Chapter 329
Chapter 329
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 329
Chapter Title: I'll Pick You (5)
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I asked Takasho to seat the twins at the table right next to mine and set out some simple snacks for them.
Since the twins got along so well, they'd probably have a great time just the two of them.
I returned to table one, where I'd been greeting customers all day, and found a witch already waiting there.
"Hello?"
"I'm honored you chose to visit. I should have greeted you sooner—my apologies."
"It's fine. I don't really care about that."
"May I sit?"
"Go right ahead."
The witch stared straight at Siu as she sat, her posture relaxed.
Her long, curly black hair cascaded down, and her jade-green eyes stood out strikingly.
This was his first time working at a host bar, but he'd dealt with plenty of witches before. Just from her vibe and outfit, he could already size her up.
A witch with money to burn.
A high-ranking witch.
A witch here out of interest in Siu's magic.
Or maybe just curious about the world's first male witch.
In that sense, Siu felt a twinge of tension.
Right from the first encounter, she gave off an intense vibe.
Her dress was layered in fine silk gauze.
Clothes like that were ridiculously expensive, and once stained, impossible to clean—they had to be thrown out.
A long pipe carved from ivory, tipped with a massive diamond.
This wasn't someone trying to squeeze every penny's worth out of the allotted fifteen minutes. Her attitude was pure leisure.
Definitely a grand witch.
And rich.
A customer whose wealth was rotting from disuse.
"It's an honor to serve you. I'm Shin Siu."
"Hoo, I know. You're famous."
The wealthy customer exhaled smoke languidly, scrutinizing his face bit by bit.
Siu popped the champagne and poured for both of them.
The witch watched every motion without a word.
"……."
For some reason—maybe built-up fatigue?—just being under her gaze felt suffocating, like an overwhelming pressure closing in.
"May I have the honor of your name, milady?"
"My name?"
The witch lifted her glass lightly, moistening her lips before speaking.
A vivid red lipstick mark lingered on the rim.
"Knowing it might put you in danger. You okay with that?"
"Danger in what sense?"
"In all sorts of ways?"
This was a new type of customer for him.
Most witches who came to see Siu were thrilled just to meet the rare male witch up close.
Especially after waiting in that long line—they'd be even more excited.
But this nameless witch, radiating subtle danger from the start, showed not a hint of haste.
"You seem to enjoy a secretive connection. Would 'milady' suffice, then?"
Siu swallowed hard but kept his composure.
If there were another host bar in Gehenna, he'd wonder if she was an assassin sent from the competition. She was that tough to handle.
"Who knows? What do you think?"
"……."
She tilted her head, staring right through him.
As he met her gaze with his calmest smile, Siu could feel it.
Deep.
Impossibly deep and dark, with no end in sight.
Her eyes were clearly a brilliant jade green, yet they reflected no light at all.
What kind of worldview did this witch hold? What life had she lived? The questions bubbled up unbidden.
"Anyway, you're as handsome as they say. I like it."
"You're too kind."
Normally, this was the moment for a host-like line: "Do I suit you, milady?" But in this swampy atmosphere, improv felt impossible.
The witch tapped ash into the tray and began to rise.
"I've seen your face, so I'll be going now."
"Pardon?"
Another first for Siu.
He was inwardly relieved this uncomfortable guest was leaving, but this was Takasho's place, and he was just helping out.
He asked for a reason first.
"Leaving already? If there's anything I lacked..."
"No, it was plenty. Just stopped by out of curiosity. Here's a tip."
The witch placed a few gold coins on the table and stood.
"See you next time."
Before he could stop her or even see her off, she vanished, her heels clicking away.
Siu watched her retreating figure with puzzlement.
Of course, with the next customer waiting, he had no time to dwell.
A witch strolled calmly through Ratifundium, untouched by human feet during this off-season lull.
With each step, her appearance shifted.
Her jet-black hair rippled into vibrant platinum waves, pale peach-tinted strands flowing.
Her height stretched from around 160cm to 170cm.
Face, build—everything transformed.
To call it a change wasn't quite right; it was more like reverting to her true form.
The guise she'd worn was merely the result of using a persona artifact to roam Gehenna undetected.
"Gehenna hasn't changed. Still so idle and boring."
Clifford's Public Enemy.
The witch of greed, who under the guise of magical advancement had claimed countless witches' and humans' lives.
Bianca Belliri.
Gehenna was enemy territory at its heart for a Public Enemy like her.
Yet she showed no fear or tension—proof of her absolute confidence in her abilities.
Even if she ran into a witch by chance here, she trusted herself to eliminate them silently.
"Now, where was that doghouse again?"
Bianca glanced around.
Trees packed as densely as a tropical rainforest blocked the sunlight.
The neutralized mana trees made visibility near zero, leaving her wandering for a while.
"Ah, there it is."
Rounding a massive tree she'd marked as a landmark, the "doghouse" came into view.
Not a literal doghouse, but a small cave formed where tree roots had split a huge boulder.
-Buzzzzzzzzz
As Bianca approached, a sound like swarming bees leaked out.
