Fated to Be Loved by Yandere Witches – Chapter 31

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The way holy knights capture witches is quite simple. Using their ability to cut through magic, they simply overwhelm a witch with waves of troops until she collapses from exhaustion.

Though this results in horrific casualties, it’s an undeniably effective method.

“All units, charge!”

The holy knights, mounted on blessed armor-clad horses, charged forward recklessly. They cut through the magical flames cast by the Fire Witch in the distance as they approached her.

This strategy had worked once before and had allowed them to approach the witch successfully again… but unfortunately, the Fire Witch had already been captured once.

And what she had done every day while imprisoned in that lightless tower was analyze the holy knights’ abilities and devise countermeasures.

“Did you think I wouldn’t anticipate this?”

The Fire Witch threw bottles of oil she had gathered from around the town. Though her form and technique were sloppy, her witch-enhanced strength was enough to shatter the glass bottles.

Magical fire ignited the spilled oil. The burning oil heated to thousands of degrees, creating a sea of flames.

The holy knights who had charged forward trusting only in their sacred blades and armor melted and collapsed before taking more than a few steps.

“Aaaaargh!”

“Gyaaaaaaah!”

Though their holy power could negate witch magic, it didn’t make them completely immune to physical laws.

While her flames were magical, the heat from the burning oil was a physical phenomenon.

“Burn, all of you. Burn to death.”

The Fire Witch continued unleashing both magical and physical flames. As holy knights continued dying meaninglessly, the church decided to dispatch archbishop-level holy knights.

Even after deploying those who could somewhat ignore physical laws in God’s name, the Fire Witch still managed to escape.

The church requested the kingdom deploy troops to track her, and the kingdom sent their army with various conditions attached.

And so began the pursuit of the Fire Witch.

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“That should do it… I think.”

Evangeline wiped away her sweat as she checked if the barrier she had installed was working properly. Though she had told Johan not to worry, with a witch rampaging so nearby, there was a real chance she could reach this place.

And given that their opponent was the Fire Witch, she would be quite troublesome for Evangeline.

‘I wouldn’t lose in a fight… but what if the crazy woman just sets the forest on fire and runs away?’

This forest was her home and territory. Having lived here for decades, she had grown rather attached to it. The thought of some uninvited guest burning it all down was more than a little irritating.

So she had taken measures to prevent any witch from entering – and even if they somehow managed to enter, they wouldn’t be able to burn the forest.

“Oof… nngh… I must be getting old.”

After installing the barrier around the forest, Evangeline groaned like an elderly person. She started patting her shoulders.

Though she reinforced herself with magic, constantly carrying around two spheres weighing several kilograms each was quite tiring even for a witch.

Thinking she should hurry back and ask Johan for a shoulder massage, Evangeline walked briskly toward the cabin.

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Back when I first arrived at this cabin – around when I first met Marguerite. At that time, I had wished for some adult reading material.

Though I had access to things beyond mere self-pleasure now, like Evangeline’s hands and even permission to touch her chest, that earlier desire remained valid.

Those books were a kind of stimulating literature. Just as having a lover or wife doesn’t make one stop enjoying certain forms of entertainment – having that kind of relationship with Master didn’t eliminate the need for such reading.

“Oh wow…”

And now such a book had fallen into my hands. A book titled “48 Sex Life Tips for Witches” that was quite provocative.

The book she said she had been reading to seduce me – I had thought it was just a boring educational text, but it wasn’t.

‘What is this?’

The book didn’t just contain verbal and non-verbal techniques for attracting men. True to its title, it also contained direct information about intimate matters.

Befitting a book made for magic-using witches, it was created with magic – amazingly, when magic was applied to the illustrations, they would animate to demonstrate specific positions.

Though I didn’t know who the model was, a beautiful woman would change poses according to one’s wishes. You could even adjust the poses however you wanted.

‘This is incredible…’

A customizable animated visual guide. This was revolutionary. After playing with it for several dozen minutes, I felt myself getting excited.

I started glancing around furtively. Since this was Master’s room, Marguerite wouldn’t enter without permission, and Master said she’d be gone for several hours, so there should be enough time…

“Johaaaan~ I’m back.”

