Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title:Curse (4)
Witch of Seduction, Seduser.
She took immense pride in herself as a woman, proving it by filling her womb to the brim with semen.
Males across all creation sought to impregnate attractive females for reproduction—it was the natural order of things.
So, as she shook her hips passionately and watched men ejaculate inside her, she reveled in her own allure as a desirable woman.
Magic came into play sometimes during the process.
But so what?
Whether seduced by magic...
Or by her beauty...
The fact remained that they were utterly captivated by her.
Brimming with confidence and haughty pride, Seduser boasted to herself, 'There's no man in this world I can't seduce!'
She believed it absolutely.
Then she met the man who shattered that belief.
Aside from being one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen, he was just an ordinary mercenary.
He caught her eye.
Appearance was the key factor when choosing a man.
Competent or incompetent, as long as he passed the looks test, that was enough.
And this man passed with flying colors.
It had been a long time since she'd seen such a delicious specimen.
Seduser tended to him with the devotion of a saintess, slipping in several bouts of sexual appeal along the way.
Pretending it was an accident, she rubbed her breasts against his body. While picking something up, she stuck out her ass, giving him a full view of her panties.
But that wasn't enough.
Seduser cast a seduction spell, ramping up her advances.
Let's check out the size of his dick...
This should have him hooked by now. She glanced down at his crotch.
...Huh?
No erection.
No matter how strong-willed a man was, her seduction magic amplified lust to the point where they couldn't help but get hard.
Yet his lower half remained utterly unresponsive, as if his sexual function had been completely lost.
In truth, the man had been indifferent to Seduser from the start.
He wasn't affected by her seduction magic at all.
Seduser's competitive spirit ignited, and she pulled out every trick to tempt him.
In the end, she failed.
It was a massive shock.
A scratch on her pride.
How dare he embarrass me...!
She decided to punish the man who had wounded her ego.
She cursed him.
Now, whenever he smelled a woman's arousal, he'd suffer severe headaches. And the moment he tried to insert himself into a woman, he'd pass out against his will.
Everyone except one person.
Everyone but her—Seduser.
But of all the timing...
That man turned out to be the disciple of Freya Astellin, a witch revered in witch society...!
She'd touched something she absolutely shouldn't have.
She'd heard Freya was raising a disciple, but she never imagined it would be this backwater mercenary doing grunt work.
"You cast a curse on him, didn't you?"
Mana hummed with vibration in the air.
Seduser swallowed dryly.
She couldn't resist.
Doing so would mean instant death.
Resistance was futile anyway.
The Witch of Sorrow was a 20th-circle witch, while the Witch of Seduction was only 17th-circle.
By human standards, 17th-circle was an unattainably high realm, but it was child's play before a 20th-circle.
"There are two main ways to lift the curse."
The cold voice made Seduser tremble.
"One, the one who cast it undoes it."
Basic common knowledge.
Every curse had a caster, and the caster could dispel it.
Though some curses couldn't be undone once cast.
Curses that became independent the moment they left the caster's control were beyond even their power.
"Two, eliminate the one who cast it."
By removing the caster, the mana composing the curse dissipates.
Crude, but for Freya, it was simplicity itself.
Killing one person? A flick of her finger would do.
Freya valued life, but when it came to her disciple—precious as her own child—she was ready to bloody her hands.
Especially since...
She'd been interrupted at the very moment she gathered the courage to offer her virginity to him, regenerating even her hymen with Complete Regeneration.
It had been ages since she'd been this furious.
"I-I'll lift it right now!"
Seduser, who had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, scrambled to her feet in a panic.
"Stay put."
The mana-infused voice echoed through the room.
Seduser's body froze.
The mana swirling around her felt like it would explode at the slightest touch.
"I was talking to myself. I didn't give you a choice."
To Zeke, she was a kind, loving, adorable master. But at her core, the Witch of Sorrow was a ruthless, merciless witch.
Respect bloomed from fear.
Witches revered the Witch of Sorrow not just for her selfless protection of their safety, but for the overwhelming awe her power inspired.
"I-I didn't know!"
Seduser blurted out desperately.
"I had no idea he was Astellin-nim's disciple. I swear."
