Chapter 84: Guest
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 84: Guest
After that, I continued to demand harsh things of my teacher.
“Y-You want me to use my mouth? But it was just in… Ugh, okay.”
Without any resistance, my teacher sucked on the object that had just been inside my ass.
“I-I am Yohan’s slave… a sex slave meant only to satisfy your lust. Hah, hah…”
I also made her say things no woman should ever have to utter.
“Hngh- Huuk- Hoooot- Kkuooohk-!”
I even fucked her until she made sounds that were less than a bitch in heat, more like a sow.
These were acts that cast aside all respect for her, not just as a woman, but as a human being with a personality.
Acts that unilaterally sacrificed another person to satisfy one’s own desires and urges… My teacher accepted every single one of them.
Without a single complaint or grievance.
In the end, after that night with her was over, I realized it had become impossible for me to feel fear toward my teacher.
Instead, whenever I saw her, a vile lust would rear its head from the deepest corners of my mind.
Aside from the fact that I had to struggle to hide my erection every time I looked at her, it wasn’t such a bad outcome.
“Ouch…”
At breakfast, as Evangeline went to sit in her chair, she clutched her rear and lifted her hips slightly.
Margaret, who was watching, tilted her head in confusion and asked.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?”
“Nngh- It’s just… uncomfortable to sit…”
“Really? What happened? Shouldn’t you put some medicine on it?”
“I did, but it’s still like this…”
Evangeline said, glancing at Yohan. Yohan just smiled awkwardly and turned his head away. He had been too rough yesterday.
To have ravaged a hole she’d never used before like that… it wouldn’t have been strange if she couldn’t walk, let alone sit, or even if she’d lost control of her bowels.
The fact that she felt no particular animosity toward him despite being in such pain reaffirmed her feelings for him once more. And it also reaffirmed that he had no reason to fear her.
‘How foolish of me.’
How could he have been so scared that his teacher—a woman so proper, pretty, beautiful, and kind—might kill him?
Even students who fear a bully tend to fear them less if that bully is their friend.
Of course, the terror his teacher had shown him was on a completely different level from the fear some punk-ass bully could inspire…
“Yohan.”
“…Ah, yes! Teacher.”
“I need to apply some medicine… Could you help me?”
She looked at Yohan with an expression full of desire. Yohan realized that she wasn’t calling him just to apply medicine.
Normally, he would have refused, but the moment he saw her face, that vile lust reared its head again.
“—With pleasure.”
Yohan had lost to his desire.
Watching Yohan enter the room with Evangeline, the other witches realized something must have happened between the two last night.
They couldn’t easily guess what it would take for the relationship between a man and a woman to change so drastically, so quickly.
However, they felt a sense of anxiety that at this rate, they too would be left behind.
When someone starts running, the rest are automatically left in the dust.
To not be left behind, they had to run.
Or, they had to cut the runner’s legs so they couldn’t run.
The Church Headquarters. The Central Grand Church.
This was the seat of the Pope and all manner of high-ranking clergy.
Elesis was bound, charged with the crime of fleeing the city with tens of thousands of citizens.
Is it a sin to save people? she had argued, but the church establishment, more drunk on killing witches than on saving lives, had no intention of listening to her.
There was only one reason they had kept her alive this long: she knew information about the witches’ organization.
“At least three witches… and they’re living together in one place?”
“…That is correct.”
“Can you take responsibility for those words?”
“In this state, what does responsibility even mean? Do you think I have any reason to lie?”
“That’s true.”
The Church’s inquisitor said, extracting a great deal of information from Elesis. Harboring resentment toward the Church, she had tried to keep her mouth shut as much as possible, but she couldn’t last long before an expert at prying open closed mouths.
By the end, Elesis, who had recalled everything down to the taste of her mother’s milk, collapsed in exhaustion, bleeding profusely.
The inquisitor unceremoniously threw her into a cell and left. Hearing the distant footsteps fade away, Elesis let out a dry chuckle.
