What’s it like to become a witch?

This question is actually pretty intriguing. You could even post it on a certain well-known domestic Q&A site—people snacking on sunflower seeds while scrolling through wild, imaginative tales spun by creative writers.

*Bianhu: Share the story you just made up.*

Of course, the platform does have its share of rational voices: experts in various fields, widely-read scholars. They’d calmly argue with tight logic and self-consistent reasoning that witches simply don’t exist.

But they’re wrong.

Because Jiang Jiu can prove it with her own experience.

After all… she *is* one now.

So what does a witch’s daily life look like?

Simple.

July 4: Started this diary to push myself to investigate the mystical world—aiming to break free from Lilith’s control ASAP.

July 5: Annoyed Lilith.

July 6: Annoyed Lilith.

July 7: Jiang Jiu, Jiang Jiu… how could you sink so low? Forgotten your plan? As Confucius said, “I examine myself three times a day.” This ends now!

July 8: Lilith snapped. Got strung up and beaten.

That’s how mundane it was.

For ages, Jiang Jiu found amusement in her ex-girlfriends—she rarely dated “normal” people, preferring eccentrics.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Her exes included a folklore scholar obsessed with urban legends, a gloomy shut-in tinkering endlessly behind closed doors, and a flaky neurotic drifting in and out like cloud vapor.

Compared to them, Lilith seemed almost… normal.

Yet possibly the *least* normal—after all, she wasn’t human. She was the legendary Witch.

If even “normal” Lilith was a witch… could the others be unspeakable entities too?

Jiang Jiu didn’t know. Didn’t care.

How much worse could things get? Worse than *this* transformation?

Unlikely.

So… nothing to fear.

Jiang Jiu had always been easygoing. Becoming a witch barely fazed her—she accepted reality fast. Within half an hour, she was already weighing the advantages of her new identity and appearance.

Too bad her life hung entirely in Lilith’s hands. No more closeness with other girls.

Maybe karma.

If so? She’d accept it gladly.

…

Dawn. A cool breeze. Rain fading. The witch stirred awake in her lair, tossed aside the covers, and rose to dress.

Women’s clothing was far more intricate than men’s. The maid outfit wasn’t bad—petticoat, apron—but hairpins, undergarments, garter belts? Tricky.

Jiang Jiu had mild OCD. A perfectionist.

Since she was a woman now, she’d be the *perfect* woman. Just like before: meticulous makeup, elegant styling, practicing in the mirror until her smile felt genuinely warm.

When she was a man, she aimed to be a “high-quality man.” Now? A “high-quality woman.”

After grooming, she’d glide down the hall to Lady Witch’s chamber.

A maid rises before her mistress—service ready the moment eyes open.

Jiang Jiu stood silently by the bedside, timing it perfectly. Lady Witch would stir, glance at her, turn away, and drift back to sleep.

Then Jiang Jiu cooked.

Witches didn’t *need* food—but Lady Witch loved good meals. So Jiang Jiu crafted a new breakfast daily.

Never asked. Done willingly… just like during their passionate cohabitation days.

An hour later, Lady Witch woke to steaming food and a gentle greeting:

“Good morning, Mistress.”

Sometimes, groggy upon waking, Lady Witch felt time rewind—to that sun-drenched summer. Dust motes dancing. Cicadas humming. The crisp *hiss* of a soda bottle cap popping.

Foam. Sunbeams. Dappled leaves. Chilled mung bean soup with rock sugar.

Back then, a tender voice greeted her each dawn. Now? Only the naughty girl in maid attire offering warm water.

Lady Witch accepted the honey water with mixed feelings, sipped twice, then let Jiang Jiu dress her.

Nightgown off. Black dress on. Jiang Jiu’s gaze never wavered.

Once, curious, Lady Witch asked why she wasn’t interested. Jiang Jiu stayed silent—just flicked a glance toward her chest.

Someone flustered.

Jiang Jiu paid for her arrogance: forced to wear a collar. A “humiliating” symbol.

Useless, really.

Collar or not, she remained the naughty girl—*more* alluring. The accessory carried suggestive charm, amplifying her appeal.

Just… dangerously cute.

Especially with that youthful face and petite frame.

Witches could reshape their looks like clay. Lady Witch never taught her—but Jiang Jiu figured it out. Still, she kept her current form. Only tweaked her size:

Shorter. Smaller. Sweeter. Less threatening. Add a flirty smirk—the “naughty girl” act created cute contrast with her innocent looks. Made others mistake her for a tsundere. Lowered their guard.

Everyone craves conquest—even witches.

The best hunters wear prey’s skin.

Become a cat. A tiger. A rain-soaked puppy.

Jiang Jiu knew this perfectly.

She *was* a lecturer of human nature.

…

A naughty girl plays the part.

Jiang Jiu served obediently beside Lady Witch—mostly. Sometimes she’d provoke her, then apologize instantly. Speed so sharp it’d make bureaucrats applaud. Why? Just to tease her. Like a mischievous kitten batting a dangling cable.

But cats are endearing. A little mischief? Makes them *more* lovable.

Master the balance… and she always did.

Until one day—pent-up fury erupted. Lady Witch seized her Enchanted Wand. Tentacles shot forth, hoisting Jiang Jiu up.

“Too spoiled, Jiang Jiu?” Lady Witch’s voice chilled. “Do you truly wish to taste the Archwitch’s wrath?”

Slimy tentacles coiled her wrists and ankles. Immobilized. Unafraid. Smiling.

“Haven’t I already?”

She tilted her head, frowned at the slick residue on her sleeves, then smiled at Lady Witch.

“Last time you said that… I became *this*. So what now? What will you turn me into?”

“But it doesn’t matter. You won’t kill me… right, Lilith?”

Utter confidence.

Lilith opened her mouth—closed it. Grabbed the wine bottle. Poured. Drank. Glass after glass.

Jiang Jiu watched silently. *Wasting fine wine*, she thought.

Smartly, she stayed quiet. Accepted the suspension… until Lilith finished the bottle, waved her Enchanted Wand, and released her.

“Drink with me.”

Command obeyed. Jiang Jiu sat beside her, poured her own glass. No clink. She drank alone.

They emptied the fresh bottle before pausing.

Then—Lady Witch leaned slowly, resting her head on Jiang Jiu’s shoulder.

*Drunk?*

Jiang Jiu knew she couldn’t be. But she’d pretend.

A soft, wavering voice, like candlelight:

“Jiang Jiu… can we ever go back?”

“Of course not.” Jiang Jiu’s eyes lowered. Gently adjusted Lady Witch’s posture. Smiled. “It’s all… in the past.”

“And the future?”

“Unlikely. I won’t fall for someone twice.”

“…I see.”

Voice faint—then firm.

“Then I’ll never let you go. Prepare to be my personal maid… for life, Jiang Jiu.”

“Mm.”

The maid tucked a stray strand behind Lady Witch’s ear. Nodded lightly.

“As you wish, my Mistress.”

[To be continued]

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