In the lounge, I sat brushing my long, silky dark blue hair, the comb's teeth gliding through it, soft and smooth like azure water. Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded, followed by my mother's friendly voice.

  "May I come in?"

  "Please come in, Mother," I replied cheerfully.

  After the door opened, my mother entered, her face beaming with joy, her long red hair cascading down her back, wearing a red evening gown with many black details on the bodice.

  "Do you like this dress, my dear?" She posed, showing off the dress to me.

  "It's beautiful, it suits your hair color perfectly," I smiled happily, causing Seraphina to freeze for a moment.

  "You know? So quickly? Hey... how did you know?" she said, clearly annoyed, puffing out her cheeks and pointing at me.

  I reassured Seraphina, cheerfully leading her to sit down on the bed with me. She immediately sat down uncomfortably – just like Charlotte when her fun was interrupted.

  “It’s not fun at all, at least you should have reacted strongly.”

  “I know, because my Mother never shows off like that, and besides, she’s always so different.”

  “I like this look of yours, don’t worry, I won’t judge,” I soothed her, picking up a comb and brushing her hair.

  I was impressed by her red hair, so smooth. Seraphina tilted her head back and giggled playfully at me.

  “Celeste Sylphid, huh? A nice name, but you’re mistaken, little bird.”

  “I… I really am Seraphira, the former Blood Silk, the other side of the Phoenix.”

  “Is that so? It seems Grandma’s old story was true.”

  Seraphina chuckled triumphantly, running her hand through her hair, tossing her red locks into the air with pride. The scent of her hair wafted through the air, intoxicating like roses, unlike the herbal fragrance of my Mother.

  “Look, because I am Seraphina… I am your Mother, Celeste,” she said, bringing her finger to my lips.

  “Yes, my Mother Seraphina,”

  I replied while Seraphina toyed with my lips, her red eyes showing clear delight and amusement. I sat still, letting her play.

  “You’re so beautiful, my dear daughter, those lips look so sweet, you seem… quite good at kissing.”

  “If you like, Mother.”

  Seraphina and I exchanged a kiss, the taste of her lipstick dissolving on my lips, sweet, slightly bitter, and full of allure. Unlike Basilika’s, which evoked sadness and loneliness, or Yurikka’s, which exuded innocence, Seraphina’s kiss made me want more.

  “Indeed, you’re very good at kissing, more…” Seraphina paused for a moment, the intoxicating sensation still lingering on my lips.

  We continued kissing, Seraphina gently pushing me down onto the soft bed. After a while, after those possessive kisses, I lay there sobbing, my mind almost completely consumed by her.

  “This kiss is a gift for you for not chasing me out of the room and for happily welcoming me.”

  Seraphina caressed my body with her slender, sharp fingers, the lingering sensation of passion still present within me.

  Seraphina caressed my body with her slender, delicate fingers, the lingering sensation of passion still present within me.

  “Don’t worry, I… I’ll always open the door… for you.” Seraphina continued to tease and flirt as I lay resting in bed.

  “My dear daughter, you have such beautiful hair, so fragrant with flowers, even more beautiful than mine.”

  Seraphina stroked my hair, her words a mix of seductive charm and self-admiration, as if waiting for something. After gazing at it for a while, I guessed her intention.

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  “You want to cut my hair short, Mother?” I casually smiled at her.

  “Yes, I’m sorry, my dear, but I… also want to hurt you. My way of loving… is very different.”

  Seraphina smiled cruelly, but immediately, we both burst into laughter.

  “What a sweet and virtuous girl, the whole tribe is proud of you, Celeste.” She gently stroked my cheek, her voice soft like a mother’s.

  “I don’t hate you, the whole tribe will understand, birds always bare their claws at each other,” I smiled gently, holding her hand on my cheek.

  “Fighting is instinct, it’s normal for the whole tribe to hate me, why should I be afraid?” Seraphina replied proudly.

  Seraphina sat up, stretched, and I also tidied myself up, preparing to say goodbye to my hair that I had always cherished.

  “You are a royal princess, and I am about to cut away your beauty, Celeste.”

  “Yes, I know, you can cut this hair. I think I should give you something in return.”

  “Ha… looking closely, you now look more like a villain.” Seraphina sighed.

  After brushing and tying my hair back, she took the scissors I offered. The sound of my hair being cut echoed in my ears, a mix of regret, sadness, and a lingering melancholy in my heart. My long, flowing hair, which I loved so much, was now shorter.

  “How long has it been since you last cried, my dear daughter?” Seraphina paused.

  “It’s been so long, I can’t even remember anymore, but it’s okay, it’s just… I love this hair so much,” I forced a smile.

  “How pitiful, just because our tears are so precious, you’re not allowed to cry,” Seraphina’s voice was tinged with sadness.

  The scissors continued to cut my hair shorter. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of being cut.

  A moment later, after she finished, I held my neatly trimmed long hair in my hands. I touched the short, shoulder-length section; it felt strange, a little incomplete.

  “My dear, you look beautiful even with short hair, how do you feel?”

  “Hmm… it’s a little strange and gentle, I’m not quite used to it yet.” I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

  “I will keep this hair of yours, rest assured I will return it exactly as it was. I promise.”

  “Yes, Mother,” I smiled at her.

  Seraphina held a lock of my hair in her hand, admiring its beauty, while I tidied everything around me.

  “I think people won’t like this.”

  “Then let them, their words are only temporary.”

  “Oh, this hair is so smooth and fragrant,” Seraphina exclaimed as she stroked the lock of hair.

  Seraphina continued to enjoy the lock of hair, raising it up and then stroking it back down gracefully – as if it were her own hair.

  “Celeste, my darling, I love this hair, I want it all to myself.”

