Chapter 63: Wildness
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 63: Wildness
One day, while things were proceeding as usual after Hekaterina's capture, my teacher was sipping her tea when she suddenly said something horrifying.
“This won't do. That girl… she needs to be raped.”
“…What?”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said she needs to be raped.”
The words were so shocking I choked on my tea. I coughed, looked at my teacher, and asked if she was serious.
“Wait… why all of a sudden…?”
“Want to see this?”
“What’s this?”
Evangeline handed me the book she'd been reading. I looked at the title: [Hekaterina].
A book with the same name as the witch imprisoned in our house—coincidence or not? The moment I opened to the first page and saw the illustration of a blonde woman, I knew it wasn't.
“Hekaterina, the Witch of Fear.”
It contained information about Hekaterina—from the nature of her magic and her curse to even where she was born and the life she had led.
Almost everything was written there.
“How did you get your hands on something like this, Teacher…?”
“I paid a high price for it. There's a witch who specializes in making these things.”
“Ah, I see.”
Come to think of it, my teacher's room was filled with a motley collection of books that made me wonder why she even had them. There were the books on her magical shelf, where a new title would randomly appear each day, and even adult books like A Witch's Sex Life.
I had wondered who made such things… it seemed there was a witch I didn't know about.
‘So what would you call a witch like that? The Witch of Writing?’
As I skimmed the book, lost in such trivial thoughts, I managed to learn a fair bit about Hekaterina.
As the Witch of Fear, she could accomplish almost anything that people found frightening.
A Holy Knight's uniform—the very sight of it makes people tremble in fear.
So, she could create one with ease.
Something that never dies, no matter how many times you kill it. The terror of an unkillable monster.
As long as there is someone who fears her, she will not die.
“That’s a cheat.”
“You think that's a cheat? That's not even the most broken part.”
But if the wielder of such magic were a cute, busty woman barely 140cm tall, she would have been nothing more than an ordinary, powerless girl.
The reason she could wield her abilities almost without limit was due to the curse she possessed.
‘…A curse that makes others tremble in fear?’
Unlike my teacher, the Witch of Love, who is cursed to never be loved, Hekaterina, the Witch of Fear, possessed a curse that automatically made people terrified of her.
Either curse was terrible, considering neither witch could control it, but in Hekaterina's case, the synergy between her magic and her curse was just too perfect.
‘Ah, so that’s why back then…’
I remembered my first encounter with Hekaterina, and how Margaret had trembled in fear before her, even though Hekaterina was a full head shorter.
I couldn't understand why she was so scared back then, but now that I knew about the curse, it all started to make sense.
“Okay, but what does any of this have to do with rape…?”
“She's a blessed witch who wields fear, but she's cursed to inflict fear, isn't she? To kill her or seal her away forever, we have to break that curse first… Believe me, I really don't want to ask you to do this, but.”
The Witch of Fear is dangerous. She's immortal, tenacious, and wields incredibly dangerous magic. That was the problem.
If she could be killed, or if she gave up easily, or if she weren't so dangerous—my teacher would never have resorted to this.
Rape. I'd never done it, never even dreamed of it. I didn't have the nerve… but I couldn't refuse my teacher's command.
“I'll do it.”
“…Yohan? You sound a little too happy about this.”
“Happy? Not at all. I absolutely hate the idea.”
I forced a smile and looked at my teacher.
Though she looked at me with suspicion, my teacher nodded.
Creeak-.
The door opened.
She didn't know how many times this had been, or even how many days had passed.
This room, devoid of any stimulus, was numbing her body and mind. Even if she tried to count a day by the three meals she received, there was no way for her to track the passage of time if her captors deliberately altered the schedule.
It had only been a few days, yet her mind was already starting to break.
“…What, is it mealtime already?”
Hekaterina tilted her head up to look at Yohan, who was staring down at her. He watched her silently for a moment before starting to untie her limbs.
