Beatrice gave Louis a smile:

"Don't worry, it's not the kind of harmful magic potion. It's a royal product, still trustworthy."

Louis shook his head: "That's not the issue."

Seeing Louis staring blankly at her, Beatrice realized that this time he had come back in his robe.

She lowered her head, slowly unbuttoned her light, thin clothes, and beckoned to Louis with her finger:

"Come, tonight, let me turn you into a man."

The words carried a provocative flavor.

She was always this defiant.

Louis's gaze flowed over her slender waist, feeling the pounding heartbeat as if it could be heard clearly.

"Does it look good?"

Beatrice's eyes held a hint of softness, now she had exposed the thin garment underneath, as if a gust of wind could lift it.

Louis was close to her, able to feel their body temperatures rising slowly.

Actually, he was quite anxious.

But he didn't want to show an impatient attitude in front of his beloved woman.

Just as she intended to give him a free-spirited night, he also hoped she would grow old with him, reflecting on the past with a happy smile.

"Do you need me to help?"

Beatrice chuckled lightly.

Her words were like that of a well-behaved kitten, gently scratching at his heart.

Though Beatrice seemed to be asking, her hand had already reached for Louis's upper body.

She unhurriedly opened the buttons of his robe one by one, tilted her face to rest her head on her knee, leisurely watching him:

"Darling, do you like this?"

Louis nodded, his gaze sweeping over Beatrice's slightly trembling body, gently lowering the curtain.

With a snap of his fingers, he activated a zero-ring magic.

A ball of light like gentle moonlight illuminated the small space.

Beatrice hummed with her head tilted back.

When Louis raised his head again, the belt had grown looser.

"Should it be rougher?"

Beatrice said softly.

Louis shook his head: "Follow my pace."

Louis gently caressed her cheek.

Beatrice obediently opened her arms.

Louis's thumb lightly pressed on her navel, soon her face blushed like rosy clouds.

Only at this moment did Louis feel so satisfied, owning the ancestral skills of the succubus clan proved invaluable.

In the night, a muffled groan could be heard faintly.

Feeling the atmosphere heating up, even the moon outside the curtain quietly hid behind the clouds.

In a daze, he recalled the little moments with Beatrice over this time, using a kind of tenderness he could not comprehend he said:

"Beatrice, glad to meet you."

...

In a nameless space.

A group of elegantly dressed women gathered together.

Prophetic Witch Evelyn looked at Olivia, who was sitting alone at a small round table, with an expression as if she had seen a ghost and cursed softly:

"Lazy Witch, what on earth did you do?"

Her face was pale as she looked at the smiling Lazy Witch, cursed under her breath:

"The threads are starting to become tangled and indistinct."

Olivia said with a cheerful smile:

"Whether tangled or not has nothing to do with you, right? Just focus on your work and do your prophetic duties well."

After she said this, her body paused for a moment, lowered her head, and picked up the teacup.

"Seems like the two have finally reached this step."

As she raised her head, her expression looked somewhat strange:

"So you are disagreeing, huh?"

Prophetic Witch Evelyn snorted coldly:

"You ask others, I'm neutral."

Or perhaps she dared not give a choice.

Olivia looked at her with a cheerful smile, knowing this was Evelyn's limit.

She turned her gaze to the other table with three people.

"Affectionate, Thorn, and Lustful, what are your opinions?"

The Affectionate Witch, the oldest and potentially the strongest witch at the witches' tea party, was smilingly holding her face, looking at Olivia and said:

"If I agree with you, can I get the chips I want?"

Olivia smirked and said:

"If I can't offer them, nobody else has a better chance."

The Affectionate Witch said with a cheerful smile:

"Alright, I agree for myself, unilaterally."

Olivia nodded, looking at the Thorn Witch alongside.

Thorn Witch had thorns wrapped around her body, those spikes pierced into her flesh, vaguely able to see blood continuously seeping into the thorns, dyeing the deep green thorns red.

Not long after, she spoke:

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it? Even so, will you persist?"

Other witches attending the tea party dared not even breathe loudly, hearing Thorn Witch's seemingly nonsensical statement, some did not understand it's meaning.

Only Prophetic Witch Evelyn seemed to have guessed something, lost in thought.

Olivia said:

"So what's your choice then?"

Thorn Witch, with an elegant figure witch, if ignoring the thorns on her body, is still a beauty.

Now she tilted her head to think for a moment, suddenly tapped lightly on the thorns entwined around her.

With a puff, the thorns were directly inserted into her left eye socket.

Strangely, although it seemed so terrifying, not a drop of blood was seen.

A moment later, when the thorns withdrew from her eye socket, they brought out a ball of light.

"Hope you succeed this time."

Olivia nodded, taking the light orb from Thorn Witch's hand.

She glanced at the Lustful Demoness:

"Do you want to oppose?"

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