Fated to Be Loved by Yandere Witches – Chapter 4

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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My first day as the witch’s assistant, and I’d already screwed up.

I’d overslept.

“…Well, shit.”

Morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a thin ray across the room. I lay in bed for a moment, basking in the warmth, before dragging myself to the bathroom, eyes still crusty with sleep.

I splashed some water on my face from the basin I’d filled the night before, then headed straight to the kitchen after shaking off the excess moisture.

The kitchen counter was loaded with ingredients. I chopped everything into bite-sized pieces and tossed them into a pot, just like I had seen Eva do the previous day, then lit the stove.

To my amazement, the witch’s cabin had some kind of magical ignition system that worked just like a gas range. What a far cry from the village, where I’d once been beaten half to death for letting the cooking fire die out.

‘The perks of living with a witch,’ I thought gratefully as I started on the stew.

At least I didn’t have to worry about the taste. Eva had shared her secret – a pinch of her special seasoning would make anything delicious. She called it “the power of love,” though I still had no idea what that had to do with magic.

“Let’s see…”

I didn’t really need to taste-test it, but I spooned a bit into a small dish anyway. Perfect, as expected. Strangely enough, the seasoning alone hadn’t tasted nearly this good – there was definitely some magic at work here.

After finishing up in the kitchen, I straightened my clothes and made my way to Eva’s room. I’d never actually been in a woman’s bedroom before, so I knocked on the door with slightly trembling hands.

“…Witch?”

No response from inside. Thinking she might still be asleep, I knocked again.

A muffled mumble came from within. Taking that as permission, I opened the door and stepped inside.

Then froze at what I saw.

“Um… ma’am, you really need to wake up—”

“Mmm… not ‘witch,’ Eva…”

“Right, Eva. But please, your clothes…”

She was wearing nothing but a tiny slip dress and her hood. The dress had twisted up while she slept – one strap had slipped down her shoulder and the hem had ridden up dangerously high on her thighs.

Somehow her hood remained perfectly in place, which was impressive given her state of undress. I tugged at my pants uncomfortably as I approached to fix her clothing.

‘And definitely no underwear…’

Her nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric, and there wasn’t a single strap or band visible around her hips besides the slip itself.

This definitely wasn’t 21st century Earth – there was no way they had things like C-strings here. Which meant she was completely bare underneath.

If I’m being honest, for a guy in his twenties who hadn’t had any release in a month, the scene was almost too much to handle.

“Come on, time to get up.”

“Mmm… five more minutes…”

Whether intentional or not, she let out an inappropriately sensual moan and collapsed against my lower half.

I jerked back in surprise, grabbing her shoulders to keep her steady.

“Are- are you okay?”

“Why are you pulling away?”

“What?”

“Why are you avoiding me? Got something to hide down there?”

Evangeline reached for the obvious bulge in my pants. I felt myself twitch at her touch, already painfully close.

I dropped my hands from her shoulders and took a quick step back. She paused at my reaction, then stretched leisurely.

“Mmm… right, breakfast time.”

“…Shall we, Eva?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Just… may I use the bathroom first?”

“Bathroom? Must be urgent.”

It was. When I nodded, she waved me off. I practically ran to the bathroom and finally found some relief.

My first release in a month.

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Though Evangeline had taken Johan as her assistant, she was terrified of showing him her face.

True, circumstances suggested he might be immune to her curse. But what if she was wrong?

If she got her hopes up only to have him look at her with disgust – if he fell under the curse and came to hate her like everyone else – her heart would truly break this time.

She needed proof. Real evidence that he could look upon her face and remain unchanged.

‘Then again…’

She remembered something another witch had once mentioned – that men think with their lower parts so much that some would try to bed a witch even knowing they’d be cursed.

There were even men with peculiar tastes who made a habit of it, taking witches to bed while despising them.

‘Maybe I should… test him physically first?’

She did have an incredible figure, after all. More than a few men who didn’t know she was a witch had tried to catch her eye based on her body alone.

Of course, the moment they realized what she was, those same men would grimace and turn away in disgust.

‘But Johan didn’t hate me even after learning I’m a witch… surely he won’t reject my body…’

The problem was, having never so much as held hands with a man in her centuries of life, she had no idea how to go about seducing one.

She went to her wardrobe and pulled out her shortest nightgown – one she rarely wore because it was so revealing.

