Chapter 52: Instructor
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 52: Instructor
After that, Margaret and I conducted various experiments to investigate the conditions under which the curse would disappear.
Having only one test subject made some things difficult to investigate, but we somehow managed to figure out the conditions.
A witch who receives a creampie from me has her curse lifted. This effect isn't permanent, lasting anywhere from a minimum of three days to a maximum of a week.
Once I confirmed this, I understood why a witch's curse disappeared after I came inside her, and why it lasted for three to seven days.
‘The lifespan of sperm…’
Sperm typically survives for two to three days. In an optimal environment with proper nutrients, healthy sperm can supposedly live for up to five days. In my case, enhanced by magic power, it seemed they could survive for up to a week.
After hearing my theory, Margaret fell into thought for a moment before nodding, realizing it was a plausible hypothesis.
“They do say a man’s semen is full of life force. And life force can be converted into magic power.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. You have magic, Disciple. Perhaps the life force is substituting for magic power to operate the magic… something like that?”
As Margaret spoke, her pussy tightened around me. The pussy that had taken my virginity. I should have been quite used to it by now, having been subjected to periodic semen extractions, but I could never get used to her pussy.
Every time, it squeezed my dick with a different sensation, the inner contractions moving solely to extract my semen. For me, who knew no other woman, it delivered a pleasure so intense it felt like my head would explode.
In the end, I couldn't hold back for long and sprayed my semen inside her. My healthy body injected a copious amount, enough to overflow her uterus. Confirming the volume, Margaret smiled brightly and roughly estimated the duration.
“Mmm, this should last for five days. Thanks, Disciple.”
With those words, as if afraid to waste a single drop of semen on the floor, she quickly pulled up her panties, pressing them against her pussy.
Watching her, I asked cautiously.
“…Um, Margaret.”
“Yeees?”
“There’s something I’m worried about. We’re doing this every day… what if you get pregnant?”
Hearing my words, Margaret stared at me with a dumbfounded expression, as if wondering what on earth I was talking about. A moment later, she burst out laughing.
“What? Kyahaha! Look at you. Do you want to get me pregnant that badly?”
“N-No! That’s not what I meant…”
“Sorry to disappoint, but you can forget about that. A witch’s pregnancy isn’t something that happens so easily. In fact, you could say it’s practically impossible.”
“But… I’ve actually seen a pregnant witch.”
“Ah… you mean the one who was said to be Ludwig’s child?”
“Yes.”
However, knowing a real case existed, I couldn't help but be nervous. What would happen if I kept creampieing her like this and she actually ended up getting pregnant?
For one, if she got pregnant, I wouldn't be able to give her a creampie for a while. Not only that, but I wouldn't be able to hide the fact that I'd been having sex with her from my Teacher.
But Margaret just grinned as if she couldn't understand why that would be a problem at all.
“If it were that common, the world would already be full of witches and their children, don’t you think? Witches are all fundamentally beautiful, and we live for hundreds of years. But that’s not the case, is it?”
“I suppose not, but…”
“Don’t worry! Even if I did get pregnant, I wouldn’t ask you to take responsibility.”
With that, Margaret left the room. I watched her go, then opened the window to air the place out.
It was a good thing my Teacher and Beatrice weren't familiar with this lewd scent. Otherwise, they would have immediately figured out we were having sex.
And then they would realize why I was having sex with Margaret periodically, and once they understood that sex was the reason the curse disappeared, the two of them would start extracting my semen at all hours…
‘Horrifying.’
It wasn't that I disliked sex.
As Margaret said, the witches were all beautiful, personal tastes aside, and as a healthy man in my twenties, I had no reason to push such beauties away.
However, a little thought revealed that wasn't the whole picture.
‘At least once every three days means once a day…’
It was a life I could never sustain for long, one that was bound to collapse eventually.
Ever since Margaret was freed from her curse, sharp gazes would pierce us whenever we walked through the village.
She was a beauty. Not just a simple beauty, but a woman with an outstanding face and figure. On top of that, she exuded a mysterious aura with a pure expression, as if she knew nothing of the world…
It didn't just stop at attracting glances. Mercenaries and nobles alike would try to strike up a conversation, and some even schemed to kidnap her and make her their own.
“Oh, my lady. Judging by your beautiful appearance, you must be from a fallen noble house. Would you grant me the opportunity to be with you…?”
“Yeah. No. Get lost.”
“…I tried to be nice, but it seems I’ll have to teach you a lesson myself!”
Some guy who looked like a flashy noble or the son of a tycoon would hit on Margaret—that was a given—and when she rejected him, he'd even bring mercenaries or guards to attack us.
In the past, Margaret would have used magic to escape the situation without a second thought, but ever since her face became visible, she rarely used it.
