Chapter 98: Rearing
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 98: Rearing
After that, Linna began to be reared in this solitary room.
Periodic meals and injections.
“……Get lost. I’m not eating.”
“Oh? But you have to eat.”
“What are you talking about? Witches don’t need things like food— Mmph-!”
Yohan began to forcibly feed the pale porridge to her as she refused to eat. Witches didn’t need to eat, as magic power could substitute for the energy needed for biological functions, but Yohan shoved the food into her mouth as if he didn't know that.
It was a white porridge with no nutritional value, making her wonder what the point of eating this crap was, but surprisingly, the meatless porridge was incredibly delicious.
So much so that she, who had been refusing to eat, eventually started eating with her own hands.
After finishing her meal, Linna quietly looked at Yohan. Then, she flopped onto her back and hugged her legs. Between her widely spread legs, her slender vulva was exposed, pale and prominent.
“You’re going to put it in even if I tell you not to, right? If so, just do it quickly….”
The act of having an unknown liquid injected into her pussy. For her, a virgin, it was an extremely shameful act, but after learning that it led to the annihilation of her curse, she began to spread her legs on her own.
After all, wouldn't he just forcibly pin her down and inject it even if she didn't spread her legs? It was better to spread them herself than to get hurt unnecessarily in the process.
“Going in.”
“……Do what you want. Nngh-!”
Just like before, Yohan thrust the long dropper into her vulva without any foreplay.
She had no idea what it was made of, but it slid deep inside her even without any lubricant like love gel or vaginal fluid.
The dropper, made of a material as hard as glass yet as firm as rubber, mercilessly stimulated the inside of her vagina as it entered.
Then, it stopped exquisitely just before touching her hymen and sprinkled the unknown liquid onto it.
“Done.”
“……Can’t you be a little gentler next time?”
“Gentler? How?”
“You know. Like… using some lubricant.”
“Then you should masturbate beforehand.”
“……You psycho.”
Linna snapped at him. Usually, when she glared at men like this, most of them would bring her what she wanted, but Yohan was not one of those common men she knew.
Watching Yohan leave the room with an attitude so cold it was as if his heart had frozen, Linna cautiously recalled his words.
—Then you should masturbate beforehand.
His cold tone, and the look in his eyes that looked down on her as if she were insignificant.
At this display of masculinity she had never experienced before in her life, Linna felt her heart and lower abdomen grow hot.
“Ah……”
A trickle of fluid leaked from her vulva. Startled, she checked herself.
Thankfully, it was the unknown liquid Yohan had injected earlier.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she vowed to get back at him next time and waited for Yohan's return.
After leaving the room, Yohan went straight to the bathroom to wash his hands, then returned to the living room to drink tea and think about Linna's reaction.
He was trying his best to act cold to avoid forming a relationship with the new witch, but for some reason, he felt that this very behavior was hitting her preferences dead on.
‘Seriously, why is she blushing?’
He could understand her pussy getting wet. He wasn't so sexually ignorant as to spout nonsense like, "She's getting wet, so she must be enjoying being raped!"
It was even more understandable considering that people from this world were slightly different from those on Earth, and that a witch's body was remarkably durable and sensitive even by isekai standards.
For the same reason, he could understand why she spread her legs and ate on her own. He could understand almost everything, but…….
“Linne.”
“Mmph- mmph! Yes, yeees….”
“Is it true that Linna's type is a man who treats her well?”
Linne, who had been inhaling the hot chocolate and chocolate cake Yohan made for her like a pig, was startled and nodded vigorously at him.
Living up to her name as the Witch of Creation, Linne had created body fat over the past few days and become chubby. Seeing this, Yohan gestured for her to just keep eating.
After a moment's hesitation, Linne buried her face in the cake and chocolate and began to inhale the fat.
‘……What the hell is with this bitch?’
Her own twin sister was captured and she had no idea what was happening to her, yet here she was, stuffing her face and getting fat with a completely carefree expression.
Looking at her expression, it almost made him feel as if he were the one who had done something wrong. He even wondered if he'd brought back a retard instead of a witch…….
“Linne, I need something else.”
“Mmph- mmph… Om nom nom….”
“…You can tell me after you're done eating.”
Watching Linne gulp down the cake, Yohan let out a hollow laugh.
