Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"How about it, would you like to experience another form of joy in life with me?"

Her eyes were full of charm, exuding an alluring allure.

Triss, whose individual features were not particularly exquisite, but whose beauty was exceptional when put together, trembled slightly as she turned her head and met Mrs. Sharon's alluring eyes.

She finally understood the meaning behind the other person wanting to do "that" with her before drinking the potion.

It turns out it was to let her experience the pleasure of being a man one last time...

Damn, that's really thoughtful!

Triss cursed under her breath and hugged Mrs. Sharon, who was leaning towards her.

Just then, a silver mirror placed to her right suddenly gleamed with a cold light.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody stain appeared on the silver mirror.

Mrs. Sharon immediately stopped what she was doing, walked to the window, and silently looked outside.

Outside the glass window, the gray streets were almost dark, and everything was extremely quiet, as if welcoming the arrival of the night.

"A rat is coming."

Mrs. Sharon said in a deep voice, then withdrew her gaze and gradually disappeared into the shadows.

"You can try activating your invisibility ability now; it will be even more effective when combined with spiritual powder."

Mrs. Sharon’s voice came from where she was, but her figure had disappeared. Only a small pink package was thrown next to Triss.

Triss picked up the package, paused for a few seconds, as if she were trying to figure out how to activate her newly acquired ability.

Then, Triss quickly walked to the coat rack and took down a black robe with a hood.

She quickly put on the clothes, buttoned them up, tightened the belt, and pulled down the hood, transforming herself into an assassin.

Triss raised her right hand and tentatively wiped her face, instantly blurring her features hidden by the hood.

Immediately afterwards, she took out a handful of shimmering fluorescent powder from the pink package, chanted an awkward incantation, and sprinkled the powder on herself.

As the incantation was chanted, Triss's figure began to disappear inch by inch, her outline as if drawn with a pencil and then completely erased by an eraser.

Having successfully made herself invisible, she silently left the bedroom, went to the room opposite, and pushed open the window that had no security bars.

With a light leap, Triss stood on the windowsill, looking down at the lawn behind the building, and saw Emily quietly climbing over the wall.

She took a breath and fell like a feather, landing silently on the lawn.

Dressed in black leather and carrying a specially made revolver, Emily cautiously looked around. Her high, straight nose twitched slightly as she sniffed the evil scent in the air—a unique tracking ability of a hunter.

Triss hesitated for a moment, but decided to make a move anyway. Leaving a hunter behind her was too troublesome, and it would be easy for the opponent to stick to her.

She approached Emily silently, circled behind her, and suddenly had a dagger covered in green slime in her hand.

puff!

She moved with lightning speed, plunging the dagger into Emily's lower back in an instant.

But at that moment, what she saw before her eyes shattered as if it were an illusion.

Triss found herself still standing on the windowsill, looking down at the lawn below.

Outside the wall, Emily had already drawn her pistol and pointed it at her head, and Dunn Smith, with his eyes closed and his hand pressed to his forehead, seemed to be surrounded by invisible ripples.

Triss's pupils contracted, realizing that what had just happened was a dream, and that she had been invaded by the power of nightmares without her noticing!

pong!pong!pong!

Emily fired three shots in total, accurately hitting the invisible target who seemed not yet awakened from a dream.

Click!

Triss's silhouette appeared, first cracking, then turning into shards of mirror!

Her figure reappeared in another corner of the house. As soon as she landed, she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Because she was not skilled in using the mirror double, her body was still injured by the shock wave of the special bullet.

Once she regained her balance, she turned and ran quickly down the corridor and stairs until she reached the window on the first floor.

Just as her hand was about to touch the windowsill, a talisman burst into white light beside her, and a tranquil power instantly spread, enveloping an area of ​​several meters around her and Triss's body.

In an instant, Triss's body sank, frozen in place. Emily, who was chasing behind, jumped down the stairs from the second floor, rolled several times to cushion the fall, and then drew her gun, aiming it at Triss by the window.

Boom!

Two more bullets flew toward Triss, who was unable to move and seemed to have nowhere to hide.

But at that moment, the wind suddenly became fierce, causing the tightly closed windows to shake violently.

Clang! Crash! Glass shattered, and a cold, lifeless wind swept in all directions. Along with the wind came ghostly black flames that devoured the demon-hunting bullets, creating sparks that flashed blue in the air.

