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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Rustle-
The sound of turning pages echoed softly.
The bespectacled witch, engrossed in her book, paused as she heard approaching footsteps.
Regina looked up, saw Johan, and adjusted her glasses.
“You’ve arrived. I trust you’ve confirmed the information?”
“It was accurate.”
“I see. Then I shall receive my reward as per our agreement.”
Click, click-
Regina approached Johan, the sound of her heels echoing, and stated her desired compensation.
“Johan. I wish to learn more about you.”
“…Huh?”
“Therefore, I will be living with you from today onward. That is all.”
With that, Regina turned to gather her belongings.
Johan and Marguerite stared at her retreating figure, dumbfounded.
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For helping them find Beatrice, Regina had earned the right to make one request of Johan.
However, “anything” didn’t truly mean anything.
Beyond the question of feasibility, asking for too much would undoubtedly anger the witches behind him.
They wouldn’t kill her, considering the usefulness of her magic… but demanding Johan’s exclusive servitude, or demanding he only have sex with her, would certainly result in Evangeline tearing her apart.
She could only ask for something substantial, yet not outrageous. Something within reasonable limits.
“With that settled, please take care of me.”
“…Uh, yeah. Sure.”
Evangeline looked at Regina with a hesitant expression. There were plenty of spare rooms in the cabin. Marguerite had created them.
The room itself wasn’t the problem. It was the increasing number of witches in the cabin that bothered her. There were five now. Even with a daily rotation, she could only be with Johan once a week.
She should have monopolized him sooner.
“Welcome… it’s not much, but make yourself at home.”
“I don’t intend to stay long. Once I’ve finished investigating Johan’s constitution, I’ll be leaving…”
“Oh─ I see! Well, if you need anything, just ask! I’ll get it for you!”
Evangeline’s demeanor changed instantly upon hearing Regina’s words. She didn’t want any more competition, but if Regina was leaving on her own…
Besides, Regina’s curse wasn’t disruptive to daily life, and she didn’t seem to dislike it either.
Which meant she posed no threat to Evangeline’s relationship with Johan! Smiling brightly, Evangeline led Regina to a spare room.
“Is that Johan’s room?”
“Hm? No, Johan’s room is this way…”
“Then I’ll take that room.”
“…What?”
Regina, effortlessly lifting her luggage, headed towards Johan’s room. Evangeline, startled, blocked her path. Regina tilted her head, looking at her quizzically.
“No, no! Why do you want to use Johan’s room!?”
“I only need to observe him… there’s no need to go out of your way.”
“It’s not about going out of my way! Johan will be uncomfortable sharing a room with you!”
“I see. However, that is a necessary condition of our agreement. Surely, you’re not asking me to compromise on this?”
Regina had asked to learn more about Johan. Cohabitation was a supplementary condition.
Living in the same house was cohabitation, but sharing a room was also cohabitation. Regina was arguing for the latter.
“No, that’s not…”
“If you have no logical objections, I’ll be going now.”
The contract with Johan was binding. If Evangeline forcefully separated them, Johan would die. That was the nature of the agreement.
The only consolation was that the contract wasn’t permanent. Once Regina fulfilled her end—once she finished recording information about Johan—the contract would be dissolved.
‘Oh.’
Evangeline suddenly remembered Johan’s unique constitution. His immunity to witches’ curses.
Regina Star, the Witch of Records, was cursed to record everything she observed—but Johan was immune to all curses.
Regina wouldn’t feel the compulsion to record anything about him. And if she didn’t feel compelled, she could choose not to.
Evangeline felt a sense of unease.
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Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Johan carefully opened his eyes and sat up. He gently moved Beatrice, who was sleeping in his arms, and got out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“…!!”
Startled by the sudden voice, Johan was momentarily terrified, then realized it was Regina and sighed.
Didn’t this witch ever sleep? He glared at her.
“…Bathroom.”
“01:51. Bathroom. May I accompany you?”
“If I say no, will you not follow?”
Johan left the room without waiting for an answer, and Regina, her footsteps silent, followed him.
Even Johan couldn’t remain unfazed when she followed him all the way into the bathroom.
He pulled down his pants and aimed for the toilet, staring at Regina in disbelief.
“…Aren’t you leaving?”
“I’ve already seen you naked. I don’t understand why you’re being shy now.”
“That’s different.”
“Is it? Then I must observe more closely.”
She wasn’t listening. Johan realized this as Regina leaned closer, trying to get a better view.
Having no desire to urinate in front of someone’s face, Johan pushed her away, finished his business, and left the bathroom. He wandered around the living room.
‘I should… get this over with…’
It had been almost three days since he last had sex with Hecaterina. Though his semen had unusual longevity, it was better to be safe and have sex with her today.
However—Regina bothered him. He was fairly certain she wouldn’t care if he raped or tortured Hecaterina…
‘But knowing she’s watching makes it impossible.’
Even having a pet present could be distracting. Having another woman observe him while he raped someone?
It would be fine if it were Evangeline or Marguerite, women he enjoyed being with. But with Hecaterina, it was different. Even forcing himself to get hard for her was a chore.
Getting aroused for rape was difficult enough; with Regina observing, it was practically impossible.
“…I have a request.”
“What is it?”
“Could you go somewhere else for a while?”
“Just pretend I’m not here. Don’t mind me.”
She clearly wasn’t going anywhere. Johan sighed, stomped his foot in frustration, and then, resigned, opened Hecaterina’s door.
Regina, tilting her head as if wondering why he was going there, followed him. Inside, Hecaterina lay on the bed, her legs slightly spread, as if waiting for him.
Her genitals were already wet, despite him not having touched her yet. As if she had been masturbating. Her wet vagina and the scent of arousal stimulated Johan’s senses.
Johan entered the room and stared at her silently, and Hecaterina glared back, her face full of resentment.
“…What?”
“Well… after all your protests… I didn’t expect you to be so wet and ready.”
“─I still hate it! You just thoughtlessly shove it in and leave without any consideration! It hurts, so I prepared beforehand!”
Hecaterina said this, turned away, and spread her legs wider. Johan, his previous worries forgotten, felt his penis harden.
Glancing at Regina, Johan walked towards Hecaterina and, as usual, inserted himself.
“Hng…!”
Hecaterina bit her lip as she felt him enter, but her face didn’t contort in pain like before.
Regina, watching them, cautiously asked,
“What exactly are you doing?”
“Can’t you tell? I’m raping her.”
“I don’t understand. There are plenty of witches willing to have sex with you, why resort to rape…?”
After a moment of consideration, Regina concluded that this was Johan’s sexual preference and wrote in her notes: Prefers raping unwilling women.
Oblivious to Regina’s scribbling, Johan continued to thrust into Hecaterina.
“Hng, ugh—you premature ejaculator… hurry up and cum… and get out…!”
Normally, he would have followed her instructions, thrusting haphazardly and leaving after a quick ejaculation—but he couldn’t let her taunt him like this.
Johan slowed his pace. Very slowly.
Slowly enough that Hecaterina, feeling the pleasure building, would climax first.
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