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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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A single beam of moonlight descended on a tower that had never seen light. For the resident of this room, who hadn’t felt light in so long, even this thin ray was moving.
She dragged her limbs, their tendons severed, into the moonlight streaming through a gap between bricks.
Light shot from the sun 150 million kilometers away had traversed the vast cosmos, reduced to a fraction of its original intensity.
Yet it was light. In this dark tower, her only ally that welcomed her, the only thing that warmed her.
“Kuk, kuah- uaaaah…”
Like a werewolf transforming under moonlight, the woman absorbed its energy and rose with a weak groan.
That tiny movement, that small moan made the guard open the door and enter.
“What─ The witch is awake!”
“Ugh, ungh- kuaaagh!”
Before the guard could shout to wake his comrades, the witch who had regained some strength erupted in flames.
The fire easily melted stone, consuming not just the guard but making the tower itself crumble.
From within the collapsing tower, the witch gazed at the full moon in the night sky.
“…Ah.”
O Moon.
Sacred Moon.
Grant me strength.
Power to punish them.
The moon sparkled brightly as if answering her plea. Having fully recovered her energy from just its light, the witch unleashed even stronger flames.
“─Witch! Die!”
Holy knights who belatedly realized she had broken free charged at her. While they had caught her before when she didn’t understand them well, now was different.
As the witch extended her hand, the ground supporting the holy knights melted. Stumbling from the sudden liquefaction, they planted their faces in ground heated to hundreds of degrees like lava.
“Kuaaaagh-!”
“Uagh, aaaagh! Aaaaaaagh!”
The holy knights’ armor burned, their faces melted, and they vanished without leaving even ashes.
It burned.
The tower burned.
But it wasn’t enough.
The witch wanted the world to burn.
She wished for only flames to surge in this cold world, the sole source of warmth.
“Burn, burn higher.”
Everything her gaze touched burst into flames.
That day, a tower holding a witch collapsed.
And a city burned with it.
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This was heaven.
I decided to think of it that way.
“Ehehe… Johan…”
“Mmm, apprentice…”
I rolled my eyes to look at both sides. Master was on my right. Perhaps lonely sleeping alone, she had wedged my right arm between her cleavage and thighs like a body pillow.
The left was similar. Though she hadn’t wedged it between her breasts, Marguerite had crushed my arm under her chest. The only difference was her legs entwined with mine.
With my limbs bound by two pairs of breasts and thighs, I could do nothing. I couldn’t even hide my arousal pointing skyward.
‘Namu Amitabul- Oh glorious Korea, may the Korean people endure…’
I tried randomly reciting Buddhist sutras and the national anthem in my head, but the moment either Master or Marguerite moaned and squirmed, it all flew away, leaving only the sensation of soft skin.
After experiencing this several times, I realized such feeble resistance was meaningless. Why resist at all? When I couldn’t resist anyway…
‘Really feels like it’s going to burst…’
Feeling my frantically throbbing member, I experienced the contradictory emotions of wanting this time to end quickly yet also hoping it would never end.
Of course, everything has an end. This time of heaven and hell had one too.
“Mmm… yawn~ Did you sleep well? Johan?”
“…No, I couldn’t sleep.”
“Hmm? Why? W-was I too heavy?”
“That’s not it…”
I glanced meaningfully at my tented pants. Master followed my gaze to my protruding lower abdomen-.
Normally she would have made sexual jokes like ‘Want me to take care of that?’ and actually given me a handjob, but for some reason today she didn’t react that way.
“E-eh- Johan. W-what are you showing?”
“…Huh?”
“Y-you shouldn’t play such tricks on your Master. Ahem- well then, I should get up…”
Evangeline said this while ignoring my fully erect member, getting up and leaving the room. I couldn’t understand why she was suddenly acting this way.
‘…Then who’s going to take care of my problem?’
I glanced at Marguerite. Having woken up around the same time as Evangeline, she looked at me with a knowing smile, as if she understood why Master was acting this way.
“Good morning, apprentice.”
“…Why is Master acting like this?”
“Who knows- I’m not sure? Maybe she suddenly started disliking you?”
