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Translator: Mod7
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After that, through various experiments with Marguerite, I investigated the conditions under which curses disappeared.
Though having only one test subject made some aspects difficult to research, we somehow managed to determine the conditions.
Witches who received my ejaculation inside them had their curses disappear. This wasn’t permanent, lasting anywhere from three days to a week.
After confirming these conditions, I could understand why witches who received internal ejaculation had their curses disappear, and why it lasted between three days to a week.
‘Sperm survival time…’
Sperm typically survived for two to three days. With optimal nutrition and environment, healthy sperm could live up to five days, and in my case, enhanced by mana, they seemed able to survive up to a week.
When I shared my theory with Marguerite, she fell into thought for a moment before nodding, realizing it was a plausible hypothesis.
“They say men’s semen contains abundant life force. And life force can be converted to mana.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Since you have magic. Maybe the life force substitutes for mana to make magic work… something like that?”
Marguerite said this while squeezing her pussy. A pussy that had taken my virginity. Though one might expect to grow accustomed to it after regular sessions, her pussy refused to become familiar.
The way her inner walls squeezed my dick differently each time, writhing only to extract semen, provided mind-shattering pleasure to me who knew no other woman.
Finally unable to hold back any longer, I released inside her. My healthy body pumped out enough semen to overflow her womb, and seeing the quantity, Marguerite smiled brightly as she roughly confirmed the duration.
“Hmm- this should last five days. Thanks, apprentice.”
She said this while quickly pulling up her panties to prevent any semen from dripping, as if it would be wasteful to let even a drop fall.
Watching this, I carefully asked:
“…Um, Marguerite.”
“What is it?”
“I’m worried about something. With daily internal ejaculation like this, won’t you get pregnant…?”
Hearing my words, Marguerite stared at me with a dumbfounded expression as if wondering what nonsense I was speaking, before bursting into laughter moments later.
“What? Kyahaha-! Look at you. Do you want to get me pregnant that badly?”
“N-no! That’s not it…”
“Sorry to disappoint, but give up on that idea. Witch pregnancies don’t happen so easily. You could say it’s practically impossible.”
“But… I’ve actually seen a pregnant witch.”
“Ah… Ludwig’s child?”
“Yes.”
However, knowing of an actual case, I couldn’t help but feel anxious. What would happen if I kept ejaculating inside her and Marguerite actually became pregnant?
If she got pregnant, not only would we be unable to continue internal ejaculation for a while, but we also wouldn’t be able to hide from Master the fact that we’d had sex.
But Marguerite just smiled slyly as if wondering why that would be a problem at all.
“If such things were common, wouldn’t the world already be full of witches and their children? Witches are all naturally beautiful, and live for hundreds of years. But that’s not the case, is it?”
“That’s true, but…”
“Don’t worry! Even if I did get pregnant, I wouldn’t make you take responsibility.”
Marguerite said this as she left the room. I stared at her retreating figure before opening the window to ventilate.
Fortunately Master and Beatrice weren’t familiar with these lewd scents – otherwise they would have quickly discovered we were having sex.
And soon after they would figure out why I was regularly having sex with Marguerite, and once they realized sex was the reason for the curse disappearing, they would start trying to extract my semen at every opportunity…
‘How terrifying.’
It wasn’t that I disliked sex.
As Marguerite said, witches were all beautiful despite having different tastes, and as a healthy man in his twenties, I had no reason to push away such beauties.
However, thinking carefully about it revealed the problem.
‘At least once every three days means once every day…’
It was a lifestyle that absolutely couldn’t be maintained long-term, one that would inevitably break down someday.
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After Marguerite was freed from her curse, sharp gazes pierced us whenever we walked through town together.
She was beautiful. Not just beautiful, but exceptional in both appearance and figure. Yet she maintained an innocent expression as if knowing nothing, radiating a mysterious aura…
It went beyond mere glances – whether mercenaries or nobles, they all tried to approach her, some even plotting to kidnap her and make her their own.
“Oh, miss. With such beautiful features, you must be from some fallen noble family. Would you give me the chance to…”
“Nope. I refuse. Get lost.”
“…I tried to be nice about this, but I’ll have to personally teach you some manners!”
It was standard for some flashy noble or rich man’s son to hit on Marguerite, and when rejected, they would bring mercenaries and guards to ambush us.
In the past, Marguerite would have simply used magic to escape such situations without a second thought, but since becoming visible, she avoided using magic.
