Chapter 80: The Witch’s Humiliation - 1
"Hello."
When I arrived at the witch’s house, Aurora greeted me with her usual blank expression.
"Did you come to lift the curses?"
"What curses?"
"Both of them."
The curses Aurora meant were the curse of hypersexuality placed on me and the Curse of Monstrosity placed on Isolde.
"If you want, I can lift the curse of hypersexuality. But I can’t lift the Curse of Monstrosity. That curse..."
"Forget it. And the Curse of Monstrosity has already been lifted."
Apparently startled by my answer, Aurora’s vertical pupils narrowed like a cat’s.
"You knew how to break it?"
"Yeah. It’s just a curse that disappears once she’s loved."
A witch’s curse seemed like an absolute power at first glance, but surprisingly, it was designed to be easily broken.
The Curse of Monstrosity was a prime example.
That was why I had needed to isolate Isolde.
If she received love from Isabelle and Adelia, the Curse of Monstrosity would naturally be lifted.
‘The Curse of Monstrosity needs to remain until Isolde comes to her senses.’
Of course, I hadn’t chosen the Curse of Monstrosity just to teach Isolde a harsh lesson.
I had another, true purpose.
"Because of the witches’ rules, you have to give me compensation, right?"
"...I feel like I’ve been scammed."
If a curse cast by a witch was broken, she had an obligation to compensate the person she had made the deal with.
It was essentially a breach-of-contract penalty, which was why methods of breaking curses were taboo even among witches.
"It’s not a scam. I never told them how to break the curse."
"That makes it even more shocking. How could they love a woman like that?"
"That’s what family is."
"Being family doesn’t mean you can love each other unconditionally."
"But that doesn’t make it impossible, either."
At my words, Aurora stared at me intently.
Was this how a mouse felt when a cat fixed it in its sights?
Surprisingly, I felt pressured.
"You may take one item from this house as compensation."
Aurora offered compensation according to the rules, and this was my chance to take the hidden piece I had been after.
"Can I really take anything?"
"Yes. I don’t mind."
"Even something you don’t know about?"
"There is nothing in this house that I don’t know about."
At Aurora’s firm answer, I smiled and asked again.
"What will you do if there is something you don’t know about?"
"Unless my mother lied to me, there absolutely isn’t."
This witch’s house was not simply a home Aurora had built with magic.
It was a historic palace handed down from one Witch Queen to her daughter throughout the generations.
"If there truly is an item I don’t know about, I’ll submit to you from now on."
"You’re awfully confident. Will you swear it by the rules?"
"I swear. But if you fail to find one, you’ll be my slave from now on."
"Fine. I accept that wager."
At my answer, Aurora said in a cool voice,
"Then go ahead and find it."
Leaving her behind, I stood in the center of the witch’s house.
Then I aimed my arrow at the twelve paintings scattered throughout the house, the ones representing the twelve signs of the zodiac.
"What are you doing?"
"A little groundwork."
I struck the paintings with arrows in zodiacal order, then finally reached toward the space where Ophiuchus should have been.
Then—
Rumble!
The space rippled, and a bottle made from snake scales emerged.
"What is that?"
"The love juice of Echidna, the snake goddess."
Aurora looked thoroughly flustered by my answer.
Considering her normally impassive personality, it was quite an impressive sight.
If this were a game, countless question marks would probably have appeared over her head.
"Echidna, the progenitor of witches, prepared it for her witch descendants. To prevent the eventual extinction of witches."
Echidna, the snake goddess, was the progenitor of witches. That was also why witches had vertical pupils.
It was only because Aurora had a catlike face that they made her look especially feline.
"This is the first I’ve heard of it. Even my mother never told me such a story."
"Naturally. It’s a truth even the Witch Queen doesn’t know. She couldn’t tell you even if she wanted to."
"How do you know about this?"
"That’s a secret. I’ll tell you once you become my woman."
At my answer, Aurora glared at me with a sullen expression.
"How can I become your woman?"
"That depends on your efforts."
Aurora and I had a relationship between the one holding the upper hand and the one who needed to comply.
After all, she needed me to achieve her goal.
That did not mean I held the advantage unilaterally, though.
‘If I keep her on a leash like this, I’ll be able to prevent any accidents.’
Like Reina, who suffered from hypersexuality, Aurora, who suffered from anorgasmia, might cause trouble at any time.
Reina was at least not dangerous, as befitted a saintess candidate. But Aurora’s disposition itself was like a bomb that could go off at any moment.