The kind of thing that would slip off with just a bit of tossing and turning.

‘This should do it…’

Decision made, she swallowed hard, pulled up her hood, and slipped into bed.

She cast a spell to keep the hood in place. Even a typhoon couldn’t blow it off now.

Reassured, she closed her eyes, her heart pounding. But her racing pulse made it impossible to sleep.

She lay there for an hour, then two… who knows how long before exhaustion finally took her.

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“…Witch?”

A man’s voice pulled her from sleep. Still groggy, she whined about not wanting to get up yet.

“Mmm… five more minutes…”

“Ma’am, you really need to wake up…”

“Not ‘witch,’ Eva…”

“Eva, fine, but your clothes…”

Clothes?

His words made her check her nightgown. Perfect – everything had shifted exactly as planned.

Half her chest was exposed, and the hem had ridden up well past her hips.

Now Johan just needed to make his move.

‘Why isn’t he doing anything?’

She peeked at him. His face was flushed as he stared down at her. Even a child could tell he was aroused.

Finally, his hands reached for her. She arched her back and twisted her hips, making herself as inviting as possible.

‘Here it comes, here it comes…’

Just as she thought she was about to lose her virginity, Johan merely fixed her strap and pulled down her hem before stepping away.

Confused by his restraint, she sat up and deliberately fell against him.

“Ugh—!?”

He made a strangled sound and jerked back, steadying her with trembling hands.

“A-are you alright?”

“Why do you keep pulling away?”

“What?”

“Why are you avoiding me? Are you hiding something?”

Hurt by his rejection, she stared pointedly at his waist. Something was obviously straining against his pants.

She reached out to touch the bulge. Whatever it was twitched at her touch.

‘What’s he hiding?’

Though she wasn’t sure what it was, she pulled her hand away. This was a witch’s cabin – there were bound to be fascinating items that would tempt someone who’d never encountered magic before.

The rooms he had access to didn’t contain anything particularly valuable. She could spare him one trinket.

“Well, time for breakfast.”

“…Shall we go, Eva?”

“Are you in pain?”

“No! It’s nothing. Just… may I use the bathroom first?”

“Bathroom? Must be urgent.”

She nodded at his sudden request and went to sit at the table.

Two place settings were laid out – one for her, one for Johan. It had been so long since she’d shared a meal with anyone that excitement bubbled up inside her.

‘What’s taking him so long?’

But it was a full five minutes before Johan returned from the bathroom. A sweet floral scent clung to him.

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“Hmm… something smells strange in here.”

“W-what?”

“Why are you so nervous?”

“No reason! Cleaning is my job, after all.”

Desperate to change the subject, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Actually Eva, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“That hood… why do you never take it off?”

Evangeline fell silent, studying me intently. Worried I’d crossed a line, I held my breath and waited.

With her hood hiding most of her face, it was impossible to read her expression. Not ideal for an assistant who needed to anticipate his master’s needs.

“Are you curious?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

“Hmm~ Knowing might hurt you.”

That witch’s laugh again – that spine-chilling cackle that made the hair on my neck stand up.

But between human curiosity and a month of conditioned subservience, I couldn’t help wanting to open this Pandora’s box.

When I nodded, she toyed with the edge of her hood and spoke:

“If you see a witch’s bare face, you’ll be cursed.”

“What? What do you—”

“Haven’t you heard? Everyone who sees my face falls under the curse. No exceptions.”

I didn’t even have time to ask what kind of curse before the realization hit me. I’d already seen her face…

And a curse from the lips of a witch who could conjure modern conveniences in this medieval backwater was not something to take lightly.

My legs trembled as I slumped forward, my head hitting the table.

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Silence filled the room.

Moonlight streamed through the small window, casting an ethereal glow.

It illuminated the witch dozing in the chair beside my bed, her silver hair gleaming beneath her hood.

‘Oh…’

Looking at her otherworldly beauty, I finally understood my situation.

I’d actually fainted when she mentioned the curse. Pretty pathetic for a 21st century guy who didn’t even believe in the supernatural.

Trying to distract myself from that embarrassing fact, I studied the witch nodding off before me.

Even with her hood hiding half her face, her beauty was devastating.

Just looking at her made my heart race.

‘Is this… the curse?’

I reached out carefully and pulled back her hood, revealing her breathtaking features.

And in that moment, I knew for certain I was cursed.

I would never be able to escape her.

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