Chapter 89

But Dark Feather wouldn't believe what the other party said.

Why would someone with such power help me defeat the Magic girl? Can't I go myself?

Moreover, the woman's condescending attitude made her very unhappy.

Dark Feather said coldly--

"Do you think you're my mother? I don't need an old woman to worry about me."

After she said those words, for some reason, the air suddenly seemed to freeze.

A terrifying, deathly silence enveloped the streets.

Dark Feather hadn't realized what she'd said; she simply transformed her Magic Power into several feathers that suddenly fell to the ground, condensing into a dark streak of light.

Then, a blade of light extended from her Magic Wand, lengthening and widening...

The next moment, she slashed out, intending to cut this inexplicable woman.

However, just as he was about to unleash his attack, Dark Feather felt his wrist being bound by a tremendous force.

Then, her wrist began to swing uncontrollably, as if a rope was wrapped around her hand and it was swaying, while the light blade on it also kept shaking and releasing.

"--What..."

Dark Feather looked at her wrist in surprise. A rope made of black mist was wrapped around it, gripping her arm tightly like a handcuff.

At the other end of the rope was the woman's finger in the black mist.

Her slender fingers traced lines gently, as if she were playing with a marionette.

"You seem to have said something quite interesting."

Despite the calm tone, the air seemed to suddenly drop several degrees cooler than before.

The woman's voice was calm and cold, yet it seemed to carry a dangerous undertone.

Dark Feather continued to tug at the black rope, trying to break free from the woman's hold.

"What is this...? Let go! Let go..."

Even a Magic Power blade couldn't cut through it.

Why was she so easily controlled? Who exactly is this woman, and why does she possess such immense power?

However, the young Dark Feather did not seem to realize the seriousness of the problem.

Soon, her other wrist was also bound by ropes made of black mist, further restricting her movement. Then, she felt her arms begin to be pulled upwards.

Her lithe body was quickly pulled up, her feet leaving the ground, causing her to sway wildly in a somewhat erratic manner. Then, several more Magic Power tentacles emerged from the ground, wrapping around her waist and ankles...

"Let me go!"

The Black Magical Girl was suddenly hoisted into the air by Magic Power ropes, and despite her constant struggles, she still looked extremely disheveled.

Even as she screamed, the Witch showed no sign of letting go.

She simply kept hooking her fingers, wrapping them around Dark Feather with Magic Power, and gently tugging at his waist or armpits—places that seemed somewhat sensitive.

After completely binding their opponent, these Magic Power ropes wrapped around the branches of a large tree not far away.

And so, the Magical Girl Dark Feather was left hanging from the tree branch.

The Witch slowly walked towards Dark Feather.

"What a naughty child... It's not too late to apologize now, I'm only twenty-seven."

She hates it when people say she's old.

She's only twenty-seven years old.

However, upon hearing the Witch's words, Dark Feather only grew more enraged. She stuck out her tongue and gave the Witch a disdainful snort.

"Isn't he almost thirty? Stop pretending to be young!"

"..."

The Witch fell silent.

However, after seeing the young and beautiful body of the girl in front of her, she had to admit that the other girl was indeed more attractive due to her youth.

That's really... enviable.

It seems she, as an adult, needs to be properly disciplined.

"In that case, I really hope you can keep being stubborn like this."

The Witch casually ruffled her hair.

After that, the Witch looked at the Magic girl who was bound in the air and smiled.

Her gaze wasn't looking anywhere else, but only at Dark Feather's lower body, which wasn't yet bound by ropes.

Dark Feather felt a little uneasy under her gaze.

"What... what are you going to do?"

The Witch did not answer.

Then, she reached out and slipped her hand under Dark Feather's skirt.

With a soft rustling sound, something thin and beautiful was pulled out from under Dark Feather's skirt, falling down to her calves.

Dark Feather suddenly felt a chill under her skirt.

She realized something.

Now, beneath Dark Feather's skirt, one can vaguely see her fair, plump, and adorable buttocks, a smooth, round, and firm expanse. From the Witch's perspective, everything is visible.

The next moment, the Witch reached out her hand—

"--Smack!"

The crisp sound was very pleasant to hear, and it was followed by the even more beautiful humming of a young girl.

"Hmm...?"

It was a soft, endearing moan.

