The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 142

Inside the dressing room of Avena’s room.

Avena was standing in front of a full-length mirror, her face flushed red, straightening her slightly messy long hair.

Behind her, Ciel, with a speechless expression, reached out and tugged at the lace around her collar—this lace was completely torn, and the white shirt had a rip in the chest area.

Almost exactly as Ciel had thought, this dress was indeed too flimsy and unsuitable for combat. It could be easily torn. However, the silk slip underneath was of relatively good quality.

Ciel reached out and touched her tongue. A stinging sensation radiated from the tip of her tongue. The skin here was broken.

Avena’s reaction had also been a little too intense… She seemed very unwilling to be below.

But her strength was no match for Ciel at all. She could only put up some futile resistance and struggle.

And when she struggled, her little hands weren’t very clean either, pinching Ciel hard enough to hurt.

It seems she’ll have to tie her hands next time.

Avena, at this moment, also saw Ciel sticking out her tongue to check her wound through the mirror. This made her face feel as if it were on fire.

She really wanted to turn around and apologize to Ciel, but if she actually apologized, Avena felt that she might never be able to recover her position.

This is self-defense… This is self-defense…

Avena kept reminding herself in her heart, trying to convince herself.

Who told her to stick her tongue out…

Ciel’s action and the soft touch just now made Avena’s mind go blank, so much so that she couldn’t quite remember what she did to Ciel afterward…

However, judging from Ciel’s clothes and injuries, her resistance seemed to have been a little too intense…

Would this make Ciel think she was unwilling, leading Ciel not to do it again next time…?

While Avena wanted to apologize, she also wanted to maintain her “dignity,” which was already almost gone in front of Ciel. Caught in this dilemma, she didn’t notice that Ciel had already walked up behind her.

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

Ciel’s gentle voice came from behind, and after she froze for a moment, a sense of indescribable humiliation rose from the bottom of Avena’s heart.

Who wants you to let me!!!

Ciel’s words seemed comforting, but to Avena, they were quite insulting. However, she was very anxious but couldn’t show how much she cared. She could only take a deep breath and say, “I apologize, I will be careful next time.”

Saying this, it was as if she had won the exchange just now.

After speaking, Avena walked directly out of the dressing room without looking back, slowly suppressing the restlessness in her heart.

Wait! Ciel! Don’t think you’ve won! Next time, I’ll pin you down on the sofa and make you meow like a cat!

Avena silently vowed in her heart.

Just now, I was just letting her have her way. Yes, that’s right. Ciel is a patient now. I let her have her way twice before.

Just as the redness on Avena’s face had almost completely faded and her expression was approaching calmness, Ciel’s voice came from the dressing room behind her.

“Avena, what should I do about the broken dress? The necklace is still hanging on your collar…”

Avena lowered her head. Indeed, she saw the ruby necklace from earlier, now hanging on her collar. It seemed to have slipped off and caught there when Ciel was on top of her just now.

Ciel’s reminder made Avena remember what had just happened. The mental victory she had just established instantly crumbled. Blushing, she clutched the necklace in her hand, turned around, and threw it back, “Pick it yourself!”

After saying that, Avena quickly stepped forward and closed the dressing room door on Ciel with a snap.

“Hmm?”

Catching the necklace and seeing the door closed, Ciel stood in place and blinked.

Why is she getting agitated?

Did I do something wrong?

However, judging by Avena’s actions just now, it didn’t seem like she was rejecting her. Instead, she seemed a little too excited and inexperienced, which was why she made a fool of herself.

Although she herself wasn’t experienced either.

Perhaps she should be gentler next time and coax her a little?

While Ciel was thinking, she smoothed her hair with a comb.

After finding a similar pleated shirt from Avena’s closet and changing into it, Ciel followed Avena’s previous advice. She draped a black short cape over her shoulders and finally chose a hat of the same style as the cape to wear. Finally, she put on the ruby necklace.

This was much warmer and also looked more complete as an outfit.

When Ciel opened the door, she saw a new pair of white stockings and black ankle boots placed in front of the door. Avena was sitting on the sofa, her arms crossed. Upon hearing Ciel come out, she slowly turned her head away, seemingly not wanting to see Ciel.

“Are these for me?” Ciel asked while putting on the new stockings and shoes. After completing the final touches to her outfit, she walked towards Avena and asked, “Does it look strange? Wearing this?”

To be honest, from a tailor’s and designer’s perspective, Ciel felt there was nothing wrong with this combination. But when she was the model, she found it hard to judge.

Just as it is difficult for an artist to notice the visual inconsistencies in their own work on the same day, Ciel, as her own model, also found it difficult to spot anything amiss in a short time. To be on the safe side, she asked Avena.

At first, Avena seemed to still be sulking to herself and didn’t intend to talk to Ciel. But after a while, she couldn’t help but turn her head and scan Ciel. After her gaze lingered on Ciel’s face for a moment, she finally moved it away with difficulty and said:

“It’s alright.”

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

However, this small detail was still caught by Avena. Her heart sank.

Ciel… is she starting to dislike me?