In the darkness, only time flows.
In this empty solitary room, a normal person might have gone mad—but a witch would not.
Other than the fear of death, which stimulates primal instincts, nothing could change a witch. At least, that's what Linna believed.
The same was true for this room, steeped in darkness. This situation, where her magic and curse were sealed and she could do nothing, was actually pleasant.
Her entire life, she had been annihilating things. Whether by her own will or not.
But now, she faced true silence. A complete stillness where she wasn't annihilating anything, nor was her body annihilating itself beyond her control.
This was good. Linna didn't realize it, but her current situation was a form of self-contemplation, of meditation, discovered by a monk thousands of years ago and spread throughout the world.
An act that could lead to great enlightenment and ascension to the heavens, or even allow one to cast off such shackles. A sound broke through that act.
“Time to eat.”
Click. Seeing Yohan open the door and enter, Linna quietly opened her eyes. The once-quiet room and her own insides began to heat up the moment she saw him.
She filled her stomach, eating as he wished. In fact, the greatest entertainment during her life in this room was this meal. Next was meditation, and occasionally, masturbation.
Just as she was about to enjoy this daily entertainment, Yohan, looking busy, began to push her down. Seeing Yohan push her down, Linna started to struggle.
“Wai—what are you doing-!? I'm eating…!”
“Sorry, I'm a bit busy today. Stick your ass out. Eat your food or don't, I don't care.”
“What does that… Kyaa!?”
Linna was forced onto her stomach by Yohan's hands. In other words, she was now on all fours, like a dog.
A posture not for a human, but for an animal. Feeling humiliated by such a disgraceful position, Linna snapped and looked back.
“You— Mmph!”
“I told you to be still.”
“Mmph-!”
But Linna was immediately subdued, her head shoved into the bowl of pale porridge Yohan had brought.
Fortunately, the porridge had cooled to a pleasant temperature, so it wasn't too hot. It was just warm enough to feel good. The only consequence was getting her face dirty.
If one were to describe her state, it would be this: with her ass bare, her face was being soiled by a pale, sticky liquid.
That was all there was to it.
“Mmph-!”
But from Linna's perspective, it was a situation so humiliating it was beyond words.
Wasn't this a situation where she wasn't even being treated as a human, let alone a woman? Her head was shoved in a food bowl, her ass presented to the human who was rearing her.
It was shameful. It was only natural that her buttocks would flush red with that shame.
“Going in.”
“Mmph, mmph!”
Because she was mumbling for him to stop, the porridge in the bowl flooded into her mouth. Sprinkled with plenty of seasonings that made it feel good, a conditioned pleasure now flared in her brain.
Meanwhile, the hole Yohan was probing wasn't the one the liquid was supposed to go into. Her cheeks were pressed so tightly together, and it was so dark, that he had made a mistake.
“Uuungh!!”
Seeing her struggle and scream at the fact that the dropper had been inserted into her asshole, not her pussy, Yohan slapped her ass a few times in annoyance.
Smack— smack— A stinging pain washed over her. She, who had intended to resist to the end, found her ass hurt so much that she forgot about resisting and quietly accepted the dropper's violation of her hole.
Yohan, who had been mercilessly probing her asshole, seemed to realize something was wrong, tilting his head as he spoke.
“Ah… this isn't the right hole.”
“Mmph-!!”
As she screamed as if to protest, "You're only realizing that now?!", Yohan apologetically stroked Linna's bright red, swollen buttocks.
After stroking her, he inserted the dropper straight into her slightly wet vulva.
“—!!?”
Witches don't use the restroom, so the inside of her intestines couldn't have been dirty, but it was not a pleasant feeling to have an object that had been in another hole enter her vagina. Absolutely not.
Her face shoved in a bowl of porridge, her ass raised high, a dropper stuck in her pussy... a sight so shameful that if anyone saw it, she would want to kill herself.
“……Linna?”
“Nngh-!?”
Linne, who had grown noticeably plump in just a few days, peeked her head through the doorway and looked at her.
Her eyes met her twin sister's, and Linna began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Uuungh-!”
She had never once come before, but of all times, she reached her climax at this very moment.
Her climax, in such an animalistic state, was seared into her twin's memory.
Before she could make any excuse, Linne slipped away as if she had seen something she shouldn't have.