Chapter 92: The Ritual
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 92: The Ritual
Squelch. Squelch.
As the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed, Beatrice’s body trembled. She had reached her climax, feeling the semen enter her.
Having finished, Yohan carefully pulled his cock out of her body. As it slid out from where it had been jutting out past her abdomen, showing off its form, the semen it had been holding back came pouring out in a stream.
Even after all that semen had flowed out, Beatrice looked down at her still-swollen belly and spoke with a smile.
“Hehe, Yohan. This… my belly’s sticking out. I think I’m pregnant.”
“…You can’t say that in front of others, okay?”
“Huh? Whyyyy?”
Seeing Beatrice tilt her head as if she truly didn’t understand, Yohan belatedly realized what he had done.
He had violated this young girl. This small child, who seemed about half his size. A pure girl with absolutely no sexual knowledge…
The fact that her actual age was several times his own was no help at that moment. Humans were creatures who judged by appearances, after all.
“…Never mind. They’ll find out anyway.”
Yohan realized he couldn’t hide the fact that he had fucked her. If she had been an ordinary girl, he might have been able to deceive her somehow—but she was a witch.
A witch with a curse that prevented her from talking to others, a curse whose breaking anyone would easily notice.
What kind of wrath would his teacher unleash if she found out that he, who had claimed to be going to get ingredients, had actually been out having sex in the wild… Yohan clutched his forehead and looked outside the cave.
The rain had stopped, and a rainbow was rising in the clear sky.
“Hi.”
“Yes, welcome ba—”
Returning to the cabin, Beatrice cheerfully greeted Evangeline, who was waiting for them in the living room. Realizing she could hear Beatrice’s words, Evangeline shot a fierce glare at Yohan, who followed her inside.
Like a guilty man, Yohan hung his head low and couldn’t utter a word. He had, in fact, committed something close to a sin.
Taking another witch without telling his teacher. It was what Evangeline detested most.
“Huh…? Evangeline, what did you just say…?”
“I said, welcome back.”
“Yo-Yohan. Yohaaan—it’s strange, I can hear her.”
“Of course you can. You had sex with Yohan.”
“…What’s sex?”
Evangeline stared at Beatrice in surprise, not having expected her to be that ignorant. Then, she shot Yohan a look that clearly said he’d seduced a girl who didn’t even know what sex was.
He shook his head as if to deny it, but the fact that he had slept with Beatrice remained.
“Sigh… First, let’s eat.”
“Okay. I get it.”
“Yohan. You eat first, too—and when you’re done, come to my room for a moment. Understand?”
“Ye-yeees…”
Yohan, who could roughly predict what was about to happen, already felt a chill run down his spine. He knew his teacher wouldn’t kill him… but to put it another way, she could do anything except kill him.
Even things like draining his semen until he couldn’t get hard even if another woman sucked his cock…
“Haaam—Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
“…Beatrice? Did you just speak?”
“Yep. I did.”
The other witches, who had started coming out to the living room for breakfast one by one, also realized Beatrice’s curse was broken and turned their gazes to Yohan.
Hekaterina, the last to leave her room, also frowned and glared at Yohan upon hearing that he had fucked Beatrice, who was about the same size as her.
Yohan felt it was unfair. Honestly, he hadn’t been the one to pounce on her; it was just a mistake…
At the silent dining table, Yohan endured the longest breakfast of his life.
The firewood burns.
A blue flame rises high into the sky.
Using the flame as a boundary, a group of masked figures begins to dance.
No one questions this ritual, which has been going on for months now. It is an ancient, primitive magic passed down from the distant past. A magic that is certain to succeed, though no one knows when.
This ritual, which continues until it succeeds, has actually brought about an effect. Humans, who should have no such thing as magic power, have produced an effect close to actual magic.
[…You human bastards—what in the world are you doing?]
“Ooh, ooooh! He has come! He has finally come!”
The demon that appeared through the ritual frowned and looked down at the humans who had summoned it. It was a being that normally only a few very powerful witches could barely manage to summon, yet a mere dozen or so powerless humans had succeeded.
