Time to slap

. . . “If you say so~”

Now that he is distracted, we slap again from the other side!

“It's not tight clothes… It's just a dress… Maybe a tight dress, but it could be worse, I've seen "heroes" with skin-tight suits.” The girl shrugged it off, seemingly not caring about how he viewed her clothes.

“Do I have to slap you a third time to wake you up? Why are you naked? Sleepwalking?”

“Nothing… You are just so adamant in saying it, I just know your actions may not match. That's just all.”

“In the realm of magic, that which you don't believe cannot be achieved. Even those novices from ninth class should already know that. Lack of confidence for a mage is the same as failing before even starting, so I don't think I have to explain why you won't impress me…”

“So you just decided to have a pink flaming mohawk, something that honestly doesn't look evil, because people treated you as evil? Should have slapped some horns on your head.”

“Ouch…“ She rubbed the area, exaggerating a little bit on her response. “Whaaat, you seem almost disappointed that it was me. Want me to call someone else to slap your naked butt?”

“The sole fact that you have to add "again" to your statement already tells a lot, don't you think?”

“Says a lot about you if you are dreaming about me? Eh? What sorts of nasty dreams are you having?~”

“You don't seem very mutated to me… Pretty normal-looking, if I do say so.” Studying him from head to toe.