Chapter 50: Jealousy
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 50: Jealousy
After bringing Beatrice home, the cabin underwent a great change.
It was a completely different kind of change from when Margaret had started staying here. Margaret was a witch of space magic, capable of twisting space to create a third room that didn't exist in reality.
But Beatrice was different. There was no more space in the cabin, which had once been just for Evangeline, to house a new witch, and for some reason, Margaret even refused to create a room for Beatrice.
“Then I’ll sleep with Yohan.”
“No way—!”
In the end, Beatrice ended up sleeping by Yohan's side. The reason was simple. There was practically no room for Beatrice to sleep in, and more importantly, her mind was as young as her appearance, meaning she held no sexual interest in Yohan.
Even with an uninvited guest now in the room he used alone, Yohan showed no particular complaint. After all, he was the one who had suggested bringing Beatrice here in the first place.
He wasn't the kind of trash who would pick up a stray cat only to abandon it because the vet bills were too high. Yohan was prepared to endure his own discomfort if it meant he could help his friend.
“Well then, Yohan—good night.”
“Yes, you too, Teacher.”
Yohan entered his room. Beatrice was already waiting for him. As a witch who had lived in a mansion surrounded by dolls, Beatrice suffered from a severe case of Affection Deficiency.
She was at a point where she couldn't fall asleep without something in her arms, so Yohan had to hold her every night as they slept.
“Yohan, Yohan—hurry, hurry.”
“I know, I know, so don’t rush me.”
Yohan lay down on the bed, positioning himself so it was easy for Beatrice to hug him. Once she was nestled in his arms, Beatrice smiled sweetly and quietly drifted off to sleep.
Looking at the young witch sleeping in his arms, Yohan felt relieved that her body wasn't very mature.
If Beatrice had a mature figure like Evangeline or Margaret, Yohan wouldn't have been able to hold back and would have either exploded or pounced on her.
‘Should I be glad she’s so young, or should I feel guilty about it…?’
Concluding that he couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing, Yohan fell asleep.
Waking late at night, Yohan carefully removed Beatrice from his arms and sat up.
If they were apart for too long, Beatrice's Affection Deficiency would kick in, and she would start crying and searching for him, but a very short time—like going to the restroom or getting a drink of water—was fine.
Yohan went out, drank a glass of water in the kitchen, and massaged his numb arm, where the blood flow had been cut off.
Haaam—letting out a huge yawn, Yohan finished his business in the restroom. As he came out, he saw a dark figure standing in the living room and froze in surprise.
“Wh-what…”
It was Margaret. With her long purple hair hanging down in the middle of the night, it was hard to recognize her at first.
Realizing the figure in the dark wasn't some two-meter-tall giant cockroach but Margaret, Yohan let out a sigh of relief and looked at her.
“Margaret? What are you doing up at this hour?”
“Disciple.”
“Yes? Yes.”
“Got a minute?”
“I can’t for long… If I’m gone too long, Beatrice will wake up crying…”
Margaret said that would be enough and led Yohan to the living room. Thinking nothing could happen in the living room, Yohan sat down on the sofa she pointed to without any suspicion.
The moment Yohan sat on the sofa, Margaret casually plopped down right next to him. Seeing Margaret sit right beside him despite there being plenty of space, Yohan felt a sense of foreboding.
Whether she knew of his unease or not, Margaret grinned and slowly stroked Yohan's thigh.
“How’s Beatrice?”
“…Huh? Ah, Beatrice… She’s not bad.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
Margaret said, tapping the front of Yohan’s pants. An act more stimulating than grabbing him outright.
Yohan felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at Margaret. He finally understood the source of the unease he'd felt from her.
“It’s… the middle of the night.”
“I know. Isn’t this kind of thing usually done at night?”
“If I don’t go back soon, Beatrice will wake up—Ngh!”
“Beatrice, Beatrice… Right. It’s because of her.”