"Does ignorance forgive everything?"
"Well..."
"It doesn't. Ignorance can be a sin depending on the situation. And yours is."
Freya spoke softly, deliberately.
A beautiful voice.
But the words it carried were lethal.
"Any witch would know how vile it is to meddle with another's mana circuits."
"Th-that..."
"Not content with merely touching his mana circuits, you infused them with your own mana. Curse mana, no less. On my disciple."
Freya's pink eyes gleamed with fierce intensity.
Whoosh!
The mana in the air ignited into flames.
The fire began to scorch the room.
"I was wrong! I'm truly, deeply sorry!"
Seduser groveled frantically, begging for mercy.
Honestly, she felt wronged.
She really hadn't known.
If she had, she never would have touched him.
If he'd just had a disciple's brand or something, she'd have owned up to her mistake immediately.
Still, she had to beg.
Bowing before the strong was the weak's role.
The flames grew fiercer.
The heat intensified.
Naked as she was, Seduser felt her skin start to blister.
At this rate, she'd burn to death.
That's when it happened.
"Master!"
Zeke, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward.
"Please calm down first."
"Zeke, don't interfere."
"Calm down. This is going too far."
Seduser nodded vigorously inwardly.
Too much!
Way too much!
She wanted to chime in agreement.
"Why is this too far?"
Freya tilted her head.
"Tampering with mana circuits means she could have killed you if she'd wanted. As your master, how could I let someone who threatened your life go free?"
Freya's eyes, brimming with killing intent, fixed on Seduser.
"She deserves to be burned alive."
Freya moved her finger.
Mana flowed from her fingertip.
It drew a line.
The line formed a magic circle on its own.
"Master!"
Zeke hugged Freya from behind.
To soothe her, he gently stroked her belly.
The violently churning mana quieted down.
"Ah... Nngh... Wh-what...?"
Freya's body stiffened with tension under Zeke's large hand caressing her lower belly.
"Please calm down."
She hadn't realized Freya was actually ready to kill.
He'd thought they'd resolve it peacefully through talk.
But thinking back, this was just like his master.
When he was a child and got badly mauled by wolves in the forest, she'd burned every wolf in that forest to extinction.
Anything that posed a threat to Zeke, she eradicated without mercy.
He'd forgotten.
"I'm truly grateful you care for me so much. But I don't want you getting blood on your hands because of me."
"But... Ah...!"
"Please."
Zeke continued gently stroking Freya's lower belly.
The mana settled even further.
Stroking her lower belly was surprisingly effective.
Freya hunched her shoulders and lowered her head.
Pink hair cascaded like a curtain.
Through the strands, her face was flushed red.
Watching this, Seduser realized.
That man wasn't just an ordinary disciple.
He was more than that.
He was the man the Witch of Sorrow loved.
She'd touched something she truly shouldn't have.
Seduser enjoyed stealing other women's men as a hobby, but she always checked their status first.
She was careful to protect herself and toe the line.
This wasn't just any man—it was the Witch of Sorrow's beloved. No wonder she was this enraged.
Still, hope glimmered.
"Astellin-nim...!"
Freya, who had been hunching and twitching, lifted her head.
"...What?"
The anger on her softly flushed face had faded.
"Would you grant me a moment alone to speak? In mercy?"
"Mercy? ...Ngh..."
"Master."
"Zeke... Stop..."
"Master, let's try talking it out."
Well done!
Great job, disciple!
Seduser cheered Zeke on inwardly.
"I'll remove the curse on your disciple right now."
Seduser snapped her fingers.
A pink thread unraveled from Zeke's body.
It crumbled into powder and vanished.
"It's gone. Check for yourself."
Freya pressed her lips tight, maintaining a blank expression as she examined Zeke's mana circuits.
"...It's removed."
Seduser nodded vigorously.
But she wasn't fully forgiven yet.
The lingering mana in the air still targeted her.
She had to handle this cleanly to avoid backlash.
"As an apology, I'd like to offer Astellin-nim a small gift... Could we talk privately for a moment?"
Zeke kept gently stroking Freya's lower belly, urging her to give it a try.
"...Fine, whatever."
She was endlessly weak to her disciple.