As a Witch, Bullying My Mentor Is Only Natural, Right?

Hatred quietly warps into something else, while an ambiguous intimacy deepens through torment.

Before the magic workbench, the silver-haired witch lifts the girl's chin with a fingertip, a sick obsession roiling in her eyes.

"Uru, no, Miss Kiri~ You should know there's no such thing as rebirth magic without a price~"

Deep in the gloomy dungeon, she grips the throat of her former mentor, yet offers her a bloodstained kiss as she chokes.