Chapter 90: Sin
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 90: Sin
[D-David?]
[──Ẻ̴͈̫̙̱̤̝̥̯̣̖͎͇̼̘̯̦̄̐̉̑̈̈͜͜m̶̧̢̛̮̣͉̻͙͉̱͇͎̣̰̳͑̑͆̉̈́̇͘͜͜͠͝ͅ ̶̡̢̼͙̙̑̍͐̌̅́̿́͛̂͌͝P̷̨̩̩͎̲̝͈͓͆ͅl̴̡̡̛̺̦͈̪̼͙͈͉̱͎͓̳̥̖͕̉̔͌̒̕̚͠e̷͔̝̩̳̲̳̩̺̤͔͇̠̻̠̊̂̊̌͒̑̔͊̀͐̎̆̇̍͜͝h̷͓̥̟͉̣̰̼̯̘̄̎̈͌̾̀̈́̈́͘͜]
[Aaaaaah!!]
“…This isn’t scary at all.”
“Yeah, I don’t get why people are scared of stuff like this. Can’t you just get rid of ghosts with magic?”
“…Teacher, please.”
After getting my smartphone back, I watched the movies on it with the witches. There was a wide variety, including a few horror films.
I’d started watching them because I wanted to see my Teacher and the other witches tremble in fear, but there were a couple of problems.
First, the witches couldn’t understand the language in the movies. They couldn’t read the subtitles, either.
Second, the fundamental premise of horror movies—the concept of an ‘unstoppable enemy’—didn’t apply to the witches at all. It was absurd to think that a witch who could single-handedly cause a nuclear explosion would be frightened by a mere evil spirit that could, at best, torment a few people.
Thanks to that, the witches felt no fear whatsoever watching the horror movies. Just as I was feeling like there was no point in recommending them, I spotted Beatrice trembling all by herself.
“…Beatrice?”
“N-No!”
“What isn’t?”
“I’m not… scared.”
“…Aha.”
Seeing Beatrice tremble, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Early the next morning, as Yohan got out of bed to start his day, he turned his head at the feeling of a hand tugging at him insistently.
Beatrice was there. She was staring at him intently with an expression that seemed to be asking for something.
“What’s wrong? Do you need something?”
“…Yeah.”
“What is it?”
“I want to make a doll.”
“A doll? Then you should make one.”
“…I don’t have any materials.”
As Beatrice spoke, she hugged the doll in her arms even tighter. Yohan looked at her for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
“Alright. I’ll buy you some next time I go to the village.”
“Nn- that’s not it….”
“It’s not?”
“Come with me.”
Her request to go gather materials for a doll so early in the morning was so incredibly childlike that Yohan just stared at her for a moment before sighing in resignation and nodding.
Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen her make a single doll since she’d come to this cabin. Considering she was someone who loved making things so much that she used to create hundreds, even thousands of dolls, she must be holding in a tremendous amount of frustration by now.
I can just train when I get back, Yohan thought. He left a note on the dining table saying he was stepping out with Beatrice for a bit, and then they left the cabin.
They made their way through the forest. Beatrice moved among the trees, stroking their trunks or sniffing them to check their quality.
As Yohan marveled at her ability to judge their condition with such simple actions, Beatrice found a suitable one and pointed at it.
“This one. I’ll take this one.”
“Okay. How are you going to carry it?”
“Yohan, you carry it.”
“…It looks a little heavy. Can’t you ask your dolls to carry it?”
“Ah.”
As if she’d just remembered, Beatrice took out a few small plush dolls. When she breathed life into them with her magic, they transformed into little dwarves.
The dwarves immediately saluted Beatrice, then quickly tore the tree from its stump and began carrying it back to the cabin.
“Be safe- don’t get lost-.”
After saying goodbye to her dolls, Beatrice resumed her stroll through the forest to look for more materials. Watching her, Yohan realized he wasn’t particularly needed here.
Gathering materials, carrying them—wasn’t he unnecessary for all of it?
Just as he was feeling puzzled about his own presence and was about to let out a huge yawn, Beatrice glanced back at him and tilted her head.
“…Yohan, are you having fun?”
“Hm? Am I having fun? Well…”
“No. Yohan is having fun.”
“…Is this supposed to be the fun part?”
Yohan looked at Beatrice with an awkward expression. Beatrice huffed lightly and nodded.
She reached out and took his hand, then began to explain why she was so happy, a wide grin on her face.
“Of course, it’s fun because I’m alone with you like this. Aren’t you having fun?”
“…No, I’m having fun too. Yeah.”
“See-?”
