Chapter 82: Inner Flesh
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 82: Inner Flesh
“Ugh, I feel alive again…”
Evangeline and Margaret, having gulped down their hot chocolate, let out long, alcohol-laced sighs and slumped over the dining table, the hangover finally starting to subside.
As the two large-chested women pressed their upper bodies onto the table, their massive breasts spilled out across the surface.
I was stealing a glance at them when I felt a stare on me and quickly turned my head away with a start.
“…Fucking pervert.”
“What did I do?”
Hearing Hekaterina’s remark, the two witches tilted their heads as if to ask what was going on, then looked at me with inscrutable smiles.
But they seemed to lack the energy to maintain their smiles, slumping back onto the table once more.
“Just how much did you drink?”
“I dunnooo…”
“And why did you suddenly drink so much? Teacher, I thought you didn’t really like alcohol.”
“…It’s because of you.”
“Sorry?”
Her voice was as faint as a crawling ant, so I couldn’t hear her properly and asked again. My teacher just shook her head as if it were nothing and buried her face in the table.
She was not in a good state. I put a pot of water on to boil.
“I’ll make some hangover soup. You should eat.”
“Mmm, thank youuu…”
“Don’t mention it.”
I tossed vegetables like bean sprouts and all sorts of other ingredients into the pot, finishing it off with a dash of magical seasoning. The kind of magical seasoning that maximized the flavor of any ingredient, making anything delicious.
As I closed the lid and let it simmer, I thought about why my teacher would get so wasted. No matter how much I thought about it, there weren’t many reasons…
Could she be pregnant with my child?
I had been shooting my load without a second thought. But could a witch and a human even have a child that easily?
It wasn’t impossible, but it couldn’t be that easy. If it were, humans would have impregnated witches long ago, and the world would be overrun with half-witches.
“Alright, Teacher! Margaret! Eat up and get some rest!”
“Okayyy…”
“Mmm…”
As I served the witches their breakfast, I looked at my teacher. Her face was worn out from the hangover, yet she was still beautiful.
To think that such a beauty might bear my child… it would be a truly fantastic thing.
“It’s impossible.”
“Huh…?”
“For a witch to bear a human’s child, I mean.”
Regina answered thusly after hearing Yohan’s question. A witch cannot have a human’s child.
But Yohan, who knew of a counterexample, tilted his head and asked again.
“But… I know someone who’s already done it. A man named Ludwig…”
“The one who had a child with the immortal witch? That was a special case. Under normal circumstances, it’s impossible.”
“A special case?”
“Yes, a special case.”
She explained that Ludwig was able to have a child with the immortal witch because of her magic, and that it was an extremely rare and special case.
“The immortal witch’s magic can be cast on other living things. She must have cast her immortality magic on the sperm that entered her. That way, the sperm didn’t die and was able to fertilize her… Such cases are exceedingly rare, so much so that they aren’t even worth including in statistics.”
“…I can use magic, too.”
“Yes, I know. I know you have magic power, Yohan, and that you possess magic. But that alone is not enough. If impregnating a witch were that easy, this world would be ruled by witches.”
A witch, her entire body enhanced by magic power, possesses resistance and immunity far superior to that of a human. They rarely suffer from minor illnesses, are immune to plagues that can wipe out human populations, and have a high base immunity.
The same applied to their female organs. Any sperm that entered the vagina would be completely devoured by things like enhanced acids and white blood cells. There was no way for it to break through a witch’s biological immunity and reach the uterus.
It made no difference even if the man could use magic. The sperm would never be enhanced enough to impregnate a witch.
“So, it’s unlikely she’s distressed because she’s pregnant. There must be another reason.”
“…Did something suddenly change?”
“If the reason doesn’t lie with her, then wouldn’t it lie elsewhere?”
“Elsewhere?”
“In this case, Yohan. You are the problem.”
“Me?”
Yohan tilted his head at the suggestion that he was the problem. What could he have possibly done to make Evangeline so worried that she’d drink herself into a stupor?
As he racked his brain, unable to think of anything, Regina chided him for his ignorance.
“Are you aware that you’ve been avoiding Miss Evangeline for some time now?”
“…I haven’t.”
“You must have some inkling. I don’t know what made you think that way, but… what, did you have a late realization? That the woman you embrace is not just a beautiful girl, but a witch capable of burning the world to the ground?”
At those words, Yohan’s lips sealed shut. Indeed, she was right on every point. Thinking back, his perspective on Evangeline had changed since that day.
He had come to realize she wasn’t just a beautiful witch who could use a little magic, but a literal walking nuclear bomb. A being he couldn’t even stop with his own magic, no less.
If he were stuck right next to her, maybe, but a nuclear explosion she created with her magic was a phenomenon Yohan’s magic couldn’t stop. Just as he could block the fire she breathed, but couldn’t extinguish the flames that spread to the trees as a result.