Just then, Emily's ankle tightened, as if it were being firmly bound by something invisible.

An even colder sensation spread upwards from the point of contact, making half of her body unable to move.

She looked down in astonishment and saw a nearly transparent spider silk thread, covered with chilling frost.

She quickly turned the revolver around and pulled the trigger, aiming at the silk thread on the side of her ankle.

Pong!

A silver demon-hunting bullet, carrying powerful explosive energy, hurtled towards the silk thread, causing Emily to tremble. However, the silk thread only trembled slightly amidst the smoke, showing no sign of breaking.

"team leader!"

Realizing something was wrong, Emily cried out for help, but before she could finish speaking, Dunn's hunched figure appeared not far behind her.

Ripples spread out beneath his feet once more, like waves on water, as he chanted a low, somber poem:

"Crimson whispers, intimidating the puppets lurking in the shadows."

Those who defy the night will go to eternal slumber.

As the solemn poem was chanted, darkness enveloped the open space more than ten meters to Emily's side. The inky darkness seemed to come alive, solidifying into a curtain that suddenly enveloped her downwards!

*Clang!* A crisp sound of something shattering rang out, and from the invisible void, Mrs. Sharon's figure gradually emerged. She sidestepped the black curtain, a sinister, cold smile on her face:

"Good senses, Night Watcher."

Mrs. Sharon!

Emily was startled and quickly loaded a bullet into her revolver, while Dunn, with a blank expression, took out a talisman, his fingertips radiating a hint of spirituality.

The talisman glowed with a fiery red light in his hand before being hurled at Mrs. Sharon in the distance.

Boom! A violent explosion rang out, and the billowing smoke choked Emily, causing her to lower her head and cough incessantly. She quickly regained her composure, pointed her fully loaded pistol forward, only to be shocked to find that Mrs. Sharon had once again vanished in the aftershocks of the explosion.

The next second, accompanied by a crisp sound of mirror shattering, a chilling light flashed beside her.

Emily turned her head in horror and saw Mrs. Sharon holding a long spear made of frost, a sinister smile on her face.

Just then, a slender figure in a black trench coat suddenly pounced out of the shadows and shoved Emily aside the moment the spear was about to strike.

*Thud!* The spear pierced the soft body, splattering bright red blood.

"Klein!"

Emily stared in disbelief at the figure that had thrown her several meters away, and let out a scream.

"What are you trying to prove? You're just a Sequence 9 fortune teller!"

Klein's arm was pierced by an ice spear, and blood stained his black trench coat, turning his face instantly pale.

With a furrowed brow, Dunn swiftly raised his hand, the power of the night gathering in his palm as he chanted the goddess's name:

"The goddess of night, more ancient than eternity!"

"The Supreme Crimson..."

However, before he could finish reciting, a burning pain suddenly surged in his throat, his lungs felt like they were on fire, and his body felt as heavy as if it were filled with mercury.

"What's going on..."

Dunn struggled to support himself, his body resembling that of an elderly man terminally ill.

Mrs. Sharon, standing to the side, revealed a sinister smile. The silk threads in her hands flew, transforming into a noose, which she wrapped directly around Klein's neck.

Another thread shot towards Emily, who was anxiously reloading. The invisible thread wrapped around the pistol and with a sudden flick, it snatched Emily's weapon.

The silk thread wrapped around Klein's neck slowly tightened, and in an instant, bright red blood seeped from Klein's neck. He let out a wheezing sound, and his face turned ashen.

With one hand, Mrs. Sharon manipulated the silk threads, simultaneously binding Emily and Klein, while with the other hand, she once again conjured a frost-transformed ice spear, its tip gleaming coldly at Klein.

Swish! The spear slammed down, about to pierce his chest in the blink of an eye.

"Klein!"

Emily struggled to stand up, her body frozen by frost, feeling as if her heart was being squeezed by sharp claws.

Just then, Mrs. Sharon suddenly stopped moving.

Her arm swung back, then froze in an eerie position, the ice spear gleaming coldly also stopping in mid-air.

"This is……"

Mrs. Sharon's face was filled with terror. Her originally charming and alluring eyes gradually became dull. Her body trembled slightly, as if she wanted to struggle desperately, but she couldn't move an inch at all.

