Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Laughter used to be kept behind the door, and you looked at Candy's smile with a puzzled expression.

Candy pulled you along, explaining, "This was an agreement between Mr. Patrick and me. Those elves seem to resent Christmas and aren't willing to work seriously. Their apples aren't just supplied to Blood Rose, but also to other merchants and even within the elf community. So, Mr. Patrick asked me to perform the previous... show? To motivate them. At first, I thought my gender would give me away, but it seems they didn't notice. Elves are surprisingly a bit dense." Candy subtly stuck out her tongue.

They're not stupid; they've been infected by a cute virus called candy, and they're bewitched. On Christmas Day, exploitation and deception continue to oppress single people.

Candy led you to the Dark Sixth District, a vast cluster of floating fortresses. The whistling of brooms echoed across each floating island. This was the Witch District, the neighborhood of elemental witches.

You are teleported to a large stone slab, where there are few races other than witches, because witches themselves are very sexist.

So, how did the candy gain the witch's approval?

"Obtaining the apples is only the first step. We also need to process these fruits, using witch's potions to make the apples more tempting, or add some magical effects."

Candy went into the small shed next to the stone slab and took out a broom that was taller than herself.

"Come here quickly, we're going to the Witch's Castle on broomsticks."

You walked over. "Candy, can you ride a broom?"

Candy nodded and put on a light gray witch's hat. "This is permission given to me by the Elemental Witches' Mother, Lady Yana. As long as I chant the spell, I can temporarily use a broom to fly in the witch's quarters."

"What is the spell?"

"I'm Magical Girl Candy!" The curved tip of the witch's hat drew a circle on Candy's head as the voice spoke, and glittering gold dust fell from the tip around Candy. The broom in her hand trembled a few times, slipped from her grasp, spun a few times in the air, and came to a steady stop in front of Candy.

Candy straddled the broom, and you sat behind him. Just like sitting on the back of a motorcycle, your hands naturally wrapped around Candy's soft, slender waist, without an ounce of excess fat, as if it would collapse at the slightest touch.

"Hurry up!"

"kindness?"

"Actually, witches all love speed."

Boom! Your scream shot into the sky like a rocket.

After a long period of vomiting, you finally saw your surroundings clearly. It was a room with feathers piled all over the floor, and above you, pairs of bright yellow eyes were watching you, accompanied by cooing sounds.

“This is the witch’s pet resting area and flight point,” Candy said, placing her broom in the messy pile of brooms beside her. “It’s also a reception point for visitors other than the witch.”

Looking at the owls all over the place, Candy said, "If you like them as pets, you can pet them. It seems like they have all kinds of owl breeds here."

Owls are a no-go; they're birds of prey, after all, and those sharp claws and claws look rather intimidating. Thinking this, you spot another pet outside in the hallway.

It was a beautiful Ankara black cat with shiny fur.

"The pet escaped!"

You rushed out, hoping to catch your escaped pet.

Cats probably don't have much fighting ability.

The cat wasn't shy at all; when it saw you approaching, it turned around and looked at you.

You were about to catch her, just a little bit more... and you were caught.

The shadow of a black cat forms a paw that pins you to the ground. You lie on the ground, only 0.1 meters away from the cat.

You were stunned because the cat started talking.

"Little brat, if you call me 'pet' again, I'll throw you off this cliff. You're the pet, your whole family are pets." The black cat threatened, raising its front paw, the claw popping out of its paw pads and gleaming.

Candy rushed out.

“I’m sorry, Miss Cat, he meant no harm. We are employees of the Blood Rose Bar. We have permission from Ms. Yana to process apples in the potions section.”

The cat human-like gesture of propping its chin up with its paw pads, "I see, Yana did tell me about that."

The restraints on you have been released. The black cat leaped into Candy's arms.

"Let's go together, I'm going to the potions section too."

"Okay, Miss Kitty."

The black cat patted Candy's shoulder with its tail as a response.

On the way, both of them became curious about the talking cat.

"Miss Kitty, you...you're a witch cat?"

Looking at the timid and adorable little girl asking him a question, the black cat had absolutely no resistance to such a weak and cute creature, and happily answered him.

"I suppose so. I am Veraliz, the mistress of witches, the ultimate witch."

"That's amazing."

Candy and Veraliz chatted all the way until they arrived at the potions section.

One by one, bubbling cauldrons were set up, and in the firelight, witches were putting all sorts of unidentifiable materials into the boiling cauldrons, while bottles of potions with strange glows were taken out.

Candy and you go to find the familiar witch to process apples.

Vera Liz waved goodbye to Candy and came to a huge cauldron where a witch was pouring herbs on a high platform. The black cat climbed up.

Ifrit.

"Lady Veraliz".

"Is the potion I asked you to mix ready?"