“…It was my fault.”
“Yes, and witches are more sensitive than you think. She likely realized you were distancing yourself from her long ago—she might even try to kill you before you can betray her.”
“N-No way. My teacher would do that to me?”
“Do not underestimate witches. Most of them are beings who have festered and sickened for hundreds of years, lost in their own worlds…”
The word yandere flashed through Yohan’s mind.
His teacher had never shown that side of herself directly, but he had occasionally seen her act possessive.
She would react strangely whenever he seemed close to other witches…
So, what you’re saying is… right now, I’m—
Being obsessed over by yandere witches. Is that it?
After my consultation with Regina, I tried to get a grip on myself. In other words, I tried to make myself feel that my teacher wasn’t such a frightening being.
The fact that I could already fuck her like a dog whenever I wanted wasn’t much help.
This was a fear born from a belated realization about witches. It was like finding out the girl I’d been sleeping with was actually the President of the United States’ daughter—a situation made more terrifying by the revelation of her true identity.
It was a difficult thing to overcome on my own, so I went to see an expert.
“…And that’s why you came to me?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“You bastard, am I not scary to you?”
“Honestly? Not really.”
Hekaterina scowled at me for coming to her for such a reason. Was it because I was asking the witch of fear how to overcome fear, or was it because I said I didn’t feel any fear towards her?
After glaring at me for a moment with a heavy sigh, Hekaterina shared a few methods she knew.
“First, you can just fight her and win.”
“Impossible. No way. How can I fight my teacher?”
“Then have a sex battle or something, you fucking prick.”
“Hmm… I already win at that, but it’s not working. Next.”
Hekaterina listened to me with a dumbfounded expression before revealing the next method.
“Second, you just accept the fear.”
“Accept the fear?”
“Yeah. Courage is about overcoming fear after you’ve already accepted it. So be courageous.”
Hearing that, I closed my eyes for a moment and thought about my teacher. What was the source of my fear of her? It was after I learned she was a being who could crush a crowd of humans to death with a single finger, and after I realized she felt no guilt whatsoever for it.
In other words, she was telling me to accept a being who could kill me at any moment without feeling a single thing.
“…That sounds hard.”
“This is hard, that is hard. What do you want me to do?”
“Isn’t there an easier, better way?”
“There is one more thing.”
“What is it?”
“Understand the witch.”
As I tilted my head, not understanding what she meant, Hekaterina let out a deep sigh and began to explain the mechanics of fear.
“People fear what they can’t understand. So, try to understand witches. Why they kill people without hesitation, and how they can still smile afterward. Delve into the witch’s soul.”
“…Understand her.”
“Now I see you’re really human. That man was better. At least he seemed to have tried to understand witches.”
Bringing up Ludwig, whom she had killed, Hekaterina kicked me out. Thrown out by her, I carefully mulled over her words.
—Try to understand the witch.
—Delve into the witch’s soul.
That was it.
I knew nothing about my teacher.
Why she hated the Church, how she could kill humans so casually.
Nothing at all.
Late at night.
Evangeline lay forlornly in bed, sucking her thumb. She longed to feel Yohan’s warmth, but tonight was not her turn.
On a lonely night where both body and soul grew cold, Evangeline felt herself turning to ice.
Knock, knock—
“…Who is it?”
—Teacher, may I come in?
“Yohan!?”
Hearing her disciple’s voice, Evangeline immediately sat up, tidied her hair, and cautiously opened the door.
Beyond the door stood her disciple with an awkward expression. It was supposed to be Hekaterina’s turn tonight, so why was he here…?
“What about Hekaterina?”
“I was with her this morning.”
“That was fast… So, what brings you here?”
“Can we talk inside?”
“…Come in.”
Evangeline carefully let her disciple into the room. Her heart was already starting to pound, wondering what he was about to do.
Clutching her racing heart, Evangeline looked at Yohan.
“Is there something you need to talk about?”
“Talk… Yes, there’s something I need to discuss.”
“What is it…? If you don’t mind telling your teacher, go ahead. I’ll listen to anything.”
At her words, Yohan gazed at Evangeline intently. On the outside, she was an incomparably beautiful woman, but within her dwelled a being like a crawling, chaotic abyss.
Thinking back now, he had never once had a relationship with her while being aware of that fact. He had only ever loved her shell, which was why he’d grown terrified and distanced himself when he learned of her inner nature.
That meant the time had come to love her true self as well.
“I came because I want to be with you, Teacher.”
“Wh-What?”
“From head to toe, leaving nothing out.”
“Wha-What?”
Pushed by Yohan’s hands, Evangeline fell helplessly onto the bed. I mean, she was happy about it, but—s-so suddenly?
But Yohan, having already made up his mind, showed no hesitation and naturally began to reveal her inner flesh.