If I, a man, displayed magical phenomena alone, they might dismiss it as their imagination, but if Marguerite, a woman, showed magical abilities, she would immediately be branded a witch, and I would suffer consequences just for being with her.
So whenever trouble arose, resolving it fell entirely to me.
“Get lost.”
“Kill the man and take the woman!”
“Isn’t it usually the other way around?”
I deflected the incoming sword with a casual sideways strike while tilting my head. Though the wielder seemed somewhat trained in swordsmanship as he tried to recover his stance immediately, I reached him first.
Close enough to grab his wrist, I crushed his sword hand, then lightly struck his nape with a knife hand.
I took the sword from the man as he convulsed for breath, then bound the next incoming blade. With one spin, the sword naturally flew skyward.
I threw the sword in my hand to pierce the shoulder of the now empty-handed man, caught the falling sword from above to block the last attacker’s blade.
Then I naturally struck his face with the pommel, easily dropping him.
“W-what…”
The noble or rich man, whatever he was, exclaimed in shock at this sight. Understandable, seeing his trusted mercenaries instantly rolling on the ground.
I pointed my sword at him and said:
“Get lost.”
“Y-you damned witch! That’s it! You’re a witch! You!”
“What nonsense.”
Annoyed, I threw the sword at him. Seeing it fly toward him, he collapsed in terror before staring at the blade embedded in front of him.
I casually dusted off my hands and left the scene with Marguerite. Then we headed straight for the church.
“Apprentice? Why are we going this way after being called that?”
“Because we were called witches. We need to prepare.”
Witches existed in this world. Most witches possessed both terrible curses and powerful magic, making them threats to humanity.
Thus humanity never simply ignored witches. Especially not the church, the main source of witch hunting.
The church’s hatred of witches was so severe that even just having a pretty face could get someone accused of being a witch. Whether they actually were a witch or not didn’t matter.
“There’s no way to prove whether someone’s a witch or not anyway, so they can just call anyone suspicious a witch and insist on it even if they’re not. We have to be careful.”
Normally, one couldn’t prove they weren’t a witch. Yes, normally. But the world always turned on blood ties, regional connections, and academic networks.
I had connections with the holy knights. Thanks to our Master, I knew a holy knight who had become a diocese head and owed me a debt – one that needed repaying.
At least in this region, we wouldn’t be falsely accused of being witches.
Entering the church, a nun in habit greeted us warmly.
“Welcome, brother. Sister. What brings you here?”
“I’m here to see Elicis. Tell her Johan is here, she’ll let me in.”
“…Ah, Brother Johan. It’s been a while. You visited once before. I remember when the holy knights brought you in. I’ll guide you right away. This way please.”
Fortunately the nun remembered me and led us to Elicis without any procedures. That was fortunate. It would have been troublesome if we’d needed to make appointments or follow protocols to meet Elicis.
Following the nun inside, we heard Elicis’s slightly sharp voice. When told to enter, we opened the door to find Elicis frowning while buried in piles of documents.
“What is it?”
“You’ll get wrinkles frowning like that.”
“What… Johan?”
“Long time no see.”
She lifted her head slightly, and upon confirming it was me, her frown smoothed out. Then she tilted her head curiously looking at Marguerite standing beside me.
“And who might this be?”
“Master’s friend.”
“…I see. You may go now.”
“Yes, Holy Knight.”
After dismissing the nun, Elicis seated us and immediately asked why we had come.
I pointed at Marguerite and asked if it wasn’t obvious.
“Look, isn’t she beautiful?”
“…Indeed she is. And?”
“The vermin are swarming. Since the church keeps killing beautiful women as witches, there aren’t many beauties left.”
“That doesn’t seem entirely our fault…”
“So you know what people are saying these days? They’re calling us witches, threatening to report us to the church.”
“That doesn’t seem entirely incorrect…”
Marguerite glared fiercely at Elicis who kept interrupting. Knowing she was actually a witch, Elicis flinched and cleared her throat several times.
“Fine, I understand. I’ll give you certificates proving you’re not witches under my name. Will that do?”
“That would be appreciated.”
Whew, Elicis sighed lightly and returned her focus to the documents. Seeing this, I glanced up to check what kind of documents she was working on.
[Apprentice Holy Knight Swordsmanship Instructor…]
「With the recent murder of Lord Kalos, known as the Father of Swordsmanship, by a witch, most sword instructors are being cautious… seeking new instructor…」
It was a document about Ludwig’s child who had died recently.
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