Fated to Be Loved by Yandere Witches – Chapter 66

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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What constituted “feeling terror”?

The answer to that question determined whether Hecaterina would remain a captive, or if she could someday be killed.

‘If things go wrong, I might have to keep feeding her my semen for the rest of her life…’

“Johan? Johan…?”

Lost in thought, I was startled back to reality by Elicis’s voice. I looked at her and nodded, as if asking what she wanted.

“Uh, yeah. What is it?”

“Something on your mind? You seemed lost in thought…”

“A little.”

“…Is it about that witch?”

“Yes.”

She immediately guessed that Hecaterina was the source of my preoccupation, but I didn’t elaborate. More accurately, I couldn’t elaborate.

A witch who wouldn’t die as long as someone felt terror—it was a bizarre concept, and Elicis hadn’t even seen Hecaterina’s true form.

All she knew were fragmented pieces of information: a girl, a woman, a monster—details that painted a picture of something inhuman. If I explained more, she might actually become terrified of Hecaterina.

“What’s the matter…?”

“Um—I can’t tell you. It’s not that it’s a secret, but rather, something you shouldn’t know.”

“Something I shouldn’t know… does she have some kind of contagious curse?”

“That’s right. A curse that weakens the more people know about it…”

Hearing this, Elicis nodded and gave up on pressing for details. The Church specialized in witch hunts, possessing a wealth of information on how to deal with them.

That included knowledge of witches’ magic and curses, so she likely understood the risks of learning more.

“By the way… aren’t you going to pay me for the days I worked?”

“Did you really think you’d get paid? After disappearing for a week after working just two days?”

“Where I come from, you get paid even for working just one hour.”

Elicis shook her head, unimpressed. Minimum wage, labor laws—those were relatively recent concepts, even in the modern world. It was unrealistic to expect such regulations in a medieval fantasy world. In fact, my sudden disappearance had probably caused considerable trouble for Elicis, who had recommended me for the position.

Therefore…

“I’m not asking for much. Just a honorary holy knight badge, or some kind of certificate proving I’m not a witch.”

“…Do you really think that’s not much? An honorary holy knight badge? Do you have any idea how much you have to achieve to earn one—?”

“So? Are you going to give it to me or not?”

I asked arrogantly. Elicis bit her lip at my defiant attitude.

I could act this way for one simple reason: if she didn’t vouch for me, I would eventually be exposed as a witch’s apprentice.

And what four witches might do if that happened… I couldn’t even begin to imagine.

‘If it were just one witch, it would be different.’

The reason the Church could capture witches was simple: witches didn’t work together. Their persecuted, isolated lives made it difficult even to meet, and even if they did, their curses often prevented them from recognizing each other.

Yet in our cabin, four witches lived together, capable of cooperating. Considering that a single Fire Witch had devastated an entire city despite the Church’s efforts, four witches working together posed a threat capable of toppling nations.

“…Fine. I’ll give it to you. An honorary knight badge is out of the question, but I’ll give you a certificate proving you’re neither a witch nor a witch follower.”

“Something like that would be useful.”

Though I couldn’t get the prestigious holy knight badge, a certificate proving I wasn’t a witch wasn’t bad either.

It wouldn’t make people tremble in fear like a holy knight badge, but it would be enough to deter those who suspected me or my companions of being witches.

After receiving the certificate, I said goodbye to Elicis and quickly left the church. I then headed to a nearby cafe.

It was lunchtime. People bustled past, glancing curiously inside. I didn’t need to wonder what was drawing their attention.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside, and four pairs of eyes immediately focused on me.

“Johan!”

“Master. I’m back.”

“Did you get what you asked for?”

“I couldn’t get the holy knight badge, but the certificate…”

Master took the certificate with a broad smile and scanned its contents. Of course, even with this certificate, there would still be those who suspected her of being a witch.

However, the reason no one was currently suspecting her was simple:

‘Because there are four beauties here.’

