Chapter 238
Chapter 238
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 238
Chapter Title: The Witch of Luck (2)
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Lately, one massive scandal after another had rocked witch society.
The death of Ea Sadalmelik, notorious as a hunter; the Coex raid presumed to be the work of the Witch of Cowardice; and on top of that, the unprecedented emergence of a male witch.
In truth, Periwinkle couldn't have cared less whether the Aquarius Witch lived or died, or what mischief the Witch of Cowardice got up to.
She had the skills to slip away from threats posed by most Public Enemies, and she'd never once been forced to go hunting out of financial desperation.
Like most witches, she simply lived a leisurely life immersed in her magical research.
But among the rumors floating around, there was one story that particularly piqued Periwinkle's interest.
A male witch simultaneously certified by Tiphereth Duke, the Jemernai Countess, and the Agatha branch manager.
Not only would he be invaluable for magical research, but having transformed into a spirit body, he was sure to be handsome without a single flaw.
He wouldn't wither away and die like a burnt-out lightbulb once his lifespan ran out.
His specs were more than sufficient for a one-night stand.
That's why Periwinkle had once thrown a flirtatious line at Siu, whom she'd bumped into at a contact point.
It wasn't the result of any overly complicated deliberations.
Seeing him in the flesh had simply sparked even more interest—he was startlingly handsome.
If their vibes clicked, they'd hook up; if not, no big deal.
Of course, if she had to pick a side, satisfying her curiosity would win out, but since there'd been no contact despite taking his card, it was reasonable to assume she'd been turned down.
His dick had gotten rock-hard just from her getting close, so she'd thought he was interested...
Still, inwardly smacking her lips in regret, she accepted it in her own way.
Everything spun round and round within the wheel of fate anyway—if it was meant to be, they'd cross paths again.
She'd forgotten about that man for a while after that.
But tonight, out for a drive with her knight in tow just to change up her mood, she spotted two people.
The debt-ridden witch Sharon Evergreen and the Siu who'd recently rejected Periwinkle's advances entered her view side by side.
The two of them seemed to be searching for a homunculus, peering intently at compasses held in their hands.
Come to think of it, she'd seen them stuck together at the night market before too.
She remembered Evergreen throwing a tantrum like a kid who'd had candy snatched away when the one-night offer came up.
So, were they a couple as expected?
Or was Evergreen using him like a slave?
Either way, her interest piqued, and she began tailing them.
Judging by their hazy presence, they were using an artifact with built-in concealment.
A high-end one so advanced that if you let your focus slip for even a moment, you'd swear they vanished right in front of you.
But tricks like that didn't work on Periwinkle.
Even if her attention wandered for a split second and she lost them from sight, they'd casually reappear as she strolled along.
Her epithet was the "Witch of Luck," after all.
For a woman who could command the very concept of luck and directly interfere with reality, such lucky breaks happened dozens of times a day.
"Nothing today either?"
"It's been weirdly quiet lately. Feels like we've been wandering for over two hours already."
See that?
Even tailing them this openly, the pair hadn't the faintest clue about Periwinkle's presence.
As long as her magic and her clover remained, the world would bend conveniently to Periwinkle's whims.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Having mustered some enthusiasm to shadow them for once, it didn't take long for Periwinkle's interest to wane.
"Boring~."
Out late at night, the two of them diligently prowling the streets and occasionally ducking into shadowy buildings—she'd hoped for some naughty event.
But it was just...
"Think they'll do it here?"
"Or maybe here?"
"This time for real?"
"Nah, not this time either?"
...endless repetition, piling on the boredom.
He didn't seem impotent or anything.
Probably just an annoyingly dutiful guy.
Any normal man would lose his mind just from being glued to a witch's side.
She was just about to call it quits on the tailing and head back for a drink when...
The bite came.
"Hmm... looks like another bust today. Wanna call it and head back to rest?"
It had been worth the over-an-hour chase.
Periwinkle practically skipped as she followed the pair to a nearby hotel and booked a room.
Hotels and the like randomized room assignments to handle various troubles, but that was no concern for her.
It was obvious the room would be assigned exactly as she wanted— as close as possible.
Sure enough, she ended up in the room directly below one that "happened" to be vacant.
While the man and woman showered, Periwinkle changed into comfy clothes, lounged back on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling.
Conveniently, the concealment field's range covered the floors above and below, so a simple scrying spell would do.
Of course, she took every precaution not to get caught.
And if Periwinkle wished it, that's how it would go.
She planned to slip in at the right moment.
Or just watch the show as is.
"Oh, here we go."
The first-ever viewing of sex between a spirit-bodied man and a witch.
A blockbuster movie money couldn't buy had begun.
It was hot.
Tongues entwining, hands gripping waists tight.
Like a waltz, standing face-to-face, they stripped each other while grinding bodies slick and slow.
Just like lovers who'd only recently started having sex (this was a guess), they burned passionate and fierce like dry logs in a fireplace.
"Hm?"
Periwinkle's eyes widened in momentary puzzlement.
Evergreen, who'd been locked in endless kisses, dropped to her knees before the man.
"Oh my."