“It’s ready,” Ifrit said, a strange look appearing on her usually expressionless face. “A love potion. Just a tiny bit will make you aroused by anything nearby. Um… Lady Veraliz, why do you need this…”

"...The experiment should have met my requirements, right? This potion is effective even on the dead, isn't it?"

Ifrit swung the dark black potion in her hand.

"Yes, this medicine also works on undead creatures. I've already tested it on two witches of death, and their relationship has improved significantly."

Veraliz immediately snatched the potion away, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Ifrit."

"It's nothing, the recipe isn't too difficult."

“Ifrit, this is our ‘secret’.” Veraliz squinted at the expressionless witch.

"That's your secret, Lady Veraliz. I know nothing about it."

"Very good!" Veraliz hopped away from the potions area in a few quick leaps.

On the other side, Candy and you have put all the processed apples back in the basket, adding just a little bit of happiness potion to make the apples taste even better to those who eat them.

"Great, let's get out of here quickly."

Just as you arrived at the teleportation point in the Witch Quarter, you met up with the black cat Vera Liz again. She was talking with two little witches.

"Little witches! We're heading to Andre Academy to further expand the Death Witch's influence. Let's deliver the apples! Where are Chrolla, Murray, and Figny?"

"I don't know. They haven't come back since Eve called them away."

"Well... let's forget about them and go ahead!"

After several twists and turns, Candy and you arrived at the Light and Shadow Zone, but it didn't seem to be the way back to the bar.

"A shop has commissioned me to purchase magic apples; it's my friend's shop."

When Candy pronounced the word "friend," she emphasized it, and you began to wonder what special meaning this word "friend" might have.

And so, a small shop decorated in pale pink, with colorful lights and dazzling neon glow, appeared before you. Pink and such colors pale in comparison to this shop; it's practically an overabundance of hormones. The surrounding area is filled with shifty-eyed male customers, who are still breathing heavily even after leaving the shop.

Pure Maid Experience Center. Below, decorated with heart symbols, is a line of small print: "Need the intimate service of a pure maid? Master!"

You have developed a great interest in this store.

You look at the innocent-looking candy with a shy expression.

"Um... Candy, what kind of friend are you?"

"What kind of people are they... like me... Ah! They're much more mature and alluring than me?"

Like candy? Mature and alluring? Isn't this the shop of a succubus older sister?! I see, this is what a pure maid is all about!

Candy smiled as she looked at you. "Want to go in and take a look? They're my good friends, maybe I can let you experience it for free!"

"How could I possibly accept this?" you said hesitantly, but your body language betrayed your true feelings. "But I don't want to disappoint Candy's kindness, so... let's give it a try."

And so, you and Candy entered the Pure Maid Experience Center.

"Welcome, Master!" The maids, dressed in pristine white maid outfits, bowed in unison, their energetic voices resonating in your mind.

Isn't that just too energetic?

You must have made a mistake.

Those maids, standing tall and upright, were all over two meters tall. They were undeniably mature and alluring, their faces heavily made up. Like candy, they weren't as cute as him, but rather, they were cross-dressing masters.

These "maids" are over two meters tall, and their exposed parts reveal powerful muscles that seem to explode out. They are... a group of devilish muscle men.

Did you just open... the gates of hell?

The man at the head of the group had two solid pectoral muscles that almost crushed the maid outfit. He wore green eyeshadow, black lipstick that looked like it had been poisoned, and a pretentious, affected voice that sounded like a call from hell.

"Oh my, isn't this the lovely Candy Lord? Today... oh... it's Christmas Day, Happy Holidays, Candy Lord."

Happy holidays, Miss Brandy. I brought you apples!

Miss Brandy let out a queen-like shrill laugh, “Thank you so much, Lady Candy. Would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea? We have the latest black tea in our shop.”

Candy shook his head, looked at you, and smiled like a succubus, "I don't need it. However, my friend is very interested in your services. If possible, please let him experience it. I will pay for it."

You hurriedly explained, "No, Candy, I'm actually all better now. Let's finish our task first..."

Miss Brandy's booming voice was like thunder. "What! Lord Candy actually made a request of us! I'm so touched! How could we accept money from our best friend!" Miss Brandy grabbed your wrist like she was holding a chick.

You look at that demon's mouth, opening and closing towards you.

"Don't worry, Master. You're a friend of Lady Candy, so we'll definitely provide you with the highest-class, all-inclusive service. Pure maid service! Top-notch service!"

Bang!

It was as if a hurricane had swept through the store; in the blink of an eye, the demons around you had turned into four.

Four terrifying, muscular men surround you in the center.

The first one was dressed in a blue maid outfit, with snow-white fur and a bear's head. He fidgeted, striking a shy, girlish pose.

"Pure maid, bear-woman maid, Wollyland, greets her master."

The second one was dressed in a pale yellow maid outfit, covered in light green scales. He stuck out his tongue and licked his yellow vertical eyes, as if showing off his nimble tongue, while looking at you.

“A pure maid, an Argonian maid, Sandra, greets her master.”