Chapter 76: Copy
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 76: Copy
He spreads her legs and thrusts his cock inside.
He pounds his hips vigorously, shoots his load, and then leaves without a second glance.
He doesn’t clean up. He shows no consideration for his partner.
For any ordinary woman, such a horrific daily routine would have been enough to cause lasting trauma. But Hekaterina wasn’t shocked to the point of developing any.
She had nearly been captured by Holy Knights several times, and on each occasion, she had endured pain that bordered on torture. Compared to that, being raped now didn’t seem like such a serious problem.
In fact, she sometimes felt a strange sense of elation when Yohan raped her.
‘Does he like me?’
It was a delusion only a witch who had never interacted with others her entire life could have. But it couldn't be helped. Not even the Holy Knights who sought to inflict pain on her had ever seen her as a woman.
Not her parents who gave birth to her, not the vagrants on the street who stole glances at her breasts, not even those who were said to have been castrated of all emotion.
To them, she was a being of terror, or perhaps some kind of mystical creature.
“Hnngh— Ugh, uungh…!”
“Sounds like you’re enjoying it.”
“Sh-shut up… A woman can’t help it…! You premature ejaculator, virgin, rapist!”
Hekaterina bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the moans of pleasure escaping her mouth. It was, of course, a meaningless effort. Yohan, violating her, realized she was feeling pleasure.
Usually, when she started to feel pleasure like this, he would either pull out completely and wait for her excitement to die down before inserting himself again, or he would just pump his hips rapidly, get himself off, and leave.
But for some reason, he was different today. He didn’t pull out, nor did he thrust just for his own satisfaction.
On the contrary, he moved his hips in a way that would pleasure her—so they could feel that sexual high together.
‘This feels good……’
The moment that thought crossed her mind, Hekaterina flinched in shock, squeezing her legs tight and clinging to Yohan’s torso.
I must be crazy. How can this feel good? What woman in the world enjoys being raped…?
But Yohan, seeing her hips clench, seemed to instantly understand how she felt. He smirked and placed a hand on her breast.
“What are you… hngh, doing—? Just hurry up, and get the hell out—.”
“Get the hell out? What are you planning to do after I leave?”
“What do you mean… ngh, what am I…!”
“Gonna masturbate? While rubbing these huge tits?”
Yohan murmured as he kneaded her breast. Her complex. Despite being short and stumpy, her breasts had grown as if she’d been fed something special; they were as big as her head and always drew people’s stares.
Because of them, she not only hated her own existence but had wished more than once or twice that she could just cut them off, but…
“Hngh, do you like, those lumps of fat that much—? You damn pervert… Aahk—!”
“……You keep calling me a pervert, but don’t you think the one moaning while getting fucked like this is the bigger pervert?”
“Hah, ngh, that’s—just your wishful thinking, you pathetic loser…!”
Watching Hekaterina clench her pussy and spit out curses every time he squeezed her breast, Yohan was filled with a desire to completely conquer her.
He immediately began to move his cock slowly, probing for her weak spots. Once he found them, he focused on them, thrusting into them again and again.
As expected of a witch unaccustomed to pleasure, her whole body trembled violently with every jab at her sweet spot.
“Hnnghhhh—!”
It was the first long, wet moan he had ever heard from her. Yohan knew Hekaterina had reached her climax.
They had been together more than a dozen times, but this was the first time she had ever come.
Of course, that was partly because Yohan had controlled himself to prevent her from reaching orgasm…
“How was it? Am I still a pervert?”
A pervert who comes while being raped.
A worthless cunt.
A useless female with nothing but big tits.
Yohan whispered continuously into Hekaterina’s ear. His voice was thick with lust. The kind of voice one could only produce when consumed by pure lust for another…
Hekaterina’s brain, which had never been the object of lust or desire before, couldn’t comprehend the words Yohan whispered. But she could clearly understand the emotion he was forcing upon her.
“……That’s right, you fucking pervert.”
Even after all this, you’re still going to fuck me, aren’t you?
Hekaterina looked at Yohan with eyes full of that firm belief.
With a smirk, Yohan began to toy with her.
He pressed down on her chest, ground against her vulva, and crushed her clitoris with the full weight of his body. He pulled her into an embrace so tight her arms felt like they would break, and as if in response to her legs wrapping around his waist, he took her with fierce demand.
