Chapter 70: Completion
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 70: Completion
“Regina Star?”
“Yes, Regina Star. She's famous among witches.”
Lying in bed, Yohan listened as Evangeline told him about the witch he had met that morning. The Witch of Records. Regina Star.
She was said to be a witch from Evangeline's own generation. In other words, she too was a witch who had lived for several hundred years.
After hearing about her identity, Yohan asked a question.
“Why would a witch like that be holed up in a place like that?”
“Because she wants to be, of course.”
“She wants to be? It's not because of a curse or something?”
“Her curse is nothing special. She just gets the urge to record everything she sees and hears. That's it. According to her, it's a curse she can easily ignore if she has the willpower.”
“...So, you're saying she's there because her willpower is weak?”
When he pointed out the contradiction, Evangeline giggled and wagged a finger at him.
“No, it's because she wants to be there. She's not a powerful fighter like other witches. She wanted to live in a safe place where no one would bother her. So I created the barrier, and Margaret created the space for her.”
“What do you mean she's famous among other witches...?”
“She sends invitations to witches who've become somewhat famous, inviting them to her library. The witches make a deal, giving Regina what she wants in exchange for the information they desire...”
Hearing about Regina, the Witch of Records, Yohan got the impression that she wasn't very strong, just as her title suggested. But he couldn't be sure.
After all, his teacher, the Witch of Love—a title that sounded not just safe but utterly harmless—wielded the ultimate shield, capable of sending anyone flying with a single blow when a fight actually broke out.
You couldn't judge a person's strength by their name alone. Though, based on what Evangeline said, she probably wasn't that strong...
“You two seem to be very close.”
“Hm?”
“For you to grant a request like this...”
“Ah... I already said I was sorry... Honestly. Regina has such a prickly personality that if I cut ties with her, she'd do the same without a second thought. I can't just cut off one of the few friends I have left.”
Squeeze— As she finished speaking, Evangeline suddenly hugged Yohan's arm tightly and looked up at him.
“Don't get the wrong idea! For me, you'll always be the best, Yohan! I only accepted because I didn't think it would cause you any real harm. If I thought it would hurt you, I would have refused immediately...”
“I know. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me, Teacher.”
Yohan said, then gave Evangeline a peck on the lips. Blushing and shivering with embarrassment, Evangeline pulled the covers all the way over her head.
Watching the bashful Evangeline, Yohan slowly drifted off to sleep. She watched him for a moment before closing her own eyes.
“Sleep well, my disciple.”
Three days passed.
First thing in the morning, a scowling Margaret came to my room. I could see her just fine, but from her behavior, I could tell the curse had returned.
Margaret barged into the room and immediately started shouting and shaking me awake.
“Hey! Disciple! Are you awake?! Let's go, now!”
“...Margaret? What time is it—”
“Doesn't matter! Let's just go, shoot your load, and come back! I hate being like this!”
It hadn't been long since her curse was broken, but Margaret was already finding it unbearable. She whined, insisting they go right away.
I considered waking my teacher, but a glance at the clock told me it was far too early even for breakfast. It was still before dawn.
Since Margaret would be handling the transportation anyway, I figured we might as well get it over with quickly. I nodded, and she immediately teleported us to Regina's library.
A space where countless books were arrayed across all three dimensions—X, Y, and Z—from floor to ceiling. It was my second time here, but I still couldn't get used to it. I frowned slightly.
It's dizzying...
Feeling a bit light-headed, I trudged forward. Hearing my footsteps, Regina glanced up and saw us.
Realizing we had arrived, she immediately approached with a pen and paper in hand.
“Welcome. And Miss Margaret?”
“She's right next to me.”
“I see. I was not aware, as I cannot see her. Please begin at once.”
Regina said this and began staring at me intently. As I felt her gaze and slowly lowered my pants, I realized just how this must look to her.
Whoa, wait a minute... Doesn't this mean I look like a naked madman fucking the air...?
Margaret's curse makes her invisible to others. Thanks to that, everything I do with her is also unseen.
