Mystery: The Witch of Desire

“Emily, I have to go to work now. In a few days, once you’re familiar with the area, I’ll take you to the Tingen City Female Teachers’ Mutual Aid Association. Maybe there will be a suitable tutoring job for you there. It’s not far from here, just on this street.”

Chapter 10 The Vanity Butterfly

"Okay, thank you, Levi. You've really grown up."

Emily's face lit up with relief. The gloom that had settled over Jason's passing was slowly dissipating, even though it would be a slow and painful process, it was turning in a positive direction.

Emily couldn't help but sigh. Just six months ago, in her eyes, Levi was still an immature boy who often competed with her for Jason's attention, was playful, and neglected his studies. But just six months ago, he seemed to have suddenly grown up, becoming well-behaved and sensible, taking the initiative to do chores, asking her for help with knowledge, and becoming more diligent in his studies.

And now, he has become a man he can rely on.

"Perhaps, as he said, men can change overnight."

Emily stood by the window, watching Levi's retreating figure on the street, and smiled softly.

……

Rivi took a public carriage to the upper street of Iron Cross Street. Only the upper street had a public carriage stop; from there, one could only enter the narrow streets of the lower slums on foot.

Levi first rented a secluded room at 126 Upper Street for 6 sols per month, using it as his safe house. He would use it to change his appearance before each mission and as a transit point to escape enemy pursuit.

He changed into a new outfit inside the house, and a tall, exquisite girl appeared in the mirror: shoulder-length black hair, narrow eyes, a high nose bridge, deep red lips, and a pointed chin. She wore a white shirt and black slim-fit rolled-up trousers, looking like a career woman, exuding a cold and beautiful aura while outlining her alluring curves.

Levi couldn't help but marvel at the Mutual Aid Society's extraordinary skill in designing women's clothing, far surpassing even the top fashion designers of his previous life. So much so that every time he looked in the mirror, his desires were aroused…

Speaking of desire, the design on her chest seems to heat up slightly again...

A sense of unease washed over Levi, and he quickly washed his face with cold water to calm himself down.

Once he was dressed, he picked up the last item the mutual aid society had prepared from the box:

A small black bow tie.

A small note was attached to the back of the bow tie:

Magical item: The Vanity Butterfly, which can make the wearer more charming and feminine in every move.

Negative effects: It must be worn in a conspicuous place, and its effects will not fade when you stop wearing it, but will permanently change the wearer's body.

……

A complex feeling flashed through Levi's mind.

He knew that although he was already more charming and beautiful than most women, he was still prone to making mistakes in many details.

To ensure the mission's success, I'll wear it, but I have to take it off quickly after each mission. I don't want to become a sissy...

Levi sighed, pondered for a moment, and wrapped the vain butterfly around his neck, which conveniently concealed the unusual appearance of his Adam's apple.

However, this made her appear even more alluring, almost like a carefully packaged commodity...

"All of this is to avenge Jason..."

Levi took a deep breath and walked out of 132 Upper Street, entering the chaotic area of ​​Lower Iron Cross Street.

His destination was the Kingfisher Bar on Lower Street, a notorious red-light district and the territory of the Hyena Gang. The Kingfisher Bar was run by the Hyena Gang's leader—"Red Lady" Samira.

She is less than 1.6 meters tall, has red hair, an exaggerated figure, and controls about 40 prostitutes and 10 thugs. She has certain fighting abilities and may be an extraordinary being.

This information all came from intelligence provided by Ms. B, and it must be said that it was quite detailed.

Knowing full well what was going on, Levi pushed open the door of the Kingfisher Bar, immediately attracting a lot of attention. Most of the men cast greedy glances at him, while many women looked him up and down with envious eyes.

A drunken regular customer immediately asked the bartender:

"Is this the new girl? She's got some hot stuff! How much?"

Another red-nosed guy approached Reeves with a large mug of oat beer, putting his arm around her shoulder as he grinned wickedly:

"Miss, you're dressed like a female teacher, but you have the air of a slut. What are you doing here?"

Levi didn't speak, quietly waiting for the moment the hand landed on his shoulder. Then, he suddenly dodged, grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and Red Nose immediately let out a painful scream.

The two thugs in the shadows immediately stood up, ready to step forward, but were stopped by a slender, delicate hand.

"Don't rush, I'll deal with her."

A woman about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a beige open-necked shirt, a black short leather skirt and white stockings, swayed as she walked by in high heels.

"Miss, what do you need? Don't be shy, speak up. Kingfisher Bar treats everyone equally and can provide satisfactory service to women as well."

The tall woman walked up to Levi, looked at the aloof and beautiful woman who was about the same height as her, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Reeves, true to his prepared persona, spoke with a cold smile:

"Really? I think you're quite good. I'd like to see how you'll provide me with satisfactory service."

He knew the woman opposite him: "White Socks" Rowling, Samira's second-in-command.

Provoke the other side's number two, defeat her, use that as a stepping stone to squeeze into the other side's team and take her place.

This is Reeves' general plan; the rest depends on how things unfold.

A complex emotion flickered in Rowling's eyes as she gave Levi a meaningful look before slowly extending her slender, delicate hand.

Reeve tensed up, ready to counterattack.

However, the hand slowly and without any threat reached straight to Reeves' neck, and two long fingers hooked his bow tie behind his back.

"Okay, come upstairs with me."

She smiled, gently tugged at the bow, and turned to lead Levi upstairs.

Reeves then reacted with some surprise, awkwardly shaking off Rowling's hand and following behind her.

"It seems she doesn't intend to make a move on the first floor in public, but rather to take me to the second floor and ambush me in her familiar territory. Hmm, I need to pay extra attention to the windows later. If things go wrong, I can use my assassin's feathering ability to jump out and escape. However, Samira might not even be an Extraordinary, and Rowling probably isn't either. I also have a revolver on me, so I shouldn't be at a disadvantage in the fight..."

