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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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[Da-David?]
[──Ẻ̴͈̫̙̱̤̝̥̯̣̖͎͇̼̘̯̦̄̐̉̑̈̈͜͜m̶̧̢̛̮̣͉̻͙͉̱͇͎̣̰̳͑̑͆̉̈́̇͘͜͜͠͝ͅ ̶̡̢̼͙̙̑̍͐̌̅́̿́͛̂͌͝P̷̨̩̩͎̲̝͈͓͆ͅl̴̡̡̛̺̦͈̪̼͙͈͉̱͎͓̳̥̖͕̉̔͌̒̕̚͠e̷͔̝̩̳̲̳̩̺̤͔͇̠̻̠̊̂̊̌͒̑̔͊̀͐̎̆̇̍͜͝h̷͓̥̟͉̣̰̼̯̘̄̎̈͌̾̀̈́̈́͘͜]
[Aaaaaaaaaah!!]
“…Not scary at all.”
“Yeah, I don’t understand why people are afraid of these things. Ghosts are easily banished with magic.”
“…Master, please.”
After retrieving his smartphone, Johan watched movies with the witches. Among his collection were several horror films.
He had hoped to see Evangeline and the others tremble in fear, but there were a couple of problems.
First, the witches couldn’t understand the language, nor could they read the subtitles.
Second, the fundamental premise of horror—facing an insurmountable foe—didn’t apply to them. A witch capable of single-handedly causing a nuclear explosion wouldn’t be scared of a petty spirit that could, at best, torment a few humans.
And so, the witches remained unfazed by the horror movies. Johan was starting to feel disappointed when he noticed Beatrice trembling.
“…Beatrice?”
“N-no!”
“No what?”
“I’m not… scared.”
“…Right.”
Johan, seeing Beatrice shaking, felt a sense of accomplishment.
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Early in the morning, Johan was getting ready for his day when he felt a tug on his arm. He turned and saw Beatrice.
She was staring at him intently, a pleading look in her eyes.
“What’s wrong? Do you need something?”
“…Yes.”
“What is it?”
“I want to… make a doll.”
“A doll? Then make one.”
“…I don’t have any materials.”
Beatrice said this, clutching a doll tightly to her chest. Johan looked at her, then nodded.
“Alright. I’ll buy some for you next time I’m in town.”
“Mm—that’s not… what I meant…”
“What do you mean?”
“Come with me.”
Johan stared at her, slightly taken aback by this childish request. He sighed and nodded.
He realized he hadn’t seen her make a single doll since she arrived at the cabin. Considering how much she enjoyed making dolls, creating hundreds, even thousands of them, she must have been suppressing a significant creative urge.
He could train later—Johan left a note on the table for the others, explaining that he and Beatrice were going out, and left the cabin.
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They walked through the forest. Beatrice, exploring the surroundings, touched and sniffed tree trunks, examining their quality.
Johan was impressed by her ability to assess their condition with just a touch and a sniff. Beatrice, having found a suitable tree, pointed at it.
“I want… this one.”
“Alright. How are we going to carry it?”
“Johan will carry it.”
“…It looks a little… heavy. Could you ask your dolls to carry it?”
“Ah.”
Beatrice, as if suddenly remembering, pulled out a few small dolls. She infused them with her magic, and tiny gnome-like creatures appeared.
They saluted Beatrice, then quickly uprooted the tree and began carrying it back towards the cabin.
“Be careful—don’t get lost—”
Beatrice waved goodbye to her dolls, then continued her search for materials. Johan realized he wasn’t really needed.
She didn’t need him to gather or carry the materials.
He was starting to feel a bit… useless, a yawn escaping his lips, when Beatrice glanced at him and tilted her head.
“…Johan, are you having fun?”
“Hm? Fun? I guess…”
“No. Johan is fun.”
“…Am I supposed to be… fun?”
Johan looked at Beatrice, a bewildered expression on his face. She puffed out her cheeks and nodded.
