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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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After that, Linna was kept in the small room.
Regular meals and injections.
“…Get out. I’m not eating.”
“You should eat.”
“Witches don’t need food—mmpph—!”
Johan force-fed her the thin porridge. Though witches could sustain themselves with mana, Johan, ignoring this fact, continued to shove the food into her mouth.
It was plain porridge, seemingly devoid of any nutritional value, yet surprisingly delicious.
So delicious that even Linna, who had been refusing to eat, eventually started feeding herself.
After finishing her meal, she looked at Johan, then lay back, pulling her legs up to her chest. Her thin vulva peeked out from between her thighs.
“You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you? Just get it over with…”
The act of injecting an unknown liquid into her vagina had been deeply humiliating, but now that she knew it suppressed her curse, she offered herself willingly.
He would have just forced himself on her anyway. It was less painful to comply.
“Here it comes.”
“…Do as you please. Hng—!”
As before, Johan, without any preamble, inserted the long syringe.
It slid in smoothly, despite the lack of lubrication.
The syringe, made of a material that felt like glass and rubber at the same time, stretched her insides, a strangely stimulating sensation.
It stopped just short of her hymen, then released the liquid.
“Done.”
“…Can’t you be… gentler next time?”
“Gentler? How?”
“You know… use some lube or something.”
“Or you could masturbate beforehand.”
“…Asshole.”
Linna glared at Johan. Normally, such a look would make a man scramble to please her, but Johan wasn’t like other men.
He left the room, his expression cold, indifferent. Linna, watching him leave, considered his words.
—Or you could masturbate beforehand.
His dismissive tone, his condescending gaze.
A display of masculinity she’d never encountered before—Linna felt a warmth spreading through her lower body.
“Ah…”
A trickle of fluid escaped her. She checked, startled.
Thankfully, it was just the liquid Johan had injected.
She sighed in relief, vowing to get her revenge, then waited for his next visit.
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Johan, leaving the room, washed his hands in the bathroom, then returned to the living room and sipped his tea, thinking about Linna’s reaction.
He had been deliberately cold and distant, trying to avoid forming a connection with her, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.
‘Why is she blushing?’
Her arousal was understandable. He wasn’t so naive as to think a woman being raped wouldn’t react physically.
Especially considering the differences between the people of this world and those of Earth, and the fact that witches, even by this world’s standards, possessed heightened sensitivity.
He understood why she spread her legs, why she ate her meals without protest. He understood almost everything…
“Lynne.”
“Mm—mmpph! Y-yes…?”
“Does Linna really have a thing for… men who treat her badly?”
Lynne, who was devouring hot chocolate and chocolate cake like a pig, nodded vigorously.
Johan, looking at Lynne, who, true to her title as the Witch of Creation, had created quite a bit of body fat in the past few days, gestured for her to continue eating.
Lynne, after a moment of hesitation, returned to her feast.
‘…What is wrong with this girl?’
She was happily stuffing her face, completely unconcerned about her twin sister’s fate.
Her carefree demeanor almost made him feel guilty. Had he accidentally kidnapped a simpleton instead of a witch…?
“Lynne, I need something else from you.”
“Mm—mmpph… munch, munch…”
“…You can tell me after you’re done eating.”
Johan chuckled, watching Lynne swallow a large piece of cake.
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Time passed slowly in the darkness.
An ordinary person would have gone mad in this empty room, but not a witch.
Nothing could affect a witch except the primal fear of death. At least, that’s what Linna believed.
She even found a strange comfort in this confinement, her magic and curse sealed, unable to do anything.
She had spent her entire life annihilating things, willingly or unwillingly.
But now, she experienced true stillness. Nothing to destroy, nothing destroying her. Perfect silence.
It was pleasant. Though she didn’t realize it, Linna was experiencing a form of meditation, a practice developed centuries ago by monks.
An act that could lead to enlightenment, even transcendence.
The silence was broken.
“Food.”
Click—
The door opened, and Johan entered.
Linna opened her eyes. The stillness of the room, the stillness within her, shattered as she saw him.
She ate the food he offered, savoring the flavor. Her meals were the highlight of her day, followed by meditation and the occasional bout of masturbation.
As she was enjoying this daily ritual, Johan grabbed her and pushed her onto the floor. Linna struggled.
“W-what are you doing—!? I’m eating…!”
“Sorry, I’m busy today. Get on all fours. You can eat later.”
“What the—kyaaah!?”
Linna found herself on her hands and knees, like a dog.
A humiliating, animalistic position. She felt a surge of shame and anger.
“You—mmpph!”
“I said, be quiet.”
“Mmpph—!”
Johan ignored her protests and pushed her face into a bowl of porridge.
Fortunately, the porridge was lukewarm, not hot. It just made a mess.
She was on all fours, her face covered in a sticky white substance, her buttocks exposed.
“Mmpph—!”
To Linna, it was the most humiliating experience of her life.
She wasn’t being treated like a witch, not even like a human. Forced to eat like an animal, her backside exposed to her captor.
She felt a burning shame, her buttocks flushing red.
“Here it comes.”
“Mmp—mmpph!”
Her muffled protests only resulted in more porridge being shoved into her mouth. The delicious seasoning, the familiar pleasure, sparked in her brain.
Johan, however, was aiming for the wrong hole. He was too close, and it was too dark to see clearly.
“Mmmpphh!!”
He inserted the syringe into her anus, not her vagina. Linna, realizing his mistake, bucked and thrashed, trying to escape. Johan, annoyed, spanked her.
Smack—smack—
A stinging pain shot through her. She stopped struggling, the pain overriding her desire to resist.
Johan, still probing her anus with the syringe, tilted his head, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Ah… wrong hole.”
“Mmpph—!!”
Linna groaned in protest, and Johan, as if apologizing, gently caressed her reddened buttocks.
Then he inserted the syringe into her vagina.
“—!?”
Though a witch’s digestive system was always clean, having something that had been in her other hole inserted into her vagina wasn’t pleasant. Not at all.
Her face in a bowl of porridge, her buttocks lifted, a syringe in her vagina… it was a position so humiliating she wanted to die.
“…Linna?”
“Mmpph—!?”
Lynne, who had gained quite a bit of weight in the past few days, peeked into the room.
Linna, meeting her twin’s gaze, trembled.
“Mmn—!”
She climaxed, something she hadn’t done even once during her captivity.
She had shown her twin sister her most degrading moment.
Before she could even try to explain, Lynne, as if having seen too much, quickly retreated.
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