Dark Feather felt a chill run down her spine, her whole body trembled involuntarily, and then she went limp, her pretty face instantly turning crimson.

Right now, she's not wearing anything underneath her skirt.

The Witch looked at her hands; they felt quite nice...

Now, beneath the girl's skirt, her beautiful, pert curves are quite eye-catching. However, her originally snow-white bottom has turned pink after being patted by the woman, making her look pitiful.

"It feels pretty good."

The Witch casually made a comment.

But this is just the beginning.

Soon, the Magic Power extended in her hand, transforming into a thin, long whip, perhaps more like a pointer.

Upon seeing the whip, the girl's face turned pale instantly.

She instinctively tried to cover her bottom, but her hands were completely bound...

"Now, you'd better hold back, or the punishment won't be just this."

The whip tapped lightly on the ground, making a crackling sound.

Tonight, Miss Witch, I'm going to teach this wicked Magic girl a lesson.

Chapter Twenty: This Magic Girl, You Didn't Want This Either... (Revised for All Ages)

In the silent, dark night, on a desolate, deserted street, a trembling girl was hanging from a tree. She twisted her knees in pain and shame, but her ankles and upper body were bound by black, misty ropes, leaving only her legs swinging wildly.

The girl's eyes were red-rimmed, her pale face flushed, and her voice no longer carried its former strength.

"Is... is it ready already...?"

Now, she felt a burning sensation in her buttocks, and a feeling of shame and embarrassment overwhelmed her.

She had no desire to know what her genitals looked like now after being whipped.

"Don't worry, I've blocked all the surveillance cameras around here, no one will see you. Although you look kind of cute like this."

The woman spoke indifferently, then gently twirled the pointer in her hand.

After a period of criticism and education, the little girl became much more obedient than before.

However, she beckoned with her finger again.

The tentacles tugged at the girl's clothing that had been touched earlier, as if teasing her, pulling at the thin fabric to give the Witch a clearer view. There seemed to be small purple butterfly patterns on it, which were rather cute.

Dark Feather swung her legs frantically.

"Why... why can you touch my clothes after I transform?"

Although it was underwear, it was still part of the Magic Gear, yet... this woman casually...

Upon hearing this, the woman slightly raised her head, glanced at the clothes being carelessly tugged at by the tentacles, and casually remarked:

"Of course, it's because I'm Magic girl too."

Magic Gear is similar to a battle suit attached to a Magic girl. Although it can be destroyed by powerful attacks, it cannot be removed by Monster or ordinary people.

However, other Magic girls of the same kind do not have such restrictions.

In that Witch's memory, there were many other fun experiences she had after transforming into Magic girl.

Haihara seemed quite interested.

Dark Feather paused for a moment:

"She's no longer a young girl..."

As soon as he said those words, Dark Feather felt the air turn incredibly cold.

Her face turned pale.

My buttocks, which I had just rested for a while, started to ache again...

"No... I just... that..."

Dark Feather frantically tried to explain.

Although her expression was not visible, the Witch gave a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"It seems that pain alone won't teach you a lesson."

The Witch raised her eyes and sized up the Magical Girl Dark Feather.

A posture very similar to Silver Feather.

However, aside from the color, there are still many differences.

For example, the headdress features small Bat wings, while the feet are exposed.

Her waist and thighs were covered by black stockings, with no other clothing. Upon closer inspection, it was much more erotic than Silver Feather's...

Also, it has a little tail.

It looks like a little devil, with heart-shaped spikes on its tail.

I wonder if this little tail has any feeling.

Thinking this, the Witch reached out and, rather ungently, grabbed the girl's tail.

"... Huh?"

Dark Feather froze for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and her face turned pale.

But then, after her tail was pulled, her expression became very strange. Her previously firm lips suddenly softened, and her whole body trembled...

"Wait... wait a minute, that hurts, don't pull my tail..."

The girl pleaded and groaned softly, as if she were struggling to hold on to something, something beyond just pain.

After tugging at the little tail for a while, the Witch released her grip with satisfaction, then reached out and stroked the girl's flushed face.

"Look at you, you're completely powerless against me. Do you really think you can defeat those Magic girls?"

With the power of the Silver Feather in her Fate Kite Form, even she could be threatened, let alone the current Dark Feather.