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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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“S-sex… mana infusion…”
Lynne repeated the phrase, her fingers moving, illustrating her point.
She formed a circle with one hand, then used a finger from her other hand to penetrate it, a symbolic representation of sex.
Johan chuckled and asked,
“…So… sex? You’re saying you can transfer mana through sex…?”
Lynne nodded silently. Johan had never heard of such a thing.
He’d never needed to. The witches he’d encountered all possessed abundant mana, far more than he did. There was no need for him to replenish their reserves.
But now, with Beatrice unconscious, her mana depleted, it was something he needed to understand.
“How does it work?”
“J-Johan… are you really going to…? Do that…?”
“Do what…? It’s what we always do. What’s the big deal…?”
Evangeline looked at him in horror, aghast at the suggestion of having sex with the unconscious Beatrice, but Johan remained calm, pointing out that it wasn’t that different from what they usually did.
And he was right. Whether the other person was conscious or not didn’t really matter. Though it had never happened, if Johan, overcome by lust, had snuck into one of the witches’ rooms and had sex with them while they were asleep, they wouldn’t have protested.
“Besides—I haven’t decided to do it yet. If she wakes up, I won’t.”
“…Right? She’ll wake up. She has to.”
But Evangeline’s voice lacked conviction. Even for her, having lived for centuries, this was uncharted territory.
A witch depleting all her mana, the need for a man to replenish it—it was unprecedented.
‘Well, she’ll wake up.’
And if she didn’t, he would figure something else out.
With this optimistic thought, Johan left the room.
Days passed, and Beatrice remained unconscious.
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Time passed.
Marguerite, having located them at the hotel, returned with Lynne and the other scattered witches.
She returned with Linna, Hecaterina, and Regina, then dramatically clutched her head, feigning exhaustion.
“Ugh… I don’t usually do this kind of thing…”
“…Did you even know what a vacation was, Marguerite?”
“Of course I did.”
“Then this wouldn’t have happened if you’d explained it properly.”
“No, no, that’s not it! I explained it perfectly! Your master just didn’t understand!”
Marguerite insisted she was blameless. Johan was skeptical, but he couldn’t single her out.
“…I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“Beatrice collapsed.”
“Again? What happened this time?”
Marguerite, remembering Beatrice’s previous kidnapping, frowned, assuming she’d caused more trouble.
But Johan, having heard the details from Evangeline, shook his head.
“She used up all her mana protecting me.”
“…Used up all her mana? What do you mean?”
“Well—”
Johan explained how he had been injured by a witch’s attack, how Beatrice had awakened some hidden power to defeat the witch, and how she had depleted all her mana in the process.
Marguerite, hearing this, was incredulous.
Johan, realizing that even Marguerite, with her vast experience, had never encountered such a situation, explained Beatrice’s current state in detail.
The witches, initially skeptical, fell silent after seeing Beatrice for themselves.
Johan, looking at the quiet witches, spoke.
“So… we need to heal Beatrice.”
“How?”
“Lynne…?”
Lynne, startled by being addressed, looked at the other witches, then repeated the gesture she had shown Johan earlier.
“…Sex… mana replenishment.”
“Mana replenishment through sex? What kind of nonsense—”
“It’s not impossible.”
Marguerite and Hecaterina were about to dismiss the idea when Regina, who had been quietly writing, spoke up, explaining that Lynne’s suggestion was plausible.
A man’s semen, a life-giving fluid, would naturally contain mana if the man himself possessed it.
It was a method that hadn’t been explored before, simply because there had never been a man with enough mana to share, nor a witch who had completely depleted her reserves.
“However, the specific method is unknown. If simply having sex was enough, Johan would have already experienced it. There must be a specific technique.”
“…I can do it.”
Lynne, who had been unusually quiet, raised her hand.
All eyes turned to her, and Linna, for some reason, blushed.
Johan tilted his head, confused.
Why?
‘Why is she blushing?’
He couldn’t understand.
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None of the witches objected to Lynne demonstrating the mana infusion technique. However, they all gave her a stern warning.
—This is a one-time thing. If you develop feelings for Johan, we’ll kill you.
Lynne found the warning amusing. She wasn’t some sex-crazed maniac, but the witches were serious.
“So? How does this… sex mana transfer work?”
Johan, looking at Lynne and Linna, asked. He didn’t understand why both of them were necessary, but Lynne had insisted.
She needed Linna to demonstrate.
Lynne looked at Linna. Linna, though slightly embarrassed at being asked to do this, sighed and spoke.
“…Just watch.”
Linna grabbed Lynne’s shoulders. Lynne gulped and nodded.
Then they kissed. Johan stared, stunned by the sudden lesbian incestuous kiss. As they exchanged saliva, a strange energy began to flow between them.
Mana, flowing back and forth between the twins.
‘…What the…’
Johan realized he had been holding his breath. His mouth felt dry, his throat tight.
Linna, noticing his intense stare, snapped at him.
“Are you paying attention!? You’re supposed to be learning this!”
“Ah, yes. I’m watching. Continue.”
“C-continue!? You still don’t get it!?”
Linna, exasperated, looked at Lynne and kissed her again.
She didn’t seem to enjoy kissing her sister. Yet, there was a strange glint in her eyes, as if she derived some pleasure from this humiliating, forced act.
“Hng, hah—mmpph…!”
“Mmm…”
Their kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining, and the mana flowed between them, stronger now.
‘So that’s how…’
Johan, watching them, began to understand how witches transferred mana.
He wasn’t sure if he could replicate it, but he had a general idea.
But the twins, oblivious to his observation, seemed more interested in exploring the erotic possibilities of the human tongue.
“Hnnn—mmpph, mmm, slurp—!”
“Hng! Hah, hnnn…!”
The kiss ended, and Linna, panting, looked at Lynne with a dazed expression. Then, as if suddenly realizing what they had done, they both snapped back to reality.
“Ah, no. Ahem! This… this was just…”
“I saw. So that’s how it’s done?”
“Y-yes! That’s how you share mana! Do you understand now?”
Linna glared at Johan, as if daring him to question her. But Johan shook his head. He understood, but not completely.
He needed practice.
And he had two willing… or rather, unwilling… participants.
“…I’m not sure I get it.”
Johan said this and pulled down his pants.
His erect penis was presented to the twins.
“So, I need to try it too.”
A penis intruding upon their lesbian moment.
Johan pushed his penis between their lips.
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