The Witch's Heart (5.1K)

CC spoke lightly, but the look in her eyes was serious.

Besides being a CODE owner, she had never seen anything like it before—one that was completely immune to Geass and even impossible to contract.

That's for sure.

While the power of Geass is immense, its users are ultimately human.

Keep in mind that he could even resist the "Lamenting Styx," which can freeze the mind, so it had no effect on him, let alone the Geass used by mere human beings.

This is what is known as Yotsuba Clan's carefully selected products; quality is absolutely guaranteed.

Unfortunately, CC was unaware of these things.

And this woman, who used to avoid me like the plague, is now actively seeking me out. It's really baffling...

Mahiro didn't express any of these emotions, but simply shrugged and said:

"Okay, okay... But speaking of which, aren't you going to eat the pizza they brought you over there?"

He pointed to the pizza on the bedside table and smiled easily.

"That's my breakfast tomorrow."

"Well, it's weird to eat pizza for breakfast, but it seems perfectly normal for you."

Mahiro looked up at CC, his eyes filled with confusion.

This reminded him of his time in the Aries Palace.

I remember that CC and her contractor, Princess Marianne, lived and ate together, but CC demanded that Marianne provide pizza for every meal.

I don't eat anything else.

To satisfy CC's demands, Marianne even gathered many chefs to prepare these dishes for her every day, changing the menu in different ways.

Surprisingly, this habit has continued to this day; I even eat breakfast with it.

However, CC didn't say anything in the face of his teasing. Instead, she sat up on the bed and, ignoring Mahiro's gaze, took off the white straitjacket right in front of him.

Her fair and delicate skin and curvaceous figure were proudly displayed before Mahiro's eyes.

CC carelessly tossed her boots, socks, and even underwear onto the ground.

She didn't care that the bedding had all been used Mahiro Zhenxun; she simply pulled the blanket over herself, holding the edges of the blanket with both hands to cover everything from her nose down. She looked like a little girl, and was exceptionally cute.

This action made Mahiro raise an eyebrow.

"No, if you're sleeping like this, where are you planning to make me sleep tonight?"

"Men, you must sleep on the floor."

Domineering, independent, and willful.

The tone was exactly like that of a queen commanding her subjects.

"Oh, and remember to fold my clothes for me, I need to wear them tomorrow. Also, don't do anything weird with my underwear."

"Who would know how to make this...?"

Mahiro is speechless.

But when he looked down, he saw many small tears on the straitjacket, clearly from being accidentally torn in Shinjuku.

"Your clothes are so tattered, you still plan to wear them?"

"It's okay, I'll sew it myself."

"All right."

Mahiro and bent down to pick up the clothes that still exuded a faint warmth and fragrance.

It's not surprising that this witch knows how to sew. Judging from her past experience, she's not only good at sewing, but also at chopping wood, fetching water, cooking, tilling the land, feeding livestock, and planting fruit trees.

If this woman is truly determined to do these things for you, then she will definitely be a perfect wife. She has done many dirty and tiring jobs in her life, and she will not have the disdain and arrogance of a pampered young lady.

Even in a simple life with only the two of them—the man farming and the woman weaving—she could still do everything perfectly.

Of course, all of this is predicated on the witch being willing to do it for you.

But that was almost impossible; in her mind, no one was worthy of her doing these things.

Or perhaps, she was simply exhausted...

Soon, Mahiro had folded the clothes and placed them on the other side of the bed, while also neatly arranging the white straitjackets she had casually tossed aside.

After doing all this, Mahiro simply lifted the blanket and squeezed inside.

"Hey, didn't I tell you you were supposed to sleep on the floor?!"

CC suddenly woke up as her newly acquired territory was suddenly invaded, and stretched out her slender legs from under the sheet to kick Mahiro.

Unfortunately, instead of kicking Mahiro to the ground, she was grabbed by the ankle, and her leg was bent in a strange direction.

At the same time Mahiro's calm voice rang out.

"Why should I sleep on the floor? This is my bed! You, an outsider, have taken my bed, and now you want me to sleep on the floor? Dream on!"

However, CC remained silent and kicked out a second time.

As a witch who has lived for countless years, she is naturally proficient in martial arts techniques.

Unfortunately, she encountered a monster like Mahiro, whose martial arts skills were nothing more than child's play in his eyes.

His ankle was grabbed again and forcefully twisted around.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear the faint sound of joint misalignment.

