Chapter 64: Rape
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 64: Rape
A towering cock strode toward her.
Soaring to the heavens, the red, swollen thing was the manifestation of a creature's primal lust—an emotion she, the Witch of Fear, had never witnessed in her entire life.
Terrified by the sight of the thing approaching her, Hekaterina lashed out with a kick. It was the only way a woman could beat a man.
But Yohan, having anticipated just such a move, immediately snatched her foot.
Her magic was sealed, and now a part of her body was captured. In that moment, Hekaterina was not the witch who hunted Holy Knights and made them tremble in fear, but merely a helpless female.
“St-stop—stop it—Kyaaak!?”
Gripping Hekaterina’s ankle, Yohan forced her legs wide apart in a straight line. Her genitals were left completely exposed, and Hekaterina, feeling the searing pain of her thighs being torn apart, struggled to bring her legs down.
She twisted her body, pulled with her arms, and even tried to push Yohan away—but in the end, she couldn't stop him from toying with her body.
“Let go! I said, let go of me…!”
“For someone called the Witch of Fear, you’re quite terrified.”
“Sh-shut up! I’ll kill you. You hear me? I’ll definitely kill you—Kkeuheuk!”
Ignoring Hekaterina’s struggles, Yohan thrust his cock into her cunt. With a tearing sensation, her hymen ripped, and pinkish blood trickled down from her entrance.
Hekaterina felt a sense of emptiness, realizing that the virginity she had guarded for hundreds of years had been stolen so easily.
It wasn't that she had guarded it, but rather that there had been no one to take it. Still, after centuries of self-justification, she had deluded herself into believing she had remained a virgin by choice.
“Kkeuheuk…! I’ll k-kill you—you damn bastarrrd…! And why is your cock so big… Keoheok—!”
To shut Hekaterina’s noisy mouth, Yohan simply bucked his hips once.
Because he had penetrated her without any foreplay, she was dry, making it difficult to move even slightly. But Yohan, using her virginal blood as lubricant, began to rock his hips.
Her completely unaroused cunt inflicted pain not only on Hekaterina but on Yohan as well. Yet, biting his lip, he continued to pound into her.
“Keuk, heuk! Heuk, heup! Kkeuk! Kkeup…!”
With each thrust of the massive cock, pained moans escaped Hekaterina’s lips, forcing her to clamp a hand over her own mouth.
It couldn't completely stifle the sounds, but it could at least prevent this damn rapist from taking pleasure in her suffering.
“Heeup! Kkeuheup…! Kkeuk, kkeuheuk! Heut, heuk! Heuung…!”
Squish, squelch, squish…
After being forcefully fucked for who knows how long, Hekaterina’s cunt, which had only been bleeding, began to gush with vaginal fluid.
Perhaps because such a large object had been inserted from the very beginning, her cunt, in an attempt to accommodate Yohan’s cock, was producing an excessive amount of fluid for a virgin.
As he raped Hekaterina, Yohan thought this trait was similar to his teacher’s. He lowered her legs, which he had held high, and turned her around, taking her from behind.
“Heuk—! Wh-what are you doing…! You damn bastard…!”
“If you liked the last position, we can go back to it.”
“…Fucker.”
Deciding that this bestial position was better than the painful one before, Hekaterina obediently presented her ass and accepted his cock.
With her hands against the wall and her ass pushed out, her large breasts swayed violently back and forth with each thrust.
Her breast size, at least, seemed better than his teacher’s. Wondering how such a petite body could support such enormous tits, Yohan reached out and roughly squeezed the bouncing flesh.
“Aheut…! That hurts!”
Ignoring Hekaterina’s cry of pain, Yohan began to squeeze her breasts harder. It was something he could never do to his teacher, but he felt no resistance doing it to a wicked witch who went around killing people.
As he squeezed her breasts, rolled the nipples at their tips, and continued to pound his cock into her, Yohan realized he was, to some extent, enjoying the act.
He’d always had a strong aversion to the word ‘rape,’ so he never thought he’d be this good at it…
‘Is it because of… my desire for revenge?’
If not that, it could be that this witch simply possessed an incredibly lewd body. Either way, Yohan now felt no hesitation in raping Hekaterina and was able to gradually escalate the act.
“Heup! Kkeuk, heueut…! Kkeup! Kkeup…! Heuuuu…!”
“Hey.”
“Huu, huuk! Heut, wh-what is it…?”
