Chapter 75: Taste
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 75: Taste
Rustle.
The light sound of a page turning echoed.
The witch, who had been skimming a book through her monocle, closed it upon hearing the sudden sound of footsteps.
Lifting her head, Regina looked forward and pushed up her glasses at the sight of Yohan's face.
“You've returned. I trust you've confirmed the veracity of the information.”
“It was true, that information.”
“Is that so. In that case, I shall receive my compensation as per our contract.”
Click, clack.
Her heels clicking on the floor, Regina approached Yohan and told him the compensation she had in mind.
“Yohan. I wish to know more about you.”
“……Excuse me?”
“Therefore, starting today, I will be cohabitating with you. That is all.”
Having said her piece, Regina turned back to her seat, saying she would go get her things.
The two people who heard her stared intently at her retreating back, dumbfounded.
For helping him find Beatrice, Regina had earned the right to ask one favor of Yohan—anything at all.
However, just because she could ask for anything didn't mean she could literally ask for anything.
Leaving aside the issue of practical feasibility, it was painfully obvious that asking for too much would enrage the other witches behind him.
Given the usefulness of her magic, they probably wouldn't kill her outright... but if she were to command Yohan to serve only her, or to have sex only with her, she could easily predict that a furious Evangeline would tear her to shreds.
It had to be a request that was a bit much to grant, yet not so much that it would get her killed. Only a request of that perfectly appropriate level was possible.
“So, that's how it is. I'll be in your care.”
“……Ah, yeah. Right.”
Evangeline looked at Regina with a reluctant expression. There were plenty of spare rooms in the cabin. Margaret had made them.
The rooms weren't the problem, but for Evangeline, adding yet another witch to the cabin was a considerable burden. There were already five of them. Even if they took turns with him every day, the result was that each of them would only get to be with Yohan once a week.
She should have monopolized Yohan when she had the chance.
“Welcome... I guess. It's a humble home, but feel free to make yourself comfortable.”
“I do not intend to stay that long. I plan to return once my investigation into Yohan's constitution is complete……”
“Oh—is that right! Uh-huh. If you need anything at all, just say the word! I'll get it for you!”
Hearing Regina's words, Evangeline's demeanor changed in an instant, and she welcomed her warmly. She had no time for rivals, but if the woman was going to leave on her own accord, well—
Besides, Regina's curse wasn't one that would greatly interfere with daily life, and she herself didn't seem to hate it.
That meant she was a witch who had no reason to make a move on Yohan now...! Evangeline beamed and led her to a new room.
“Is that room Yohan's?”
“Hm? No. Yohan's room is this way……”
“In that case, I will use that room.”
“……What?”
Regina nonchalantly picked up her luggage and headed for Yohan's room. When a startled Evangeline blocked her path, Regina simply tilted her head, as if asking what the problem was.
“W-Wait! Why do you suddenly want to use Yohan's room!?”
“I only need to know information about him…… You don't need to go out of your way to accommodate me.”
“This isn't about accommodation! Yohan will be uncomfortable sharing a room with you!”
“I see. However, that is something he must endure as part of the contract. Surely, you wouldn't ask me to concede on this point as well.”
What Regina had demanded of Yohan was to know more about him. She had added cohabitation as a supplementary condition.
Living in the same house is cohabitation, but so is living in the same room. Regina was stating that she had meant the latter.
“No, you can't……”
“If you have no rational reason, I will be on my way.”
Now that the contract with Yohan was made, it couldn't be broken. If she were to forcibly separate Yohan and Regina, Yohan would die. That was the kind of contract it was.
The only silver lining was that this contract wasn't permanent. If Regina abided by it—that is, once she finished recording her findings on Yohan—the contract would automatically disappear...
‘Ah.’
Evangeline belatedly remembered Yohan's constitution. The one that nullified witches' curses.
The curse of Regina Starr, the Witch of Records, was to record everything she saw—but no witch's curse worked on Yohan.
Regina would feel no compulsion to record anything she saw of Yohan. And if she chose not to record anything about him, she could continue doing so indefinitely.
She felt a surge of anxiety that Regina would do just that.
