Chapters
758 total- 1 Chapter 1 - Welcome to Witch School!
- 2 Chapter 2 - That School Is Weird
- 3 Chapter 3 - Grab and Go
- 4 Chapter 4 - Snatching Talented Recruits
- 5 Chapter 5 - Free New Phone
- 6 Chapter 6 - Beneath the Dome
- 7 Chapter 7 - Becoming an Official Trainee
- 8 Chapter 8 - Talent is a Blessing
- 9 Chapter 9 - The Reason They Need a Boy
- 10 Chapter 10 - Nice To Be A Girl
- 11 Chapter 11 - The Witch’s Standard Four-Piece Set
- 12 Chapter 12 - The Cold Shoulder
- 13 Chapter 13 - Student ID in Hand
- 14 Chapter 14 - The Marvelous Uses of a Student ID
- 15 Chapter 15 - Transcendent Knowledge
- 16 Chapter 16 - Part-Time Plans
- 17 Chapter 17 - New School, New Life
- 18 Chapter 18 - Picking a Bedroom
- 19 Chapter 19 - First Taste of Girl Clothes
- 20 Chapter 20 - Hair-Tying Practice
- 21 Chapter 21 - Bad End of Witchification
- 22 Chapter 22 - The Snack Alley
- 23 Chapter 23 - Shower Time
- 24 Chapter 24 - How Am I Supposed to Handle This?
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Start from Chapter 1About this novel
When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.
Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.
But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.
“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”
She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.
After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.
Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.
But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.
“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”
She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.
After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.