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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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One day, while life at the cabin continued as usual after Hecaterina’s capture, Master suddenly made a startling declaration mid-sip of her tea.
“This won’t do. You need to rape her.”
“…Huh?”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said you need to rape her.”
It was such a shocking statement that the tea I was drinking went down the wrong way. I coughed, then looked at Master, asking if she was serious.
“What… why suddenly…?”
“Want to see this?”
“This is…?”
Evangeline handed me a book she’d been reading. It was titled Hecaterina.
Coincidentally, or perhaps not, it shared the name of the witch currently imprisoned in our home. The moment I opened the first page and saw the illustration of a blonde woman, I realized this was no coincidence.
“Hecaterina, the Witch of Terror.”
Inside was information about Hecaterina. From the magic she wielded to her curse, and even details about her birth and life – almost everything was recorded.
“How did you get this, Master…?”
“I paid a hefty price for it. There’s a witch who specializes in making these.”
“I see.”
Come to think of it, Master’s room was filled with all sorts of books. From the magical bookshelf that produced new books randomly every day, to adult books like 48 Sex Life Tips for Witches.
I’d wondered who made those, and it seemed there were witches I hadn’t met yet.
‘What would you even call that witch, the Witch of Writing?’
I skimmed through the book, quickly absorbing information about Hecaterina.
The Witch of Terror could manifest almost anything that evoked fear.
The holy knight uniform, designed to instill fear in people. She could create such clothing effortlessly.
The inability to die, the terror of an unkillable monster. As long as someone feared her, she wouldn’t die.
“That’s broken.”
“Broken? The truly broken part isn’t that.”
If such magic resided in a 140cm tall, busty, cute girl, she would be no different from an ordinary powerless child.
The reason she could use her abilities almost without limitation was because of her curse.
‘…A curse that instills fear in others?’
While Master, the Witch of Love, was cursed to be unloved, Hecaterina, the Witch of Terror, was cursed to inspire fear.
Though both were terrible curses beyond their control, in Hecaterina’s case, the curse synergized perfectly with her magic.
‘Ah, that’s why…’
I recalled my first encounter with Hecaterina. Marguerite trembling in fear before her despite being a head taller.
Back then, I couldn’t understand why she was so terrified, but knowing about the curse now, I could finally grasp it, at least partially.
“But… what does this have to do with rape…?”
“She’s blessed with the magic of terror, yet cursed to inspire fear. We need to remove the curse first to kill or permanently seal her… honestly, I’d rather not ask for this kind of favor, but…”
The Witch of Terror was dangerous. She was unkillable, tenacious, and wielded incredibly dangerous magic.
If she were easy to kill, or if she gave up easily, or if her magic wasn’t so dangerous—Master wouldn’t have made this choice.
Rape. Something I’d never done, never even dreamed of. I didn’t have the guts for it either… but I couldn’t refuse Master’s request.
“I’ll do it.”
“…Johan? You seem rather enthusiastic.”
“Enthusiastic? No way. I really don’t want to.”
I forced a smile as I looked at Master. Evangeline, though seemingly unconvinced, nodded.
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Creak-. The door opened.
I didn’t know how many times this had happened, or even how many days had passed.
This room, devoid of any stimulation, dulled both body and mind. Even counting three meals as a day, if they deliberately manipulated the timing, there was no way for her to track time’s passage.
It hadn’t even been that long, yet her mind was already fraying.
“…What, already time for food?”
Hecaterina looked up at Johan staring down at her. He gazed at her intently for a moment before untying the ropes binding her limbs.
Crack- Snap-!
Her limbs, stiffened from being bound together for so long, were forcibly separated and broken, sending fresh waves of pain through her. An intense, searing pain.
“Aaaaaargh!?”
Though accustomed to pain, she hadn’t been prepared for this sudden, unexpected agony. Saliva dribbled from her mouth as she looked down at her restored limbs, then shakily sat up.
Though her bones were pulverized and muscles torn, she could still move through sheer will.
“Hah, hah… y-you untied me? What are you planning…?”
“Ugh, the smell.”
“…M-my smell? What else can I do!? You’re the ones who locked me up here!”
Johan frowned, pinching his nose. She reeked of dust, grime, and sweat, along with the stench of blood, urine, and feces.
Evangeline had told him to rape her as soon as he entered, but even the most beautiful woman wouldn’t be appealing in this state. He’d probably catch some disease.
Johan quickly grabbed Hecaterina and carried her out of the room. Emerging from the lightless prison into the brightly lit cabin, she squinted at the sudden onslaught of light.
“Johan, why are you suddenly…?”
“The bathroom, it’s too dirty…”
“Yes, we’ll clean the inside…”
Something whispered in her ear, and in what felt like an instant, she found herself naked in the bathroom.
“Wh-what did you-! Hyaaah!?”
Splash—! Johan poured a bucket of water over her head. The broken bones and torn muscles screamed in protest at the impact.
As Johan poured the water, he noticed Hecaterina’s unusually strong reaction and realized her limbs had been broken.
“Ah right, I was supposed to give you this first.”
Remembering, Johan pulled a potion from his pocket and poured it down Hecaterina’s throat. Unsure of what he was making her drink, she couldn’t avoid his forceful grip on her jaw.
After she’d swallowed the last of the potion, choking and sputtering, her mangled muscles and bones began knitting themselves back together. The injuries that would have left permanent disabilities healed in an instant.
“—Ungh!”
However, there was no anesthetic involved in this healing process. She felt the raw agony of flesh, muscle, and bone rearranging themselves within her.
Groaning in pain, Hecaterina glared at Johan, gasping for breath.
“…Done?”
Then she immediately spun around, kicking at him. It was a surprisingly agile and skillful move, but not enough to fool Johan.
He caught her foot, staring at her dangling breasts and exposed genitals. He lifted her and tossed her into the bathtub.
The magic imbued in the tub cleansed the remaining grime, sweat, and bodily fluids from her, restoring her to a state incomparably cleaner than before.
“Hah! Come at me, you bastard!”
However, Hecaterina paid no mind to this, continuing to attack Johan relentlessly. He stared at her for a moment before throwing off his wet clothes.
Hecaterina paused, startled by his sudden nudity, then stared incredulously at the object dangling between his legs.
She had seen male genitalia before. Just not one so… impressively erect.
“Y-you, you—what is that…?”
“Second time I’ve shown you this, right?”
Johan smirked as he approached. Hecaterina instinctively backed away, a flicker of fear in her eyes.
No man had ever become aroused at the sight of her. The curse ensured that anyone who saw her would be terrified, preventing them from displaying any masculinity.
Yet he, and only he, was openly displaying his sexual desire toward her.
It was truly terrifying.
“W-why, how, are you aroused… D-do you have some kind of fetish!?”
The curse of terror was powerful, something that couldn’t be overcome by willpower or drugs.
Just as a dog injected with aphrodisiacs wouldn’t become aroused before a lion or tiger—anyone who saw her would be too terrified to display any sexual desire.
Yet he, and only he, was openly lusting after her.
It was truly, deeply unsettling.
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nah this crazy