Chapter 65: Pet
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 65: Pet
The moment I stepped out of the room, my teacher was there to greet me. She approached with a cup of hot cocoa, handing it to me with a gentle smile.
“Good work.”
“…Thank you, Teacher.”
“It was hard, wasn't it?”
“No, I’m alright.”
My body wasn’t tired, but my mind was exhausted. Hekaterina’s body—small, yet voluptuous—was, objectively speaking, capable of providing exceptional pleasure.
If I had been filled with lust and had raped her for my own satisfaction, I would have been more than content. I might have even kidnapped her to rape her periodically… but this whole affair wasn't exactly pleasant.
However, as if reading my mind, my teacher looked up at me with a slightly apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry. I made you do something unnecessary…”
“No, after hearing you out, I felt it was something I had to do.”
“Mmm— I should have found a way to kill her myself.”
As she spoke, she hugged me and began to gently caress my chest. Her hand traced its way down from my chest to my abs… until it finally reached my limp member.
As I felt her hand fondling me, I looked down at her. Evangeline smiled softly and looked up at me.
“Yohan… you must have had a hard time. Your teacher will paint over that memory for you.”
“…Teacher.”
“Let’s go to my room.”
I followed her hand to her room. As soon as we entered, my teacher took my cock into her mouth and, in an instant, drained my semen.
And so, that day, I came so much it felt like my bones were dissolving.
“Little kid.”
“…Who are you calling a little kid? You damn brat.”
The next day, Yohan brought out Hekaterina, now free of her curse, and tossed her in front of the other witches.
The fearsome witch who inspired terror just by being seen was gone. In her place was a busty girl with pigtails.
“Is this what she looked like…?”
“Why? What did she look like before?”
“Taller, lankier… and a bit more menacing.”
Fear could sometimes distort memory. Margaret let out a hollow laugh as she realized that the true form of the witch she had once trembled before was this young girl.
Even if it was because of the curse, she felt embarrassed for having been scared of such a brat.
However, Hekaterina, unaccustomed to such stares, scowled and glared back at the witches.
“What are you looking at? Wanna die?”
“…Wow, why is she so cute?”
“What are you talking about… D-don’t touch me!”
Margaret began to dote on Hekaterina, while Beatrice, who was watching from the side, saw a witch of similar size to herself and promptly hugged her as if greeting a new friend.
Of course, in terms of chest size, the difference between them was like that of a grown woman and an elementary schooler, but Beatrice didn't care about such things.
“Yohan, Yohan, Yohan.”
“What is it?”
“Tell her for me. Let’s be friends…!”
“Hey, she wants to be friends.”
“Friends, my ass—! Hey, let go! Are you going to let go or not?!”
Hekaterina struggled, trying to push Beatrice away, but with her curse gone and her magic sealed, there was no way she could win against a perfectly healthy witch.
Eventually, realizing that no amount of struggling would free her from Beatrice’s grasp, Hekaterina gave up and resignedly surrendered her body.
Having lost interest in her, Hekaterina looked around at the other witches and spoke.
“…Why are there so many witches in this house?”
“Are you jealous? Sorry, but we’re not planning on letting you join.”
“Whatever. Who said I was jealous…”
“I see. Yes. That’s how a witch should be.”
Evangeline said, looking at Hekaterina. Though she said that, she intended to let Hekaterina live a little longer.
She looked cute now, but she was still a beast hiding sharp claws. Both Margaret and Evangeline remembered Hekaterina’s true form.
If they killed Hekaterina now, that fear could act as a trigger, allowing her to be reborn.
Now was not the time to kill her. They had to raise her, tame her—until she started to seem cute.
Only when killing her felt like a pity should they finally end her life.
“But you’re in luck. This house happens to be missing a pet. I’ll make you our pet.”
“Hah. What kind of bullshit is that… Why don’t you just kill me?”
“Heehee, you say that as if you want to die.”
“…Of course not.”
Hekaterina realized her thoughts had been read. She had to die while there were still people who remembered her—while her existence remained one of fear.
