Chapter 151: Weakness
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 151: Weakness
“Yohan, Yohan. How do I look?”
Time had turned back.
Under the circumstances, he had no choice but to think so.
Yohan stared at the Margaret standing before him, his eyes beginning to tremble.
‘What in the world…?’
Margaret was the Witch of Space, a being who could freely leap across dimensions. But she had never been able to go back in time.
Yohan knew the term "spacetime," but he couldn't explain the unification of time and space in enough detail to teach her—unlike with Evangeline, he hadn't passed on any scientific knowledge to her.
This meant that Margaret's ability to transcend space and control time was something she had achieved on her own.
‘I heard it was possible in theory….’
If one could move faster than light, it was possible to travel to the past. This was because, theoretically, the past, present, and future all exist simultaneously in this universe.
However, that was purely theoretical, not something that was actually possible. To break the law of the constancy of the speed of light, one of the fundamental laws of the universe, would require an amount of energy that surpassed infinity.
“Yohan?”
“…How did you do this?”
“Why are you being so cold? Call me Margaret, like you always do.”
“You’re not Margaret.”
At Yohan’s words, Margaret’s expression hardened slightly as she glared at him. Then, she tilted her head as if puzzled.
“Hmm… How did you know?”
“How could I not? You just died right in front of my eyes, and now you’re perfectly fine…”
“No, I mean—how did you know the timeline had reversed? That’s strange. Yohan shouldn’t be able to realize something like that.”
As Margaret spoke, she froze the timeline around Yohan’s body, rendering him immobile. She then cautiously approached and began to touch him.
Yohan, who had thought he could simply break free with his magic nullification, was stunned when reality didn't match his expectations. He stared down intently at Margaret.
“Hehe, is it strange? That your body won’t move?”
Margaret, the architect of this whole situation, chuckled as if it were only natural and placed a finger on Yohan’s chest.
The finger on his chest moved down with excruciating slowness until it reached his member. At least, that was what his eyes saw and his brain interpreted.
The actual sensation in his body, however, was the complete opposite. Something was descending his body at an incredible speed, yet the duration of that sensation felt impossibly long.
“My dear Yohan, you must have thought your magic nullification was the strongest, that it was invincible… What a shame. There are no secrets between you and me.”
Yohan’s magic nullification was not invincible. Its weakness was that while it could nullify magic itself, it couldn't nullify the phenomena that magic had already caused.
The witches who knew about Yohan were well aware of this fact. To bypass his magic nullification, one shouldn't cast a spell directly on him, but on the space around him.
“I slowed the time around you. You’re trapped within that slowed time. Even if you wanted to move, you wouldn’t be able to push aside the frozen air around you.”
The reason he couldn't move was simple. Even if he used magic nullification, the time in the space not in direct contact with his skin remained frozen.
He couldn't just shatter frozen time with brute force and move. He wasn't Superman; how could such a thing be possible?
“…What do you want?”
“—Love.”
Margaret grabbed the frozen Yohan’s chin and gave him a soft kiss. As the Witch of Time, she was free to move even within the frozen moment.
Smooch, smooch, smooch—as if trying to collect centuries of unrequited love in a single payment, Margaret kissed Yohan’s lips again and again.
“Because I love you, I was able to endure for hundreds of years. Because I love you, I was able to cross through time to reach you.”
Margaret cupped Yohan’s cheeks and gazed deeply into his eyes.
“I love you, Yohan.”
Always.
To the very end.
“For this morning's breakfast, I tried my hand at cooking!”
Margaret declared, proudly gesturing to the magnificent feast laid out on the dining table. The other witches stared at her in disbelief.
“Wait, you made all of this?”
“Yep. I can’t just leave all the cooking to Yohan forever, can I? —As a woman.”
“…It probably just looks good, right?”
With a skeptical expression, Evangeline picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and took a bite. The next moment, she slammed her chopsticks down and began to tremble.
The other witches, who had been watching Evangeline with concern, were stunned when she suddenly began shoveling food into her mouth with her hands instead of her chopsticks.
“Hey, hey—what are you doing!?”
“Mmph- Mmph-! Mmph!”
As if even taking the time to answer was a waste, Evangeline began to devour the food like a madwoman. Puzzled by her behavior, the other witches each took a bite.
The moment the food touched their lips, they all began to follow Evangeline’s lead.
Watching the witches bury their faces in their bowls and inhale the food, Yohan wondered if she had laced it with drugs and took a bite himself.
“…What in the world.”
He was certain she hadn't used his Teacher's special seasonings. This meant the flavor was purely a result of Margaret's own skill.
Her cooking was in no way inferior to the food from Earth, which had been perfected through all sorts of seasonings and scientific analysis.
In fact, it was even more delicious than anything he had eaten on Earth. It was no wonder the witches had fallen silent and buried their faces in their bowls.
“Hehe, enjoy your meal, Yohan.”
Margaret said, gazing at him with loving eyes. It was a rather burdensome look to receive in front of the other witches, so Yohan quietly lowered his head and focused on savoring the food.
As he was clearing the instantly emptied plates and washing the dishes, Yohan belatedly realized that this wasn't right.
‘I almost fell for this Margaret….’
The Margaret from the future was superior to the present Margaret in every way. She cooked well, cleaned up after herself, and overflowed with a seductive charm and mature composure that the current Margaret lacked.
She was so alluring that he found himself thinking it might be better if this Margaret stayed.
Naturally, that had to be what this Margaret wanted: to make him feel that she was a better woman than the Margaret of the past, so that he would stop trying to find his original one.
‘The nerve of this fake, trying to….’
Through a few deductions, Yohan realized that this Margaret was not the future version of the one he knew.
First, she didn't know that he had Awakened. She didn't know that his power had evolved beyond simply nullifying magic to the point where he could turn her completely human.
Second, if the future Margaret had Awakened and leaped through time to arrive in this era, why hadn't a Margaret from even further in the future come looking for him?
The moment she crossed into this timeline, he would eventually die, and she would once again be left alone in this world. What would that future Margaret, left all alone, be doing?
‘It’s probably the parallel world theory, or something like that….’
In any case—the one thing that was certain was that this fake Margaret was not the one he knew.
“Yohaaan? What are you thinking so hard about?”
“…Nothing.”
Still, he had to hide the fact that he had Awakened from her. He had to keep it a secret until the very end and use it as his trump card.
What if he failed to return Margaret to normal after she found out he had Awakened?
This fake Margaret could simply go back in time again. She would return to the past armed with the knowledge of his Awakening and would slowly and carefully condition him, preventing him from doing anything.
She would make it so he couldn't live without her. So he would become dependent on her.
‘Just you watch. I will save Margaret, no matter what…!’
Slurp—schluuurp—! Sluuurp!
“Ngh, ugh—ah!”
Spurt, spurt! Semen gushed out like a waterfall. The pleasure was so intense it felt as if his very soul were being extracted.
But Margaret didn't stop there. She continued to suck his cock, slurping away as if determined to draw out every last drop of semen, clamping down and inhaling powerfully.
Thanks to her skillful technique, every last bit of semen remaining inside his cock was drawn into her mouth.
“Hooo…”
Yohan moaned softly, his hand on her head. At this, Margaret looked up at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
Pop! A lewd sound echoed as she pulled his cock from her mouth. Margaret casually wiped a smear of semen from the corner of her lips and spoke to Yohan.
“Hehe, how was that? I told you, didn't I?”
That I know every single one of your weaknesses.
And it was true. Margaret already had a firm grasp on Yohan's weaknesses.
He could not defy her.