The reason was very simple. The ritual they performed possessed such power.
[For months now, it’s been thump-thump, thump-thump—don’t you know how annoying the noise from downstairs is?]
“O, Demon, please grant our wish—!”
[Ha, this is driving me crazy. This method was blocked ages ago, and there are still bastards using this old-fashioned way…]
The demon clutched its face, annoyed at having been summoned by such fools. Having come to the physical world, it would suffer a considerable loss if it simply returned.
[You there.]
“Yes, Lord Demon.”
[I will grant your wish. Speak.]
“My wish is for gold and treas—”
CRUNCH-!
The head of the man who was revealing his desire was crushed, and the demon nonchalantly pointed to the next man and spoke.
[You. Your wish?]
“Uh, uhh… G-go back where you came from! You demon!”
[Smart. But wrong.]
Crunch.
After the second victim, the people realized what they had summoned.
“I-it’s the end…”
[—That wish, I shall grant.]
The demon grinned and smashed the head of the man who had spoken the wish. His, and the heads of everyone else present.
After collecting the souls of the dead, the demon realized the contract was still unfair to itself, but it could tolerate that much of a loss.
[Really, I’m too nice for my own good.]
Muttering this, the demon headed toward the place where it felt the most life force.
My daily routine is very simple.
When I wake up in the morning, I begin my physical training.
It’s to avoid forgetting the techniques Ludwig left me, and also a means to protect my own body.
After morning training, I return to the cabin and prepare a meal. I make sure to throw in plenty of ingredients and magic potions that are good for stamina. Only in my food, of course.
Once that’s ready, I wake the witches, starting with my teacher. After finishing breakfast, laughing and chatting with the now-awake witches, I do some light tidying and cleaning.
When the cleaning is done, I go to the city to get groceries and daily necessities, then return home to read or help my teacher with her magic research.
After lunch, I spend a leisurely afternoon, and after dinner, I scrub every inch of my body clean. A witch who smells another woman on me becomes even more aggressive than usual.
At night, when the moon shines on the earth, the witches of this cabin become as ferocious as werewolves. When I go to their rooms according to their turn—the witches in heat are waiting for me to plant my seed in them.
‘This is exhausting.’
It was a schedule that anyone else would say was so cushy I must be out of my mind, but honestly, I was reaching my limit.
This cabin, where I could do anything, felt only like a prison to me. To be precise, this entire world felt that way.
A medieval era with nothing to enjoy. A backward civilization where the only entertainment was books, women, and alcohol…
And amidst all that, I couldn’t rest a single day from having sex with the witches, and sometimes I even had to do two rounds in one day.
‘I want to rest.’
I know it sounds like I’m complaining about nothing. I know that from the moment I laid a hand on the witches, from the moment our eyes met, this was my destiny.
That’s why—all the more—I want to let go of everything and be free.
“Do I really have to try my hardest and figure out a way to get them pregnant…?”
Muttering to myself, I lay down on the bed, praying that tomorrow, the world would somehow change.
For some reason, it was a lucky day.
My mind was clearer than yesterday, and my body moved better than ever.
At the market I visited alone, I was able to get better quality vegetables than usual, and there was even fish, which was rare to see inland.
I even got my hands on a rare monster’s liver.
‘What’s going on? Is today some special day?’
My luck was so good it made me wonder. I headed for a back alley, grinning from ear to ear as I thought about the dishes I would make with these.
In the back alley, I took out Margaret’s teleportation scroll to use it, only to realize it wasn’t working.
“Ah… So much for my good luck.”
What’s the point of getting such good ingredients? The cabin is a full day’s run from here…
Just as I was wondering what to do with the ingredients in my hands, I started to hear people screaming.
—Screeeaaam!
—It’s a demon!
‘…A demon?’
Thinking ‘As if’, I peeked my head out from the alleyway, and that’s when I saw the demon floating in the sky.
[Hear me, humans. I am one of the 72 Great Dukes of the Demon World.]
Flap— Its black bat-like wings flapped, scattering magic power.
[I am your despair.]
The next moment, a giant barrier slammed down on the city.