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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Johan, having learned the art of mana infusion from the twin witches, looked at the sleeping Beatrice.
She had been unconscious for three days. It was time for the sleeping princess to awaken.
Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be woken by a prince’s gentle kiss, but by the vulgar thrust of his royal staff.
“Leave us alone.”
During the day, he had sex with the other witches, whose curses were beginning to reassert themselves, resetting their duration. In the evening, he was finally alone with Beatrice.
He looked down at her, her hands folded neatly on her chest, a corpse-like stillness about her. He felt a pang of guilt for what he was about to do.
“Beatrice. Can you hear me?”
No answer. But he knew she could hear him. He saw her ears twitch and whispered,
“I’m going to fuck you like an animal. Like it or not… you’re going to take it. So you might as well enjoy it.”
To mercilessly take a sleeping friend.
To unleash his lust without her consent.
Johan felt a part of his humanity chipping away. Back on Earth, he wouldn’t have even touched a sleeping girlfriend.
He who touches pitch shall be defiled. Living with witches was turning him into one of them.
Pondering this, Johan slowly reached for the sleeping Beatrice.
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Linna and Lynne, waking up several hours after their encounter with Johan, their bodies sticky with semen and other fluids, cleaned themselves and left their room.
They headed down the hall to the other witches’ room. The witches, who had been waiting for Johan, turned as they entered.
Seeing it was only the twins, they frowned and looked away, uninterested. Linna, feeling a sting of pride, had to be the one to break the silence.
“…What? Where’s Johan?”
“He’s doing what he needs to do.”
“What he needs to do?”
“Yes. Why do you think he bothered with you two in the first place?”
Linna finally understood. He had wanted to learn how to transfer mana. Because Beatrice had collapsed and wouldn’t wake up.
Marguerite, seeing the realization dawn on Linna’s face, scoffed.
“Took you long enough… just how much were you moaning that you forgot everything else?”
“I wasn’t moaning! Not like that!”
“Don’t lie. The walls in this hotel are thin. We could hear you screaming from our room.”
“…R-really?”
Linna looked at Marguerite, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. Marguerite just shook her head. Linna, realizing she was lying, snapped.
“Fine! I was enjoying it! So much that I forgot everything else! Happy now!?”
“Ha, all you had to do was spread your legs and teach him. Are you so depraved that you can’t even do that? You should just get a job as a prostitute in this hotel. I can recommend you.”
“—What are you talking about? It was because of the technique we taught him.”
Marguerite tilted her head, confused. Linna, realizing Johan hadn’t used the mana infusion on the others, smirked.
“Hmph, mana infusion. It’s… incredible, coming from a man. I came every time he thrust. Ah, it would be a disaster if he used it on the other witches. You wouldn’t be able to handle it—”
The witches, hearing this, glared at Linna.
Linna just shrugged. The witches, unable to express their frustration without seeming petty, just sighed.
They wondered why Johan hadn’t shown them his new technique.
Why?
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“Hng, mnh—haaah—! Hnnn…!”
The sleeping Beatrice squirmed and moaned.
Johan had only been caressing her breasts, yet she was already so aroused. He removed his hand.
‘Good thing I didn’t use it on the other witches…’
He had discovered the side effects of mana infusion during his encounter with the twins. He realized it could turn witches into sex-crazed maniacs.
Of course, they wouldn’t sleep around with just anyone. It would just make them more devoted to him… but after one round, he realized it was pointless.
Witches loved him, regardless of his abilities. It didn’t matter if his powers were innate or learned.
His ability to nullify their curses, to infuse them with pleasure—it was all a part of him. Just as no one would disfigure a handsome man for being born with good looks, Johan decided to accept his abilities as they were.
“You’re already soaked, Beatrice.”
Johan lifted her skirt and saw that she was dripping wet.
So wet that her small vagina could easily accommodate his large penis.
Beatrice, though still asleep, seemed to be beckoning him, her vagina pulsing, releasing a stream of fluid.
The sleeping princess’s plea. Johan, understanding her desire, thrust into her.
“Hnnn…”
Her wet vagina easily accepted him, her tightly closed lips parting, swallowing him whole.
Johan pushed deeper, his penis sliding through the tight passage until it reached a soft, unyielding barrier. Her womb.
The vessel of a witch’s magic. He rubbed against it, feeling her flesh clenching around him, and then released his mana.
“Haaaah—!?”
A surge of pleasure, so intense it jolted the sleeping Beatrice, and Johan, seeing his penis protruding from her abdomen, caressed her, releasing mana from both his hand and his penis.
Her womb, assaulted from both sides, squeezed him tighter, as if trying to extract every last drop of his life-giving mana. Beatrice’s small vagina clenched around him, so tight he couldn’t move.
“Ugh—!”
“Hah, hng… haah, hnnn…!”
Her vagina pulsed, like a fish flopping on land. Johan, trapped within her, lifted his hips, trying to withstand the intense pleasure.
He couldn’t last long. The walls of her vagina, alive and writhing, were a constant, overwhelming stimulation.
He knew Beatrice was still unconscious. She couldn’t possibly be doing this intentionally.
Even the most experienced courtesan couldn’t replicate such movements. Beatrice, a virgin until recently, couldn’t possibly be doing this consciously.
“Hnnn—!! Haaah—! Haaaah—!”
Beatrice’s moans became screams. Johan, feeling himself nearing his peak, released both semen and mana.
A sensation of being drained, from his toes to his very soul, and Beatrice cried out, a long, drawn-out wail that echoed through the hotel. She shuddered, and her eyes fluttered open.
“…Jo… han?”
“Beatrice.”
Beatrice, awake now, trembled and looked at Johan, then down at her own body.
Her nipples were hard, and her vagina was full. She let out a gasp, and another wave of pleasure washed over her.
Her brain, finally registering the sexual stimulation, was now sending waves of aftershocks through her body.
Orgasm, then another orgasm. Beatrice, her nose bleeding from the intensity, looked at Johan, who, startled, quickly pulled out.
“Bea-Beatrice—!?”
“Johan… I’m… dying…”
Johan, cradling the bleeding Beatrice in his arms, quickly called for a doctor.
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“It’s from overexertion. You should exercise some self-control.”
“…Yes.”
The hotel doctor frowned and quickly left the room. Though Johan had quickly cleaned Beatrice and dressed her, the room still smelled of their activities.
Calling a doctor because of a nosebleed caused by sex… it was a first for both Johan and the doctor.
Beatrice, seemingly oblivious to Johan’s embarrassment, giggled and tugged on his sleeve.
“Hehe… Johan…”
“…Are you alright? Your nose isn’t bleeding anymore.”
“I saw you… in my dream.”
“Me? What kind of dream?”
“A dream where you died… a hole in your stomach.”
That didn’t sound like a dream about him, Johan thought, but he didn’t want to interrupt her. He just nodded.
Beatrice, seeing him listening intently, continued, a small smile on her face.
“So… I… did something… to protect you…”
Crackle—
Sparks flickered in Beatrice’s eyes.
Johan, recognizing the signs, quickly grabbed her, preventing her from awakening again.
“Beatrice.”
“…Mm.”
“It’s okay now.”
He wasn’t sure what he meant, but Beatrice, tears streaming down her face, buried her head in his chest.
“…Johan, you… you won’t let me have that dream again, will you?”
“Of course.”
A promise between friends.
Johan linked his pinky with hers, sealing the promise.
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