Chapter 29: Crack
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 29: Crack
A single ray of moonlight descended upon the spire, where no other light could enter. For the room's resident, who hadn't felt the touch of light in ages, even that thin sliver was a blessing.
She dragged her limbs, their tendons severed, and pulled her body into the moonlight that streamed through a gap between the bricks.
The light, shot from a sun 150 million kilometers away, had pierced the vastness of space, diminishing to a ten-millionth of its original strength.
And yet, it was still light. In this pitch-black spire, it was her only ally, the one thing that welcomed her, that warmed her.
"Ghh, ghaa— Ugh, ahhh..."
Like a werewolf transforming at the sight of the moon, the woman who bathed in its light and absorbed its energy let out a faint groan and pushed herself up.
A guard, alerted by the small movement and the soft sound, opened the door and stepped inside.
"What the— The witch is awake!"
"Ugh, gh— Gyaaaaaah!"
Before the guard could shout to wake his comrades, the witch, having regained a fraction of her strength, erupted in flames.
The fire, hot enough to melt stone with ease, consumed not only the guard but the spire itself, causing it to crumble.
Inside the collapsing spire, the witch gazed at the full moon hanging in the night sky.
"...Ah."
O, moon.
O, sacred moon.
Grant me strength.
The power to punish them.
As if answering her wish, the moon shone brightly. The witch, her energy sufficiently restored by its light alone, unleashed flames even more powerful than before.
"—Witch! Die!"
The holy knights, realizing too late that she had been freed, charged at her. She had been caught off guard before, not knowing much about them, but things were different now.
The moment the witch extended her hand, the very ground supporting the holy knights melted away. They stumbled, their footing gone, and plunged face-first into the earth, which had been heated to hundreds of degrees, glowing like lava.
"Gyaaaaaaah—!"
"Agh, ahhh! Aaaaaaaah!"
The holy knights' armor burst into flames, their faces melted, and soon they vanished without leaving so much as a pile of ash behind.
It burned.
The spire burned.
But it wasn't enough.
The witch wanted the world to burn.
She wanted this cold world to be filled with the dancing flames that were the only source of warmth.
"Burn. Burn, and rise."
Everything her eyes fell upon burst into flame.
That day, the spire that held the witch collapsed.
And a city burned with it.
*
This was heaven.
I decided to think of it that way.
"Ehehe... Yohan..."
"Mmm, Disciple..."
I rolled my eyes, looking from one side to the other. My Teacher was on my right. Apparently feeling lonely by herself, she had wedged my right arm between her cleavage and thighs, using it like a body pillow.
My left side was much the same. Margaret hadn't tucked my arm into her cleavage, but it was still pinned beneath her breasts. The only difference was that her legs were tangled with mine.
With my limbs bound by two pairs of breasts and two pairs of thighs, there was nothing I could do. It was impossible to even hide the thing that was soaring to the heavens.
'Namu Amitabha Buddha... Oh, victorious Korea, may the Korean people be preserved forever...'
I frantically recited Buddhist scriptures and the national anthem in my head, but the moment my Teacher or Margaret shifted their bodies and let out a moan, it all vanished, leaving only the sensation of their soft skin.
After experiencing that a few times, I realized such pathetic resistance was meaningless. Yes, what was the point of resisting? It's not like I could, anyway...
'Seriously, I think I'm going to explode...'
Feeling my member throbbing like crazy, I was caught in a paradox, wishing for this to be over as soon as possible while also hoping it would never end.
But of course, all things must come to an end. This time, which oscillated between heaven and hell, was no exception.
"Mmm... Yawn— Sleep well? Yohan?"
"...No, I couldn't sleep."
"Hmm? Why? W-Was I too heavy?"
"It's not that..."
I subtly glanced down at my tented pants. My Teacher's gaze followed mine to my protruding lower abdomen—
Normally, she would have sexually harassed me with a line like, "Want me to help you with that?" and then actually given me a handjob. But for some reason, she didn't react that way today.
"H-Hey, Yohan. W-What are you showing me?"
"...Huh?"
"Y-You shouldn't play pranks like that on your teacher. Ahem. W-Well then, I think I'll get up now...?"
Evangeline said this, ignoring my full erection as she got up and left the room. I had no idea why she was suddenly acting like that.
'...Then who's going to jerk me off?'
I peeked at Margaret. She had woken up around the same time as Evangeline and was looking at me with a smirk, as if she knew exactly why Evangeline was acting that way.
"Morning, Disciple."
"...Why is the Teacher acting like that?"