  “But this lock of hair is so clean, so…”

  Seraphina let the lock of hair fall straight to the ground, but quickly picked it up again. A little dirt remained in the lock of hair, and her red eyes showed a hint of amusement.

  “Your hair looks beautiful now, but it’s dusty, Celeste.” She smiled at me and showed me a lock of my hair, and we both laughed.

  A magic circle appeared on her hand, pushing all the dust away from my hair. She placed a kiss on it, sweet, possessive, and I understood one thing:

  “My hair is yours, and I like this way of loving, it’s enchanting.”

  “My dear daughter, remember not to let anyone else do this to you, don’t be too easygoing.” She gently stroked my cheek.

  “Yes, Mother, I remember, don’t worry,” I smiled happily, feeling her hand on my cheek.

  She placed the lock of hair in my hand; the feeling was different, still the same, but this time, in my hand – it was different, dark, and alluring.

  “We can go beyond boundaries, call each other intimately, kiss passionately, even…” Seraphina suddenly stopped, a knowing smile remaining.

  “But Celeste, I prefer to put a little black ink on white paper, and that’s it.” She embraced me, her voice sweet and full of love – though slightly different.

  “You really are… I really want to know your private life. Mother is so… subtle.” I chuckled.

  A natural smile escaped my lips; deep inside, I felt so comfortable, as if my soul had just been healed – so refreshing.

  “Not yet, my dear, treat everyone well, Celeste.” She stroked my head.

  “Yes, Mother.”

  “Now I’m going to see Queen Selena. I’ll return your things to you after I’m done, don’t worry.”

  Mother took a lock of hair and neatly placed it in the red Witch’s Bag. With a smile and playful words, she left the room – like a strong wind, taking away what I cherished, and leaving in my heart – a completely different person.

  “Perhaps I should tease everyone with this appearance,” I said, then left the room.

  A while later, at Saint Lunaris Academy, Seraphina and Selena sat together at a tea table. The rose tea was still slightly warm, and Selena happily enjoyed her cup.

  “What do you think of me? Am I enough to tarnish the original Seraphina?” Seraphina joked playfully, her hand tracing the tea table.

  “What’s wrong? Those lips can’t answer?”

  “I was thinking, what does murky matter to someone with such a dark side?” Seraphina laughed, a relaxed laugh.

  As Selena set down her teacup, Seraphina took a sip. The fragrant aroma lingered in her throat, pleasant and comforting, a light sweetness mingling with a subtle bitterness.

  “The tea was delicious, thank you.”

  “In return, I have a few gifts for you, Queen Selena.”

  “Gifts? That’s too extravagant.”

  Seraphina created a deep red magic circle in the air. She pulled out a lock of Celeste’s long, dark blue hair and placed it across Selena’s teacup, the ends falling into the cup, creating a unique color.

  “This hair is Celeste’s, I just cut it. Don’t worry, she agreed, that’s why I did it.” Seraphina said cheerfully, her hand gently stroking the strands of hair.

  “It’s so soft, I’m surprised she let you cut it.” Selena held a handful of hair, savoring the sensation, letting the tea drip onto her white dress.

  “Selena, I want to do something little for you, something you already know about.” Selena didn’t reply; they understood each other.

  Following Seraphina’s gesture, Selena wrapped Celeste’s hair in the teacup. She held both the cup and the hair, took a sip of tea, and a happy smile spread across her lips.

  “Excellent, it feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Seraphina said, her voice full of delight and satisfaction.

  “Yes, is there anything else you want? I’ll do it.”

  “Selena, you’re so different, like a large blank sheet of paper; I could blacken it all over and still see you as clean.” They both laughed.

  Selena dipped a handful of Celeste’s hair into the teacup. When she pulled it out, the wet, tea-stained blue hair made Seraphina’s eyes widen in admiration and delight.

  “That’s amazing, so beautiful! Now put it on yourself and tell me how it feels.” Selena did as she was told, the tea instantly spreading across her white dress.

  “This feeling…it’s like you just assaulted me.” Selena closed her eyes, savoring the sensation.

  “Oh dear, you’re using such a violent word,” Seraphina teased.

  Seraphina took her teacup and savored the moment, time slowly passing. Selena's white dress was now soaked with tea, creating an enchanting, impromptu, stained scene.

  "I promised to return her hair, so don't ruin it too much."

  "Oh, really? Don't worry, I won't ruin it."

  "But this is just the beginning; the real fun is yet to come." Seraphina stood up and walked towards Selena.

  Seraphina caressed Selena, gently grasping her long, wavy white hair that reached her waist, lightly embracing her. Selena didn't react, only silently observing and feeling.

  "Your hair is so beautiful, so pure white, so dazzlingly captivating."

  "Selena, tell me, in your heart… Do you want to touch her?" Seraphina whispered into Selena's ear, her words sweet and seductive.

  Selena didn't reply, her lips parted slightly, Seraphina's sweet laughter echoing in her ears along with a kiss on her cheek.

  "I love you, Selena, only you.”

  Elsewhere, among the rows of seats in the auditorium, a girl with long, wavy pink hair, wearing an elegant black dress, sat beside Mirella, her hands neatly folded, a novel in her hands.

  “Impressive, this romantic play is a bit unusual,” she said in a sweet, cheerful voice.

  “It’s alright, Juliette, and don’t worry, this play is canon,” Mirella said, half-jokingly.

  “This romance is too unusual, you should tone it down a bit,” Juliette said with a wry smile.

  The play ended with awkward laughter and a countdown on the screen, Fin.

  “Wait a minute, as a romantic writer…”

  “Why is there no script for me in this whole love essay arc?” Juliette looked at the scripts.

  “Go watch the play outside, my dear.” Mirella laughed.