At the same time, Mahiro pressed his body against hers, staring directly at the witch.

However, such pain was nothing to CC. Looking at the young man on top of her, and meeting his dark eyes, she instead revealed a provocative smile.

"What's wrong, kid? Have you entered your rutting season? Or were your filthy desires not satisfied in Shinjuku, and now you can't control your lust anymore?"

"I'm warning you, either shut up right now and I'll let you go so we can sleep peacefully, or... I can't be sure what will happen next."

"Heh, are you scared?"

CC lay on the pillow, letting her long hair fall loose. Her exquisitely beautiful face, which was breathtaking, and her beautiful eyes, as blue as amber and gold, were full of sarcasm. She wore a fake yet proud smile.

It was as if they were mocking him.

She exudes an alluring charm that draws people in like moths to a flame, like a finely fermented wine that can make you dizzy and infatuated with just a whiff.

This perfectly illustrates the saying, "The older the wine, the more delicious and mellow it becomes."

"Witch, you're playing with fire."

"So what?"

CC smiled dismissively, even lip-syncing to the gesture:

"A little devil with insatiable desires... Waaah--"

The next second, CC frowned slightly, her snow-white neck immediately arched, and she let out an embarrassing moan.

Two hands at the ends of his arms were gripping the bed sheet, the white veins on the back of his hands standing out.

The body was folded over, and a pair of tender feet suspended in the air were also taut, with the arches of the feet deeply sunken like crescent moons.

"Oh my, what was that sound just now? That doesn't sound like something a witch like you would make."

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Zhenxun's lips.

His pupils were also filled with fire.

Anger in all aspects...

"Ha... is that all? You're still just a brat after all..."

Still being stubborn!

This woman is still being stubborn!

Despite being an immortal witch, she acted like a little imp, provoking others.

Even though his brows were involuntarily furrowed in pain, he never stopped spouting provocative words!

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know why flowers are so red!"

The duel at night, the battle between Yotsuba Mahiro and the witch CC, begins...

Chapter 245 The Witch's Heart (5.1K)

The pleasures of the night will eventually fade, and the dawn of the next day will have arrived.

The blinding sunlight shone down from the sky and streamed into the room through the window.

The bed was a mess, the white blankets were wrinkled, but they were still intact covering the two of them.

On the bed, under the sunlight, her snow-white skin faintly reflected a delicate cherry blossom pink.

The immortal witch was now curled up in Mahiro's arms like a cat, fast asleep with her head resting on his strong arm.

Her nostrils twitched slightly, and her long, soft hair, like willow branches, flowed quietly like a verdant stream, making her look beautiful and captivating.

Perhaps the sunlight was too dazzling; her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and CC slowly woke up from her sleep...

"!!!"

The moment CC caught a whiff of that strong masculine scent, she was jolted awake, her body stiffening instantly.

Even his amber pupils contracted sharply.

But when her gaze gradually refocused and she saw Mahiro's hateful face full of a smirk, her body inexplicably relaxed.

Good morning, Ms. CC.

"..."

CC didn't respond or show any expression. She just stared at him for a moment, then closed her eyes again, pulled the pillow over, and quietly turned over.

With a pop, it was like opening a champagne bottle.

This caused their identities to simultaneously tremble slightly.

Even so, CC completely ignored his plans.

"..."

Mahiro somewhat troubled.

To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen such a reaction.

After all, even people like Lina and Chelsea, who say they don't care, will still curse him as an idiot afterwards or the next day.

He was truly somewhat helpless against CC's nonchalant, slacking attitude.

After much thought, his gaze finally settled on the two boxes of pizza on the bedside table.

"Would you like me to heat up your pizza?"

"Um..."

CC finally responded.

A soft groan came from under the covers; though she seemed a little dehydrated, her voice was slightly hoarse.

We went a little overboard last night.

But there was nothing he could do; CC was just too stubborn and loved to mock him.

However, Mahiro didn't say much. He immediately lifted the blanket and prepared to get out of bed, but as CC's snow-white back was exposed to the air...

He saw a few fallen plum blossoms on the bed sheet.

While blinking in surprise, a corner of my heart seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief.

So CC really was her first time...

It's true that codes can heal wounds.

However, its fixed time anchor point is the moment the CODE is accepted.

Just like VV, who accepted CODE when he was young, causing him to always look like a child.