Though I thought that was impossible, anything could happen. Master had liked me without any particular reason. And if she could like me without reason, she could dislike me without reason too.
Whether I was immune to curses or not, it was possible she’d simply grown tired of me. Or maybe I lacked appeal as a man─.
“…Could that really be it?”
“What’s this, apprentice. Are you genuinely worried? This is suddenly getting dark…”
Playing with my member through my clothes, she noticed it suddenly going limp and realized I was taking this seriously. She sat up and offered advice:
“At times like this, be manly and just tell her ‘I love you Master!’ That’s all it takes! Go on! Get going!”
“But suddenly doing that… what if she has started disliking me? Then such a confession wouldn’t be welcome…”
“What are you saying! There’s no way Evangeline could dislike you! Hurry up and confess!”
The fact that she didn’t make her usual crude comments about “sticking it in” was probably her own way of being considerate. If she’d made her usual sexual harassment remarks, I might have taken her words lightly and ended up not believing her.
Fortunately, her current words were too solemn for her usual self, and encouraged by that gravity, I immediately ran after Master.
Master was in her room. She seemed about to change clothes, with her skirt hitched up around her navel.
While half-openly peeking at her panties, I shouted as Marguerite had told me to:
“Master!”
“Y-yes? What is it?”
“L-l-lo…”
But when I actually tried to say the words, my mouth became heavy as if under a curse. Marguerite’s courage had indeed been impressive. I could feel its weight.
Just as lifting a heavy object isn’t easy, speaking weighty words wasn’t easy either.
“L-lo… love…”
“Um… Johan, I want to change clothes, so if you don’t have anything to say, could you leave?”
“Ah, yes…”
Hearing Master’s words, I was kicked out without managing to say anything. Marguerite, who had followed me, looked at me as if I were pathetic.
Normally I would have snapped back at that expression, but right now I couldn’t.
“Sigh… that’s virgins for you.”
“…Indeed.”
I wanted to die.
Better yet, I wished the world would burn away.
So no one would ever know I experienced this.
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Evangeline clutched her pounding heart while looking at the book on her desk. The book titled “48 Sex Life Tips for Witches” that she’d borrowed under Marguerite’s name.
This book contained tips for witches inexperienced in relationships. Among them were techniques for seducing men.
‘I-it worked…’
According to this book, being forward with men like she had been wasn’t good. It increased the chances of being seen as loose and easy, which could lead to being abandoned.
Whether that was true or not, Evangeline didn’t want to increase the chances of Johan abandoning her. So she immediately changed her attitude according to the book and tried to distance herself while pretending to be uninterested in sexual matters.
Though it hurt her heart terribly, she did it anyway- and amazingly, she saw results in less than ten minutes.
‘He was definitely trying to say he loves me…’
Unable to understand how it could produce such results in just ten minutes, this book became not just a sex education guide for Evangeline, but something like holy scripture.
The contents were truth, and if she followed them, she could have Johan!
‘Aah─ Johan, Johan… Johaaaan… my cute apprentice.’
Imagining a future with Johan, she trembled in ecstasy while clutching her face.
If she wasn’t careful, her expression would collapse and show a face a woman shouldn’t display.
After massaging her face to restore her expression, Evangeline quickly changed clothes and prepared to go to the living room.
‘Hehehe~ Now that I’ve received his confession, tonight probably…’
She let out a small “kyaah!” and was about to leave her room in good spirits when she noticed one of her jewels cracking- plink.
These jewels were scattered worldwide and would crack when something threatening to her occurred. The necklace she’d given to Elicis recently was made of the same jewel.
However, there was one problem.
“This one- who did I give this to…?”
The jewel had cracked. Something threatening to her had definitely occurred, but…
Perhaps because she’d given them to so many people over hundreds of years, she couldn’t remember who she’d given this particular one to.
Normally she would have worried more, but Evangeline didn’t think one cracked jewel was very important.
“…Ah whatever, it doesn’t matter!”
Right now, running to Johan and trying out the tips from this book was far more important. And so Evangeline left for the living room, remembering only that a jewel had cracked.
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