Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Disqualified as a Master (2)
Life on the battlefield was extremely irregular.
Wake-up times varied wildly.
Bedtimes did too.
On the front lines, you never knew when something might erupt, so constant vigilance was essential.
With such an erratic routine, it was only natural for daily patterns to fall into complete disarray.
But things changed once he returned to the mansion.
Or rather, it wasn't so much a change as a return to normal.
Before becoming a mercenary, Zeke had been a creature of habit.
He slept at set times and rose at set times.
His schedule was regimented down to the hour.
The influence of his master was profound.
As the saying goes, parents are a child's mirror, and masters are their disciples' mirror.
Thus, it was inevitable that Zeke, Freya's disciple, would adopt her meticulously planned lifestyle.
There's a common misconception about witches.
People assume that witches, with their eternal lifespans, live haphazardly without a care.
Not true.
While many witches do live impulsively as they please, there are also those who, as scholars devoted to magical research, live with ironclad schedules.
Freya was one such witch.
Having been raised under her guidance since childhood, Zeke naturally mirrored her disciplined ways.
His mercenary life had thrown his habits into chaos until recently, but after just a few nights in the mansion, his body seemed to remember the old rhythm, snapping back to it with surprising speed.
Zeke's days now followed a regular routine once more.
His mornings began at 7 a.m. Even if work kept him up late, his eyes would snap open at seven sharp.
Mornings were crucial.
Zeke placed great importance on greeting his master immediately upon waking.
It was the proper duty of a disciple and a sign of respect toward her.
"Earlier than usual."
As Zeke descended the central staircase toward the study, he glanced at the grandfather clock.
It was 6:30 a.m.
He typically rose at seven and paid his respects within five to ten minutes, so this was quite early.
Not a problem, though.
Plans only went awry when you ran late.
The earlier, the better—it gave him breathing room.
That's what he thought.
Until he heard the moan drifting from the study.
"Ha...!"
The moment Zeke grasped the study doorknob, a lewd nasal sound from within made him freeze, hand still on the knob.
What was that...?
He wondered, but experience let him guess the source.
It sounded just like the noise his master made when he'd stroked her there yesterday.
Still fresh in his ears.
Which meant...
His master was in the study right now, pleasuring herself?
Zeke shook his head.
She wasn't the type.
His noble master, masturbating? Absurd.
"Haa... haa... hng...!"
But the successive moans tried to flip his denial into certainty.
He couldn't open the door.
He shouldn't.
She wasn't one to masturbate—yet Zeke was convinced she was, and that conviction kept his hand from turning the knob.
...Better head back.
Too early anyway.
As he turned to leave—
"Ahng... Zeke... Zeke...! Haang...!"
Her voice calling his name made him halt reflexively.
Had she noticed him in the hall?
No.
She had called his name, but it wasn't a summons.
It was her talking to herself.
The voices that followed confirmed it.
"Zeke... uung... Zeke... haeut...!"
A sensuous voice that left Zeke dazed.
The instinctive allure of a woman arousing a man.
He didn't think of her as someone who'd masturbate, but his mind filled with images of her stroking her own folds, lost in the act.
...Pretend I didn't hear and leave?
But.
Zeke gripped the knob again.
I shouldn't open it.
He knew that.
Yet humans yield so easily to desire.
All too easily.
"...It could be an emergency."
She was under a curse.
Maybe writhing in agony, calling for help.
"Heung... Zeke... if you touch there... heeuk...!"
Zeke held his breath, eyes wide.
No matter how he listened, it didn't sound like a cry for help.
There was desperation, but not that kind.
Still, clinging to that flimsy excuse, Zeke slowly turned the knob.
Mercenary life had ingrained a few habits in him.
He moved silently by default.
He often charged enemy lines or infiltrated fortresses.
Erasing his presence with magic had become second nature.
Freya, at the pinnacle of power, might detect it, but not always—especially when focused on something else.