The moment Beatrice’s name left Yohan’s lips, Margaret used magic to directly assault his prostate.
An unfamiliar, unidentifiable pleasure, the likes of which he had never felt before in his life, began to bloom within him. Yohan’s facial muscles trembled as he stared at Margaret.
Tap, tap. Margaret, who had been targeting every single one of his weak spots, continued speaking as if she’d momentarily forgotten something.
“Evangeline… I let what you two were doing slide. If I had to say, it's because I'm the uninvited guest, right? And since men are rarely satisfied with just one woman, I thought you’d look my way eventually.”
“M-Margaret…?”
“But—after seeing that girl, I changed my mind. Disciple—you have a constitution that attracts witches. Whether you like it or not, any witch who comes into contact with you is bound to be drawn to you.”
“Ngh, wai—let go of my thing first…!”
From outside to in, from inside to out—feeling Margaret's hands toying with him wantonly, Yohan felt a pleasure so intense his toes curled.
He could have used magic to stop one of her hands, but the thought of using magic didn't even cross his mind.
He was too preoccupied with enduring the pleasure Margaret was giving him to think of anything else.
“Of course they would be. You have a constitution that curses don't work on, don't you? Any witch can show her true self to you. They can devote their everything to you.”
“Hah… heok… ngh… haah…!”
“I don’t know when some other witch might show up and take you away.”
Margaret’s hand moved faster and faster. The urge to cum rose to his throat, and feeling his limit, Yohan finally let go of the strength he was using to hold back.
Margaret, who had already sensed his impending climax, quickly summoned his penis into her mouth just before he came and began to suck up his gushing semen.
Her hands continued to massage his glans and balls, while the tip of his penis was plundered by her soft, fleshy tongue.
As Yohan trembled from the pleasure that felt like his hips would break, Margaret, having extracted every last drop of his semen, pulled her mouth away with a smack and licked the semen from the corner of her lips.
“Now, there’s no way I’m just going to stand by and watch.”
“M-Margaret… If we get caught…”
“Caught? By whom? Evangeline, who can’t even see me? Or Beatrice?”
At her words, Yohan realized a terrible truth. The fact that neither Evangeline nor Beatrice could see Margaret meant that no one could help him, no matter when or where Margaret decided to pounce on him.
It was the same right now—even if he was being fucked by her, to others, it would just look like he was some pervert who'd whipped his dick out in the open and suddenly started cumming.
“Ahaha, looks like you finally get it. What an interesting expression.”
Laughing, Margaret carefully climbed onto Yohan’s lap. There was no need to take off her clothes or underwear.
She was wearing the very short one-piece dress Yohan had bought for her recently, and the lingerie underneath was designed for having sex without taking it off.
Slightly lifting her hips, Margaret paused over Yohan’s penis and looked down at him as if declaring her victory.
“Not going to stop me? If you don’t, I’m putting it in.”
“…Even if I tried, could I stop you?”
“—No.”
Thrust—!
Margaret immediately slammed her hips down, embedding Yohan’s penis inside her. She had only taken a few inches of flesh into her, but an intense current, like a lightning strike, coursed through her body.
Lost in the pleasure that tingled from head to toe, she wondered how she could enjoy this feeling even more.
The thought didn't last long. She slowly rocked her hips up and down, her pussy dripping with a blood-red fluid.
Schlick— Schlick—.
“Hnngh, huuung…! Hngh, this, feels better, ngh! Than I thought…!”
With hip movements unimaginable for a virgin who had just lost her purity, Margaret began to use her powers to their full extent.
With a snap of her fingers, Margaret summoned her pussy in front of Yohan’s mouth, wanting him to lick her as she rocked her hips.
Yohan, who had saved himself until now, didn't miss the chance to lick a pussy while fucking one. His hands kneaded Margaret’s large, vulgar breasts, while his mouth went to work on her slightly erect clit.
“Haak! Hah, that, that’s good—! Haak! Huaang! Huaaaaang!!”
