Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 50: Xia Ya’s Guide to Exotic Customs Evaluation

Looking at the scene before her, Diris' gaze turned subtly strange in an instant.

"Xia Ya."

"Does Ailora know you're this wild?"

But Xia Ya, after a brief moment of silence, had already regained his composure.

Since he was here, and his pants were already off—

Well, if she wanted to look, then let her look.

He sat calmly on the large bed.

Gotta admit, the bed was both spacious and soft, truly worthy of being a dreamland utopia capable of fulfilling all fantasies.

There was a saying—

As long as you don’t feel embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to others.

"I can’t help it. Who told little Ai to be so conservative…"

"I just wanted her to cosplay a cat-eared maid, but she outright refused, saying it was her ultimate trump card reserved for our honeymoon in the future."

"She keeps teasing me like this every day, leaving me hanging—I’m practically a desperate king now."

Xia Ya's voice was calm and natural.

What’s wrong with a man being a little lecherous? A man who isn’t is no man at all.

Besides, little Ai had been his childhood fiancée, raised by him since she was young—sooner or later, she was going to be his wife.

The only issue was that they were both still too young, so certain things had to be rehearsed in dreams first.

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Any problem with that?

No problem at all.

If he had spent all this time raising a childhood sweetheart only to not marry her in the end—now that would be a real issue.

This was Xia Ya Egut's way of the ninja.

Looking at Xia Ya’s clear-eyed, utterly composed face, radiating a sense of righteousness, Diris found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

She had been looking forward to seeing the usually smug and unflappable Xia Ya get caught in the middle of some adolescent fantasy—

Flustered, embarrassed, awkward like a shy little boy.

Yet, not only was this guy completely unashamed, he even seemed… proud of it?

How could a human have less shame than her, a succubus?

She turned her gaze away, connecting with the Dream Dragon in the Starrealm, channeling more spiritual and psychic energy.

Soon—

Another female figure emerged within the pink-hued room.

She was a young girl with chestnut-colored hair, dressed in a pristine white dress, her delicate face exuding an elegant charm.

She held a small diary in her hands, a pen lightly scribbling across its pages.

Her deep violet eyes shimmered, reflecting distant mountains, rivers, and an endless galaxy of stars.

Diris glanced at the chestnut-haired girl, her brows furrowing slightly.

As a direct subordinate of Second Imperial Princess Isadella, she had the authority to access the Empire’s intelligence archives.

Before coming to Xia Ya’s residence, she had specifically investigated his entire life record.

Thanks to the Empire’s extensive intelligence network, she even knew about the casual chat Xia Ya had with a fruit vendor years ago—

But—

Nowhere in those records was there any mention of Xia Ya ever interacting with this chestnut-haired girl.

Or rather…

This girl didn’t exist in the Empire’s intelligence database at all.

This was unexpected.

—

On the back of a Black-Scaled Wyvern soaring high over the Far North.

Isadella remained in her original posture, her expression blank as she silently watched the projected light screen transmitting through Starrealm communication.

Her sharp and serious features revealed no trace of emotion, making it impossible to discern her thoughts.

This was the image she had always presented to the world.

Behind her—

Fioren, the Inspector, stared at the chestnut-haired girl on the screen, the expression behind her metallic mask subtly fluctuating.

The girl appearing in Xia Ya’s dream gave her an indescribable sense of familiarity.

She couldn’t help but think of the founder of the White Chalk Tower—

The one who had risen to legendary status like a comet five hundred years ago, only to vanish abruptly—The Argent Witch.

Although their ages were different… and the girl on the screen was still youthful, like an unbloomed bud.

Even their hair and eye colors were distinct.

Yet, as a Titled Beastmaster, Fioren’s spiritual acuity allowed her to sense countless subtle similarities in the girl’s features.

Could it be a descendant?

But in Fioren’s memory, The Argent Witch had lived her entire life without a partner.

And she seemed to have a certain… aversion to men, almost like an obsession.

From the very founding of the White Chalk Tower, she had decreed that only women could be admitted—a rule that remained to this day.

Besides, even if this girl was a descendant, five hundred years of blood dilution should have prevented such a striking resemblance.

Which meant…

After eliminating all impossibilities, the only remaining possibility—

Was the truth.

The more Fioren thought about it, the more unsettled she became.

—

Xia Ya, of course, had no idea that two of the Empire’s high-ranking figures were watching him daydream from thousands of miles away.

Or rather, even if he did know, he wouldn’t have cared.

As for why Sylvia had appeared in his dream? The reason was simple—he had personally saved her from taking her own life.

Historical Echoes were a bizarre phenomenon, sure, but if he could pull Crimson out of one, then Xia Ya certainly wouldn’t treat them as just some fleeting game illusion.

Besides, even if it was a game, he had already invested his feelings—

Just because she was a "2D wife" didn’t mean she wasn’t a wife.

If he had flirted with her, he was going to take responsibility till the end.

"Looks like Xia Ya is even more of a womanizer than I thought…"

Diris' pitch-black wings fluttered slightly, and a faint blush appeared on her soft, delicate face.

As a succubus, the passion emanating from dreams was the best kind of nourishment for her.

Although it was her first time activating this racial talent, the quality of Xia Ya’s dream was… terrifyingly high.

The sheer concentration of desire within it was so pure and overwhelming that in just a short span, Diris could feel her soul being nourished to an incredible degree.

"But, you know~"

"I’m a royal-class succubus."

"Even if Xia Ya wants to go ten rounds, twenty rounds, I can easily handle it~"

Her demonic horns gleamed faintly with a reddish glow, her voice dripping with seduction.

She could sense the barriers of her Soul Pact beginning to loosen.

If this immense, refined desire continued to flow, she might even ascend to Third-Ring in no time.

An opportunity like this was too good to pass up—naturally, she hoped Xia Ya could last as long as possible.

But then, she heard his slightly apologetic voice.

"Sorry… looks like it’s not just ten or twenty rounds."

"Actually, I’ve always had a dream."

"And that is—"

"To write a Guide to Exotic Customs Evaluation."