Chapter 11: A Visitor
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 11: A Visitor
When men have time to themselves, they jerk off.
Most men do.
Hurry, fast.
Now that I was alone, I moved as if my feet were on fire. I ran to the bathroom to make cleanup easier.
Even without any proper material, it wasn't that hard to finish just by recalling memories of my teacher. After letting out a surprisingly refreshing load of semen, I left the bathroom and was overcome by a powerful sense of emptiness.
My body probably couldn't handle the explosion of dopamine after going so long without it.
So tired…
Feeling exhausted from just one release, I lay down on the hammock I’d set up in the yard. The warm sunlight filtered down perfectly through the dense trees.
I didn't have to worry about getting bitten by bugs. A barrier was cast over the cabin, preventing anyone uninvited from approaching.
...Come to think of it, something's a little strange.
Having entered a state of post-nut clarity for the first time in a while, I swayed back and forth in the hammock and realized something odd.
This cabin had a barrier that kept uninvited people away. It even helped block the intrusion of insects smaller than a fingernail. That was why I wasn't bothered by bugs despite living in a forest.
But if I searched my memory, I had entered this cabin once before. When I first fell into this world—I was able to approach the cabin even though I hadn't received any permission.
Don't tell me I have some kind of hidden power?
I wondered if I, too, possessed the cheat ability granted to protagonists and characters who fall into another world.
An Imagine Breaker that nullifies any magic that touches my body—!
Nope, that's not it.
But on second thought, I’d already been affected by my teacher's magic before. Weren't the impossibly soft bed and the magic seasoning that made everything delicious also magic?
What’s more, when I first learned magic from my teacher, I’d even floated in the air because of her spell. To think that I was now immune to magic just didn't add up.
Then what is it...?
My mind kept turning. People tend to recall recent events the most, and my recent memories were all painted over with my teacher.
Waking up in the morning to see my teacher nearly naked, seeing her unguarded breasts bouncing up and down around noon, and in the evening, seeing her walk into the living room wrapped in a single towel after her bath...
Ah, shit—I'm hard again.
My vigorous body, despite having just finished, had already recovered and was rearing its head. I couldn't just lamely rely on memory to get off for a second time.
I needed proper material. Not just memories, but something I could see and touch.
"...Teacher—are you still far away?"
I called out to my teacher cautiously. I knew that with her elf-like hearing, she would catch even this small voice and answer.
Fortunately, it seemed she wasn't nearby yet, as no reply came. Confirming I still had time, I steeled myself and went inside the cabin.
To be precise, into her room.
I opened the door to her bedroom on the first floor and went inside.
Unlike the workshop on the second floor, which contained magic reagents and forbidden books and could only be opened by my teacher, her bedroom was left completely unguarded.
Stepping cautiously inside, I sniffed the air, taking in the scent wafting from the room.
A nice fragrance...
A refreshing and sweet floral scent flowed out. Since I was always with my teacher, I knew this was the smell of the pheromones from her body.
Like a butterfly or a bee drawn to the scent of flowers, I carefully approached the bed and dove right onto it. I buried my face in her pillow, taking in her fragrance to my heart's content.
The feeling of embracing her tightly with my entire body welled up inside me. After thrusting my hips a few times as if attacking the bed, I carefully got up and headed for her closet.
...She had underwear like this, too.
Opening the closet, I carefully took out a neatly folded pair of underwear. Witches don't secrete waste products. They don't produce grime or urine.
They seemed to sweat, but even that sweat contained no impurities whatsoever. Thus, a witch might wear the same pair of underwear for several days in a row.
My teacher was the same. I knew the pair on top was the one she had taken off the day before yesterday. As I cautiously brought the underwear to my face, the same scent from the room, no, an even stronger one, began to emanate from it.
Just smelling it made me feel like my dick would explode. I panted slightly and slipped my pants down.
"Hah, haah—Hah, haah—"
I rubbed my face with the underwear while my other hand began to move quickly. When I tried without any material, my member wouldn't respond even after ten minutes of vigorous stroking, but with just this one item, it was already about to cum.
Feeling the sensation build to a climax, I pushed for the final spurt when my eyes met with a purple-haired woman sitting right in front of me.
She had been enjoying the show, and when I stopped, she tilted her head as if to ask why and looked around.