Only then did he understand why Beatrice had brought him along. It had been a while since he’d done anything with just the two of them.
Yohan’s world had countless witches, but Beatrice’s world did not. In her world, there was only Yohan.
With Yohan, her only channel of communication, constantly going out, Beatrice must have felt incredibly lonely. And so, she had wanted to monopolize him like this.
Reading her heart, Yohan smiled warmly and squeezed her hand tighter. Beatrice’s face flushed as she beamed and walked forward.
“Ah.”
But it seemed the world didn’t want the two of them to have their fun. A hole opened up in the sky.
It began to rain.
“It’s raining…”
“Beatrice, this way.”
Yohan led Beatrice to a nearby cave.
It was a den dug out by a monster to use as its nest.
Since Yohan had already hunted the monster, the den was currently unoccupied.
Stepping into the cave, Yohan shook the rain from his clothes and began to wring them out. He’d only been in the downpour for a few seconds, but the rain was so heavy that a shiver started to run through his body.
“…Yohan, are you cold?”
“The weather is a bit chilly.”
“Here… Ah, my clothes are wet too.”
Beatrice, who had been about to hug him, realized her dress was also soaked through. Since her dress had more fabric, it was even wetter than Yohan’s clothes.
She glanced down at her wet dress for a moment, then nonchalantly stripped it off and tossed it aside.
“Beatrice…?”
“Yohan, you take your clothes off too. It’s warmer this way.”
“No… where did you learn that?”
“I read it in a book.”
Although she was cursed to be unable to speak with people, it didn’t mean she couldn’t read. Setting aside the question of who taught her to read…
If it had been knowledge learned from some strange book, Yohan would have scolded her. But unfortunately, huddling close to each other in a survival situation was, in fact, something written in actual first-aid books.
Yohan looked at her for a moment, then sighed as he saw Beatrice staring at him, urging him to hurry up and take off his clothes because it was cold. He stripped off his clothes.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, his underwear hadn’t gotten wet.
“Ngh- …It’s cold.”
“Well, of course. You were just wearing wet clothes…”
“What do we do to get warm?”
“Well, move our bodies, or-.”
When their cold bodies touched, Beatrice felt even colder than when they were apart. As she asked what to do, Yohan explained the methods he knew.
Hearing that moving their bodies would warm them up, Beatrice didn’t wait. She immediately began to move back and forth on top of Yohan.
It was the most efficient way to move without separating from him, and as she did, her body slowly began to generate heat.
“B-Beatrice?”
“Hngh- Heut- Haaat- Yohan, you do this too… Hurry, it’ll warm you up… It feels good, too…”
Pressing her crotch firmly against his, Beatrice began to move back and forth, essentially masturbating against Yohan’s body.
The fact that she herself didn’t think of this act as particularly wrong made it feel all the more sinful. Yohan, feeling the sin of trampling on her innocence, hugged Beatrice tightly.
Unable to move back and forth anymore, Beatrice looked puzzled and began to struggle to get out of his embrace.
“Yohan, I can’t breathe- Let go, let gooo…”
“…No, let’s just stay like this for a moment.”
“Haa, haah- I can’t… can’t breathe… Yohaaan…!”
Only when he felt her hand tapping his arm did Yohan let go. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized she had stopped grinding against him.
Perhaps because of all the gasping and struggling in his arms, Beatrice seemed to have warmed up enough and didn’t start moving her hips again.
‘It’s wet…’
But perhaps that simple act had been enough to arouse her, as Beatrice’s underwear, pressed against Yohan’s, slowly began to grow damp.
They had huddled together to get warm, but now it was damp like this—Yohan scratched his cheek in awkwardness and waited for the rain to stop.
CRACK-BOOM—!
The rain showed no signs of stopping, and now it brought thunder and lightning with it.
A deafening roar echoed inside the cave. Flinch-! Beatrice, held in his arms, flinched and began to tremble.
“…It’s not.”
“Hm? What’s not?”
“…I didn’t pee.”
She protested that her wet underwear wasn’t from peeing. Yohan hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even asked.
But Beatrice, with tears welling up in her eyes, sat up and slowly began to pull down her underwear.
“It’s not pee… really…”
“Okay! I believe you! I do!”
“…Liar. You thought I got scared of the thunder and wet myself, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t! I really didn’t!”
“It’s not pee, it’s- pussy juice…”
“Did you learn that word from a book too…”
Watching Beatrice, who had completely removed her underwear and was now nodding, Yohan covered his eyes.
A sigh escaped him.
Now completely naked, Beatrice began to hug him again.