Once she died, she could be revived in perfect condition, regardless of any magic-sealing potions or whatever else.
While her identity was still a secret—while there were still those who remembered her with fear—she had to die, quickly…
“Hekaterina, the Witch of Fear.”
“…!?”
“Did you really think we wouldn’t know who you are?”
And just like that, she was found out.
Her identity exposed, Hekaterina tried to recall where she might have let the information slip. But no matter how hard she thought, she had never revealed her identity.
Not when she was being painfully tortured, nor when she was being raped by Yohan.
Hekaterina forced a clumsy smile and tilted her head.
“—You’re wrong.”
“Fine. We’ll say I’m wrong. So? You have exactly two options. Either go back inside and live as you have been… or live as our pet. What will it be?”
“…Do I even have a choice in that?”
“Of course you do. Live like a beast, or live worse than a beast.”
After pretending to think for a moment, Hekaterina let out a deep sigh and nodded. Beatrice, who had been isolated to the side, tilted her head, not understanding what they were talking about, and called out to Yohan desperately.
“Yohan, why is she sighing? Huh? Does she not want to be friends…?”
“No. She said she’ll be your friend. And that you can hug her whenever you want.”
“Really!?”
Hearing that, Beatrice hugged Hekaterina even tighter in delight. Hekaterina sighed but didn’t push her away.
And so, a pet witch came to live in the cabin.
Even after we got a pet witch, my daily routine didn’t change much. I prepared meals every day, patrolled the forest to clean out monsters, and did my personal training.
If anything changed… it was that gathering ingredients and clearing out monsters became much easier.
“Go, my children.”
Yes, Master!
Beatrice’s dolls gathered food from the forest and periodically patrolled it, taking care of any monsters.
With the most time-consuming task all but gone, I found myself with a lot more free time.
If you were to ask what I did with that newfound time…
“A week.”
“Ah, yes.”
“You took a day of leave, yet you were gone for a week… without any contact.”
I returned to the church to see Elesis.
Seeing me for the first time in a week, Elesis glared at me, her face filled with anger.
Just in case, I asked her.
“The… instructor position…”
“I hired someone else. Isn’t that obvious? What kind of instructor disappears for a week without a word?”
Hearing that, I breathed an inward sigh of relief. The Holy Knight instructor position was nice, but it wasn't that appealing to me.
What was the reason I took the job in the first place? It was out of guilt for the deaths of Ludwig and his child, killed by Hekaterina, and to take their place, wasn't it?
Now that I had personally captured and gotten my revenge on Hekaterina, that guilt had been washed clean.
“I see. That’s a shame.”
“…Why were you so late?”
“I caught a witch.”
“Caught a witch?”
For me, someone living with witches, to say I caught a witch, Elesis gave me a dubious look as if she couldn't understand. But it didn't take long for her to recall the meaning of my words, and her eyes widened.
“Don’t tell me… was it that witch?”
“Mmm, it’s probably the witch you’re thinking of.”
“I see. I was wondering why she hadn’t shown herself lately…”
She seemed to know of Hekaterina. Seeing that, I carefully began to probe for information on how much Elesis knew about her.
Perhaps because it was a story about a witch, or perhaps because she felt relieved hearing that the witch had been captured, Elesis began to divulge classified information without any hesitation.
“No one knows her face or appearance. Everyone’s story is different.”
“The stories are different?”
“Some say they saw a young girl, others a tall, lanky woman. Some said she wasn't human but a monster, and others claimed she was a towering creature the size of a building. With opinions this divided, it's impossible for any real information to be gathered.”
“Is that so…”
For a Holy Knight like Elesis to say this, this must be what people thought of Hekaterina. People still perceived her as a being of fear.
A slight worry began to creep into my mind. The Witch of Fear, who revives if there is someone who fears her.
Does that apply even to people who don't know her face? Is she, now imprinted on people as the Witch of Fear, truly immortal?
If she could be born from even such faint fear, as I suspected… then killing Hekaterina would be an impossible task.
‘If that’s the case, then instead of killing her, I’ll have to raise her while feeding her my semen for the rest of her life…’