Slap, slap—!
Every time Margaret rocked her hips, her vaginal fluid splattered everywhere, and she began to let out lewd sounds.
Soon, Yohan began to feel the urge to cum. At this point, he had no intention of holding back. He didn't care if Margaret got pregnant; he was going to unload everything inside her…
“Yohaaan… where are youuu…”
Just then, a whimpering Beatrice began to shuffle out of Yohan’s room. Yohan, who was deep inside Margaret’s pussy, felt his dick go ramrod straight and immediately froze.
Spotting Yohan in the living room, Beatrice slowly approached and stared at him.
“…Yohan?”
“Uh, uh-huh—Beatrice. Whaaat?”
“You’re naked. What are you doing?”
Unfortunately, being inside Margaret’s pussy didn't hide Yohan’s penis from view.
Yohan began to feel an intense sense of shame and depravity at having to expose his fully erect penis to this young witch.
“No, this is—Ngh—!”
“Disciple, let’s cum in front of her.”
“W-wait a minute—Mar—Mmph!”
Seeing him frozen, Margaret immediately started grinding her hips, milking his penis. She shoved her breast into Yohan’s noisy mouth to silence him, while her own mouth sucked on his balls and perineum, coaxing him to unload a huge amount of semen.
Indeed, the witch’s technique was so incredible that Yohan ended up cumming despite Beatrice being right in front of him.
“…Yohan, it’s moving all of a sudden.”
“Mmph, mmph…!”
Beatrice hadn’t even touched it, but seeing the penis swell and throb, she brought her face closer as if fascinated.
If Yohan hadn’t pushed her away, insisting it was absolutely not okay, this young witch might have put his penis in her mouth without even knowing what it was.
The thought sent a chill down his spine.
“Ahaha—Disciple. Looks like we’ll have to stop here for today, what a shame.”
Margaret, having received his semen in her womb, said this and gave Yohan a light kiss on the forehead. After she vanished with a soft peck, Yohan quickly pulled up his pants.
“Yohan?”
“Ah, yeah. Sorry, did I wake you? Let’s go back to sleep now.”
“What was that? The mushroom-like thing.”
“It’s nothing.”
“I’m curious. Show me.”
“…No.”
“You said there are no secrets between friends!”
“It’s because we’re friends that I can’t show you.”
“Ugh…!”
Beatrice glared fiercely at Yohan for being difficult, but no meant no.
When Yohan absolutely refused to show her the penis in his pants, Beatrice gave up and started to fall asleep in his arms.
“…Yohan.”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“It smells like squid.”
“…Sorry.”
However, she didn't fall asleep right away.
The day after I lost my virginity.
I woke up to an unusually bright sunlight streaming in. For some reason, my body felt unbelievably refreshed. Not only that, but it almost felt as if the world itself was blessing me.
‘So this is sex…!’
Realizing there was a reason all the popular kids went on and on about sex, I headed to the living room to prepare breakfast.
I prepared breakfast as usual, then woke up my Teacher, Margaret, and Beatrice and called them to the living room.
My Teacher and Beatrice sat down at the table with sleepy eyes and began to eat.
“Well now, good morning~ Disciple.”
Margaret, the one who took my virginity last night, was the last to appear. She boasted glowing skin as she sat down and started her meal.
And as she ate, Evangeline and Beatrice stared intently at her. Seeing them, I tilted my head and asked what was wrong.
“Teacher? What’s the matter? Does the food taste strange?”
“…Yohan, who is this woman?”
“Huh? Who do you mean? It’s Margaret…”
As I casually said her name while looking at the woman my Teacher was pointing at, I realized something was wrong.
Margaret seemed to have realized the same thing, as she began to look back and forth between my Teacher and Beatrice with a dazed expression.
“You can… see me?”
Nod—.
The two of them nodded, confirming that they could see Margaret. Margaret’s curse was gone.
…And on the day after I had sex with her, of all times.