Otaku Witch

There’s nothing much to say about Adam. Even without his father’s filter, his countless reincarnations have probably honed a golden soul that can resist most will check effects.

And as for Emora...

There’s nothing much to say about her either. That Little Fatty Dragon has a true innocent heart; no matter how beautiful I am, I won’t be as tempting to her as a piece of barbecued pork.

Other than these two, even someone as strong as Mother Dragon was stunned for a moment when she first saw my true appearance. But now, Miss Head Maid remained completely unfazed; this mental state is truly impressive.

You see, witches are not like those neighboring cultivators who only cultivate strength and not the mind. Even those as powerful as Sages could succumb to temptation, but Miss Head Maid, living in the Royal Palace, must face a lot of temptations and, without some mental cultivation, anyone would have perished early.

Of course, it might also be because Miss Veil just saw my back and didn’t face me directly.

In any case, Dorothy quietly suppressed the charm of her Face of God once more, thought for a moment, and then nodded to the Head Maid.

"Then I’ll trouble you, Miss Veil."

She didn’t refuse the Head Maid’s suggestion. After all, someone who can face the charm of the Face of God with clear eyes can’t be a lecherous bad person, and besides, if the big boss is willing to serve you, you shouldn’t be ungrateful.

Moreover, Dragon King mentioned before that this birthday celebration would last seven days, so I probably won’t be able to leave the Dragon King Palace during this time. Getting to know Miss Veil and building a good relationship now can’t hurt.

Hmm, there was a saying in my past life that men’s friendships are solidified in three ways: soaking in a bath together, bearing arms together, and studying together.

This saying is actually just as applicable to witches.

"Actually, I know a thing or two about massage as well, Miss Veil. We could help each other."

She said with a smile.

Ever since Mother Dragon helped her perfect the Point Acupuncture Technique, she hadn’t had much of a chance to practice it, so now she could just try it out on the Head Maid.

Dorothy thought with full confidence.

Hehe, when it comes to massage, she absolutely won’t lose.

Miss Veil didn’t object, and she smiled gently, then nodded.

"I’m looking forward to it."

She then walked behind the Homebody Witch without any hesitation and pressed her hands on her shoulders.

The touch sent shivers down Dorothy’s spine. She instinctively tilted her head back and was once again struck by the godly beauty of the maid’s outfit.

Miss Veil is really beautiful indeed. Even if she can’t surpass the Face of God, she comes very close, especially since she’s only wrapped in a white towel at this moment, her impressive figure barely contained, making the little witch blush red.

Oh no, it might be me who’s going to get charmed first.

This thought startled Dorothy into focusing inward, using Hyakki Buddhist Dharma to suppress all desires with a Bodhisattva Heart.

Beauty and White Bone Temple, release.

When the Homebody Witch opened her eyes again, her gaze was as clear as a baby’s. At this moment, her heart was as calm as a Buddha’s, surpassing Sages.

In response, the Head Maid raised an eyebrow slightly, her smile deepening, but she said nothing, just earnestly continuing to massage Dorothy.

And then...

Not long after, the Homebody Witch had to put on a serious face, sweating profusely, as if facing a formidable foe.

This isn’t good! I’ve met my match. The Head Maid’s technique is extraordinarily terrifying.

Feeling the strong massages from those hands, Dorothy felt her bones were about to turn to jelly, a unique comfort akin to being caught by a Soul Extractor like a little kitten, almost making her slide into the depths of the pool uncontrollably.

Though Miss Veil’s hands were disciplined, without any inappropriate movements — just ordinary massage — yet the effect was astonishingly powerful. What exactly did she incorporate into her technique?

Dorothy gritted her teeth to avoid making embarrassing noises.

Fortunately, just before her Bodhisattva Heart nearly lost its focus, the Head Maid stopped.

"How was it, Young Miss? Were you satisfied with my technique?"

Dorothy nodded vigorously.

"Satisfied, very satisfied. Next, please evaluate my technique, Miss Veil."

She said with much gratitude.

At this moment, she truly felt as if she were floating in a state of transcendence, and this was not an illusion but a real physical sensation.

All she could say was that Miss Veil’s massage service in a martial arts novel would surely be considered a grand stroke of luck, as after a round of massage, Dorothy could clearly feel the medicinal properties absorbed passively during the bath activate fully.

Even though she is now a Martial God, strictly speaking, she only excelled in perception; her half-witch’s innate constitution was mediocre. Yet, with the combination of herbal bath and massage, it felt like an incredible transformation.

She could distinctly feel her strength, speed, and physique attributes significantly enhanced.

If massaged a few more times, she might possibly become a Cultivated Martial Saint.

In any case, this bone-restructuring technique was unheard of before; perhaps it’s a palace secret technique — a remarkable learning opportunity indeed.

"Hehe, then I must appreciate it thoroughly."

Hearing the words of the Homebody Witch, the Head Maid laughed merrily.

Then she nonchalantly removed her towel and lay down by the edge of the pool.

"Go ahead, Young Miss; don’t hold back, please feel free to unleash your skills."

She looked back at the flustered and red-faced Dorothy, seemingly implying something.

Dorothy: "..."

Staring at the embodiment of perfection before her, she didn’t even know where to rest her eyes.

Fortunately, she quickly regained her sharp focus.

Dorothy, stay calm; this is not a benefit segment — this is a serious academic duel.

Since Miss Veil already gifted her with a wonderful encounter, it’s her responsibility to reciprocate.

So, bring it on, Miss Veil. Witness the power of my Yemengade Point Acupuncture Technique.

With that, she earnestly began her massage.

But...

By the time Dorothy was exhausted and sweating, the voluptuous Dragon Maiden remained serene, merely enjoying the experience with closed eyes.

Dorothy was instantly dispirited.

No, how could this be? This was my lifelong mastery of Combat and Magic, yet it couldn’t break through Miss Veil’s defenses?

The Homebody Witch began to doubt whether her Martial God abilities were real.

Otherwise, why is it that while she was about to collapse from exhaustion, Miss Veil still remained unaffected?

"Hmm? Is it over?"

The Head Maid felt the hands on her body stop, opened her eyes, and turned slightly, puzzled.

Dorothy: "..."

The Homebody Witch went to sulk in a corner, drawing circles in shame.

No, Miss Veil, what are you saying? It’s like you’re insinuating I’m inadequate.

Ugh, I truly am just a little fledgling — I’m so sorry I couldn’t make your experience thoroughly enjoyable.

While Dorothy was dwelling in self-pity, the Maid Miss approached her again, soothing her softly.

"It was wonderful, honestly. Though your technique is still a bit inexperienced, it was indeed one of my rare relaxing times over the years. Hmm, this point-targeting technique is what those Immortals of the Eastern Universe call acupuncture, right? Quite interesting. I have some insights if you’d like to hear."

"I do, I want to hear them."

Upon hearing there was something to learn, Dorothy instantly forgot her previous self-pity, shouting enthusiastically, and gazing at the Head Maid with eager eyes.

Thus, the two of them thoroughly discussed the acupuncture techniques in the pool.

...Witch academic exchange in progress...