Listening closer revealed gulping swallows, dripping honey, and the ragged gasps of a wounded beast.
"Have you been guarding the house well, my dear Ea? Glad you're safe."
"...Huff ... Hng.... Huff huff..."
Bianca beamed down at Ea, writhing like a worm.
Ea's eyes were covered by a pitch-black blindfold, her mouth gagged.
Apart from the restraints binding her limbs to prevent closing them, she was stark naked.
Sweat coated her body stickily; below her crotch, a puddle of fluids had formed.
Forced into heightened sensitivity, Ea's two holes were filled deep with adult toys as she twisted desperately.
"Been okay for the day? I was worried. Afraid some bad person might hurt my Ea."
"Huff...! Huff! Huff...!"
Bianca smirked slyly and nudged the dildo with her shoe heel.
Each tap made Ea's body jolt violently.
Her breath came in terrified gasps through the saliva-soaked round gag.
Bianca bent down and removed the gag.
Ea Sadalmelik stammered through chattering teeth.
"Wh-who...? Who's there...? P-please... save me..."
"Oh, right. Forgot."
Bianca snapped her fingers, and all restraints vanished.
Arms and legs freed, blindfold gone, even the magic blocking Ea's hearing—everything lifted cleanly.
"Ah... aaaah..."
Ea's face, twisted in terror, softened at the sight of Bianca. Tears welled up and spilled.
Bianca had infiltrated Gehenna via a backdoor Ea herself had once created.
Upon reaching Ratifundium, she'd tossed Ea into this cave.
Deprived of sight and sound, senses amplified manifold by drugs.
In refined terms, it was "abandonment play."
Of course, Ea was a Public Enemy too.
Moreover, one infamous for past atrocities, her face well-known.
Fallen to the 13th hierarchy and stripped of all power by the yoke of servitude, crossing paths with a Gehenna witch would seal her fate.
So while Bianca lounged comfortably at an inn in Renomund Town, handling business, Ea had fought her solitary battle here.
Stifling moans lest someone hear, trembling at the slightest sound, shuttling between ecstasy and death.
Time perception shattered, marinated in horrific pleasure—Bianca's arrival was salvation itself.
"Poor thing... You were so scared? Come here."
"M-Master... sob... Master..."
Ea crawled to Bianca's feet like a fanatic reuniting with her cult leader, clinging desperately.
Her frantic displays of affection were like a puppy sensing abandonment.
"Hehe, you've gotten so cute."
"Yes... Ea will try harder... Be even cuter... So please, Master, don't abandon me... It was scary... I'll obey... Please don't throw me away..."
No matter how this twisted abandonment play had broken her, Ea's tear-streaked, snotty pleading was abnormal.
Her old self would have glared daggers, baring teeth at Bianca.
But Ea Sadalmelik was no longer the Aquarius Witch of old.
Over months of ownership, Bianca had kneaded Ea freely, shattering her pride from the roots.
Unleashing every dark, twisted sadistic urge without filter.
Relentless pleasure and pain all day.
Punishments and rewards at whim.
Constant drugs uprooted any will to resist.
In simple terms:
She'd become a truly obedient pet dog.
"I get it, so back off a bit?"
"Master... Master... Please, please don't abandon me..."
"Sigh..."
Bianca sighed, shoving off the clingy Ea.
Then kicked her stomach mercilessly.
"Guhk!"
Ea curled into a ball, spitting saliva, lips turning blue from shock, body shuddering.
"S-sorry, kehk, sorry... I'm sorry..."
And this was the result.
Ea Sadalmelik now apologized instantly to unprovoked slaps or kicks like a good little witch.
Bianca watched fondly, then crouched and embraced the suffering Ea tenderly.
"Ea, don't worry. Why would I abandon you? You obey so well."
"Sob... Hic... Hic sob..."
"Stop crying! Thanks to you, I entered Gehenna smoothly. I won't ever abandon you. You know I act strict sometimes because I care and love you, right?"
"Y-yes... Yesss... I know... I know..."
As if Bianca's arms were the only safe haven.
Ea burrowed deeper, shedding tears of relief and joy.
"You know how much I think of you? I even did some prelim scouting today—to avenge you."
"...Pardon?"
"That male witch, was it? Disgusting. Calling himself a witch after a measly few years of magic, and he even raped you and stole your powers."
"……."
"Our Ea is weaker than a bug, worthless as trash. So Master will punish him harshly. Happy?"
"I... don't care about revenge anymore... As long as I can stay by Master's side... whatever..."
"Aww, such a good girl."
No trace of her former glory or dignity remained in Ea.
Not even Bianca could fathom the mess inside her tangled head.
Did she truly not care about revenge? Or would she react differently with the enemy before her?
It might be fun to drag that male witch here and let him rape Ea again.
After all her pent-up grudge—to suffer that horror once more.
Would she stay this obedient? Curiosity stirred.
"The world is full of such amusing things."
"Yes, yes it is, Master..."
"Hope even more fun comes our way."
Bianca stroked Ea's hair with utmost gentleness.