‘If I knew it would be like this… maybe I should have just died back there.’
If she had, she could have been martyred instead of being tortured like this. Even if it was a meaningless sacrifice, the Church wouldn’t care.
They didn’t see people as people, but as numbers written on parchment. They were imbeciles so buried in their goal of killing witches that they had forgotten the very reason for their existence.
“Cough-!”
A mixture of blood and pus pooled in her throat, and Elesis choked, twisting her body to spit blood onto the floor.
She looked like she was about to die, but no one cared. This prison was full of people on the verge of death just like her, and many were in even worse shape.
A festival of the living dead. She despaired at the fact that this was where her end would be. Rolling onto her back, she looked up at the moldy ceiling that seemed ready to collapse and, using it as her canvas, made the sign of the cross.
A bright, golden cross, drawn only in her mind, shone down upon her. It didn’t exist, nor did it possess any special power, yet it gave her great comfort and strength.
O Lord, bless us. Save us. Forgive them, who live in sin…
Clank. As if in answer to her prayer, the door to her cell opened, and a priest in vestments appeared.
The priest looked down at the bleeding Elesis, then narrowed his eyes and began to recite a prayer for her.
As befitting a prayer from a holy priest, her body slowly began to heal. As Elesis frowned at this fucked-up act of torturing her only to heal her, the holy knights who had accompanied the priest lifted her up and began to move.
“Where are you… Cough!”
“Shut up. You were not given permission to speak.”
Elesis spat a wad of bloody saliva onto the boots of the holy knights carrying her. The knights scowled at her but didn’t smash her up again after she had just been healed.
Was torture the inquisitor’s domain? Or was it so they could kill her in a clean state before her execution?
Surprisingly, it was neither. Elesis was taken by the holy knights to the Church’s nuns, who adorned her and changed her into a nun’s habit she rarely wore.
“What on earth are you trying to…”
“A guest will be arriving shortly.”
“A guest?”
It was baffling. What reason could there possibly be for a guest so important that they would take her, a woman imprisoned on charges of apostasy, out of her cell, heal her, and dress her up to be presented?
As she stood there, bewildered by the nonsensical situation, the door opened, and the guest the nuns had spoken of appeared.
“Are you the holy knight of that witch?”
His entire body was clad in garments of gold.
Despite the ridiculous color scheme, his charisma was anything but laughable.
Elesis had no idea who this being before her was, but she knew instinctively.
This man was a ruler who stood above all others, the very incarnation of charisma.
“Now, tell me the details of your story.”
He was a man worthy of being called Emperor.
I could hear the sound of an airplane.
A sound I had only ever heard on Earth, a sound I hadn’t heard once since falling into this other world.
“Teacher, did you just hear something?”
“Hmm? Hear what?”
Thinking I might have misheard, I asked Evangeline, but she said she hadn’t heard anything either. I tilted my head but turned my gaze back to the book I was reading.
Some time after that, there was a knock on the door.
Simultaneously, everyone inside the house looked toward the door with tense eyes. This cabin was in the middle of a forest of monsters.
It was an environment where guests couldn’t possibly visit, and there were no guests who would want to.
In other words, the only visitors to this cabin were either witches or witch hunters.
“Should I get it?”
“…No, I’ll get it.”
My teacher hid me behind her as she approached the door. When she opened it cautiously, the woman standing outside began to complain as if to ask why it had taken so long.
“Seriously! I knocked ages ago, why are you just opening it now?”
“…Who are you?”
“A guest, of course! Why else would I come all the way out to a mountain valley like this if not as a guest?”
Caught off guard by the woman who was suddenly yelling at her, Evangeline just stared blankly. The woman walked into the house without a second thought and plopped down on the sofa.
Sitting on the sofa, she crossed her legs and pulled a smartphone out of her pocket. …That’s my smartphone.
“Hey, someone here owns this, right?”
Her eyes met with the witches in the house as she spoke.
“Who is it?”
A guest had arrived.
An uninvited guest, with my old belongings.