As he followed Rowling upstairs, Levi quickly considered the possible developments in the situation and how he should respond.

Chapter 11 Provocation

As Levi pondered a solution, he followed Rowling up the stairs.

With each step, Rowling's leather skirt swayed, revealing her long legs clad in white stockings, exuding an alluring charm.

"Intentional? Trying to seduce me? While you are indeed very attractive, you underestimate my willpower."

Levi sneered inwardly, ignoring Rowling's long legs, and instead focused intently on observing the second-floor environment, finding several windows that facilitated escape.

Finally, he followed Rowling to a secluded room.

Rowling, with one hand on the doorframe and the other on her slender waist, laughed:

"Do you want to start right away, or take a shower first?"

Trying to take advantage of me while I'm showering? Ha! I won't fall for such an obvious trap. I could even pretend to go to the bathroom to shower and then wait behind the door with a pistol... However, my goal is to defeat Rowling and establish my authority, not to assassinate her. It's better to use a fair and square method.

Levi laughed provocatively:

"Let's get started, I can't wait."

Rowling raised a beautiful eyebrow and said playfully:

"What an impatient little fellow, but that suits me just the way I am; I don't like making things too complicated."

She pushed open the door and went straight in.

Levi stood at the doorway, not rushing in, but observing the situation inside:

The room was small, with patterned wheel curtains wide open, letting in plenty of light. Inside, there was only a double round bed with curtains, a small leather sofa, a dressing table, a wardrobe, and two small cabinets that couldn't fit a person, along with a bathroom with a door, just like a typical woman's boudoir.

If there are enemies lurking inside the house, there are only a few possibilities: one is behind the door, two is in the washroom, three is under the bed, and four is in the closet.

He quickly checked behind the door and in the bathroom, but there was no one there. The double round bed had very high legs, and he could easily see that there was no one under the bed by crouching down slightly.

The only possibility is that it's in the closet.

Reeve faced Rowling, quickly moved sideways to the cabinet, and yanked it open—

The women's clothing hung there quietly, with no one hiding it.

No one was lying in ambush?

Levi's mind went blank for a moment. Did Rowling want to lure him up here for a one-on-one fight? Then why didn't she do it on the first floor?

At this moment, Rowling drew the curtains and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

She asked with a smile:

"What are you doing opening my wardrobe? Do you want to try out some different outfits? I didn't realize you had such a taste."

Rowling casually threw her clothes on the ground, leaving her only in a strapless top with a lace pattern.

Her hand reached down to her waist and untied the belt of her little leather skirt.

Levi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and a terrible thought surged into his mind:

"Oh no, it seems like she really wants to do 'that' with me..."

"Why aren't you taking them off? Do you want me to tear off those tattered clothes you're wearing to look so refined, little guy?"

Rowling was already in the mood, her eyes gleaming with intense desire, as she rubbed her legs together and walked toward Levi.

Hey!

Reeves cursed inwardly.

When I take it out later, will it surprise you?

In his panic, Levi wanted to escape the room immediately, but faced with the allure of Rowling's body, the pattern on his chest began to heat up faintly.

Levi speculated that this might be related to the intensity of his desires; the stronger the desire, the hotter the design on his chest would become. If the desire became so intense that he would have to bleed himself with a knife to calm down.

"It's alright, compared to last night, it's much milder now. Although Rowling's figure is very alluring, I have a strong will and didn't have too many bad thoughts. Hmm... why was it so intense last night? Hmm... maybe it's because of that dream..."

Reeves gradually regained his composure and began to think about how to deal with the situation.

"Anyway, my goal is to find an excuse to beat up Rowling. It doesn't matter what the excuse is, as long as it can anger her. Since things have developed to this point, I can..."

Levi smiled inwardly, then revealed a mocking smile:

"What, you've taken off your clothes so quickly? I didn't say I wanted to do anything with you. Is it because the weather in Tingen is too hot lately, or are you just being presumptuous?"

Rowling paused, a cold expression flashing in her beautiful eyes:

"What do you mean?"

Reeve crossed his arms and continued to mock:

"What I mean is, thank you for letting me admire your snow-white body, but unfortunately I'm not interested. However, out of humanitarian considerations, I can still give you two pennies to go to the market and buy two thorny cucumbers!"

After Levi finished speaking, he felt his ears burning. If he hadn't been wearing the Vanity Butterfly, he certainly wouldn't have said such strange things. This magical item was just too terrifying.

Rowling's eyes turned completely cold, with a hint of barely perceptible disappointment.

She slowly squatted down, picked up her clothes, and put them on one by one.

"You can leave now."

She said coldly as she put on her clothes.

"Huh? You're not going to beat me up?"

Levi was surprised. Was Lorraine too good-natured? Or was it that if he went downstairs, he would be surrounded by gangsters and unable to leave the bar?

With a nervous heart, Levi went downstairs to the first floor. As she reached the door, several patrons saw her and immediately asked with smirks:

"What, didn't that spineless J.K. Rowling take advantage of you? Hahaha, you're a woman after all, but you're spineless!"

Aside from the mockery, no one came to stop him, and Reeve successfully reached the door.

"Are you really just letting me go like this?"

Levi felt a little uneasy. He turned around and ran upstairs to the second floor, arriving at the door of that secluded room.

Inside the room, Rowling was already dressed and sitting on the bed, her hands behind her back, seemingly lost in thought.

Upon seeing Reeves return, she raised an eyebrow and asked coldly:

"Why are you back again?"

Levi asked in confusion:

"You're just letting me go like this?"

Rowling paused, then smiled helplessly:

"What? What else do you want? Do you want me to personally escort you to the door?"