Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

At six o'clock in the morning, Miya woke up because she was cold.

She rolled over and pulled the blanket up, her toes touching the cold railing at the foot of the bed, which jolted her awake completely.

When I opened my eyes, I saw fine snowflakes falling from the gray sky outside the window. A thin layer of white had accumulated on the stone slabs of the back alley, and the roof tiles on the opposite roof were covered with snow, with only the dark gray edges showing.

Snowing!

She walked to the window in her slippers, breathed white air onto the glass, and drew a crooked smiley face with her finger.

The first snow of early December came silently. The night sky was clear before I went to bed last night, but overnight it turned the whole street white.

She had lived in the Nightingale's Nest for so long, and this was the first time she had ever seen snow here.

The crooked tree in the back alley was covered with ice crystals. The streetlights were still on, and the dim light made the snowflakes look like shattered gold leaf.

I wasn't hungry yet, and the bar was quiet; everyone else was probably still asleep.

She thought for a moment, then opened her laptop and clicked on MikuFans.

Since we have nothing else to do, we might as well broadcast for a while.

It's the same familiar process: power on, adjust the drawing board, and check the pressure sensitivity of the stylus.

The costume is still the same chibi-style maid, with light blonde, fluffy short hair, honey-colored big eyes, and two rosy cheeks.

She stared at the virtual avatar on the screen, which was shaking its head, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

The last time she went live was before the martial arts exam. In just a few days, she defeated an entire cohort of examinees in the Mirror Realm.

The chibi-style maid on the screen remains unchanged, tilting her head, blinking her eyes, and innocently waiting for her to start writing.

What should I draw today?

Her fingers unconsciously circled on the touchpad, her mind going through recent events like flipping through a photo album.

The little witch shivering in the tree hole, Moning and Ailan bound by her tentacles in the downpour, and Asase wrapped in a pink dumpling by the Empty Lice.

Then the image freezes on Xiaoye.

When she was lifted up by her waist with tentacles, the black-haired girl had tears in her eyes, her face was flushed, and her lips were slightly open as if she wanted to curse but couldn't. She was then stuffed with rice balls.

Miya's stylus paused for a moment on the drawing board.

She inexplicably thought of Professor Hiesta.

To be honest, these two are quite compatible in terms of personality.

The teacher-student pairing is perfect. Hiesta's cunning and seductive personality makes her the absolute seme, while Xiaoye appears lazy and composed but blushes easily when his head is patted, making him the uke. This pairing is so adorable.

She quickly went through the image of the two of them together in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more promising it seemed.

With a smile, Hiesta leaned down and used her long, slender fingers to lift Xiaoye's chin.

Xiao Ye's eyes were misty with tears, and although she was shy, she stubbornly bit her lip and refused to look away.

The psychic teacher's pink robe had sleeves that covered her entire palms, and the altered collar was lower than the standard version. A silver necklace pendant was placed just below her collarbone, barely visible.

He lightly brushed the back of the girl's neck with the edge of his sleeve, both teasing and soothing, while his other hand slowly slid down the red-haired girl's back, his fingertips gently pressing on her waist. The girl trembled all over but had nowhere to escape, because the tentacles were still binding her wrists.

Although drawing this is somewhat impolite, everyone should know a little-known fact that belongs only to Bellavita: witches are actually very lonely and proud, and you could even say they are sexually repressed. Most witches would be overjoyed if someone cared about them or if someone could make them receive attention.

Moreover, given Miya's emotional intelligence, she could more or less see that Xiaoye had feelings for Teacher Xiyesta. How did she know? The Empty Lice has hearing, after all!

Moreover, if drawing Lady Reminal had upset her last time, Miya's account would definitely have been suspended for more than just a week.

Besides, those people online are just speculating without any concrete evidence. She has never admitted her identity in her live streams, and there is no evidence to directly link this account to her.

So I just went ahead and drew it. Anyway, it didn't affect her in reality, so it was a win-win situation.

She opened the live stream and typed a random line of text as the title.

[Just a little something on, good morning everyone!]

