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“Regina Star?”
“Yes, Regina Star. She’s famous among witches.”
Johan, lying in bed, listened as Evangeline told him about the witch they had met that morning. The Witch of Records, Regina Star.
Evangeline explained that Regina was a witch from her own generation. In other words, she too was a witch who had lived for hundreds of years.
Hearing about her, Johan asked a question.
“Why would a witch like that be stuck in a place like that?”
“Because—she wants to be?”
“She wants to be? …It’s not because of a curse or something?”
“Her curse is nothing special. She just feels compelled to record everything she sees and hears. That’s all. She says it’s a curse she can ignore if she has the willpower.”
“…So you’re saying she’s there because she lacks willpower?”
Pointing out the contradiction in her words, Evangeline chuckled and pointed a finger at Johan.
“No, it’s because she wants to be there. She’s not like other witches, powerful in combat. She wanted to live somewhere safe and undisturbed. So I created a barrier, and Marguerite created the space.”
“What do you mean, she’s famous among other witches…?”
“She sends invitations to witches who have achieved a certain level of fame, inviting them to her library. The witches offer Regina something she wants in exchange for the information they seek. It’s a kind of contract…”
Johan, having heard about Regina, the Witch of Records, assumed she wasn’t particularly powerful. But he couldn’t be certain.
After all, his master, the Witch of Love—a name that suggested safety, even harmlessness—was actually an incredibly powerful witch, wielding an impenetrable magical shield.
He couldn’t judge a witch’s strength based on their title alone. Though, based on what Evangeline had said, Regina probably wasn’t a combat-focused witch.
“You two seem quite close.”
“Hm?”
“Doing her this kind of favor…”
“Well, I did apologize, didn’t I? …Regina has a rather… particular personality. If I broke off our connection, she’d do the same without hesitation. I can’t just cut ties with one of my few remaining friends.”
Evangeline said this, then suddenly hugged Johan tightly, looking up at him.
“Don’t misunderstand! You’re always number one to me, Johan! I only agreed because I didn’t think it would cause you any real harm. If I thought it would be harmful, I would have refused immediately…”
“I know you’d never do anything to hurt me, Master.”
Johan said this, then gave Evangeline a light kiss on the lips. Blushing, Evangeline pulled the blankets over her head.
Johan, watching her embarrassed reaction, drifted off to sleep. Evangeline, watching him, closed her eyes as well.
“Sleep well, my disciple.”
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Three days passed.
Early in the morning, Marguerite, frowning deeply, came to Johan’s room. Though visible to him, her behavior revealed that her curse had returned.
Bursting into the room, Marguerite shook Johan awake.
“Hey! Disciple! Wake up! We need to go!”
“…Marguerite? What time is it—?”
“Doesn’t matter! Let’s go cum and get back! I hate being like this!”
Apparently finding the return of her curse unbearable, Marguerite whined, urging him to hurry.
Johan considered waking Master, but glancing at the clock, it was far too early even for breakfast. It was still before dawn.
Since Marguerite would be handling the transportation anyway, he figured they could quickly go have sex and return, so he nodded and went with her to Regina’s library.
The three-dimensional library, filled floor to ceiling with books—though it was his second time here, it was still a disorienting space.
‘I feel dizzy…’
He walked forward, feeling slightly nauseous, and Regina, hearing his footsteps, looked up and saw them.
Realizing they had arrived, she approached, holding a quill and parchment.
“Welcome. Where’s Marguerite?”
“She’s right here.”
“I see. I couldn’t see her. Then please, begin.”
Regina said this, staring intently at Johan. Feeling her gaze, he slowly pulled down his pants, and only then did he realize how he must appear to others.
‘Whoa, wait a minute… I look like some crazy guy jerking off in thin air…’
Marguerite was cursed to be invisible to others. Because of this, any actions he performed with her were unseen by normal people.
He’d already learned, thanks to Beatrice walking in on them, that even when his penis was inside Marguerite, it wasn’t hidden from view.
He could see these beautiful witches perfectly clearly, but to everyone else, he would just look like he was masturbating in empty space. The thought made him feel strangely self-conscious.
“…I’ll begin.”
“Yes, please do.”
However, looking at Marguerite’s expectant face below him, Johan realized there was no time to waste, and quickly began undressing her.
Unlike before, when she had dressed up for the occasion, today she wore clothes designed for quick removal, and undressing her didn’t take long.
Her vagina was still dry, but unlike last time, Marguerite pulled something from her pocket and handed it to him.
“Use this.”
“This is…?”
“Lube.”
“Lube…”
Having never used lube before, neither in this world nor on Earth, Johan found himself experiencing this for the first time in such a situation. He cautiously squeezed some onto his palm.
The cool, slick sensation wasn’t particularly pleasant, but he smeared it onto his fingers and inserted them into Marguerite’s vagina.
After coating the inside with lube, he spread the rest onto his penis. Unlike before, he was now ready for sex without needing any further preparation.
Having already gotten hard while touching Marguerite’s vagina, he quickly inserted his now-lubricated penis.
“Hng-!”
‘Whoa…’
Despite her dry vagina, the lube made a world of difference. The sensation was completely different from before.
The slickness felt even better than Evangeline’s usually wet vagina, and Johan’s hips instinctively began moving faster.
Faster and harder.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
“Hah-! Hng, haaah! Haaaah!!”
“Hah, hah-!”
“Why are you exhaling like that? Does it have some special meaning?”
Ignoring Regina’s chatter beside them, Johan continued thrusting. He felt himself nearing climax. It wasn’t that he was a premature ejaculator, but rather, the combination of lube and Marguerite’s vagina was incredibly stimulating.
He doubted even the most experienced Casanova could last more than a minute inside her. Of course, he had no intention of letting anyone else try.
“Haaah…! Hng, mmnnh…! D-Disciple—I’m, hah, almost…!”
“I’m… cumming…!”
“You’re cumming? Already? What’s different this time?”
Ignoring Regina’s questions, Johan ejaculated. He saw Regina’s eyes widen as she looked at Marguerite, connected to his penis.
Marguerite’s curse lifted. Seeing this, Regina quickly began scribbling something on her parchment.
Johan, watching her, slowly withdrew his penis, and Marguerite immediately sat up, glaring at Regina.
“Satisfied now?”
“…I still have some questions.”
“The contract was for you to observe Johan having sex and see if the curse actually lifts. We showed you, whether you understand or not is your problem, isn’t it?”
“…I see. It’s logical. I concede. Then let’s renegotiate the contract…”
“No, the contract ends here.”
Marguerite said this, grabbing Johan’s hand.
“We have no intention of sharing Johan with anyone else.”
“…Then why did you tell me about this in the first place?”
“As a precaution, in case you ever acquired information about our disciple. You wouldn’t have kept quiet about this otherwise, would you?”
Regina, hearing Marguerite’s words, fell silent, staring at them.
Unfortunately for her, she had nothing to offer that would entice them to stay.
Unable to stop them, Regina watched as Johan and Marguerite returned to the cabin. As soon as they arrived, Marguerite stretched and said,
“Mmm… I’m hungry after all that morning exercise. Disciple! Make me something delicious! I’m going to go clean up!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johan, assuming this meant he wouldn’t have to visit Regina again, began preparing the meal.
Moments later, Master and Beatrice appeared in the living room.
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Several days later.
Beatrice was kidnapped by a monster.
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System Notification 
Ah, so this whole setup with a monster is basically just the author’s way to force Regina into the harem. They’ll probably need the information from her, and she’ll demand some bullshit like this.