Fated to Be Loved by Yandere Witches – Chapter 11

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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When men get time alone, they masturbate.

Most men do, anyway.

‘Urgent, quick.’

Now that I was alone, I moved fast enough to make my feet sweat. I ran to the bathroom for easier cleanup.

Even without proper material, it wasn’t difficult to release using just memories of time with my master. After finishing with surprising intensity, I left the bathroom overwhelmed by an intense feeling of emptiness.

My body probably couldn’t handle the dopamine explosion I hadn’t experienced in so long.

‘Tired…’

Exhausted after just one release, I lay down in the hammock hung in the yard. Warm sunlight filtered pleasantly through the dense trees.

I didn’t have to worry about insect bites either. The cabin was surrounded by a barrier that prevented unauthorized entry.

‘…Come to think of it, something’s strange.’

Entering post-clarity while swaying side to side in the hammock, I realized something odd.

This cabin had a barrier preventing unauthorized entry. It even blocked tiny flying insects. That’s why we lived bug-free despite being in the forest.

But thinking back, I had already entered this cabin once before. When I first arrived in this world─ I’d been able to approach without permission.

‘Could I have some hidden power?’

I wondered if I might have a cheat ability like those given to protagonists and characters who fall into other worlds.

Imagine Breaker that nullifies all magic it touches─!

‘No, definitely not that.’

Thinking about it though, I’d already been affected by Master’s magic plenty of times. The impossibly soft bed and the magical seasoning that made everything delicious were both magic, weren’t they?

When first learning magic from Master, I’d even floated in the air due to her magic. It didn’t make sense to think I was immune to magic now.

‘Then what could it be…’

My mind kept turning. Humans tend to recall recent events, and lately my memories were all painted over with Master.

Seeing Master nearly naked in the mornings, watching her chest bounce defenselessly up and down around lunch, seeing her emerge into the living room in just a towel after her evening bath…

‘Ah damn- got aroused again.’

Despite just finishing, my vigorous body quickly recovered and stood at attention. I couldn’t properly deal with this second urge using just memories.

I needed proper material. Not just memories, but something I could see and touch.

“Master~ are you still far away?”

I carefully called out to Master. With her elf-like hearing, I knew she’d catch even this quiet voice and respond-.

Fortunately, there was no response, suggesting she wasn’t nearby yet. Confirming I had time, I steeled myself and entered the cabin.

More specifically, her room.

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I opened the door to her bedroom on the first floor and went inside.

Unlike her workshop on the second floor containing magical reagents and forbidden books that only she could enter, her bedroom was defenseless.

Carefully entering, I sniffed at the scent flowing through the room.

‘Smells nice…’

A fresh, sweet floral scent wafted through. Being around Master regularly, I knew this was her pheromone scent.

Like a butterfly or bee drawn to flower scent, I carefully approached the bed and dove onto it. I buried my face in the pillow, taking in Master’s fragrance.

A feeling of wholly embracing her rose up. After thrusting my hips against the bed a few times, I carefully got up and headed to her wardrobe.

‘…She even has underwear like this.’

Opening the wardrobe, I carefully pulled out neatly stacked underwear. Witches don’t produce secretions. They don’t release waste or urine.

Though they seem to sweat, even that sweat contains no impurities. Thus witches sometimes wear the same underwear for several days in rotation.

Master did too. I knew the underwear on top was what she’d taken off the day before yesterday. Carefully bringing it to my face, it gave off the same scent as the room, no – an even stronger one.

Just smelling it made me throb, so I carefully lowered my pants while breathing heavily.

“Haa- haa-”

While pressing the underwear against my face, my other hand started moving quickly. Where before I could stroke vigorously for 10 minutes with no response, now with just this material I was already close.

As the sensation built to my head, I was going for the final sprint when I made eye contact with a purple-haired woman sitting in front of me.

She’d witnessed my activities with amusement before I stopped, and tilted her head questioningly while looking around.