No matter the stigma, a witch kneeling unhesitatingly before a man?
And lavishing such devoted attention on his cock with her mouth and breasts?
Wasn't that completely the dominated position?
This was the first time she'd witnessed something like that firsthand.
What followed was an insertion after service so thorough Periwinkle couldn't have imagined it.
Evergreen never once took the lead during the whole act, dragged along helplessly.
Ass smacked, breasts grabbed roughly, moaning like screams as she writhed beneath his cock.
Occasionally fed dirty talk or forced to say it herself.
At a glance, you could mistake it for rape...
"Not quite, though?"
Looking closer, the man showed subtle consideration, and especially Evergreen seemed lost in ecstasy.
Anyway, it was a bit different.
"Well, tastes vary."
She did wonder if a witch should be like that, but she wasn't nosy enough to nitpick someone else's sex life while peeping.
"Mm..."
After watching quietly for tens of minutes like that, her body started heating up.
She'd planned to just peek and maybe sneak a taste, but the scene hooked her more than expected.
Like glimpsing an unknown realm.
Hard to put into words.
"Mmm... not bad. Big down there too, great build... checks all the boxes."
She had no intention of pitifully rubbing her thighs together while just watching.
But seeing him grab Evergreen's ankle, hoist it by her head, and piston down...
Her lust stirred readily.
"Mmm... ah..."
Periwinkle slipped a hand under her robe toward her black lace panties—and froze in shock.
The moment the man came, an enormous wave of mana jolted through the concealment field, making her body tingle.
She observed a staggering amount of mana—enough to fill even her empty stigma in one go—generated simultaneously with his ejaculation.
"????"
Stunned into rigidity, hand still in her panties.
Men did release faint mana on climax, but that quantity... it defied common sense.
How could a man produce mana equivalent to several bottles of top-grade refined mana crystals in an instant?
And pump it straight into the stigma in her womb?
It shattered two or three lines of logic.
Ignoring Periwinkle's shock, round two began immediately.
Blinking, Periwinkle observed them closely.
Torn between indulging in the erotic scene and her curiosity about the magic, she abandoned self-pleasure and measured the faint mana waves each time Siu climaxed.
Just reverse-engineering how it generated and its properties seemed highly valuable.
Thankfully, they went at it like beasts in heat four or five times, yielding solid data.
Plus shocking facts gleaned from their intermittent chatter—facts more astonishing than the man's hours-long stamina.
He duplicated massive amounts of pure, transparent mana on ejaculation.
And Evergreen was using that to treat her incomplete succession.
Treating incomplete succession was deemed nearly impossible.
Repeated mana amplification beyond limits was the same.
In any research field, the first discovery was rare.
It might be a vein of wisdom overflowing with angles to dissect and study.
Her appetite suddenly surged.
No wonder Evergreen was guarding him so desperately.
The moment Periwinkle found out, that precious goldmine could no longer be monopolized.
"Mmm..."
So, time to join them?
She couldn't blackmail him—he was already certified by big shots.
Periwinkle wasn't the type for tedious hassle anyway.
Instead, promise to keep tonight's events secret and not steal him away—how about a threesome?
It might seem vaguely like blackmail, but even if refused, she had no plans to blab, so she rationalized it.
Then, suddenly, a hidden barrier unfolded.
"Oh?"
A tight barrier enveloping the entire hotel.
This usually meant a homunculus attack.
Periwinkle rose leisurely to greet the uninvited guest.
Bursting through the room door with a crash was a beastman with a bull's head.
A dead ringer for the Minotaur from Greek myth.
Her impressions upon seeing its sturdy muscles that blades couldn't pierce, sharp horns, and axes gripped in each hand: lack of creativity, and...
"Makes me crave beef head soup."
That was about it.
It didn't take long for Periwinkle to twist off the bull head.
The homunculus's mindless charges were powerful, its dark-red skin deflecting all but the strongest spells, but she fluidly parried and thrust with her rapier several times until it collapsed on its own.
Its vitality was impressive—it regenerated at terrifying speed—so she snatched an axe and lopped off its head.
A bit of blood splattered, but her breathing didn't hitch.
"What fresh nonsense is this?"
Periwinkle glanced up at the ceiling.
She saw Evergreen and Siu struggling.
Their foe was the notoriously tricky Drowned Witch.
From the looks of it, the Witch of Cowardice was up to something amid all the recent fuss.
"Looks like today's full of irregularities."
Periwinkle flicked the bloodstains off her robe with magic.
By the time she'd slain the bull-head and tidied up, Evergreen's side had already tapped out.
"Ah, should have hurried a bit."
In truth, Periwinkle disliked such troubles.
Not out of fear, but because they were annoying and a hassle.
If it had just been Evergreen up there, she'd have strolled right out of the hotel.
A witch should handle sparks landing on her own clothes.
If not, she'd burn up in them.
But when someone piqued her rare interest, things changed.
She'd peeped on his sex without permission, and this situation might let her get what she wanted easily—so why not handle it while she was at it.
Periwinkle headed upstairs at a leisurely pace.
What followed was a foregone conclusion.