Her reasoning was that if I, a man, did something magical on my own, people might dismiss it as a trick of the eye. But if she, a woman, performed magic, she would be wanted as a witch, and I, who was with her, would also suffer the consequences.
Ultimately, whenever trouble like this arose, it was all on me to solve it.
“Get lost.”
“Kill the man and bring me the woman!”
“Isn't it usually the other way around?”
Tilting my head, I casually knocked aside the incoming sword. The man, who seemed to have some swordsmanship training, tried to recover his posture immediately, but I was faster in closing the distance.
Once I was close enough to grab his wrist, I crushed the hand holding the sword, then lightly jabbed the nape of his neck with the edge of my hand.
I snatched the sword from the man, who was now suffering from respiratory spasms, and used it to bind the next incoming blade. A single spin sent his sword flying naturally into the air.
I threw the sword in my hand, piercing the shoulder of the now-empty-handed man, then caught the sword falling from the sky to block the last man’s attack.
Then, I naturally struck his face with the pommel, knocking him down with ease.
“Wh-What the…”
The noble or tycoon’s son, whatever he was, cried out in shock at the sight. It was understandable, seeing as the mercenaries he trusted were now rolling on the ground in an instant.
I pointed my sword at him and said.
“Get lost.”
“Y-You damn witch! That’s it! You’re a witch! You!”
“What are you talking about?”
Annoyed, I flung the sword at him. Thinking it was aimed at him, the man collapsed to the ground, staring in terror at the blade embedded in the dirt in front of him.
I dusted off my hands and quickly led Margaret away from the scene. Then, we headed straight for the church.
“Disciple? Why are we going this way after hearing something like that?”
“Because they called you a witch. We need to prepare.”
Witches are real in this world. Most of them possess both a terrible curse and powerful magic, making them a threat to humanity.
As such, humanity never lets them be. This is especially true for the Church, the main source of witch hunts.
The Church’s hatred for witches is so severe that sometimes, just having a pretty face is enough to get you accused of being one. Whether the person is actually a witch or not is irrelevant.
“They don’t even have a way to tell if someone’s a witch or not. They can just insist anyone suspicious is a witch, even if they aren’t. We have to be careful.”
Normally, there’s no way to prove you’re not a witch. Yes, normally. But the world has always run on connections.
And I have a connection to the Holy Knights. I know a Holy Knight who, thanks to my Teacher, became the diocesan bishop of a region—a Holy Knight who is indebted to me, her disciple.
At least in this region, we wouldn't be accused of witchcraft.
As we entered the church, a nun in her habit greeted us warmly.
“Welcome, brother. Sister. What brings you here today?”
“I’m here to see Elesis. If you tell her Yohan is here, she’ll let me in.”
“…Ah, Brother Yohan. It’s been a while. You came by once before. I remember seeing the Holy Knights bring you. I’ll show you in right away. This way, please.”
Fortunately, the nun seemed to remember me, and I was able to see Elesis without any trouble. That was a relief. It would have been a headache if she had said Elesis couldn't be seen without an appointment.
Following the nun inside, I heard Elesis’s slightly sharp voice. After being told to enter, I opened the door to find her buried under a pile of documents, a frown on her face.
“What is it?”
“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.”
“What the… Yohan?”
“Long time no see.”
She glanced up, and upon confirming it was me who had entered the room, her frown softened. Then, her eyes fell on Margaret standing beside me, and she tilted her head.
“And who is this?”
“A friend of my Teacher’s.”
“…I see. You, you may go now.”
“Yes, Holy Knight.”
After dismissing the nun, Elesis had us both sit down and immediately asked why we were here.
I pointed at Margaret and asked back if it wasn't obvious just by looking at her.
“Look at her. She’s a beauty, right?”
“…She is. So?”
“So bugs are flocking to her. All because the church keeps taking away any beautiful woman they see, calling them a witch, and killing them. There are no beauties left.”
“I don’t think that’s our fault…”
“So, you know what people are calling us these days? They’re calling us witches and threatening to report us to the church.”
“It’s not like they’re entirely wrong…”
Margaret shot a fierce glare at Elesis, who kept interrupting. Knowing she was a witch, Elesis flinched and cleared her throat a few times.
“Alright, I understand. I’ll issue a certificate in my name stating that you are not witches. Will that suffice?”
“I’d appreciate that.”
Sigh. Letting out a soft sigh, Elesis began to focus on her documents again. Seeing this, I craned my neck to see what she was scribbling.
[Apprentice Holy Knight Swordsmanship Instructor…]
「Following the recent murder of Sir Carlos, known as the Father of Swordsmanship, by a witch, most swordsmanship instructors are laying low… Seeking a new instructor…」
It was a document about the child of Ludwig, who had died not long ago.