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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The demon didn’t come.
After three days and nights of guarding Johan, anticipating an attack, the witches finally snapped.
Slap—! Slap—!
“There’s no demon! I haven’t had sex for three days because of you! And my curse is back! Did you hate being with me that much!?”
“M-Master, that’s not—”
Evangeline, tears streaming down her face, slammed her hips down. With each thrust, Johan’s penis hit the back of her womb.
Her movements were driven purely by lust, by the need for release. He felt himself nearing his peak and unleashed three days’ worth of pent-up frustration inside her.
“Ungh—!”
“I’ll milk you! I’ll milk you dry!”
Evangeline, not stopping even after his release, demanded more, taking him inside her again and again.
After three orgasms, she finally relented, cleaning his still-twitching, semen-covered penis with her mouth. Though seemingly unsatisfied, she moved aside.
“…Alright, your turn.”
She didn’t like sharing her disciple, but she couldn’t monopolize him forever.
As if adhering to some unspoken hierarchy, Marguerite went next. Her curse was the most debilitating, after all.
As the invisible Marguerite took Johan inside her, the image of his erect penis being swallowed by unseen tendrils was… rather explicit.
“Whoa…”
“So that’s what it looks like…”
An educational demonstration, revealing the intricacies of Johan’s arousal.
The witches watched intently, taking notes for their own future encounters.
Johan just wanted to die.
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“—Wow, it’s completely gone.”
“…I told you.”
Johan, exasperated, reiterated his point as Evangeline surveyed the destroyed city.
This level of destruction wasn’t something even witches could easily achieve. Not even Evangeline.
Before Johan taught her about atoms, she couldn’t have dreamed of causing such widespread devastation.
And this… this looked like brute force, pure, unrestrained power…
“Maybe demons really do exist.”
“They do! They exist! Not ‘maybe’!”
“Alright, alright, I believe you. When have I ever doubted my disciple?”
Evangeline soothed Johan, then began strategizing. How would they deal with a demon if it actually appeared?
Battles weren’t decided by raw power alone, especially not between magic users.
This demon seemed to enjoy displays of power, which suggested a potential weakness…
‘But where did it go?’
A being capable of destroying a city should have been able to easily track Johan’s mana signature back to the cabin.
Its disappearance didn’t make sense. Unless it had been killed somewhere else before reaching their cabin.
‘Ah, that must be it.’
Evangeline chuckled, realizing she had stumbled upon the answer. Demons, dragons—they were relics of a bygone era.
This was the age of witches. Not demons, dragons, or fairies from children’s stories.
“Let’s go back.”
“But the demon, it really—”
“Alright, alright. I get it. Or do you want another round?”
“…Sorry.”
Evangeline silenced Johan’s whining with a single threat, then snuggled against him, acting cute.
Johan, easily appeased, smiled.
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“So? A demon appeared…?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Friederika, the Emperor of the Empire, listened to her advisors’ report, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Rebuilding the city was easy enough, but she had no way to defeat a demon if it reappeared.
‘We need more witches…’
She had three in her employ:
Machina, the Witch of Machines.
The Witch of Ice, guarding the northern border.
And another witch, currently on vacation.
But three witches weren’t enough to protect the vast Empire, not even with their advanced technology.
“Send construction crews to the city. And compensate the families of the victims generously.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor, having efficiently dealt with the immediate aftermath, returned to her thoughts.
‘I wish a witch would just… fall out of the sky.’
She knew it wouldn’t happen. Witches were creatures of habit. Reclusive, they rarely interacted with the outside world unless approached first.
The three witches in her service had all been discovered and recruited by her. Without her intervention, they would still be hiding in their caves.
“That man… we need that man…”
“…Your Majesty?”
“Nothing.”
Her advisor, standing beside her, secretly wept, hearing the Emperor’s murmur.
The stubborn Emperor was finally interested in a man.
‘The man who has captured Her Majesty’s heart…’
The advisor discreetly ordered his subordinates to find out everything they could about this man, and how to bring him before the Emperor.
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After the encounter with the demon, the witches never left Johan alone.
“Johan, where are you going?”
“To the market…”
“Take Beatrice and Hecaterina with you.”
“Huh? But it’s just the market…”
“Just take them!”
Forced to comply with his master’s demand, Johan took the two childlike witches to the city.
A city currently experiencing a boom due to the influx of refugees from the destroyed cities.
‘This is so convenient.’
Having a witch capable of teleportation was incredibly useful, especially when traveling.
If he were one of the refugees, he would have spent days, even weeks traveling to another city. But with Marguerite, there was no such inconvenience.
“You two, stay close. Don’t wander off.”
“…Do you think we’re children?”
“Johan worries too much.”
Despite their protests, Johan constantly looked back, keeping an eye on them.
Beatrice, despite her claims of maturity, was already distracted by a shop selling cute dolls, and Hecaterina was subtly trying to slip away.
Johan stopped them, bought groceries and fish, and then paid.
‘I should probably start selling monster parts again…’
His savings were dwindling rapidly. He’d been spending money without earning any.
He had five witches to support, after all. Their food, desserts, and the ingredients for their magical research were expensive.
“Beatrice, Hecaterina. Let’s stop by the Adventurers’ Guild.”
“Why?”
“Just to register.”
“I don’t want to go there. It’s full of macho idiots with nothing but muscle between their ears.”
Johan chuckled at Hecaterina’s scathing remark and dragged her towards the Guild. He would have preferred to leave her in charge of Beatrice, but he couldn’t leave a child in charge of another child. It would be like leaving a cat to guard a fish.
As they approached the Guild—he was surprised to see quite a few women among the adventurers.
‘Ah… this city is closer to the Empire.’
And the Empire, with its breech-loading rifles and steam engines, was a technologically advanced society.
Though the most advanced technology seemed to be monopolized by the Imperial family, older technologies, like matchlock rifles, were available to the public.
Which meant adventurers no longer relied solely on brute force to hunt monsters.
‘Do they issue guns to adventurers here? Or maybe… custom-made firearms?’
As he looked around, he noticed people staring at him. Not at the two witches behind him, but at him.
He ignored them and approached the reception desk. The receptionist greeted him with a smile.
“Welcome. How can I help you?”
“Is this Guild… connected to other branches?”
“Yes, even if our branch is located at the edge of the world…”
“Then take this.”
Johan presented his adventurer’s badge from another guild. It was a badge typically reserved for S-rank adventurers or mercenaries.
The receptionist froze, staring at the badge intently.
“P-please wait a moment…!”
She disappeared into the back room with the badge. Johan, feeling the stares intensifying, looked around.
A strong-looking man, a woman with sharp eyes, and—two witches.
‘…Why are witches working as adventurers?’
The witches were looking at him with interest.
Johan, realizing this, quickly lowered his head, trying to hide his face.
“Thank you for waiting, Master Johan! This is the badge you can use in our Guild…”
“Just give it to me.”
“Y-yes? What—”
“Let’s go!”
Johan snatched the badge from the returning receptionist and quickly left the guild, dragging Beatrice and Hecaterina with him.
He needed to leave, quickly. He had a schedule to maintain. One witch per day.
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