The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 142 - The Great North Ansu Famine (2/4)

In the dressing room of Avena’s room.

Avena stood before the full-length mirror, her face flushed red, combing her somewhat messy long hair.

And Ciel behind her reached out speechlessly, pulling at the lace on her collar—this section of lace was completely torn, and the white shirt had a tear ripped open at the chest part.

Almost exactly as Ciel thought, this dress was indeed too thin, and unsuitable for combat. Easily torn with casual pulls. However, the silk slip inside was of relatively good quality.

Ciel reached out, touched her tongue. Sharp pain came from the tip; it had been bitten open.

Avena’s reaction was also a bit too intense... seemed very unwilling to be underneath.

But her strength couldn’t resist Ciel at all, could only make some futile resistance and struggle.

And when struggling, her small hands weren’t very clean either, pinching Ciel painfully.

Looks like next time hands need to be tied.

At this moment, Avena also saw through the mirror Ciel sticking out her tongue checking the wound. This made her face feel as if burned by fire.

She really wanted to turn around and apologize to Ciel, but if she really apologized, Avena felt she might never be able to turn things around for her entire life.

This is legitimate self-defense... This is legitimate self-defense...

Avena kept reminding herself in her heart, convincing herself.

Who asked her to stick her tongue out...

Just now, Ciel’s actions and the soft touch made Avena’s brain go blank, so much so that she couldn’t quite remember what she did to Ciel afterwards...

But looking at Ciel’s clothes and wound, her resistance seemed a bit too fierce...

Will this make Ciel think she was unwilling, leading Ciel not to do this next time...

Avena wanted to apologize on one hand, yet wanted to maintain her “dignity” that was almost gone before Ciel on the other. Under such apprehension, she didn’t notice Ciel had already walked behind her.

“If you want to be on top... you can tell me, I’ll let you.”

Ciel’s gentle voice came from behind, making Avena stunned for a moment. Then, an indescribable sense of humiliation rose from the bottom of her heart.

Who wants you to let me!!!

Ciel’s words seemed comforting, but were quite insulting to Avena. But while anxious, she couldn’t show she cared. Could only take a deep breath, then said, “Sorry, I’ll be careful next time.”

Saying this, as if she won the confrontation just now.

After speaking, Avena didn’t turn back, directly walked out of the dressing room, slowly suppressing the agitation in her heart.

Just wait! Ciel! Don’t think you’ve won! Next time I’ll definitely press you onto the sofa and make you meow like a cat!

Avena silently swore in her heart.

Just now I was just letting her have her way, yes that’s right. Ciel is a patient now; the previous two times I let her have her way.

Just as the blush on Avena’s face almost completely faded, her facial expression nearing calm, Ciel’s voice came again from the dressing room behind.

“Avena, what if the clothes are broken? The necklace is still hanging on your collar...”

Avena looked down, indeed saw the ruby necklace from before, currently hanging on her collar, seemingly slid down and got caught when Ciel was on her just now.

Ciel’s reminder made Avena recall the events just now again. The mental victory method just established instantly collapsed. Blushing, she grabbed the necklace in her hand, turned around, threw it back: “Pick yourself!”

After speaking, Avena quickly stepped forward, click, helped Ciel close the dressing room door.

“Hm?”

Ciel, catching the necklace, seeing the door closed, stood in place blinking.

Why did she get angry?

Did I do something wrong?

But looking at Avena’s previous actions, didn’t seem like rejecting her, rather seemed somewhat overly excited, and inexperienced, hence the joke.

Although she herself had no experience either.

Perhaps next time I should be gentler, coax her a bit?

Ciel thought, while combing her hair smooth with a comb.

Finding a similar pleated shirt from Avena’s wardrobe and changing into it, Ciel followed Avena’s previous matching advice, put on a black short cloak, finally picked a hat of the same style as the cloak and put it on, lastly, put on the ruby necklace.

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When Ciel opened the door, she saw a pair of new white silk stockings and black short boots placed before the door. Avena sat on the sofa, arms crossed, turning her head slowly to the other side after hearing Ciel come out, seemingly not wanting to see Ciel.

“Are these prepared for me?” Ciel asked while changing into the new shoes and socks. After completing the final matching, she walked towards Avena, asking, “Is it weird? Wearing like this?”

Honestly, from a tailor’s and designer’s perspective, Ciel felt there was nothing wrong with this combination. But if the model was herself, she found it somewhat hard to judge.

Just like a painter finding it hard to observe the disharmony in their own painting on the same day, Ciel, using herself as a model, also found it hard to see anything wrong in a short time. To be safe, still asked Avena.

Initially, Avena seemed still sulking on her own, not planning to pay attention to Ciel. But after a while, couldn’t help turning her head, scanned Ciel, her gaze lingering slightly on her face, then finally moved her sight away with difficulty, saying:

“It’s okay.”

“That’s good.” Ciel replied with a smile, then sat on the sofa beside her. She knew Avena was having a little temper now, so deliberately sat further away.

However, this small detail was still caught by Avena, her heart skipped a beat.

Ciel... does she dislike me now?