"Let's have some fun!" Billie excitedly placed her hand on Zoya's shoulder. "Riley said I used to be a great dancer, and she even fantasized about going to the graduation ball with me… It's a pity I dropped out and joined a gang before I even had a chance to graduate."
"But the problem is, I can't dance!" Zoya hugged Billie, her voice tinged with nervousness, even though strictly speaking, she was the only one there.
Zoya was a veteran, the kind who killed people on the battlefield.
She wasn't a military artist, so she instinctively resisted this kind of physically intimate romantic activity.
"What are you afraid of? We're connected; I'll lead you." Billie pointed at her temple with her free hand, her meaning clear: the Joy Witch's thoughts and memories were almost shared, it only depended on whether the body could keep up, or was willing to.
Before she finished speaking, her other hand boldly, and with a hint of challenge, wrapped around Zoya's slender waist!
Zoya's body instantly tensed like a steel plate.
The veteran, accustomed to charging into battle, was completely helpless with such close-contact dances.
Her feet seemed rooted, clumsily stuck in place, letting Billie lead her in a small circle.
No! How embarrassing!
How could Zoya, a dignified war hero, a cool and beautiful woman, dance something like this like a little girl?
"Relax, Ya Ya~" Billie's face was extremely close; Zoya could even see her own stiff reflection in Billie's pupils.
Billie's warm breath, mixed with the unique scent of static electricity and a hint of mint, brushed against Zoya's earlobe.
It made her shiver all over.
"Don't call me that…" Zoya's voice trembled slightly.
It was hard to imagine that in this regard, Zoya, this "centenarian," was like a rookie in front of the seventeen-year-old Billie.
"Please help me, for our mission? And you promised to grant me a wish before, right?" Billie's breath was like orchids.
They were so close that Billie could clearly feel the stiffness of every muscle in Zoya's embrace, and the sensation brought by this stiffness was fully fed back to Zoya herself.
This made her even more awkward.
Billie didn't give her another chance to hesitate; she almost half-pushed, half-pulled Zoya into the contaminated area covered by euphoria rose.
Underfoot was an unsettlingly soft fungal mat, the sweet, pungent smell so strong it almost solidified, clinging stickily to skin and nostrils.
Almost the instant they stepped in, a sudden change occurred!
The eerie scarlet roses all around, as if disturbed venomous snakes, turned to look at them in unison.
Just like last time, several Smile Roses of varying sizes began to sing a song that only the Joy Witch could understand.
Roots silently broke through the soil, bearing sharp barbs, closing in on the two from all directions, their petal edges gleaming with a metallic cold light.
"Billie!" Zoya snapped, her muscles tensing instantly.
"Don't move!" Billie didn't retreat; instead, she tightened the arm around Zoya's waist, pulling her even closer.
Zoya's faint scent of tobacco and alcohol washed over the sweet, pungent floral smell.
She showed no fear; instead, a more fervent light erupted from her dark eyes, a nearly insane exhilaration that surged from her like a tangible force, powerfully washing over Zoya's taut nerves through their invisible connection!
"Dance!" Billie commanded, simultaneously stepping into an even bolder spinning dance move, forcibly leading Zoya to stumble and spin within the dangerous encirclement.
She wasn't dodging attacks; it was more like she was provoking them.
Singing? Dancing? Charisma?
Can you plants compare to us Joy Witches?
Watch us outshine everyone!
The almost frenzied joyous emotion originating from the depths of Billie's soul was so intense.
The sharp nursery rhyme tunes suddenly paused, the vines stopped in mid-air, their thorns trembling slightly.
The petals, shimmering with malicious light, seemed to hesitate, their intent to attack interfered with by a stronger emotion.
Billie's dance steps became faster and smoother.
She laughed, her laughter echoing in the silent sea of flowers.
She felt Zoya's body stiffness slowly being led by her, feeling the resonance between them in the emotion of joy.
Zoya at first was just forcibly led by Billie, clumsily moving her feet, vigilantly staring at the approaching euphoria roses.
But gradually, a strange sensation flowed through the connection with Billie.
It wasn't a command Billie forced upon her, but… an almost instinctive joy.
It was the kind of immersive, self-forgetting pleasure Billie felt when she danced.
Under Billie's guidance, her stiff body actually began to find a rhythm.
Though still clumsy, her feet no longer felt rooted; instead, they began to try and follow.
A long-lost pleasure quietly emerged from the depths of her heart.
The last time she experienced it… she didn't know if it was decades ago; Zoya had long forgotten.
It wasn't for a mission, not for survival, but simply… the joy of dancing in an embrace with someone she liked.
The Smile Rose and Thorn Whip Rose stopped advancing.
Countless petals rubbed together, and vines swayed, rustling.
The sound was initially chaotic, but soon, they seemed to capture the rhythm of Billie and Zoya's dance steps.
The rustling began to become rhythmic, soft and soothing, as if accompanying them.
The vines, which had originally been in an aggressive posture, now moved gently with the rhythm, like tamed snakes.
The blood-red flowers no longer released hostility; instead, they bowed slightly, their petals opening and closing, as if clumsily mimicking the two's dance steps.
The entire sea of flowers, in an instant, transformed from a malicious trap into a vast and eerie dance floor.
They embraced this intense joy that erupted from within, even… attempting to integrate into it, clumsily dancing for them.
"Look!" Billie whispered by Zoya's neck, her breath hot, "They love this! They think we're like them!"
Zoya didn't answer immediately.
She felt the ground beneath her feet, no longer so sickeningly soft, and the sweet, pungent smell in the air seemed… to have faded a bit?
She looked at the swaying flowers and vines around her.
She felt the captivating joy flowing through her body, belonging to Billie, and gradually, to herself.
Her taut jawline finally completely relaxed.
A tiny curve, one she didn't even realize, quietly crept onto the corners of her mouth.
Billie felt her subtle change, her smile growing brighter and more charming, with a hint of smugness, and she leaned in closer: "That's right, Ya Ya~"
"Let's turn this place into our stage!"
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