Chapter 108: Sleep Sex
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 108: Sleep Sex
Having learned about magic injection through his training with the twin witches, Yohan gazed down at the sleeping Beatrice.
More than three days had passed since she'd fallen asleep. It was time for the sleepy princess to wake up.
Sadly, it wouldn't be a prince's gentle kiss that woke her, but the vulgar press of his cock against her womb.
“Please leave us alone.”
During the day, he had sex with the other witches—who had been away from him for so long their curses were beginning to wear off—to reset the timer. By evening, he could be alone with Beatrice.
Clasping his hands together, Yohan looked down at Beatrice, who slept as still as a corpse, and felt a sliver of depravity at what he was about to do.
“Beatrice. Are you listening?”
There was no reply, but he knew she could hear him. Seeing her ears twitch, Yohan whispered into one.
“I’m about to fuck you like an animal. Whether you like it or not… you’re going to get fucked anyway, so I hope you just decide to enjoy it.”
Ruthlessly fucking a sleeping friend.
Unleashing his lust unilaterally, without any regard for her opinion.
Yohan realized his own humanity was slowly being chipped away. Back on Earth, he wouldn't have even fucked his girlfriend while she was asleep.
He who touches pitch shall be defiled. When you live with witches, you start to become one.
Mulling over that fact, Yohan slowly reached out for the sleeping Beatrice.
Several hours after their one-sided session with Yohan, Linna and Linne finally woke up. They washed their bodies, sticky with semen and slick fluids, and left their room.
As they walked down the hotel corridor toward the room where the other witches were gathered, the witches—who had been waiting only for Yohan—whipped their heads around to look at them.
The moment they realized it was just the two of them, the witches frowned slightly and turned away, paying them no mind. Their pride stung, the twins had no choice but to ask what was going on.
“...What's going on? Where’s Yohan?”
“He went to do what he needs to do.”
“What he needs to do?”
“Yes. Why do you think he bothered with you in the first place?”
Linna finally understood why Yohan had wanted to learn magic injection from them. He’d said a witch named Beatrice had collapsed and wouldn't wake up.
As the realization dawned on her face, Margaret, who had been watching, snorted in amusement and looked at the two of them.
“You’re only figuring that out now? Just how loudly were you moaning to forget something like that?”
“Moaning? We did no such thing!”
“Oh, please. This hotel must have terrible soundproofing, because we could hear your cries all the way in our room.”
“...R-Really?”
Linna looked at Margaret with a doubtful expression, and Margaret simply shook her head without a word. Realizing she had been lying, Linna flared up in pointless anger and shouted at the witches.
“Fine! It felt so good I forgot everything else! Happy now!?”
“Hah, all you had to do was spread your legs and teach him, but you’re so lewd you couldn’t even manage that? If that’s the case, why don’t you just get a job as a prostitute at this hotel? I can give you a recommendation.”
“—What are you talking about? It was because of the technique we taught him.”
At that, Margaret tilted her head as if to ask what nonsense she was spouting. It was then that Linna realized Yohan hadn't used magic injection on them. A sneer spread across her face as she looked at them.
“Hmph, magic injection. Maybe because there’s no precedent for a man using it… but it was fucking incredible. I came every single time he thrust. Ah, it would be a disaster if he used it on the other witches, wouldn't it? You’d be too busy cumming to stay sane—”
Hearing from another woman’s lips that Yohan had learned such a new technique, the witches glared at Linna, displeased.
Linna just shrugged as if to say, ‘What are you going to do about it?’ The other witches, finding it awkward to get angry that he’d been half-hearted during sex with them, could only let out heavy sighs.
Aside from that, the witches thought about Yohan not showing them his new technique and wondered why.
What on earth could the reason be?
“Hh, heuk— Haaang—! Hnngh…!”
The sleeping Beatrice writhed and moaned.
He was only caressing her breasts, yet seeing Beatrice get so aroused, Yohan silently removed his hand.
‘Good thing I didn't use this on the other witches…’
While dealing with Linna and Linne, Yohan had realized the side effects of magic injection. He understood that using it could turn the witches into sex-crazed nymphomaniacs.
Of course, since they would never sleep around, he could have mass-produced a harem of lewd women devoted only to him… but after shooting his load, Yohan realized it was all meaningless.
Whether he had abilities or not, the witches would love him anyway. It didn't really matter if it was an ability he’d earned through his own effort or not.
Breaking the witches' curses, injecting them with magic to give them pleasure—it was all part of his abilities. Just as no one would call it unfair and grind off their own face for being born handsome, Yohan decided to think of his abilities in the same way.