Soon, semen shot out from his boiling scrotum. The powerful mark of a male trying to impregnate a female. Held so tightly she could barely breathe, Hekaterina gasped for air, feeling herself being filled to the brim with his seed.
“Kkeuhk……!”
She couldn’t breathe. Her chest and abdomen were under intense pressure. In that act, devoid of any consideration, she paradoxically felt an intense love.
Tears streamed down her face as Hekaterina reached a hand out to Yohan as he pulled away from her.
‘Ah……’
This is insane.
What’s so good about the man who raped you?
……What in the world is so good about him?
Her breathing stopped. Hekaterina fainted.
“Do you always enjoy rape like this?”
“……What kind of crazy talk is that?”
The moment I stepped out of the room, Regina posed that question.
It was too absurd to even answer, so I ignored her and walked past. She seemed to take my silence as a confirmation and scribbled something on the paper in her hand.
“What’s that?”
“Your record sheet…… Ah, please give it back.”
“Let’s see here.”
I quickly snatched the paper from her hand. Regina stomped her feet, trying desperately to get it back from me.
But there was no way a witch with so little physical activity could take a piece of paper from me, and she didn’t possess any magic that could subdue me.
Eventually, she quieted down. With her behind me, I read the paper.
‘…A fetish for enjoying rape? Seems to enjoy rape periodically. Sexually promiscuous, with a tendency to forcefully dominate women—.’
“Who the hell is this supposed to be about?”
After reading the notes, I frowned and looked at Regina. Belatedly getting the paper back, she hid it in her arms as if protecting something precious and turned her back to me.
“……It is merely my subjective evaluation. It is not something for you to comment on.”
“I’m commenting on it because your subjective evaluation is wrong. Isn’t that supposed to be about me? Is it okay for a recorder to record such false information?”
“I only record what I see. Are you suggesting there is a problem with my records?”
Did I touch a nerve? At the mention of her records, Regina’s brow furrowed slightly as she began to argue back forcefully.
Watching her, I realized she was feeling insecure about something.
“……Don’t tell me. You haven’t been making all your books like this, have you?”
“That’s correct. Until now, everything has been based on what I have seen……”
“……‘The king of the Strong Kingdom took a new concubine every year. It is believed this was to prevent a situation like the one where his mother nearly monopolized the kingdom’s power.’”
“That is……”
“‘The Tetrapod. This monster has a characteristic where it will not die unless its core is precisely cut, and it triples in number over time.’”
I began to recite passages from the books I had read while in this cabin. They were all written by Regina.
I remembered them because I had enjoyed reading them, but it was also interesting that they were all written with accurate information. I couldn’t be sure about the history books, but at least the information in the monster encyclopedias was all true.
Yes, it was all fact. Not her speculation or delusion, but precise fact.
“Those are the books you wrote, right? In those books, there’s no trace of your personal opinion. When you do write your thoughts, you’re very cautious. Why is that?”
“……Even back then, I.”
“It’s probably because you had your ability back then. Right?”
“……”
Regina clamped her mouth shut. Then she glared at me as if in frustration. As a witch who observes and records others, she didn’t seem very accustomed to being observed herself.
If that was the case, I could show her just how unpleasant it is to be observed, and how fucking infuriating it is when those observations are filled with nothing but incorrect information and subjective guesses.
“I heard from my teacher. You didn’t really mind your curse.”
“Yes, my curse doesn’t particularly interfere with my daily life……”
“That’s because back then, all you had to do was literally write down what you saw. Your ability probably told you kindly, right? How to write it, that you just had to write it like this. But now that you’ve met me, someone your ability doesn’t work on, you have no idea how to write… Am I right?”
“……That is not the case.”
“No, you’re wrong. You haven’t been recording anything until now. You’ve just been copying. The Witch of Records? Don’t make me laugh. The Witch of the Copy Machine would suit you better.”
At that, Regina’s face twisted. In this world where science wasn’t very advanced, she wouldn’t have known what a copy machine was, but from the name and the nuance, she must have grasped the general meaning.
And she must have felt her very soul being insulted. She must have felt as if her name, and the magic she was given, had become meaningless…
“If you’re going to do it, do it right. Don’t just half-ass it because you don’t have your ability.”
With that, I returned to my room.
She, who had always stubbornly insisted on observing me from my side, did not enter the room even after a long time had passed.