"What's wrong? I was having fun watching... Why'd you stop?"
"...Well, how am I supposed to jerk off with you watching?"
"Me? Was someone else here?"
The purple-haired woman said, looking around. Naturally, there was no one else in the room but her and me.
But after looking around, the purple-haired woman let out a hollow laugh and started spouting nonsense.
"There's no one here. Talking to yourself... you must be crazy."
"Crazy? From where I'm standing, you're the one who seems crazier."
"...Wait a minute, it feels like you understand what I'm saying—am I mistaken?"
"It's not a mistake. You're the only other person here, after all."
"...You, you can see me?"
"Huh? Of course. Is there a reason I shouldn't?"
She stood there, mouth agape, as if shocked by my words. While she was spacing out, I quickly pulled up my pants and straightened my clothes.
I had stopped right before finishing, so my dick was still throbbing, but I wasn't thick-skinned enough to keep jerking off in front of some unknown woman.
And—while I didn't know her exact identity, I could guess who she was.
A witch, probably...
In a house built in the middle of a forest full of monsters, a place protected by a barrier, the only being who could suddenly appear without anyone knowing had to be a witch.
I tightened my pants, checked for any stains, and put the underwear back in the closet before speaking to her.
"My teacher isn't here right now—can I get you some tea?"
"...Honey tea."
"We don't have that."
"Then just bring me whatever."
"Yes, please wait a moment."
Leaving her standing there dumbfounded, I headed to the kitchen.
Alright, the important part started now. I racked my brain, trying to figure out how to cover up the fact that I was caught jerking off with my teacher's panties.
Cover it up? How the fuck am I supposed to cover this up...?
I had nothing to offer her, a witch. I couldn't stop her from telling my teacher that I was jerking off with her underwear.
In other words, I was fucked. Royally fucked.
When things go missing around the house, people say a mischievous fairy took them. A fantastical element that doesn't actually exist.
In this world, that fantastical element was real. The identity of that mischievous being was a witch, and that witch's name was Margaret.
Using her ability to freely traverse space, Margaret had come to see an old acquaintance for the first time in a long while, only to stumble upon a very amusing sight.
A human. A male one, at that. Most witches were beautiful women, so it wasn't particularly strange for a man to be in a witch's cabin... but that rule didn't apply to the owner of this particular cabin.
What's a man doing here?
Margaret wondered if she had warped to the wrong place. But no matter how many times she checked, it was indeed the witch's cabin she was looking for.
The cabin of Evangeline, the Witch of Love—a witch who, contrary to her title, was not loved at all.
Well, well.
She burst out laughing at the sight of the man, who had taken out a pair of panties and was masturbating. Did that guy even know whose underwear he was using to do that?
She wanted to see his excited face twist in disgust the moment he realized who the owner was. That's why she had approached to observe him up close—when the man suddenly stopped and stared into the empty air.
To be precise, in her direction.
"What's wrong? I was having fun watching... Why'd you stop?"
She muttered to herself. Then, as if he could hear her, the man made a dumbfounded expression and opened his mouth.
"...Well, how am I supposed to jerk off with you watching?"
"Me? Was someone else here?"
Margaret looked around, searching for another person. She assumed he couldn't possibly be talking to her.
After confirming there was no one else, she realized why this man was in a place like this, masturbating with a witch's underwear.
"There's no one here. Talking to yourself... you must be crazy."
As she murmured this, the man in front of her frowned and began to speak, pointing directly at her.
"Crazy? From where I'm standing, you're the one who seems crazier."
"...Wait a minute, it feels like you understand what I'm saying—am I mistaken?"
"It's not a mistake. You're the only other person here, after all."
"...You, you can see me?"
"Huh? Of course. Is there a reason I shouldn't?"
There was a reason.
She was the Witch of Space, and she wielded space magic.
As a price for that power, people could no longer see her.
And she, in turn, could not interfere with the world without using her magic power.
There was absolutely no reason a mere human should be able to see her. As she stood there, stunned by the impossible, the man spoke.
"Um... My teacher isn't here right now—can I get you some tea?"
Still not letting go of her suspicion, she ordered a peculiar drink.
"Honey tea."
As expected, there was no such thing in this cabin.
The man heard her order and replied.
"We don't have that."
In her several hundred years as a witch...
She had finally met a human who could see her.