Chapter 139: Hysteric
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 139: Hysteric
“Yohan, Yohaaan…!”
Slap— Squish—!
The sound of Beatrice pounding away echoed continuously. Watching the two of them stuck together like leeches, Elesis wore a dumbfounded expression, as if asking how long they were going to keep at it.
But the tightly bound pair didn't notice Elesis's signal and continued to thrust their hips.
“Hnngh, huuk— Haaang!”
Their frantic fucking only ended when Margaret and Regina, who had just returned, came looking for Yohan.
Margaret instantly pulled off Beatrice, who was hugging Yohan and impaled on his cock in a face-to-face seated position, and immediately sat down next to him, beginning to caress his thigh.
“Disciple— It's been a while.”
“……Margaret.”
“Someone's here, and I didn't think it was right for you to be fucking like that, so I pulled her off. No complaints, right?”
Margaret said with a grin. Since it wasn't a situation where he could complain, Yohan simply smiled back and nodded.
Beatrice, who had been taking Yohan's cock just moments before, shot up with a pouting, displeased expression. But she didn't have the confidence to overcome the witches before her and take his cock again, so she quietly gave up.
Yohan, his glistening cock exposed, didn't even think about putting on his pants and asked Margaret.
“Welcome back. Did you have a good trip?”
“Yeah. I was gone for a few days, and this place has become a total mess.”
“It's the same everywhere else. Any place with people has gone to shit.”
“Because of that turtle?”
“I don't think it was just the turtle…”
Yohan rubbed his chin for a moment, letting out a low groan. Sensing something was off, Margaret tilted her head and looked him up and down.
It wasn't just because he was sitting there with his cock out in front of several women; something had changed.
His atmosphere had changed, you could say. Compared to the Yohan of a few days ago, he felt like a completely different person.
“……Disciple, you've changed, haven't you?”
“Everyone changes.”
“Not everyone… Anyway, congratulations. I don't know what you realized, but still.”
With that, Margaret casually grabbed his cock, glistening with Beatrice's vaginal fluid. Then she began to slowly stroke it up and down as she spoke.
“How about a round to celebrate...? It's about time for me to get a refill, too…”
“Sure.”
“Huh? Wh-what?”
This easily? Margaret, who hadn't expected Yohan to agree so readily, looked at him, slightly flustered.
Yohan sat up and looked at Regina. She nodded and muttered something, and poof—two dildos modeled after his cock and two onaholes appeared in his hands.
Applying lotion to the onaholes, Yohan muttered.
“I was in the middle of it with Beatrice… so for now, play with these.”
“What is this… Hnngh!?”
“Wireless-linked onaholes.”
After slathering them with lotion, Yohan shoved the dildos, which were linked to his own cock, into the onaholes and gave a hard thrust.
The dildo inside the onahole remotely mimicked his movements, stimulating the inside of Margaret's vagina.
Realizing what Yohan had done, Margaret let out a long, drawn-out laugh. Heeeh...
“Then this cock, ungh—it's yours, Yohan?”
“Yes. So if you clench your pussy, Margaret... I feel it too.”
It was one against three. He was at a distinct disadvantage, but—he could handle that much.
“─Hyaaang!?”
“Ugh-hnngh—!?”
Shoving the other dildo into Regina's onahole, Yohan approached Beatrice with his twitching cock.
Seeing the cock twitching madly before her, Beatrice began to gulp.
“Ready?”
“…Yeah.”
In that moment, Yohan succeeded in a true 4P that no man had ever experienced. Not even legendary tycoons like Carnegie or Rockefeller could have felt a pleasure like this.
This new concept of sex—where his cock was copied into three, allowing him to taste triple the pleasure simultaneously—was something no one in human history had ever done.
The next day, Adelheid and Hekaterina returned to the city.
Hekaterina, soaking wet and missing her right hand, walked around with a scowl. Perhaps because of this, people would flinch and tremble whenever they saw her.
Every time Hekaterina saw people trembling in fear at the sight of her, she would scowl and click her tongue.
Yohan, wondering why she was acting that way, belatedly realized it had been just over three days since he'd had sex with her.