“Hey, I was enjoying that… why’d you stop?”

“…How can I continue with you watching?”

“You? Was someone there?”

The purple-haired woman looked around saying this. Obviously, only she and I were in the room.

But as she looked around, she let out a dry laugh and started saying strange things.

“There’s no one here? Talking to yourself… you must be crazy.”

“I’m crazy? You seem stranger to me.”

“…Wait, it seems like you can hear me- am I imagining it?”

“It’s not your imagination. You’re the only one here besides me.”

“…You can see me?”

“Huh? Of course. Is there some reason I shouldn’t?”

She stood there stunned, mouth agape at my words. While she was dazed, I quickly pulled up my pants and fixed my clothes.

Though I was still throbbing from stopping right before finishing, my nerves weren’t thick enough to continue in front of an unknown woman.

And─ while I didn’t know her exact identity, I could guess who she was.

‘Must be a witch…’

In this cabin built in the middle of a monster-filled forest, protected by barriers, only a witch could suddenly appear without anyone knowing.

After tightly fastening my pants and checking nothing was stained, I put the underwear back in the wardrobe and spoke to her.

“Master is out right now- would you like some tea?”

“…Honey tea.”

“We don’t have that.”

“Then anything is fine.”

“Yes, please wait a moment.”

Leaving her standing there dazed, I headed to the kitchen.

Now came the important part. I tried to think how to smooth over being caught with Master’s underwear.

‘How the hell am I supposed to smooth this over…’

I had nothing to offer this witch as compensation. I couldn’t stop her from telling my master she found me with her underwear.

In other words, I was screwed. Completely.

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When things start disappearing from homes, people say mischievous fairies took them. A fantasy element that doesn’t actually exist.

In this world, that fantasy element was real. The mischief-maker was a witch named Marguerite.

Using her ability to freely traverse space, Marguerite had come to visit an old acquaintance after a long time and encountered quite an interesting sight.

A human. A male one at that. While it wasn’t strange for men to be in witches’ cabins since most witches were beautiful women… it didn’t apply to this cabin’s owner.

‘What, a man?’

Marguerite wondered if she’d warped to the wrong place. But checking several times confirmed this was indeed the witch’s cabin she sought.

The Witch of Love, and contrary to that name, the unloved witch Evangeline’s cabin.

‘Well well.’

She burst out laughing watching the man masturbating with panties out in the open. Did he even know whose underwear he was using?

She wanted to see his excited face twist with disgust upon realizing who owned them. So she approached to observe closer─ when he suddenly stopped and stared into empty space.

More precisely, in her direction.

“Hey, I was enjoying watching, why’d you stop?”

She muttered this. Then the man made an exasperated expression as if he’d heard her and spoke.

“…How can I continue with you watching?”

“You? Was someone there?”

Marguerite looked around for other people. She didn’t think he could possibly be talking to her.

Confirming no one else was around, she realized why this man was here masturbating with a witch’s underwear.

“There’s no one here? Talking to yourself… you must be crazy.”

She murmured this, and the man before her frowned and started addressing her directly.

“I’m crazy? You seem stranger to me.”

“…Wait, it seems like you can hear me- am I imagining it?”

“It’s not your imagination. You’re the only one here besides me.”

“…You can see me?”

“Huh? Of course. Is there some reason I shouldn’t?”

There was a reason he shouldn’t be able to see her.

She was the Witch of Space, wielding spatial magic.

In exchange, people couldn’t see her.

She also couldn’t interact with the world without using magic.

There was absolutely no reason a mere human should be able to see her. While she stood there shocked by this impossibility, the man spoke.

“Um… Master is out right now- would you like some tea?”

Still suspicious until the end, she ordered an unusual drink.

“Honey tea.”

Obviously, this cabin wouldn’t have such a thing.

The man heard her order and replied:

“We don’t have that.”

Hundreds of years as a witch.

She’d encountered a human who could see her.

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