Then I buried myself in drawing.

There weren't many MikuFans online at around 6 a.m., but Miya's live stream was pushed to the top of the following list shortly after it started.

A few scattered comments drifted in.

[Are you starting the broadcast at this hour? Little maid, are you still awake or just woken up?]

"She's probably not asleep; she seems quite energetic."

[Maybe it's because it's too cold in bed, so I came out to draw and warm my hands.]

Mi Ye didn't look at the comments; she just kept drawing lines on the graphics tablet with her stylus.

She first drew Xiaoye, whose red hair was scattered on a pile of withered leaves, whose eyes were misty, whose face was red from her cheeks to her ears, and whose lips were slightly parted as if she wanted to curse but couldn't say it.

The straps of her red dress slid down to her arms, and the lines of her collarbone and shoulders shimmered with a creamy sheen in the moonlight.

Tentacles reached in from the edge of the screen, and dark red petals gently wrapped around her waist.

Then he drew Hiesta, with pink hair falling down the side of Xiaoye's face, peach-colored eyes curved into two crescent moons, a robe a size too big, sleeves long enough to cover the entire palm, a low neckline, and a silver necklace pendant hanging down below the collarbone, just above Xiaoye's lips.

One hand gently brushed against the back of Xiaoye's neck with the cuff of her sleeve, while the other hand went around Xiaoye's shoulder and held her wrist, her fingertips digging into the thinnest skin on the inside of her wrist, as if teasing a cat with its fur standing on end.

The number of comments gradually increased.

[Wait, wait, wait, is that Xiaoye and Teacher Xiesta?!]

[The little maid is really daring in her drawing! Last time she drew Reminal and Möbius, this time she drew the examinee and the proctor.]

[This Xiaoye is drawn so erotically! That expression, being bound by tentacles and blushing while gritting his teeth, what a wonderful reaction!]

[And the shoulder strap of her red dress slipped down, but the shadow below her collarbone was handled very well.]

[The martial arts exam just ended and they're already producing content? Keep it up, teacher!]

[Can anyone tell me if this artist is actually Xiao Miye, the one who won the martial arts competition? The content of the painting is all based on what she personally witnessed. This is too much of a coincidence.]

[Let me send you a gift and ask how you feel.]

Someone sent a Starlight Milk Tea gift. It wasn't particularly expensive, but the system automatically highlighted it in the chat with special effects, making it hard for the streamer to pretend they didn't see it.

【Little maid, please tell us! Are you really her? A nod or a circle will do, we promise we won't tell anyone!】

Miya paused for a moment on the drawing board, then continued drawing lines.

Her expression was perfectly translated by the costume into an adorable, blinking little maid's eyes, while her drawing continued uninterrupted.

Good morning everyone! It's snowing today. Did it snow where you are?

【What? Changing the subject again】

[She falls silent when faced with difficult questions.]

Isn't not answering itself an answer, ladies?

[Please don't pressure her, let her finish this sketchbook, I can't hold back anymore.]

Ugh, another wasted manicure session.

【? 】

There aren't enough teachers to eat!

I will definitely buy it whenever it's published.

【+1】

【+1】

【+10086】

Miya continued drawing Hiesta's hair, making the layers of pink hair even more detailed than before.

She noticed the comments section had suddenly changed, breathed a sigh of relief, switched to a finer brush on her stylus, and continued drawing the tear that was about to fall from Xiaoye's eye.

Meanwhile, in an apartment far in the suburbs, a little witch was slowly getting out of bed.

……

Xiaoye was awakened by the snowflakes drifting in through the hotel window.

I was so excited last night that I couldn't sleep until the early hours of the morning, and I even forgot to close the window.

She was curled up in the white blankets, her red hair scattered messily on the pillow, her eyes half-closed as she looked out the window.

Fine snow was falling from the gray sky, accumulating a thin layer of white on the windowsill.

Xiaoye traveled all the way from a small city, taking a full day's train ride, just to see Teacher Xiesta.