“Y-yes! Welcome back Master!”

“What’s this, why so formal? What were you doing in my room?”

“Ah, n-nothing! I wasn’t doing anything in your room at all.”

Rather unfortunately, Master had returned just then. I quickly returned the book to its original place and straightened my clothes in case anything seemed amiss.

Fortunately, Master didn’t seem suspicious and came into the room rolling her shoulders tiredly.

“Aah- Johan, I’m exhausted.”

“Yes… good work.”

“So, could you give me a massage?”

“A massage? Of course. Where would you like it?”

“Everywhere.”

Master said this while removing her outer garments, revealing a dress slip underneath. I unconsciously swallowed at the sight.

Though it was a familiar sight by now… perhaps because of what I had just been reading, my body reacted very strongly.

Whether aware of my reaction or not, Master lay face down on the bed. Her short skirt failed to fully cover her undergarments, and her compressed chest bulged visibly at the sides.

When I just stood there, heart pounding at the sight, Master started urging me impatiently.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to help?”

“I-I will. Excuse me…”

I stood beside the bed and carefully reached for her shoulders. As I gently kneaded her flawless, soft skin, Master let out a pleased sound.

“Mmm… ahh… there… that’s good…”

“H-here?”

“Yes- haah, nnh! Johan… you’re… surprisingly good at this… mmm!”

“Th-thank you…”

Each time she moaned, my body reacted instinctively. Each time I massaged her shoulders, the soft flesh of her butt and breasts would ripple enticingly.

I wanted to knead those breasts and that large butt freely. To roughly massage them, then take out my dick and thrust into her vigorously.

But I couldn’t do that. Such actions would be disrespectful to Master. I would have to deal with it alone in the bathroom later, or at most ask Master for manual relief…

“Johan.”

“Y-yes!?”

“Why are you so startled? Do my lower back next, my back!”

“Y-your back?”

“Yes. Since it’ll be hard to reach, straddle me.”

“That’s a bit difficult right now…”

“What!? Why not? It’s not that hard of a request. This is your Master’s order! Get on top now!”

Though it was incredibly awkward, I couldn’t keep refusing as Master flailed her limbs and whined.

Finally, after calming her by agreeing, I carefully climbed onto the bed.

Gulp- I swallowed unconsciously as I took in the sight of her rounded butt, slim waist, delicate neck, and breasts so large they were visible even from behind.

Most eye-catching was her perfectly rounded bottom. When I sat to massage her back, my dick would be pressed between those cheeks.

If she felt my hardness, Master would understand why I had been reluctant to massage her, would realize what state I was in.

“Well then… shall I begin?”

“Mmm. I told you to start ages ago-”

Squish- As I settled my weight onto her bottom like a cushion, my hardness naturally pressed between her buttocks. When she felt the hard, hot length even through my pants, Master noticeably stiffened.

I leaned forward slightly, shifting my weight to let her feel me more clearly, then placed my hands on her waist.

Squeeze squeeze- As I began a massage that was more about grinding against her bottom with my manhood than actually massaging her back, I whispered to Master:

“Master- you’re quite stiff here.”

“Mm, mmmn- y-you think so?”

“Yes. Very tense.”

“Ah, haah- then around there… nngh! Work it well…”

Evangeline said this while starting to shift her hips slightly. It seemed unconscious rather than intentional, but the movement caused my dick trapped between her cheeks to rub back and forth.

I pressed down in rhythm with her movements. My hardness and fingers dug into her bottom and waist, reaching her most sensitive depths.

“Ahhhn-!?”

“Oh, here. You’re responding well.”

“Th-there- haah! Nnh! There feels… so good…”

Each time I massaged her tense muscles, she would let out delicate moans.

The atmosphere grew increasingly heated as this became more like simulated intimacy than a massage, and I grew harder and harder.

Around when my pants had grown damp where they were buried between her buttocks… I carefully reached toward her breasts and…

“…Johan.”

“Y-yes!?”

“Get Ritz right now.”

“Wh-what? Why Marguerite…?”

“Escape from here with Ritz.”

Master spoke with a hardened expression.

“We have an intruder.”

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