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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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A towering penis walked toward her.
That crimson pillar, rising defiantly skyward, was the manifestation of a primal sexual desire, an emotion Hecaterina, the Witch of Terror, had never encountered in her long life.
Terrified by the approaching object, Hecaterina instinctively lashed out with a kick. The only way a woman could possibly defeat a man.
However, Johan, anticipating her kick, easily caught her foot.
Unable to use magic, a limb captured—in this moment, Hecaterina was no longer the fearsome witch who hunted holy knights, but merely a powerless female.
“S-stop, stop it—Aaaaaah!?”
Johan, gripping her ankle, forcefully spread Hecaterina’s legs into a wide “I” shape. Her genitals were exposed, and she struggled to lower her legs, feeling the searing pain in her thighs.
She twisted and turned, pulling with her arms and pushing against Johan, but she couldn’t stop him from toying with her body.
“Let go, let go of me…!”
“The Witch of Terror, reduced to this whimpering mess.”
“S-shut up! I’ll kill you! You hear me? I will definitely kill you—Ungh!”
Ignoring Hecaterina’s struggles, Johan thrust his penis into her. A ripping sensation and the warm flow of crimson blood marked the tearing of her hymen.
Hecaterina felt a profound sense of loss as her virginity, something she hadn’t relinquished in centuries, was so easily taken.
It hadn’t been taken, so much as there hadn’t been anyone to take it, but centuries of self-deception had convinced her she was still a virgin.
“Ungh…! I’ll kill you, you bastard…! Why is it so big—Ugh!”
To silence Hecaterina’s cries, Johan simply thrust his hips once.
Though the penetration was difficult due to the lack of lubrication, Johan, using her virgin blood as his lubricant, began moving his hips.
Her dry vagina caused pain to both of them, but Johan, biting his lip, continued the forceful pistoning.
“Hng, uh! Ugh, uhh! Ungh! Mmph…!”
Each time his large penis entered her, Hecaterina instinctively covered her mouth to stifle the involuntary moans of pain.
Though she couldn’t completely silence her cries, she could at least prevent this rapist from enjoying her suffering.
“Mmph! Ungh…! Ugh, uh! Hng, uh! Mmmn…”
Creak, creak, creak—.
After countless forceful thrusts, fluids began flowing from Hecaterina’s vagina, which had previously only bled.
Perhaps because she’d been penetrated by such a large object from the start, her vagina produced an excessive amount of fluids for a virgin, as if trying to accommodate Johan’s penis.
Johan, raping Hecaterina, thought she was similar to his master in this aspect, as he lowered the leg he’d been holding and turned her over.
“Ugh-! Wh-what are you doing…! You bastard…!”
“I’ll go back to the previous position if you prefer that.”
“…Fuck you.”
Deciding this beastly position was preferable to the painful previous one, Hecaterina obediently presented her backside, accepting his penis.
With her hands against the wall and her buttocks thrust out, her large breasts swayed enticingly.
Her breasts were even larger than his master’s. Wondering how such a small frame could support such large breasts, Johan reached out and squeezed them forcefully.
“Ungh…! That hurts!”
Ignoring Hecaterina’s cries of pain, he continued kneading her breasts. He wouldn’t dare do such a thing to his master, but he felt no such compunctions toward this vile witch who casually killed people.
He squeezed her breasts, rolled her nipples, and continued thrusting his penis – and before long, he realized he was actually enjoying this act.
He hadn’t expected to be so proficient at rape, considering his initial aversion to the very idea…
‘Is it because of… revenge?’
Or perhaps it was simply because this witch possessed such a voluptuous body. Whatever the reason, Johan now felt no hesitation about raping Hecaterina, and he could even escalate the act without restraint.
“Hng, uh-! A witch, killing holy knights, isn’t wrong…!”
“You’re right. It’s not wrong. Good and evil are just human constructs.”
Knowing that good and evil were merely labels defined by human laws, Johan couldn’t truly condemn Hecaterina. She had simply done what she deemed necessary.
Witches killed holy knights. There was no malice involved. So he, too, would simply do what he needed to do.
“Want to hear something interesting?”
“Uh, uhh-! Not interested…! Pull out…!”
“The truth is, I have a constitution that breaks witches’ curses.”
“Wh-what…? What does that… Ugh! Ungh!”
“Exactly what I said.”
Johan continued thrusting without further explanation. Hecaterina’s moans, which had been filled with pain, now carried a distinct note of pleasure.
This signaled she was beginning to enjoy the act. However, Johan had no intention of letting her find pleasure in this.
This was rape. A one-sided act for his benefit.
“Well, I’m cumming.”
“Not, inside…!”
Ignoring Hecaterina’s plea, Johan ejaculated deep within her. Feeling his semen filling her womb, Hecaterina felt a profound sense of loss, as if even her internal purity had been stolen.
Unconcerned with her feelings, Johan, having used her like a living sex toy, withdrew his penis, wiping it on her buttocks.
Treated as a mere tool from start to finish.
Hecaterina sighed at this fact, but she knew she wasn’t in a position to complain.
“…Done? I want to go back. I want to sleep.”
“—Sorry, but I need you a little longer.”
“…What? Ungh!?”
A moan laced with pleasure escaped her lips, but it wasn’t entirely pleasant. Hecaterina was raped again, stopping just short of climax.
Rape, then stopping just before orgasm. This repeated countless times, staining her virginity with white fluids.
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Back in the room that served as her prison, Hecaterina, lying in the darkness, recalled Johan’s words.
He had said he possessed a constitution that broke witches’ curses. If true, it was an incredibly dangerous secret.
The moment someone discovered Johan could break witches’ curses, not only witches, but even nations seeking to control them would try to capture him.
So regardless of whether his words were true, the very fact he revealed such a secret meant…
‘He doesn’t plan to let me live.’
Realizing this, Hecaterina smiled bitterly. She had always accepted the possibility of death. After all, life itself was fleeting, disappearing without warning.
And wasn’t she involved in an incredibly dangerous profession, hunting holy knights, risking her life daily?
However, she hadn’t imagined this would be her end.
‘I thought I’d be captured by holy knights, praying for three days and nights before dying miraculously…’
Instead, she had been captured by a fellow witch, her magic nullified by some unknown potion, and now her virginity stolen.
“Am I going to die now?”
She hadn’t thought death would be so… unsettling.
Hecaterina thought this as she drifted off to sleep.
A trickle of semen, which she hadn’t managed to expel, flowed down her thigh.
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Well, thanks for the warning, I guess. I did not enjoy this chapter.