At the very least, I needed to bind Aurora with the rules until I cured her anorgasmia.
"Aurora, you’ll submit to me as promised, right?"
"Yes. As promised, I’ll submit to you."
Despite having been made to submit to a man far weaker than herself, Aurora did not look particularly upset.
‘It almost looks like she’s smiling faintly. Is that just my imagination?’
Considering a witch’s nature, Aurora might have wanted this.
She was the sort of woman who even tortured herself because of her anorgasmia.
Perhaps she thought submitting to me would give her even stronger stimulation.
Of course, I had no intention of giving her what she wanted so easily.
"Good. There are three things I’ll command you to do now."
I spoke as I unfolded my fingers one by one.
"First, protect your hymen."
I specifically referred to her hymen to prevent the unfortunate possibility of her tearing it while masturbating.
‘Witches masturbate rather violently.’
Since the hymen was also considered a kind of virginity, a unicorn could go wild if it were torn.
"Second, do not make deals with others carelessly."
Unlike in the original story, the Church of the Sun had not withdrawn from Entiel Village.
If she operated as she had in the original, the nuns could discover her.
No matter how much Aurora was a superhuman-class powerhouse, she could not guarantee victory against Vanessa, a war hero, and Reina, a saintess candidate.
"Third, make the item I ask you to make."
"Is that all?"
"Yeah. That’s all."
"Nothing else?"
Aurora grumbled at my proposal.
"You’re not going to do all sorts of things to my body? Don’t you want to pierce my virgin pussy with your cock?"
"I don’t intend to take your virginity yet. Besides, you can’t properly feel anything because of your anorgasmia anyway."
"Tch."
Aurora acted annoyed at my response.
This unfamiliar side of her, one I had never seen in the game, was rather charming.
"It’ll be difficult to comply with that last command."
"Why?"
"Because of the rules, if a witch does something for someone, she has to receive a price for it, no matter what."
"You gave me gifts just fine before."
"That was an exception because I wanted to give them to you."
"You’re a real pain in the ass."
Since I could not give an order that conflicted with the rules, I pondered for a moment.
Then Aurora made a suggestion.
"I’ll take semen as payment."
"Semen?"
"That will be enough for me. But I’ll decide how to extract your semen."
"You said you’d submit to me. Why are you making so many demands?"
"I said I’d submit, not that I’d be obedient. I’ll follow your orders, but whether I complain is up to me."
"Is that just wordplay?"
"Witches like wordplay by nature."
Aurora smiled smugly. Was this why Vanessa had told me never to trust a witch’s words completely?
‘Well, whatever.’
It would have been boring in its own way if Aurora had submitted meekly.
"If the witch princess herself is offering to service me, I suppose I have no choice. Do it however you want."
"Lie down on the floor."
The moment Aurora heard my answer, she kicked my legs out from under me without hesitation.
Then she sat on the sofa, displaying her haughty bearing.
Sleek legs and clean soles without a single blemish.
Aurora’s face looked down at me from above, and her emotionless expression only made her seem more proud and aloof.
"I’m going to extract your semen with my toes, so take out your cock."
From the way she deliberately displayed her firm thighs, I could tell.
‘She’s angry because I didn’t fuck her.’
Witches really were a problem like this.
. . .
Witches did not know the emotion called humiliation.
No matter how one sexually abused or degraded witches afflicted with anorgasmia, they merely accepted it as a form of stimulation.
The same was true of Aurora, even in her position as a witch princess.
Submitting to Ian? It did not hurt Aurora in the slightest.
On the contrary, the fact that she had come to submit to the man essential to the revival of witches gave her a faint thrill.
‘This man will definitely entertain me.’
Considering Ian’s disposition, he would surely ravage her until she was a mess. And if she was lucky, she could become pregnant with his child soon.
‘Will he bind my body before raping me? Or will he fuck me like a beast?’
Aurora looked forward to the stimulation that awaited her.
No matter what Ian did, she had nothing to lose.
"First, protect your hymen."
"???"
That was until Ian gave an utterly bizarre order.
‘Did I hear that wrong?’
Protect her hymen—in other words, Ian had no intention of fucking Aurora.
She did not even hear what he said next.
"Second—"
"...."
As he continued listing his orders with complete indifference, Aurora realized it. This man had no interest in her.
For the first time, Aurora felt an emotion called humiliation.
‘I’m angry.’
This was the first time in Aurora’s life that she had felt such a thing.
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