Late at night. In the dead of morning when everyone was asleep. Yohan carefully opened his eyes and sat up. He gently moved Beatrice, who was sleeping in his arms, and got out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“……!!”
At the sudden voice, Yohan jumped as if he'd seen a ghost, then let out a deep sigh when he realized the speaker was Regina.
Does this witch not sleep? Yohan shot a glare at Regina.
“……To the bathroom.”
“01:51. Bathroom. May I accompany you?”
“If I say no, will you not follow?”
Yohan left the room without waiting for an answer, and Regina followed closely behind him, her steps making no sound.
When she followed him all the way into the bathroom without the slightest hesitation, even Yohan couldn't remain unfazed.
Looking at Regina, who had followed him even to the point where he pulled down his pants and aimed at the toilet, Yohan wore a look of utter disbelief.
“……Aren't you leaving?”
“I have seen it before, so I do not understand why you are acting shy now.”
“That and this are not the same.”
“Are they different? In that case, I must observe more closely.”
There was no getting through to her. Yohan realized this as he watched Regina lean in to get a better look at his thing.
He had no hobby of pissing in front of someone's face, so he pushed her far away, finished his business, and immediately left the bathroom to wander the living room.
‘It's about time... I have to do it...’
It had been almost three days since he had raped Hekaterina. His sperm might have unusually high survivability, but just in case, he had to rape her again before the day was over.
But—Regina was bothering him. He was confident she wouldn't care much whether he raped or tortured Hekaterina, but...
‘How am I supposed to do it when she's watching?’
People get self-conscious even when a pet is watching. So how was he supposed to rape a woman while another woman was observing him intently?
It would be fine if it were someone he could enjoy it with, like Evangeline or Margaret. But with Hekaterina, that was impossible. Wasn't it already a difficult task just to force himself to get hard enough to fuck her?
It was hard enough to get an erection to rape her, but if Regina was observing him... getting hard would be practically impossible.
“……I have a favor to ask.”
“What is it?”
“Can you go somewhere else for a minute?”
“Please think of me as if I am not here, and pay me no mind.”
It meant she had absolutely no intention of going anywhere else. Stomping his foot and sighing, Yohan decided he had no choice and immediately opened Hekaterina's door.
Regina followed, tilting her head as if she didn't understand why he was going into that room. Inside, Hekaterina was lying on her back with her legs slightly parted, as if she had been waiting for him.
He hadn't even touched her, yet her sex was already dripping wet. The sight of her soaked pussy and the distinct pheromonal scent of a female stimulated Yohan's senses, as if she had been masturbating before he arrived.
Yohan, who had entered the room to rape her, stared at her without a word. Hekaterina shot back with a face full of discontent.
“……What? What is it?”
“Nothing... It's just, after all that talk about how much you hate it... I didn't expect to find you waiting with your pussy soaked like this.”
“─I still hate it, you know? You're fucking terrible at it, just shoving it in without any consideration and then running off. It hurts, so I prepared myself beforehand, that's all!”
Hekaterina said, turning her head away and spreading her legs wide open. Seeing that, Yohan felt his cock get insanely hard, making his earlier worries seem pointless.
Glancing furtively at Regina, Yohan knelt before Hekaterina and, as usual, inserted his cock into her pussy.
“Hngh...!”
Feeling his cock enter her, Hekaterina bit her lip hard, but her face didn't contort in pain like it used to.
Watching Hekaterina quietly accept his cock, Regina, who had followed him in, asked cautiously.
“What are you doing right now?”
“Can't you tell by looking? I'm raping her.”
“I do not understand. There are plenty of witches who would willingly service you sexually if you wished it. Why resort to rape...?”
After a moment of thought, Regina concluded that this must be Yohan's sexual preference and wrote in her records: ‘Prefers to rape resisting women.’
Unaware of what Regina was doing behind him, Yohan continued to assault Hekaterina.
“Hngh, sob—You quick-shot bastard... Just hurry up and cum, then get lost...!”
Normally, he would have done as she said—impatiently thrusting his hips before shooting his load and leaving—but after being provoked like this, he couldn't bring himself to do that.
Yohan began to move his hips very slowly. Very slowly.
Slowly enough that Hekaterina, feeling the pleasure, would come first.