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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Regina Star. The Witch of Records.
A witch capable of observing all things from her library.
She instantly perceived that Evangeline, visiting her library, was no longer afflicted by her curse, and inquired about the reason.
Unable to discern the cause with her own abilities, she even experienced the agonizing sensation of her soul being torn apart. As the Witch of Records, she couldn’t rest until everything was documented.
Evangeline, indebted to Regina for past favors, agreed to her request on the condition that information about Johan wouldn’t be shared.
“Now then, I shall begin recording. Please, proceed with the sex…”
And so, this was the result. Johan chuckled, looking at the witch before him, quill in hand, urging him to have sex.
So this was what she meant by “client.” He glanced at Evangeline and Marguerite, a wry smile on his face.
They both sighed, as if resigned to their fate. Seeing this, Johan realized there was no escape, and quickly pulled down his pants.
His penis was flaccid, but he figured it would become erect soon enough once he started… He moved toward Marguerite—
“One moment, please.”
Regina approached and crouched before Johan’s penis, her eyes level with it. She quickly sketched its form, then poked it with her quill.
The sharp tip pricked him, and Johan flinched, twisting away.
“What are you doing…?”
“Please remain still. I have the right to thoroughly investigate the process of curse breaking. That was the agreement.”
“Right, the agreement.”
Johan glared at Evangeline. His usually assertive Master avoided his gaze, whistling innocently.
He turned back to Regina. She was acting like some kind of porn director, stopping and starting the sex to examine his penis.
Regina, after poking and prodding his penis, took hold of it with her gloved hand and began to gently stroke it.
“Can you even penetrate with something this flaccid?”
“…It gets hard when I’m aroused.”
“Oh? Then please, demonstrate.”
“It’s hard to get aroused when you keep interrupting.”
Johan said this, slightly irritated, and moved away from Regina, pulling up Marguerite’s dress. Marguerite, clearly prepared, was wearing lingerie so erotic it made him instantly hard.
“Stop.”
And the moment he became erect, Regina, looking at him with an intrigued expression, approached and sketched his penis, poked it, sniffed it, and even tasted it with her finger.
After recording all this information, she urged him to continue, and Johan, complying, began caressing Marguerite’s body.
“Mmm, ha- Disciple… it’s fine. Just put it in already.”
“But…”
“She’s not interested in anything but the curse breaking anyway.”
Hearing this, Johan pushed aside Marguerite’s underwear and rubbed his penis against her dry vagina. Moments later, as fluids began to bead, he inserted himself.
Her vagina was so dry that penetration was painful, but he managed to push through and began thrusting.
The aphrodisiac he’d consumed earlier, combined with Evangeline’s pre-sex ministrations and his own desire to get this over with, made him climax quickly.
He pulled out after his release, and Marguerite’s dry vagina leaked his semen.
Johan looked at Regina expectantly. She glared back at him, her face full of dissatisfaction.
“…Why?”
“I didn’t see the ejaculation. Nor did I observe the curse breaking. This doesn’t prove that ejaculation is the cause.”
“…Master! Do something!”
Johan called out to Evangeline, who had been watching them with a slightly dazed expression. She seemed to snap back to reality at his plea.
“Ah… Regina. Ritz’s curse is already broken, so even if he ejaculates inside her again, it will just renew the duration.”
“Then bring a cursed witch and let me observe the curse breaking. Or I could even experience it myself.”
“…That won’t do. Ritz, could you wait your turn?”
“And why should I?”
“Or do you want him to have sex with her? You’ll have to wait even longer then.”
At Evangeline’s words, Marguerite bit her lip and nodded. She didn’t want to add another witch to the rotation either.
Having secured the promise of a future demonstration, Regina nodded with satisfaction, then pointed out another unresolved issue.
“Then, Johan. Please ejaculate again.”
“…Huh?”
“I haven’t seen you ejaculate yet. If possible, please do it where I can see clearly.”
Ejaculate where she could see clearly. The request was absurd, yet everyone present seemed to think it was perfectly normal.
Johan looked down at his penis, still erect despite having just climaxed. Thanks to Evangeline’s aphrodisiac, he felt he could cum at least three more times without losing his erection.
He pushed himself back inside Marguerite. Thanks to his previous ejaculate acting as lubricant, it wasn’t as painful this time.
“Mnh, ha- Disciple…? Hah!”
“…I can’t see the ejaculation from this angle.”
“Ah—I’ll cum on your face next time, so shut up and wait!”
Johan snapped at Regina, who had been giving him annoying instructions, and continued thrusting. Marguerite’s wet vagina tightened around him, urging him closer to his release.
Though it was his second ejaculation, the experience was far more satisfying than the first, and he quickly reached his peak.
He pulled out, then held his penis before Regina’s face.
“Too close—”
He came.
His semen sprayed across Regina’s face, coating her glasses. She stood there for a moment, blinded, then carefully removed her glasses and wiped them with her clothes.
“…Very well. So that is how you ejaculate.”
“And? Anything else you’re curious about?”
“Not at the moment. I await your next visit.”
Regina said this, then scraped the semen from her face and collected it in a beaker. She frowned slightly, as if the sensation lingered even after wiping it away…
Johan stared at her, then urged Evangeline to leave, and they exited the library together.
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Alone in the library after Johan and the witches had left, Regina stared at the beaker filled with his semen.
Astonishingly, looking at it evoked no emotions whatsoever. This contradicted her curse, which compelled her to record everything she observed.
Regina felt a profound sense of liberation. Though she didn’t dislike her curse, it was inherently coercive.
“…Three days until next time.”
She thought this, recalling Johan, who had ejaculated on her face. She felt nothing for him. Yet, paradoxically, this lack of emotion only fueled her desire to record everything about him.
When was he born, how did he live, what were his likes and dislikes, his habits, what he ate, what he learned…
She wanted to record everything about him, from head to toe. She had to record it. She needed to write it down, preserve it. About him, record, preserve, Johan, JohanJohanJohan—
“—This won’t do. Time is already slowing down.”
Regina muttered this and activated her magic. Information from all over the continent flowed into her, and her curse compelled her to record it all.
Using her curse to suppress her obsession with Johan, Regina continued her work, diligently recording everything.
But it was the longest three days of her life.
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The moment they returned to the cabin, Master approached cautiously, watching my expression.
“Johaaan… are you mad?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Ehehe, you don’t seem fine. Really not mad?”
“I said I’m not mad.”
No matter how much I denied being angry, Master didn’t believe me. It was understandable. That was the first time I had raised my voice at her.
‘But I’m really not mad…’
Even if I were angry, one ejaculation on a beautiful woman’s face would be enough to calm me down. Some men might feign anger to satisfy some sadistic urge, but I wasn’t that type…
However, I realized this confrontation wouldn’t end unless I pretended to be angry and made a demand.
“…Actually, I might be a little mad.”
“R-really? I’m sorry… what can I do…?”
“Cosplay sex.”
“H-huh?”
I recalled the first time I met Master. Covered head to toe in a robe, wearing a pointed hat – her witch-like appearance.
She never dressed like that anymore. After I became her disciple, she’d flaunt her body confidently, never bothering to cover up. I hadn’t seen her in that outfit since.
“I want to have sex with you while you’re wearing your witch outfit.”
“—Ahaan, our Johan. You’re a pervert.”
Fortunately, Master seemed to like my request.
After that, we enjoyed some cosplay sex.
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