And right now, Freya was utterly absorbed, oblivious to Zeke in the hall.
He cracked the door open.
Just a sliver.
Enough to peek inside.
A sweet fragrance hit him like a punch, twisting his senses.
"...!"
His head spun for a moment.
He nearly succumbed, like prey lured by a monster flower's scent.
Zeke steadied himself and peered in.
The red carpet on the study floor.
At its center, proudly nude flesh.
Mystical pink half-covering that flesh.
His master, who scorned sex as vulgar, had shed her clothes and elegance, sprawled on the floor in heated self-pleasure.
In other words, masturbating.
Crouched, hand wedged between her thighs, moving frantically.
Her toes wriggled uncontrollably.
Her plump buttocks occasionally quivered and bounced.
His master's masturbating form.
Of all things.
"Zeke... more... heung... more, please... hauu...!"
Calling her disciple's name in a pitiful whine as she pleasured herself.
How was he supposed to process this?
The sweet scent stinging his nose proved it wasn't a dream.
A hallucination, then?
No magic aura, so not that either.
What, then?
The answer was obvious.
Reality.
His master, moaning his name while masturbating in real life.
Something unimaginable, something he wouldn't dare imagine, unfolding before him.
"Heu... eut...."
Freya writhed.
She who loved cleanliness and hated soiled dresses was crumpling hers beneath her.
Each twist wrinkled it further.
"...!!"
Restless, she flipped onto her stomach, ass raised toward the ceiling.
A position that exposed her buttocks brazenly to Zeke.
He saw everything.
Her anus, a pretty pink like her hair.
Her pussy, glistening and plump.
And her small hand busy between those luscious thighs.
"Haeng...! Hng...!"
She circled her stiff fingers over her clit.
Drip, drip.
Droplets fell onto her dress.
Zeke, knowing full well, sensed they weren't sweat.
"Heut... I'm a failure as a master... heuk... failure...!"
Saying that, Freya moved her hand faster.
Her words said stop, but she had no intention of it.
Her disciple, witnessing the clit-rubbing show firsthand, held his breath and watched her plump outer lips part to reveal peach-colored inner folds.
His pants tented prominently.
Zeke agonized.
Freya kept calling for him.
Imagining him stroking her pussy, begging in coquettish tones for more.
Fulfilling a master's wish was a disciple's duty.
But...
Was it really okay?
His male instincts roared to satisfy the bitch in heat right now.
Pang pang pang!
His groin ached, urging him to slam into that jiggly ass.
But reason held him back.
There was precedent.
Yesterday's lapse was bad enough; he couldn't repeat it.
"Zeke... Zeeek... heung...!"
Yet Freya wiggled her hips like a bitch in estrus begging to mate.
Of course, unintentional.
Her clit stung from prolonged rubbing, pleasure making her squirm.
His mind reeled. The erotic sight and her sweet, mind-muddling scent threatened to unravel him like yesterday.
Is this a test from master...? No, it couldn't be.
She's enjoying it.
She claimed no lust for her disciple, but this was unmistakably a master's desire for one.
...Alright.
Resolved, Zeke pushed the door wider.
And at that instant.
"Haaaaang...!!"
Freya screamed, knees lifting from the floor as she raised her ass high, convulsing.
Shuddering.
Each leg tremble made her ass jiggle like pudding.
Her master's climax.
"Haa... hauk... uk...!"
She bucked her hips a few times before going limp, collapsing face-down.
Ragged breaths echoed in the room.
"Now... I really need to clean up...."
Freya rolled over, trying to rise.
And came face-to-face.
With Zeke, mouth agape, eyes bulging at the spectacle.
"Eh...?"
Freya blanked out.
The heat in her flushed face drained away.
"Uh... u... th...."
Words stuck in her throat.
In the frozen, awkward silence, Zeke broke it first.
"...G-good morning."
"Hik...!"
"...Master."
"Hik...!"
Tears welled in Freya's eyes.