She still can't quite believe that she actually passed the exam, that she was really assigned to Hiesta's class, that she really rested her head on her teacher's lap in the lounge, that she really wore her teacher's pink robe, and that she really heard her teacher say in that lazy and gentle tone that she would be her teacher from now on.

Last night, she tossed and turned in bed at the hotel for a long time before finally falling asleep, her mind filled with the floral scent of shampoo when that pink head came close to her.

Xiaoye pulled the blanket up to cover his shoulders, then reached for his phone on the bedside table and skillfully opened MikuFans.

The search history will automatically pop up in the search box.

Hiesta

What type of witch does Teacher Hiesta like?

How old is Ms. Hiesta this year?

Does Professor Hiersta have a girlfriend?

These were all videos she had watched countless times.

But today, the first item recommended on the homepage wasn't a video; it was a live stream.

The cover features a chibi-style maid costume, and the title says "Just Doodling," while the live stream section is for drawing and creating art.

She was about to swipe past it, since she usually only watched videos related to Ms. Hiesta, and the painting section was never on her browsing list.

But my finger paused on the screen because the person in the thumbnail looked strangely familiar.

She clicked on it, and then she froze completely.

The image shows a girl with short red hair lying on a pile of dead leaves. The shoulder strap of her red dress has slipped down to her arm, and the lines of her collarbone are clearly outlined by warm-toned light and shadow.

Two tentacles wrapped around her waist and wrists, with the fine suckers on the inside of the tentacles gently pressing against her skin, creating soft indentations.

The pink-haired girl standing in front of her leaned closer, her peach-colored eyes curving into two crescent moons. One fingertip lifted her chin, while the other hand brushed against the back of her neck with the cuff of her sleeve.

That smile, that look, that languid yet dangerous gentleness—it was exactly the same as the person in the lounge she remembered.

Xiao Ye's nosebleed dripped directly onto the hotel's white bed sheet.

She frantically pulled out a tissue from the bedside table to cover her nose, tilted her head back, but held onto her phone tightly in her other hand.

He quickly crumpled a tissue into a ball and stuffed it into his nostrils, covered most of his face with one hand, and only showed his eyes as he continued to stare at the screen through his fingers.

I'm so shy.

She looked at the red-haired girl bound by tentacles on the screen, and it was clearly herself.

So this is what she looks like when she's being lifted up by the waist by tentacles? Does she have this expression when Teacher Hiesta's sleeve brushes against the back of her neck?

She didn't know that just looking at this painting made her heart pound as if she had just been transported from the Mirror World, but she was so happy.

She took out two more tissues, one to wipe her nosebleed and the other to wipe her tears. She wasn't sure if the reason for her tears was shame, excitement, or simply happiness.

She had liked Ms. Hiesta for so long, but she never imagined that one day someone would paint them together, and paint them so well, so well that it was as if she had laid out all the fantasies in her heart that she dared not say on the canvas, and used light and shadow and composition to make them more beautiful than she had imagined.

Her finger lingered on the screen for a long time before she finally and solemnly clicked the follow button.

Then, in the gift list, I found the most expensive gift, "Starry Night Promise," and the system notification sounded crisply in the quiet live stream room.

She typed and deleted in the comments section, then typed and deleted again, and finally sent it.

[Teacher, can you draw more? I don't have enough to eat.]

On the screen, the little maid tilted her head and smiled.

"Thank you, boss! No problem at all!"

Xiao Ye buried his face in the blanket and mumbled for several seconds, then looked up and took two tissues to wipe the blood from his nose onto his phone screen before typing rapidly.

Teacher, you are my god!!

After sending the message, she took a deep breath, got up, ran to close the window, drew the curtains, and turned off the lights.

She then pulled out a phone stand from her bag, which she had brought specifically to record her psychic experiments. She never expected it would be used for the first time in this kind of situation.

She propped her phone up on the bedside table, adjusted the angle, and made sure the image on the screen was clear and stable. Then she freed her hands from the phone, wrapped herself in the blanket, and secretly savored this amazing treat.