Chapter 66: Learning
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 66: Learning
What exactly is the standard for feeling fear?
The answer to that question would determine whether I had to keep Hekaterina alive or if I could one day kill her.
If I’m not careful, I might have to spend the rest of my life raising her while feeding her my semen…
“Yohan? Yohan…?”
As I was lost in that thought, Elesis called out to me. Pulled back to reality, I looked at her and nodded as if to ask what she wanted.
“Oh, uh, yeah? What is it?”
“Is something wrong? You were suddenly so lost in thought…”
“Just a little.”
“…Is it about that witch?”
“It is.”
She immediately realized that Hekaterina was the reason I’d been so preoccupied, but I didn’t give her the details. To be precise, I couldn’t.
A witch who cannot die if she is feared—she was a bizarre existence just to hear about, and Elesis had never even seen Hekaterina’s true form.
All she knew were fragmented pieces of information. That she was a girl. An adult. A monster. If I added another piece of grotesque information to what already made her sound less than human, Elesis might actually come to fear Hekaterina.
“What is it about…?”
“Mm─ I can’t. Not because it’s a secret, but because it’s the kind of thing you’re better off not knowing.”
“The kind of thing I’m better off not knowing… Does she have a curse of that sort?”
“That’s right. A curse that gets weaker the fewer people know about it…”
Hearing this, Elesis nodded and gave up on prying for more details. The Church was the specialist in witch hunting, and as such, they were overflowing with all sorts of information needed to deal with witches.
Among that information would be details about the magic and curses witches possessed, so she likely knew that digging deeper could put her in danger.
“By the way… the few days I worked, am I not getting paid?”
“Did you really think you would? After working for a mere two days and then disappearing for a whole week?”
“Where I’m from, you get paid even if you only work for an hour.”
But Elesis just shook her head with a displeased expression. Things like minimum wage and compliance with labor laws were regulations that hadn’t been around for very long even in the modern world.
There was no way such laws existed in this medieval fantasy isekai. If anything, my sudden disappearance had probably caused a lot of trouble for Elesis, who had recommended me.
So.
“I’m not asking for much. Just something reasonable… like an Honorary Holy Knight Certificate, or maybe some proof that I’m not a witch.”
“…And you don’t think that’s asking for much? An Honorary Holy Knight? Do you have any idea how many great deeds one must accomplish to receive that—?”
“So? Are you not going to give it to me?”
I said, striking an arrogant pose. Seeing this, she bit her lip.
The reason I could act this way was simple. If she didn’t guarantee my identity, I would eventually be found out as a witch’s disciple.
And when that happened, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what the four witches, including my Teacher, were capable of doing.
It would be a different story if there was only one witch.
The reason the Church could capture witches was simple: witches didn’t band together. Due to their persecuted and reclusive nature, it was difficult for them to even meet one another, and even if they did, their curses made it hard for them to recognize each other.
And yet, in our cabin, four witches were waiting, ready to join forces. Considering that the Church had failed to stop a single fire witch from turning a city to ashes, four witches together were a threat capable of overthrowing a nation.
“…I’ll give it to you. But the Honorary Holy Knight Certificate is impossible. Instead, I’ll issue a certificate proving you are neither a witch nor a follower of witches.”
“Well, something like that is better than nothing.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t get the plaque certifying me as an Honorary Holy Knight, but a certificate proving I wasn’t a witch wasn’t so bad either.
It wouldn’t make everyone who saw it tremble in awe like a Holy Knight’s plaque, but it would be enough to ward off Holy Knights or anyone else who suspected us of being witches.
After receiving the certificate, I said my goodbyes to Elesis and left the church. Then, I made my way to a cafe nearby.
It was lunchtime. Countless people were passing by, glancing at the cafe. I didn’t even have to wonder what they were all stopping to look at.
As I opened the jingling door and stepped inside, four pairs of eyes, all sitting at one table, shot toward me.
“Yohan!”
“Teacher. I’m back.”
“Did you get what you went for?”
“I couldn’t get the Holy Knight Certificate, but I did get this certificate…”
Teacher took the certificate from me and, with a broad smile, looked it over. Of course, even with this document, people who suspected her of being a witch would continue to do so.
But the reason no one was currently suspecting Teacher of being a witch was simple.
Because there are four beauties like her here.
I glanced around. Not just Teacher, but Margaret, Hekaterina, and Beatrice were all there.
