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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Creak—creak—
The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed as Beatrice trembled. She climaxed, feeling his semen pulsing inside her.
Johan carefully withdrew. His penis, which had been proudly displayed against her abdomen, slipped out, and the remaining semen trickled out after it.
Beatrice looked down at her still-swollen belly and giggled.
“Hehe, Johan. My tummy… it’s sticking out. I think I’m pregnant.”
“…Don’t say that in front of other people.”
“Hm? Why?”
Johan, seeing her genuinely confused expression, realized the gravity of his actions.
He had taken this young girl’s innocence. This small child, barely half his size. A pure, innocent girl with no knowledge of sex…
The fact that she was actually centuries older than him didn’t matter. People judged based on appearances.
“…Never mind. You’ll find out eventually.”
He couldn’t hide what he’d done. If she were an ordinary girl, he might have been able to deceive her—but she was a witch.
A witch cursed to be unable to communicate with others, a curse that would be lifted the moment they had sex, revealing everything.
If Master found out he’d been having sex in a cave instead of gathering materials, she would be furious… Johan covered his face with his hand and looked outside.
The rain had stopped, and a rainbow arced across the clear sky.
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“Hello.”
“Welcome back…”
Beatrice, returning to the cabin, cheerfully greeted Evangeline, who was waiting for them in the living room. Evangeline, hearing Beatrice’s voice, turned and glared at Johan, who followed close behind.
Johan, feeling guilty, hung his head and remained silent. He had committed a transgression.
Sleeping with another witch without telling his master. It was the one thing Evangeline hated most.
“Huh…? Evangeline, did you just say something…?”
“I said welcome home.”
“J-Johan… it’s strange. I can hear her.”
“Of course you can. You had sex with Johan.”
“…What’s sex?”
Evangeline stared at Beatrice, astonished, then glared at Johan, as if accusing him of taking advantage of a naive child.
He shook his head, trying to deny it, but the fact remained. He had had sex with Beatrice.
“Sigh… just eat your breakfast.”
“Okay.”
“Johan. You too. And after breakfast… come to my room. Understood?”
“Y-yes, ma’am…”
Johan, knowing what awaited him, shuddered. Evangeline wouldn’t kill him, no matter what he did… but that meant she was free to inflict any other kind of punishment.
Like milking him dry until he couldn’t get hard, even with another woman’s help…
“Yawn— Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
“…Beatrice? Did you just… talk?”
“Yes. I did.”
The other witches, emerging from their rooms for breakfast, also realized Beatrice’s curse had been lifted and turned to look at Johan.
Hecaterina, the last to arrive, frowned at Johan, realizing he had slept with a witch her own size.
Johan felt unjustly accused. He hadn’t initiated it. It had been an accident…
Johan endured the longest breakfast of his life, the silence at the table heavy with unspoken accusations.
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Logs burned, crackling in the flames.
Green flames rose towards the sky.
Around the fire, masked figures danced.
No one questioned the ritual, which had been ongoing for months. An ancient, primal magic passed down through generations. A magic that guaranteed success, even if the timing was uncertain.
And the ritual was working. These ordinary humans, with no inherent magical abilities, were achieving something akin to true magic.
[…Humans—what is the meaning of this?]
“Oh! You’ve come! You’ve finally come!”
The demon, summoned by the ritual, frowned, looking down at the humans. Normally, it would take several powerful witches to summon a being like him, yet these weak humans had succeeded.
The reason was simple. The ritual itself possessed that power.
[You’ve been making a racket for months! Thump, thump—thump, thump— Don’t you know how annoying that is?]
“Oh great demon, please grant our wish—!”
[Ha, this is ridiculous. This method is so outdated… I can’t believe anyone still uses it…]
The demon, annoyed at being summoned by such a crude method, covered its face. Having manifested physically, returning empty-handed would be a significant loss.
[You there.]
“Yes, great demon?”
[I shall grant your wish. Speak.]
“I wish for gold and sil—”
Squish!
The man’s head exploded. The demon, unfazed, pointed to the next man.
[Your wish?]
“Uh, uh… G-get out! Demon!”
[Clever. But wrong.]
Squish—
With a second victim, the humans finally realized what they had summoned.
“I-it’s… the end…”
[—I shall grant that wish.]
The demon grinned and crushed the man’s head. And then the heads of everyone else present.
The demon collected their souls, realizing the unfairness of the contract, but it was a small price to pay.
[I’m just… too kind for my own good.]
The demon muttered this, then moved towards the strongest source of life energy it could sense.
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Johan’s daily routine was simple.
He woke up and trained.
Practicing the techniques Ludwig had taught him, honing his skills for self-defense.
After his morning training, he returned to the cabin and prepared breakfast, adding ingredients and potions to boost his stamina. To his food only, of course.
Then he woke the witches, one by one. They ate breakfast together, chatting and laughing, then he cleaned up.
He went to the city to buy groceries and other necessities, then returned to the cabin, reading or helping his master with her magical research.
He spent the afternoon relaxing, then had dinner and thoroughly washed himself. The witches became more aggressive if they smelled other women on him.
At night, when the moon illuminated the earth, the witches in the cabin became… feral. He visited their rooms, one by one, according to their assigned schedule—and found them waiting for him, eager for his seed.
‘This is exhausting.’
It was a schedule that would make most men envious, but Johan was reaching his limit.
The cabin, despite its comforts, felt like a prison. This entire world, in fact.
A medieval world with limited entertainment. Books, women, and alcohol were the only distractions.
And the sex with the witches was relentless, sometimes twice a day.
‘I want to rest.’
He knew it was a selfish desire. Having become involved with the witches, he was destined for this life the moment he met them.
Which made him yearn for freedom even more.
“Should I… seriously try to figure out how to get them pregnant…?”
He mumbled this and lay in bed, hoping for a change of pace.
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For some reason, he was having a lucky day.
He woke up feeling refreshed, his body moving with unusual ease.
At the market, he found high-quality vegetables and even fresh fish, a rarity inland.
He even managed to acquire a rare monster liver.
‘What’s going on today? Is it a special occasion?’
He smiled, thinking of the dishes he could make, and headed towards the back alley.
He pulled out Marguerite’s teleportation scroll, but it didn’t work.
“Ah… so much for a lucky day.”
What good were all these ingredients if he had to walk all the way back to the cabin…?
As he was wondering what to do, he heard screams.
—Aaaaaah!
—It’s a demon!
‘…A demon?’
He peeked into the street and saw a demon hovering in the air.
[Hear me, humans. I am one of the 72 Grand Dukes of Hell.]
Large, black bat wings flapped, scattering magical energy.
[Your despair.]
And then, a massive barrier slammed down, enclosing the city.
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Johan jinxed it.