‘Ah… The curse has reset…’
Objectively, Hekaterina's appearance is very cute. She's a pretty girl cute enough to make anyone smile, and with her large breasts, she even stirs lust in men.
Thus, the gazes Hekaterina received when she was without her curse must have been ones of affection.
For her, who had suffered under a curse of fear her whole life and only ever received people's terror, it was an unfamiliar yet welcome feeling.
Now that the curse had returned, receiving the fearful gazes of the people, she was belatedly realizing it. The fact that she was, after all, a witch.
“Hekaterina.”
“What?”
“You're soaked. Go wash up first.”
“I can do that without you telling me.”
Hekaterina snapped at Yohan before heading straight into the bathroom to wash off the seaweed and other grime from her body.
Despite missing a hand, she didn't seem to feel any particular discomfort.
“That hand, what happened to it?”
“What happened? Why don't you ask her.”
Hekaterina said, glancing at Adelheid. As if she had something to hide, Adelheid's pale face flushed, and she hung her head low.
When she showed no sign of speaking, Hekaterina sighed and told the story.
“I was fighting a monster, and this bitch attacked me from behind.”
“No, that's—!”
“What, am I wrong?”
“……You're not wrong, but.”
Adelheid fell silent, recalling what she had done. It was true that she had attacked Hekaterina while she was fighting well, just as she'd said.
However, considering that she didn't know what kind of witch Hekaterina was, and that fighting as a monster-like creature was Hekaterina's main form of magic, there were certainly extenuating circumstances.
“Anyway—I beat the shit out of her for attacking me, and this is what happened. Her breast tissue is my right hand right now.”
“What…? My breast is your right hand…?”
“You didn't know? That your breast has been twitching?”
At Hekaterina's words, Adelheid gulped and stared at her. Now that she mentioned it, it did seem like her breast was twitching in a strange rhythm.
A feeling not of a breast, but of some living creature moving inside... This ominous feeling wasn't just her imagination, but because something had actually replaced it?
“Take it back! Quickly—!”
“You don't have to rush me, I'll take it. You fucking bitch. Give me back my right arm.”
“How do I give it back!?”
“Release your magic power. I'm taking it.”
At those words, Adelheid withdrew the magic power flowing through her body. The next moment, like something out of an Alien movie, a large chunk of flesh burst through Adelheid's chest and flew out.
“Ah, ahh…?”
“There we go.”
As Hekaterina, having retrieved her right hand, rotated her wrist in satisfaction, Adelheid clutched her gaping chest and began to stagger.
Hekaterina gestured at Yohan as if to say, ‘What are you doing?’
“What are you doing? Heal her.”
“Wait, what the…”
Yohan, who had been stunned by the sight of her chest suddenly exploding, quickly called Regina to heal Adelheid's breast.
After using healing magic to restore Adelheid's breast, Regina said there was nothing wrong and carefully led her away.
“……Next time, could you give a warning?”
“I did, didn't I? What's the problem?”
“The room gets messy, and it startles people.”
“Were you startled?”
“I'm fine.”
“Then what's the problem?”
Looking at the unusually sullen Hekaterina, Yohan realized she was quite displeased with the situation.
Then again, the other witches were the same. Whenever the curse returned after a long time, they would become extremely tense.
Compared to them, Hekaterina was being quite mild. She was just being a little irritable, and that was it.
“Whatever, I'm going to rest now?”
“Yeah. Let's go rest.”
“……I said I'm going to rest?”
He slung an arm around the confused Hekaterina, who was tilting her head, and groped her breast over her shoulder.
Only then did Hekaterina realize what he meant by ‘let's go rest,’ and she blushed slightly as she quietly headed for the bed.
A short while later, the whimpering Hekaterina got to rest very, very deeply.
—Annihilation and Creation, is it?
The Malyong looked down at the two witches before him and smiled. They possessed extremely rare magic.
Abilities that, if used well, could threaten even him, the one called Malyong. But they must have been poorly taught somewhere, as they were wasting their magic uselessly instead of using it purely.
Like that, they couldn't even scratch the Malyong's scales.
—That Skull Collector fellow will be pleased.
Lifting the two pale women, the Malyong moved on.
To greet the Adversary his prophecy had foretold would soon arrive.