“You’re soaked, Beatrice.”
Lifting the sleeping girl's skirt, Yohan saw with his own two eyes that her perineum was thoroughly drenched.
Soaked enough for her small pussy to accept all of Yohan’s large cock.
Beatrice’s pussy gaped open and closed, making it hard to believe she was asleep. As if in answer to Yohan, a stream of slick fluid trickled out.
It was the sleeping princess’s plea to be fucked awake right now. Understanding her desire, Yohan immediately thrust his cock into her cunt.
“Hnnggh…”
Her lewdly soaked pussy accepted Yohan’s cock with ease even in her sleep, and her tightly sealed slit swallowed him, parting obscenely.
Piercing through the parted mucous membranes, Yohan’s cock swam deeper and deeper until it finally reached a fleshy wall it could not penetrate. Her womb.
The vessel of a witch’s magic and magical power. Grinding the tip of his cock against it, Yohan pushed against the vaginal walls that pulsed and tightened around him, pressing himself firmly against her womb as he released his magic.
“Haaauuungh—!?”
A pleasure so intense it made the deeply sleeping Beatrice jolt shot through her. Yohan caressed the bulge of his own cock pressing against Beatrice’s stomach, releasing magic from both his hand and his member.
Assaulted from both sides, her womb began to squeeze his cock fiercely, trying to wring out more magic—the very life force of a witch. Beatrice’s already small pussy tightened until he couldn't move an inch inside her.
“Ugh—!”
“Huu, hngh… Hauk, haaang…! Haaahng…!”
Like a flopping fish, Beatrice’s pussy clenched and released madly. Trapped inside that honeypot, Yohan lifted his hips, trying to endure the pleasure.
It seemed he wouldn't be able to last long. The fleshy walls of her pussy clung to him, stimulating his cock like living tentacles.
Because of this tightness, Yohan realized Beatrice still hadn't woken up. She couldn't possibly perform such dazzling movements while conscious.
It was a movement that even a great courtesan, mad with lust and with tens of thousands of experiences under her belt, would struggle to replicate. It was not something Beatrice, who had only recently lost her virginity, could do consciously.
“Hnnnngh—!! Haaak—! Haaaaangh—!”
As Beatrice began to let out moans that were practically screams, Yohan fired his semen and magic at the same time.
With a sensation like his very soul was being pulled out from the tips of his toes, Beatrice cried out. After wailing long enough to shake the hotel, her body shuddered and her eyes fluttered open.
“...Yo... han?”
“Beatrice.”
Her eyes open, Beatrice shivered as she looked at Yohan, then slowly tilted her head down to look at her own body.
Seeing two things—her erect nipples and her cunt, filled with something—she started gushing slick fluids.
Her brain, having registered the sexual stimulation, belatedly began to send waves of pleasure through her.
Climax, and then another climax. Seeing Beatrice get a nosebleed, Yohan was horrified and pulled his cock out.
“B-Beatrice—!?”
“Yohan… I’m… dy… ing…”
Hugging the bleeding Beatrice, Yohan quickly called for a doctor.
“It’s from overexertion. Please restrain yourselves.”
“...Yes.”
The hotel’s resident doctor frowned and promptly left the room. Though Yohan had hastily cleaned her up and dressed her, he hadn't had time to air out the room, so the doctor could probably guess what had happened.
Calling a doctor because someone got a nosebleed from having too much sex was likely a first for both Yohan and the doctor.
Whether she knew how troubled he was by this or not, Beatrice just giggled and tugged on Yohan’s sleeve.
“Hehe… Yohan…”
“...Are you okay? Your nose isn't bleeding anymore.”
“In my dream, I saw you, Yohan.”
“Me? What kind of dream was it?”
“A dream where you were stabbed through the stomach and died.”
Yohan thought it was a bit of a stretch to call that ‘seeing him,’ but not wanting to interrupt the flow of conversation, he just nodded quietly.
Seeing that Yohan was listening quietly, Beatrice smiled faintly and continued.
“So, so that I could protect you… I did something…”
Crackle, crackle—.
Sparks began to fly in Beatrice’s eyes.
Yohan, already knowing what this was, quickly grabbed Beatrice to stop her from Awakening again.
“Beatrice.”
“...Yes.”
“It’s okay now.”
Even Yohan himself didn't know what he meant by that—but Beatrice buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“...Yohan, you’ll make it so I don’t have dreams like that anymore, right?”
“Of course.”
A promise, as a friend.
Yohan linked pinkies with Beatrice and made a promise.