I'd already verified that my dick doesn't become invisible even when it's inside her vagina, thanks to being caught by Beatrice.
To my eyes, these beautiful witches were perfectly visible, but the thought that to others I must look like I'm just fucking empty space made a sense of shame I didn't know I had well up inside me.
“...I'm starting.”
“Yes. Please begin.”
But one look at Margaret's face, glaring up at me from where she lay, told me I didn't have a moment to waste. I immediately started stripping her clothes off.
Unlike last time, when she'd dressed up to look good, Margaret had come wearing clothes that were easy to remove—or that you could even have sex in without taking them off. Thanks to that, it didn't take long to get her undressed.
Her pussy was still bone-dry. But unlike before, Margaret pulled something out from her clothes and handed it to me.
“Use this.”
“This is...”
“Love gel.”
“Love... gel.”
I'd never used it on Earth, let alone in this world. Thinking this was how I'd have my first experience with lube, I carefully squeezed some onto my palm.
The wet, cold sensation wasn't exactly pleasant, but I carefully coated my hand and inserted a finger inside her.
I spread the lube generously inside her with my finger, then used the rest to slick down my dick. Just like that—unlike before—I was perfectly ready to go.
Having gotten hard while touching her, I immediately thrust my lube-slathered dick inside.
“Hngh—!”
Oh, ooh—.
It was a pussy completely dry of any natural wetness, but just having the lube made for a completely different sensation enveloping my cock.
It felt even better than a pussy gushing with juices after a long foreplay session, and I found myself putting more power into my hips without even thinking.
Harder than usual, and faster.
Slap—! Slap—! Slap! Slap!
“Haahk—! Hngh, hyaang! Haaang!!”
“Hoo, heuk—!”
“Why are you exhaling like that? Does it have some sort of meaning?”
I did my best to ignore Regina's chattering from the side and pumped my hips furiously. It didn't take long for the urge to cum to wash over me. It wasn't because I was a premature ejaculator; the compatibility between the lube and Margaret's pussy was just that good.
Even the most experienced Casanova wouldn't last a minute if he got a taste of Margaret's pussy right now. Not that I had any intention of letting that happen, of course.
“Hyaak...! Hngh, hnnnnngh...! D-Disciple— I'm, hahk, c-coming...!”
“Me too, I'm cumming...!”
“You're cumming? You're ejaculating already? What is different from last time?”
Ignoring the voice ringing in my ear, I shot my load. I saw Regina's eyes widen as she stared at Margaret, who was connected to my dick.
Seeing Margaret's curse break seemed to make something click for her, and she quickly began scribbling something on her paper.
I watched her for a moment before slowly pulling out. Margaret scrambled to her feet and glared at Regina.
“That's enough, right?”
“...I still have some questions.”
“The deal was that you wanted to watch Yohan have sex and see if the curse really breaks, wasn't it? We showed you. Whether you understand it or not is your problem. Right?”
“That... is correct. Your logic is sound. I concede. Then, shall we make another deal...”
“No, the deal ends here.”
With that, Margaret grabbed my hand and spoke.
“We have no intention of lending Yohan to anyone else.”
“...Then why did you show me this at all?”
“It was a precaution, in case you ever acquired information about my disciple through other means. Without a deal like this, you wouldn't have kept it a secret, would you?”
Hearing Margaret's point, Regina fell silent as if she had nothing more to say and simply watched us.
Unfortunately for her, there was no attractive reward she could offer me or Margaret at that moment.
In the end, she couldn't stop us, and we returned to the cabin. As soon as we were back, Margaret stretched and said to me.
“Ughhh... I guess using all that energy this morning made me hungry. Disciple! Make me something delicious! I'm going to go wash up!”
“Yes. Understood.”
Hearing her words, I started preparing the meal, thinking we would never have a reason to visit Regina again.
A short while later, my teacher and Beatrice began to appear in the living room.
A few days later.
Beatrice was kidnapped by a monster.