Crack- Snap-!
Her limbs, stiff from being bound for so long, were forcibly twisted and pulled apart, jolting her with a new sensation. The pain was so intense it felt like her head was on fire.
“Kyaaaaaaak-!?”
She had always prided herself on her tolerance for pain, but she was unprepared for this sudden agony. Drool streamed from the corner of her mouth. Seeing her limbs returned to their normal positions, Hekaterina trembled as she forced herself to stand.
Her bones had been ground to powder, the shards tearing her muscles to ribbons, yet she managed to stand through sheer force of will.
“Heh, hehehe… T-to untie me… what are you thinking?”
“Ugh, the smell.”
“…S-smell? Of course I smell-! You're the ones who locked me in here!”
Yohan pinched his nose, his face scrunching up. She reeked of not just dust, grime, and sweat, but also the mixed stench of blood, urine, and feces.
Evangeline had told him to pounce on her the moment he entered, but no matter how stunningly beautiful a woman might be, anyone would hesitate to touch someone in this state. He felt like he'd catch a disease.
In the end, Yohan swiftly grabbed Hekaterina and carried her out of the room. After so long in darkness, the sunlight flooding the cabin felt like it was searing her optic nerves, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Yohan, why are you suddenly coming out….”
“She's filthy, so the bathroom…”
“Right, we'll clean the inside….”
She heard voices for a moment. What felt like a mere instant later, she found herself naked and inside a bathroom.
“W-what are you doing… Hyaat!?”
Splaaash— Yohan dumped a bucket of water right over her head. The shock of the water on her broken bones and torn muscles sent a jolt of intense pain through her.
Seeing Hekaterina's unusually violent reaction, Yohan remembered that he had broken all her limbs.
“Ah, right, I was told to give her this first.”
He finally remembered, pulling a potion from his pocket and pouring the contents into Hekaterina's mouth. She had no idea what he was making her drink, but she couldn't escape the brutal grip he had on her cheeks.
The moment she sputtered and swallowed the last of the potion, her mangled muscles and shattered bones began to knit themselves back together. Injuries that would have left her permanently disabled were healed in an instant.
“—Kghhhhk!”
But there was no anesthetic for this healing process. She had to vividly endure the agony of raw flesh, muscle, and bone rearranging themselves inside her.
Groaning in pain, Hekaterina panted and glared at Yohan.
“…Are you done?”
She immediately spun and swung a kick at him. It was a surprisingly swift and flashy move, but not enough to catch Yohan, who had been watching her, off guard.
He caught her incoming foot. His eyes flickered over her dangling breasts and exposed privates before he casually lifted her and plunged her into the tub.
The magic imbued in the bathwater filtered away all the filth, grime, and excrement clinging to her body, leaving her incomparably cleaner than she had been just moments before.
“Gasp-! Come at me, you bastard!”
But Hekaterina paid it no mind, continuing to lunge at Yohan. He watched her for a moment, then stripped off his soaked clothes.
Hekaterina, startled by Yohan suddenly stripping, stared in disbelief at the thing dangling from his lower body.
It wasn't that she'd never seen a man's genitals before. She'd just never seen one so massively erect.
“Y-youuu—what is that….”
“This makes it the second time, right?”
Yohan smirked and approached her. Hekaterina, slightly terrified, began to back away.
No man had ever gotten hard at the sight of her, the Witch of Fear. She couldn't comprehend what Yohan was thinking, standing there fully erect.
People are naturally terrified of what they cannot understand.
Hekaterina was terrified of Yohan.
“Wait, why—how are you hard…? A-are you into this kind of thing!?”
The Curse of Fear was a considerably powerful thing, not something that could be overcome with willpower or drugs.
Just as a dog pumped full of aphrodisiacs wouldn't get hard in front of a lion, any man who saw her was too terrified to show any sign of masculinity.
Only he was so openly displaying his lust for her.
It was, truly, terrifying.