She reached out and took his hand, grinning.
“Because… I have fun when I’m with Johan. Aren’t you having fun?”
“…Yes, I’m having fun.”
“See—?”
Johan finally understood why she had brought him. They rarely spent time alone together these days.
While Johan’s world was filled with witches, Beatrice’s world consisted solely of him.
He was her only connection to the outside world, and his constant interactions with the other witches must have been making her feel lonely. She wanted to monopolize him.
Johan, understanding her feelings, smiled and squeezed her hand. Beatrice’s face flushed, and she continued walking, a cheerful spring in her step.
“Oh.”
But the world, it seemed, didn’t want them to be happy. The sky opened up.
It began to rain.
“Rain…”
“Beatrice, over here.”
Johan led her to a nearby cave.
A monster’s den.
Since Johan had been hunting the monsters, it was currently unoccupied.
Inside the cave, Johan shook the rain from his clothes. Despite having only been exposed for a few seconds, the downpour had soaked him to the bone, and he began to shiver.
“…Johan, are you cold?”
“It’s a bit chilly.”
“Come here… ah, my clothes are wet too.”
Beatrice, about to hug him, realized her dress was also soaked. Even more so than Johan’s clothes, due to its larger surface area.
She looked down at her wet dress, then, without hesitation, took it off.
“Beatrice…?”
“Take off your clothes too, Johan. It will keep us warm.”
“Where did you… learn that?”
“I read it in a book.”
Though cursed to be unable to speak to humans, she could still read. Where she learned to read was another matter…
If she had learned it from some questionable book, Johan would have scolded her, but huddling together for warmth in a survival situation was a legitimate survival tactic.
He stared at her for a moment, then, seeing Beatrice looking at him expectantly, urging him to undress, he sighed and took off his clothes.
Fortunately, his underwear was still dry.
“Brr… cold.”
“Well, of course you are. You were wearing wet clothes.”
“How do we… get warm?”
“We could… move around.”
Beatrice, shivering as her cold body pressed against his, asked, and Johan explained what he knew.
Hearing this, Beatrice, without hesitation, climbed on top of Johan and began moving back and forth.
It was the most efficient way to generate body heat while staying close to him, and it worked. She could feel the warmth returning.
“Bea-Beatrice?”
“Hng- Mnh- Haah— Johan, do this too… quickly… it will make you warm… and it feels good…”
Beatrice, grinding against him, was essentially masturbating using his body.
The fact that she didn’t see anything wrong with this was even more disturbing. Johan, feeling a pang of guilt for corrupting her innocence, hugged her tightly.
Beatrice, unable to move, struggled to break free.
“Johan, I can’t breathe—let go, let gooo…”
“…Just stay like this for a while.”
“Gasp, gasp— I… can’t… breathe… Johan…!”
He finally released her when she started hitting his arm. He sighed in relief as she stopped grinding against him.
Perhaps due to their combined body heat, or simply because she was embarrassed, Beatrice stopped moving.
‘Wet…’
But she had become aroused. Johan felt the dampness spreading through his underwear where it pressed against hers.
They had huddled together for warmth, but now… Johan, feeling awkward, waited for the rain to stop.
Rumble—!
The rain showed no signs of stopping. Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed.
The sound echoed through the cave. Beatrice flinched and trembled in his arms.
“…No.”
“Hm? No what?”
“…I didn’t… pee.”
She was denying that the dampness was from urine. Johan hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t even asked.
But Beatrice, tears welling up in her eyes, sat up and slowly pulled down her underwear.
“I didn’t pee… really…”
“I believe you! I believe you!”
“…You… you thought I peed myself because I was scared of the thunder…”
“No, I didn’t! I swear!”
“This isn’t pee… it’s… vaginal fluids…”
“Did you learn that from a book too…?”
Johan covered his eyes as Beatrice, completely naked now, bowed her head.
He sighed.
Beatrice, naked, snuggled back into his arms.
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