“Let me ask you one thing. Why did you kill that man back then?”
Yohan asked her while he was in a position of overwhelming dominance. He figured she wouldn't be able to lie in a situation like this.
Hearing the question, Hekaterina let out a faint laugh, as if it were the most foolish thing she’d ever heard, and looked back at Yohan.
“For a witch’s disciple, you’re pathetic…”
“I asked you why you did it.”
“There was no, eut—, special reason… He was just, heuht, an instructor… who taught Holy Knights…”
There was no reason.
Hearing those words, Yohan felt a surge of anger for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint. He thought it might be guilt.
If he hadn't persuaded him, Ludwig would have passed away without saying a final goodbye. But he had convinced him, and in doing so, made him witness the death of his own child.
The guilt that he was the reason Ludwig had met such a horrific end.
“Just because.”
And now, to hear there was no reason for the act that had caused him such guilt, Yohan felt a headache coming on. To dull the pain, he thrust his hips harder and squeezed her breasts more tightly.
Base pleasure and a sense of superiority began to wash over him. Soon, the guilt that had been weighing on his chest started to be completely cleansed away.
“Heut, heuk—! What’s so, wrong, with a witch… killing a Holy Knight…!”
“You’re right. It’s not wrong. Good and evil are just rules made by humans, after all.”
Follow the law, and you’re good; don’t, and you’re evil. Knowing this structure, Yohan couldn't think of Hekaterina as evil. She had simply done what she was supposed to do.
A witch kills a Holy Knight. There was no personal motive. Therefore, he too would do what he had to do.
“Want to know something interesting?”
“Euheut— Not, interested…! Just pull your cock, ouuut…!”
“The truth is, I have a constitution that can undo a witch’s curse.”
“Wh-what…? What does that… heuk! Heueut!”
“It’s exactly what it sounds like.”
Yohan offered no further explanation and continued to rock his hips. By now, more nasal moans of pleasure than pained groans were escaping Hekaterina’s lips.
A sign that she, too, was starting to feel pleasure. But Yohan had no intention of letting her feel it.
This was rape.
A rape where only one side benefited.
“Alright, I’m coming.”
“Wait, not inside…!”
Sput—! Spurt—!
Ignoring Hekaterina’s plea, Yohan shot his semen deep inside her. Feeling the fluid fill her from within, Hekaterina was struck by an intense sense of loss, realizing that even her inner purity had been completely stolen.
Regardless of her despair, Yohan, having used her like an onahole, pulled out and wiped his cock on her ass.
From beginning to end, he had treated her as nothing more than a tool.
Hekaterina sighed at this fact, but she was well aware she was in no position to complain.
“…That’s enough now. I want to go back. I want to go back and sleep.”
“—No, sorry. I need to use you a little more.”
“…What? Heuung!?”
A moan mixed with pleasure escaped her, but she wasn't entirely enjoying it. In the end, Hekaterina was raped once more, and he stopped just before she could reach climax.
Rape, then stopping just as she was about to come. This cycle repeated itself countless times, her virginity becoming stained with his milky-white fluid.
*
Back in the room that served as her prison, Hekaterina lay in the darkness, recalling what Yohan had said before leaving her.
A constitution that can break curses, he had said. If that was true, it was a tremendous secret he should never have told her.
The moment anyone learned that Yohan had the ability to break a witch’s curse, not only witches but also nations wanting to control them would try to get their hands on him.
So, whether what he said was true or not, the fact that he had revealed such a huge secret meant…
‘He must not intend to keep me alive.’
Realizing this, Hekaterina smiled bitterly. She had always been prepared to die someday. Not just for witches—all life was fated to vanish so fleetingly at times.
Besides, wasn't she the one who had been proactively engaging in dangerous work where she could lose her life at any moment? Hunting Holy Knights. Killing those who threatened witches…
Still, she had never imagined the end would be like this.
‘I thought I’d be captured by those damn clerics, prayed over for three days and nights, and then die by some miracle…’
In reality, she was captured by a fellow witch, fed a strange potion she’d never even heard of that stripped her of her magic, and now, even her virginity had been stolen.
“So, I’m going to die now.”
She had thought she wasn't afraid of death—
But now that it was imminent, her heart was not at ease.
With that thought, Hekaterina slowly drifted off to sleep.
Drip— The semen that hadn't been fully expelled trickled down her thigh.