The Witch's Convent

Chapter 1: Nun Heidi

Hawthorne gradually regained consciousness. As soon as he woke up, he felt as if his head was splitting, as though he had a hangover.

"Strange, I didn't drink last night, and I went to bed quite early..."

He painfully opened his eyes and looked around. However, the environment he found himself in suddenly cleared his mind, leaving him with a look of astonishment.

"Where... am I?"

What came into view was a simple and even somewhat monotonous small room. The white walls and ceiling had not a single decoration, not even a light.

All the light in the room depended on the warm sunlight streaming in through the glass window beside him. He was lying on a large bed close to the window, covered with a yellow wool blanket that was soft and carried a faint fragrance.

For a moment, Hawthorne couldn't help but furrow his brow.

"No, I should be in the dormitory. How did I end up here?"

Feeling confused, he looked down, lifted the blanket, and prepared to get up and explore. He then discovered that he was wearing a light gray cotton nightgown, and his calves were pale and thin, far from those of an adult!

"This..."

With doubt, he lifted a bit of the nightgown and was then horrified to find that his lower body not only had no hair, but its size was also much smaller than it originally was!

"What's going on?!"

"This... this isn't my body!"

"Have I time-traveled?"

A huge sense of panic rose in his heart, and Hawthorne immediately got out of bed. Under the bed, on the wooden floor, there was a pair of not-so-big black leather slippers, beside which was a wooden bedside table with a mirror.

He slipped his feet into the shoes and then turned to look in the mirror.

And then he paused slightly, surprised.

"This..."

"I didn't expect it to be quite good-looking."

Reflected in the mirror was a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, with white hair, blue eyes, and delicate skin. His features were exquisitely crafted, as if God himself had carefully sculpted them. Although there were still some childish traits in the contours of his face, it didn't seem out of place; instead, it might even stir some maternal instincts in women.

Or primal instincts.

"This..."

He couldn't help but reach out, pinching the skin on his face. As the soft sensation confirmed one thing: he had indeed time-traveled, but fortunately, his new body, though a bit thinner, was still a good-looking one.

"This should be a good start... right?"

He wasn't sure, and at that moment, accompanied by the creaking sound of the door opening, a figure pushed the door open and walked into his room.

Hawthorne hurriedly turned around, and immediately, he was left momentarily stunned.

"So... beautiful."

Entering from outside was a young nun. She had an angelically beautiful face, with sea-blue eyes like two precious gems. Long eyelashes hung above them, complemented by a delicate nose and thin but bright red lips, all emanating a captivating charm.

She was about170 centimeters tall, wearing a traditional, thick black nun's habit, with a silver cross hanging on her chest. However, even so, it could not hide her impressive and upright curves, which irresistibly drew Hawthorne's gaze!