I glanced around. Master, Marguerite, Hecaterina, and Beatrice – four stunningly beautiful witches, each appealing to different tastes, were all looking at me.

Individually, they might be viewed with suspicion. But together, the suspicion lessened.

‘They wouldn’t expect witches to work together.’

Witches didn’t cooperate. Their solitary, individualistic lives had created that misconception.

A group of witches was, paradoxically, no longer perceived as witches.

“Well─ shall we head back now that everything’s done?”

“Yes, let’s.”

At Evangeline’s suggestion, we started walking back to the cabin, searching for a path away from prying eyes.

With four beautiful women in tow, finding a secluded route proved to be a time-consuming task.

‘I should probably get a place in the city too…’

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Back at the cabin that night, I entered Hecaterina’s room and raped her.

“Ungh-!? Hk! You crazy bastard…! Why, again…!”

“…You’re a pet, aren’t you?”

“Hah! Get out, get ouuut…! Get out…!”

After vigorously thrusting and ejaculating inside her, I wiped myself clean and left the room.

A murderous glare pierced the back of my head. I ignored it.

‘…This isn’t very satisfying.’

I had completely disregarded Hecaterina’s feelings, raping and ejaculating inside her. Though it might seem cruel, it was unavoidable.

‘If her curse returns… everything we’ve done will be undone.’

My semen had anti-magic properties. It could nullify a witch’s magic and even temporarily suppress their curses.

However, this effect only lasted as long as the sperm survived. With an average lifespan of three days, this meant I had to ejaculate inside a witch at least once every three days to keep their curses suppressed.

‘This is exhausting…’

But forcing myself on someone who clearly didn’t want it went against my modern sensibilities. Even murderers shouldn’t be tortured or killed, according to modern ethics.

Of course, I wasn’t claiming to be exceptionally virtuous, but I wasn’t so callous that I could repeatedly rape someone without feeling any psychological strain.

The most exhausting part was the sheer frequency of the act.

‘I did Hecaterina today… so tomorrow it’s Master, then Marguerite the day after, then I’ll have to masturbate the following morning to feed Hecaterina before raping her again that night…’

Though it might sound like a dream come true to some, it was taking a toll. The constant sexual activity, day after day, was incredibly tiring.

The biggest problem was the lack of rest. If another witch were added to the mix, I’d be truly worked to death.

‘I need some kind of magical penis… infinite stamina…’

But unfortunately, there was no divine being to grant me such a cheat. It would be ridiculous for a witch’s apprentice, at odds with the Church, to pray to God anyway.

After offering a silent prayer to Master, I went to my room and flopped onto the bed. I was startled awake by the sensation of something crushing me.

“What, what the—!?”

“Ow, ow…”

“Beatrice…?”

“Johaan… it hurts…”

Beatrice, who had been lying on top of me, looked up tearfully. This affection-starved girl was still clinging to me, unable to satisfy her need for physical contact.

I rubbed the spot where I’d crushed her, then sat beside her on the bed.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“Waaaaah-! It huuurts!”

“Sorry, I didn’t see you…”

The fact that she was lying in my bed without permission wasn’t important right now. She was just a child, mentally immature despite her age.

While comforting her, I noticed her hands were strangely damp. Too wet for just tears.

Not only that, but the bed beneath her was also damp. I cautiously asked:

“…Beatrice?”

“Sniff, sniff—what…?”

“What were you doing here?”

“Um? Playing a fun game.”

“A fun… game?”

“Yeah. Want to play with me, Johan?”

She said this as she lifted her dress. Her underwear was gone, revealing her glistening genitals.

As if that wasn’t shocking enough, Beatrice began touching herself.

“Mnh, like this—touching here… feels good! Touch me too, Johan!”

“…Ah, I see.”

I buried my face in my hands. Surrounded by lustful witches, this young girl had finally learned to masturbate.

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