agatha grunted, letting out a strangely alluring moan through her nose. Though her brows were furrowed and her bewitching face twisted in pain, a closer look revealed it wasn’t pure agony. Secret excitement mingled in, forging a bewitching, chaotic expression.

Her body slightly convulsed. Unable to hold back, Agatha cried out, “Ah~!” Her Demonkind’s naturally seductive voice, layered with a mature woman’s allure, sparked wild fantasies.

Celia paused her whip, a strange feeling rising. After hesitation, she studied Agatha’s flushed, dewy face—fully grown yet holding a little girl’s fragile gaze.

A trace of guilt surfaced. Celia dropped the whip.

“What’s your purpose?” Celia rubbed her head and asked.

“Hmph.” Like a bullied child, Agatha pouted, defiant but tearful.

“If you won’t talk, I won’t be nice!” Celia glared, gritting her teeth to seem fierce.

Agatha shot her a disdainful, sideways glance, silent.

*I’ll play cute and silently dig my own grave!*

Celia smiled wryly, reached out, and pressed her hand against Agatha’s ample chest under her terrified stare.

Though a dream-forged illusion, Agatha’s heart raced instantly. A never-felt sensation left her flustered.

*So big.* Celia’s first thought. *So soft.* Next came that notion.

She unconsciously squeezed, comparing herself mentally.

*Hers seems bigger… but mine has better shape and more bounce…*

*Ah… what am I thinking!* She banished the thoughts. To hide embarrassment and “interrogate” Agatha, Celia released faint currents from her hands, spreading from Agatha’s chest across her body.

Electric torture inflicted immense pain on humans. But—

“Ah…” Agatha shuddered violently, face flushed, emitting a high-pitched, sobbing cry.

Celia didn’t know Agatha wasn’t human. In the Demonic Realm, electricity held another use unimaginable to girls.

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Cutting the link with Agatha, Yin the Dream Administrator gazed troubled at Alyssa. She longed to pull the gentle girl into a tight embrace but, arms full, could only offer an apologetic look.

“Nevia asked me to play with her,” Alyssa murmured shyly.

“Huh? (⊙_⊙)?” Yin the Dream Administrator froze, dumbfounded.

*Hey, that’s not what I meant! You idiot!* Nevia signaled frantically with her eyes. Alyssa missed it but caught “Celia’s” confused stare.

*Done for.* Nevia’s eyelid twitched as their gazes met.

“Oh!” “Celia” nodded as if enlightened, then chuckled “hehe.”

*What exactly did you understand?!*

Though Nevia seethed inwardly, Celia “generously” dumped her into Alyssa’s arms—forceful as discarding a hot stove, making one doubt her earlier doting.

*Loli and loli!!!* Just imagining it made her want to nosebleed!

Nevia stiffened. Though embarrassed, she was finally free from “Celia’s” grip.

*Was this Alyssa’s plan?* Nevia reconsidered her. But as the thought formed, Alyssa happily pinched Nevia’s rosy cheek.

*I’m a fool for expecting anything from you!*

With unreliable allies, Nevia focused inward. Sensing her magic, she thrilled to find her dark power vastly stronger—as if an unseen force here amplified her.

As she readied “Black Lotus,” a sharp roar like shattering glass erupted. Transparent cracks spiderwebbed before her eyes.

“Agatha?” Yin the Dream Administrator realized instantly—the dream was collapsing.

Reluctant but forced, she released Nina. Opening the link, she saw Agatha’s mature form collapsed, eyes rolled back, convulsing.

*Can’t hold on anymore?*

The illusory “Celia” faded. Yin the Dream Administrator pulled her consciousness back, standing in the crumbling castle center, long hair fluttering, brows knotted.

“Useless…” A voice sighed.

A black-haired, sensual beauty materialized beside Celia and Agatha.

“Yin.” A simple syllable. Yin the Dream Administrator drew a giant red scythe from the air.

“Hum—” A resonant echo. Cold-faced, she loomed over Celia.

“Celia.” The girl sneered back.

Before combat, their mental domains clashed—waves of will colliding like invisible tides.

Between them, Agatha jerked violently, body tensing in spasms.

“Hmph…” Yin the Dream Administrator vanished, reappearing behind Celia. The scythe swept horizontally, aiming to bisect her.

Celia blocked it—a transparent barrier rippled behind her like disturbed water. Her right hand flicked; countless icy spikes glinted into existence.

But Agatha trembled, uttering strange syllables.

Instantly, everything froze. Then, as if sucked into a vortex, the world twisted and collapsed wildly.