The next instant, Klein, whose neck was bound by the silk threads, revealed a contemptuous smile. His body quickly transformed into a slender form, breaking free from the spider silk. The wound on his arm, pierced by the ice spear, healed rapidly, appearing extremely eerie.

In this eerie atmosphere, Klein's blurry figure suddenly transformed into a beautiful woman. She held a puppet in her left hand and slowly raised her right, causing Mrs. Sharon's body to move in sync, like a puppet being controlled.

This is Livr after her appearance has been slightly altered.

But at that moment, Dunn, already extremely weak, shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Watch out, they've laid an ambush!"

Liviel frowned, sensing the spiritual fluctuations in the air. With these fluctuations, her throat gradually began to feel like it was being cut by a knife, and her head became dizzy, as if she had contracted an illness.

This is... an illness? Liviel had once learned about several sequences above pleasure in the Mirror World, and this was the power of the Sequence 5 Pain Witch!

But Mrs. Sharon doesn't have Sequence 5, and she's already being controlled by the puppet. Could it be...?

Liviel's expression turned solemn. Just then, a spiritual fluctuation came from behind her, and a hand covered in black flames reached out and grabbed her neck.

Liviel quickly turned around, and more than ten balls of black flame ignited around her, surging continuously towards the hand that suddenly appeared behind her like an ouroboros.

Bang! As the black flames erupted, the space behind her rippled, and a graceful figure was blasted out of the void. She had deep blue, watery eyes, a bewitching and alluring appearance, and her charm and elegance even surpassed those of Mrs. Sharon.

Livre was taken aback, but quickly recognized the person:

Dorothy!

Her posters were plastered all over the streets of Backlund, and at the previous party, Livre had danced to her songs.

Unexpectedly, this popular Backlund singer appeared right in front of him.

"You should return what you took."

Dorothy's laughter was cold and clear. She flicked her middle and ring fingers upwards, and Livre suddenly felt the puppet in her hand tremble. Her mental connection with the puppet was strongly interfered with. Livre, weakened by her illness, quickly lost control of the puppet. Mrs. Sharon, whose body was already controlled by the puppet's spiritual threads, shuddered and took the opportunity to break free from control.

Mrs. Sharon's eyes, filled with hatred, turned blood red. Instantly, she released several spider silks burning with black flames, which wrapped around Livre's body, putting Livre in a dangerous situation of being attacked from both sides.

Liviel's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly jumped back, as if falling into Dorothy's arms. Dorothy smiled and continued to flick two fingers, making lewd gestures, and fiddled with the puppet's threads. The puppet, which Liviel had been using for some time, actually released spiritual threads after trembling, which then wrapped around Liviel.

Liviel unleashed the full power of her sex addiction, arousing the desires of the two witches. Dorothy, who was controlling the puppet, trembled, her eyes welling with a sticky, watery light, and the spreading of her spiritual threads slowed down.

Seizing the opportunity, Livre transformed the frost in her hand into a sharp dagger, which she swung back and slashed at Dorothy's neck. The witch, who was focused on manipulating the puppet, seemed not to have reacted in time and had her head severed by the frost blade.

Her head flew several meters away, her deep blue eyes still carrying a touch of innocent charm.

Livre quickly turned to Mrs. Sharon, releasing black flames to block the spider silk attacking her. But at that moment, Dorothy's flying head circled around, tracing a strange arc in the air, and flew to Livre's front, a mocking smile curving her pale lips.

hallucinations!

Liviel was startled and quickly took a step back, but the head suddenly exploded into countless shards of mirror. Dorothy's unharmed figure flew out from among the shards, her left hand burning with intense black flames, and slammed into Liviel's lower abdomen.

boom!

Liviel was pinned to the ground. Black flames seeped through her skin and penetrated her uterus and organs. In an instant, extreme cold and burning pain raged through her body at the same time. Liviel screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Dorothy's deep blue eyes revealed a sinister smile:

"You say you are a primordial benefactor, then why did you kill our sisters?"

Her clothes were burned away by the black flames, revealing Liviel's flat and smooth abdomen, as well as the patterns that shimmered with a faint pink light.

Dorothy glanced at it only once, then revealed a mocking expression:

"Even by a witch's standards, this is something only a filthy bitch would get tattooed!"