"Who knows? I have no idea. Maybe she suddenly started to dislike you?"
I was sure that couldn't be it, but you never know. My Teacher had started liking me for no particular reason. And if she could like me for no reason, that meant she could also start hating me for no reason.
It was possible to infer that she'd simply gotten sick of me, my curse-immune constitution and all. Or maybe I just wasn't attractive as a man—
"...Is that really it?"
"What, Disciple? Are you actually disappointed? Look at it, it's suddenly dead..."
She had been playfully tapping my member through my clothes, but seeing it go completely limp, she seemed to realize I was taking this seriously. She sat up and gave me some advice.
"In times like this, you have to be a man, go to her, and say, 'Teacher, I love you!' Just that one line! Now, go! Disciple!"
"No, so suddenly... What if she really has started to hate me? She wouldn't be very happy to hear a confession like that..."
"What are you talking about! There's no way Evangeline hates you! Hurry up and hit her with that confession!"
The fact that she didn't tell me to go "shove my dick in her" like she usually would was probably her own way of being considerate. She likely knew that if she made her usual sexually charged remarks, I would take her words lightly and not trust them.
Fortunately, what she was saying now was far too serious for her usual self, and I drew courage from its weight. I immediately ran off to find my Teacher.
She was in her room. It seemed she was about to change clothes; the hem of her skirt was lifted to her navel.
While half-blatantly staring at her panties, I shouted just as Margaret had told me to.
"Teacher!"
"Y-Yes? What is it?"
"I-I-I..."
But when I actually tried to get the words out, my mouth felt heavy, as if I were under a spell. The courage Margaret had given me was truly substantial—so much so that I could feel its weight.
Just as it's not easy to lift a heavy object, it wasn't easy to utter heavy words.
"I-I-I lo..."
"Um... Yohan, I'd like to change my clothes. If you don't have anything to say, could you please leave?"
"Ah, yes..."
Hearing my Teacher's words, I was kicked out of the room without being able to say anything. Margaret, who had followed me, looked at me as if I were pathetic.
Normally, I would have snarked back at that expression, but right now, I just couldn't.
"Sigh... That's a virgin for you."
"...Yeah."
I wanted to die.
Preferably, I wished the world would burn away.
So that no one would ever know I went through this.
*
Evangeline clutched her pounding heart and stared at the book on her desk. It was titled '48 Sex Life Tips for Witches,' borrowed under Margaret's name.
The book was full of helpful tips for witches who were inexperienced in relationships with the opposite sex. Among them were techniques for seducing men.
'I-I-It worked...'
According to this book, being as forward with a man as Evangeline had been was not a good approach. There was a high probability of being seen as an easy woman with loose morals, which would actually increase the chances of being dumped.
Regardless of whether that was true, Evangeline didn't want to increase the odds of Yohan dumping her. So, she immediately changed her attitude as instructed by the book and tried to distance herself from Yohan by feigning disinterest in sexual matters.
It was a heart-wrenching thing to do, but she did it—and amazingly, she saw results in less than ten minutes.
'He was about to tell me he loved me, I'm sure of it...'
How was it possible to achieve such a result in just ten minutes? To Evangeline, this book was no longer a simple sex-ed manual; it had become a kind of sacred text.
The contents of this book were the truth, and if she followed them, she could have Yohan!
'Ah— Yohan, Yohan... Yohaaaaan... My cute disciple.'
Imagining a future where she possessed Yohan, she fell into a state of ecstasy, clutching her face and trembling.
If she wasn't careful, her expression would crumble, revealing a face a woman should never show.
Massaging her face in circles to regain her composure, Evangeline quickly changed her clothes and prepared to go out to the living room.
'Heehee~ Now that I've received his confession, tonight will probably be...'
Squeal! Letting out a small scream of delight, she was about to happily leave the room when she noticed one of the jewels she kept there crack with a snap.
It was one of the jewels she had scattered across the world, each one designed to break whenever something that posed a threat to her occurred. The necklace she had recently given to Elesis was made of the same kind of jewel.
There was, however, one problem.
"This one—who did I give this jewel to...?"
A jewel had broken. Something that threatened her had undoubtedly occurred, but...
Perhaps because she had handed out so many over hundreds of years, she couldn't remember who she had given this particular one to.
Normally, she would have pondered it a little longer, but to Evangeline, one broken jewel wasn't that important.
"...Ah well, I'm sure it'll be fine!"
Right now, running to Yohan and trying out more tips from the book was far more important. And so, merely noting the fact that a jewel had broken, Evangeline headed out to the living room.