Witches of such beauty that they could cater to any preference were all looking at me.
While people might suspect any one of them of being a witch individually, when they were all gathered in one place, the suspicion diminished.
They probably can’t imagine witches teaming up.
Witches do not flock together. Because of this behavior, which seemed extremely individualistic, people had this misconception ingrained in them.
Even if it was a group where every single member was a witch, once they gathered, they somehow ceased to be witches in the eyes of others.
“Mmm─ now that everyone’s here, shall we head back?”
“Yes. Let’s.”
At Evangeline’s suggestion, we started walking back to the cabin, looking for a place where people’s eyes wouldn’t reach.
…Walking around with four beauties in tow was incredibly conspicuous, so it took a considerable amount of time to find a place out of the public eye.
I should probably get a house in the city, too…
*
That night, after we returned to the cabin.
I went into Hekaterina’s room and raped her.
“Ngh-!? Hngh! You… crazy bastard…! Why all of a sudden…!”
“…You’re a pet, aren’t you?”
“Haah! Get out, get ooout…! I said get out…!”
After thrusting violently and ejaculating inside her, I roughly wiped myself off and left her room.
A gaze filled with killing intent stabbed into the back of my head. I did my best to ignore it.
…That wasn’t exactly refreshing.
Rape and a creampie, completely ignoring Hekaterina’s wishes. Anyone who saw it would call it a cruel act—but it was necessary.
If the curse returns… everything I’ve done so far will have been for nothing.
My semen possessed anti-magic properties. It had the ability to nullify a witch’s magic and even her curse.
However, this was only effective until the sperm died. The average lifespan of sperm is three days, which meant I had to ejaculate into a witch’s uterus once every three days to keep their curses suppressed.
This is exhausting…
But overpowering a woman I disliked and raping her was an act that grated on my modern-day morals and ethics. Weren’t modern people the ones who said you shouldn’t torture or kill even a murderer?
Of course, that didn’t mean I was exceptionally sensitive to human rights, but I wasn’t so desensitized that I could continuously rape someone I hated and be perfectly fine.
What was most difficult, however, was the fact that I had to have sex every single day without fail.
Today was Hekaterina… tomorrow is Teacher, the day after is Margaret, and the morning after that, I’ll have to jerk off to feed Hekaterina my semen, then rape her that night…
It was a schedule that would make others curse me for complaining about having it too good, but this was getting old. Being dragged off to have sex for days on end without a break was incredibly fatiguing.
The biggest problem was that I couldn’t rest. What if a new witch was added to the mix? At that point, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I’d die.
I need something like a magical dick… infinite stamina…
But unfortunately, there was no god to grant me such a cheat. It was ridiculous for me, the disciple of a witch hostile to the Church, to be praying to God anyway.
In the end, I offered a prayer toward my Teacher’s room before heading into my own and flopping onto the bed. Then, feeling the sensation of crushing something, I shot up in surprise.
“Wh-what the!?”
“Owwie…”
“Beatrice…?”
“Yohaaan… it hurts…”
Beatrice, whom I had landed on, looked up at me with tears welling in her eyes. This affection-deficient girl still hadn’t resolved her issues and continued to cling to me.
I rubbed the spot I had crushed and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“Waaaaah-! It huuurts—!!”
“Sorry, I didn’t see you…”
The fact that she had been lying in my bed without permission wasn’t very important right now. She was just a child, after all. Only her age was high; mentally, she was immature…
As I was comforting the crying girl, I realized her hand was strangely clammy. It was too wrinkled to be from just wiping away tears.
Not only that, but the spot on the bed where she had been lying was also a little wet. Seeing this, I asked her cautiously.
“…Hey, Beatrice.”
“Hic, sob—Whaat…?”
“What were you doing here?”
“Hmm? A fun game.”
“A fun… game?”
“Yeah. Wanna play too, Yohan?”
As she said this, she slightly lifted the hem of her one-piece dress. She must have thrown her underwear somewhere, because her glistening genitals were immediately revealed.
That sight was baffling enough, but then Beatrice began to fiddle with herself.
“Hnngh, like this—if you touch it… it feels gooood! You touch it too, Yohan!”
“…Ah, I see.”
I covered my face with my hands and hung my head low.
Was it because she was surrounded by lewd witches who were fucking every day? This little girl had finally learned how to masturbate.