Chapter 53: Don’t Squeeze So Tight, Idiot

The surroundings had grown quiet.

The sky was still dyed that orange-red hue of sunset.

The streets were empty, save for the scars left by the battle just moments ago.

Collapsed buildings had blocked the road, rubble piled into uneven mounds, and the mud that had once been controlled by the demon was now just ordinary clods of earth.

In the middle of this devastation—

Bai Shimo sat alone, still wearing her torn performance dress, covered in scratches and dust.

Her head hung low, hair falling forward, her gaze vacant as she stared at the ground.

She was covered in countless wounds.

It seemed that everything that had happened after entering the barrier had taken a heavy toll on her.

In any case, the priority right now is to check on Bai Shimo’s injuries, and then figure out a way out.

Su Yuan made up her mind quickly, stepped forward, bent down, and carefully lifted Bai Shimo into her arms.

Then she turned to look in one direction.

Although what she saw was an illusion of Noston City from three years ago, the general layout of the main buildings and streets remained largely the same.

She remembered that from this intersection, two blocks south, there was a café she used to frequent.

That might be a place where they could rest for a while.

Bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, she carried Bai Shimo step by step.

The sunlight stretched their shadows long across the broken pavement.

Bai Shimo kept looking at her, a faint smile playing on her lips, but she said nothing.

That gaze made Su Yuan’s heart itch inexplicably, stirring a strange and indefinable shyness.

***

At last, they reached the café door.

It was slightly ajar, just like the rest of this empty city—inside, it too was deserted.

She gently laid Bai Shimo on a soft sofa by the window.

Then she crouched down, preparing to remove her shoes and the white stockings, which had already been torn to shreds.

But just as Su Yuan was halfway through removing them—

Bai Shimo gently pressed her knees together, playfully trapping Su Yuan’s hand between them, not letting her pull away.

“Hey…”

Su Yuan blinked in surprise and looked up—only to see two faint red patches already blooming on Bai Shimo’s cheeks.

“Miss Succubus, I like… the feeling of you touching me…”

She said in that soft, coaxing tone, and even rubbed her thighs lightly against Su Yuan’s hand.

Su Yuan’s face flushed instantly.

She quickly lowered her gaze and turned her face slightly into the shadow, not wanting her expression to give anything away.

She had intended to remain measured and restrained in her response to Bai Shimo.

But once she was in this mature, “cool older sister” skin, the habit of maintaining that persona always kicked in without warning.

“Little fool, treating your wounds is what matters most,” the words slipped out before she could stop them, her tone already tinged with affection.

“Mmm… as long as you behave and let me treat you, I’ll give you all the ‘affection’ you want later…”

No, no, no!

That’s not what I meant to say!

Su Yuan could have slapped herself.

Those were just “sweet-talk lines” she had learned from other succubi to tease and charm people!

How could she say something like that to a pure girl like Bai Shimo?!

But it was clearly too late to take it back.

Hearing that “Miss Succubus” would “dote” on her—

Bai Shimo immediately perked up like a child given candy, nodding obediently, her gaze growing a little dreamy.

“Mmm… I’ll listen to everything you say.”

Wait, how could you agree that easily?!

Su Yuan grumbled helplessly in her mind, but her hands didn’t stop moving.

She quickly removed Bai Shimo’s soiled outer clothes, leaving only the close-fitting undergarments.

Then, using the last rays of sunset filtering through the window, she began carefully examining the small wounds on her body.

Her cheeks, neck, waist, back… and limbs.

Scratches, abrasions, and bruises covered her—enough to make anyone else wince in pain and break out in cold sweat.

But Bai Shimo showed none of that.

She simply wore a faint smile, as if she had lost all sensation.

As a magical girl, she often bore scars from battle—she had long since learned to endure pain, whether physical or mental.

Su Yuan let out a quiet sigh, then cautiously lifted her eyes to meet Bai Shimo’s gaze, pretending to be calm as she asked:

“Um, Shimo… how much do you remember of what happened just now—when we were fighting that demon?”

This question was crucial.

If Bai Shimo could clearly recall everything that had just happened, if her true identity was exposed—

Su Yuan would have to find a chance to flee immediately, without a second to spare.

She pretended to continue treating Bai Shimo’s wounds, but her heart pounded anxiously as she waited for the answer.

“Hmm…”

As Su Yuan waited, Bai Shimo tilted her head slightly, thinking seriously.

“To be honest, the moment I stepped into this illusion, all my thoughts seemed to be pulled back to that time three years ago.

I couldn’t stop remembering what happened back then.”

“My mind went completely blank—I wasn’t even sure what I was doing.

I felt like I had fallen into a whirlpool of chaotic memories, with all these… images of you spinning in my head.”

“I could feel you close by—right beside me.

I could even hear your breathing.”

“But every time I called out to you, every time I tried to reach for you, I couldn’t grasp anything…

I was just drifting in that haze.”

She paused, her gaze softening as it rested on Su Yuan’s face, and smiled serenely.

“It wasn’t until you called out to me just now that I finally woke up from that trance.”

“Oh—and Miss Succubus, why are you here?

Did you come specifically to save me?”

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