"Ugh… What’s… happening to me…"

Xila covered her head and slowly opened her eyes.

The last fragment in her mind was eating the food that damn interrogator brought. Then… then she’d started undressing…

Undressing! Taking off clothes!

After that… she’d apparently pushed down the Calamity Witch. Everything beyond that was a blank.

What’s going on! Why would I do such a thing!

Fake. This had to be fake. The Calamity Witch must’ve used filthy tricks to implant false memories, trying to break my will.

"Ugh… That despicable Calamity Witch, resorting to this…" Xila lowered her head, cheeks flushed crimson. "I knew it. I should never have trusted her. She’s… a total villain!"

The memory was so shameful she couldn’t bear to recall it for a second.

"The food… where’s that food…" Xila picked up the fallen packaging, sniffed it, and froze as a subtle fragrance hit her nose.

Her mental defenses shattered like they’d been crushed by a dump truck.

Real… It was real.

Xila’s gaze went blank. She stood frozen, unable to process anything.

Every memory had truly happened.

She recognized that scent well. Knew exactly how terrifying the consequences would be… especially in such a large dose.

Ugh… Given the Calamity Witch’s nature, she must’ve completely surrendered her body. Tossed around in every position, branded with the witch’s mark.

Her body… was no longer pure.

"I’m sorry, Demon King. I’m sorry, Mom and Dad…" Xila lamented inwardly. "It’s… over. I’ve become the Calamity Witch’s plaything now…"

Huh? Wait—her body felt normal?

No pain below. No bloodstains or strange fluids on the sheets…

Xila froze again.

She rechecked herself. Clothes were off and back on, but otherwise unchanged… except her neck ached. A twisted muscle?

Impossible. There had to be marks. Scratches. Bite wounds. The Calamity Witch’s traces… Gone! Completely gone!

What if… the Calamity Witch actually did nothing?

The thought flickered in Xila’s mind.

Absolutely not!

This was the Calamity Witch—the one rumored to prey on cute, petite girls. She couldn’t have done nothing!

She must’ve erased the evidence with magic, faking innocence!

In truth, she’d already defiled my body… Damn it. I’m meant to be the future Demon King. How could I let this happen because of carelessness…

Yes! That’s it!

Ruined… Everything’s ruined…

Xila’s heartbeat raced. Just picturing Xia Xin flooded her mind with indescribable images—both of them naked with the Calamity Witch…

Snap out of it!

"What… what… what do I do…" Xila hung her head helplessly. Her body and soul were defiled. Her principles and dignity trampled under those white-stockinged legs.

Worse, a hollow emptiness grew in her chest. The more she fantasized about the Calamity Witch, the heavier it became.

"Gurgle…" She knew what this meant. The Calamity Witch had planted her seed inside her. It would creep into her brain, turning her into a dependent wreck—kneeling, licking toes, begging like a pet…

No! This can’t happen!

"It must… the Calamity Witch did something to me!" Xila scrubbed her skin with her clothes, desperate to erase the marks.

But the more she wiped, the stranger her body felt—especially when touching her chest and stomach… as if the Calamity Witch was kneading her flesh.

"No… stop!" Xila didn’t pause. Just wipe away every trace!

"I’m the future Demon King! This is nothing!" She gritted her teeth. "I won’t fall. The Calamity Witch is just a stumbling block. Overcoming her is the true resolve of a Demon King!"

Courage surged within her. A warm, powerful aura flowed through her veins.

Yes! Just the Calamity Witch.

Nothing to fear anymore!

"Ah… you’re awake." Xia Xin walked in. "That succubus juice you swallowed lingers awhile, so… uh, forget I said anything."

Spotting the damp sheets and Xila’s disheveled state, Xia Xin guessed what happened. She had experience with this, after all~

"C-Calamity Witch!" Xila yelped. "How’d you get in from outside? Was the door open? And… ugh… why is this happening…"

Her newfound courage vanished the instant she saw Xia Xin. Fear and chaos flooded back.

Images flashed: the Calamity Witch pinning her down, grinding against her endlessly…

Useless. The mark was still there, rooted deep in her heart.

"Huh… This is complicated. Better explain slowly." Xia Xin approached. "Let’s go out first. Need me to find you pants?"

"Ugh… I… I lost…" Xila grabbed Xia Xin’s hand, head bowed, sobbing. "I shouldn’t have tested you… Witch Miss… no… Calamity Witch… master…"

"Huh?" Xia Xin froze.

She knew about hand-kissing greetings—but since when did they involve tongues?

Suppressing a thrill, she blurted, "But I didn’t do anything."

"Huh—" Xila’s expression locked in place.