Ep.3 - Arwen (3)
Ep.3 - Arwen (3)
Chichi didn't stop the other witches. No—she couldn't even bring herself to think of stopping them.
The only thought occupying her mind was why that boy had suddenly thrown himself forward as a sacrifice, and the confusion born from that question.
It was an act she simply could not comprehend. Why? There was nothing to gain from it, so why?
On top of that, this was the same fragile boy who, just moments ago, had been sobbing helplessly after getting his backside beaten raw by her...?
Why?
"Khack! Kkeuheuk!"
The witches who were 'using' Delin for the first time slammed him flat onto the floor and began stomping over every inch of him without the slightest mercy.
Moans laced with pain leaked from his mouth.
The witches had no intention of leaving [Professor Chichi's First Disciple] alone—the boy who had kept them awake for nights on end, their eyes wide open.
The resentment that had been simmering inside them was now being etched directly into Delin's body.
"You fucking whore! I knew it!"
Their rage poured into every violent gesture.
Their hands rained down relentlessly—seizing his body in a tight grip, pinching fiercely.
"See? This is exactly how all men are in the end! What? Disciple?"
Jjiik— Jjik—
The loose clothing was torn away by their furious hands.
Under that rough handling, cuts and scratches began blooming one after another across Delin's body, but Delin only provoked them further, pulling their attention even more tightly onto himself.
"Anyway, you're... just a bunch of cunts who can't even squeeze it right? What, jealous that I'm the disciple, you sluts?"
Even the other women who had been about to head toward Arwen, figuring there were plenty of turns to go around, grew incensed at that provocation and gathered around Delin instead.
How dare a mere piece of teaching material run his mouth like that at the great witches?
Is he insane?
"Eugeup... Khack! I'm not... wrong!"
Delin kept spewing insults without the faintest hint of fear, even as the swarm of women closed in on him.
...Though saying he had no fear wasn't quite accurate—terror and dread were unmistakable in his eyes.
Pinned to the ground and groped roughly by the women, he could feel his future closing in around him.
No matter how stupid a man might be, when you're being stripped naked in this kind of coercive atmosphere, you can guess exactly how things are going to go.
"You dumbfucks! Go ahead and try it...!"
Even so, Delin glared at the witches with every ounce of his will, provoking them.
Even as he spat out those incredibly harsh curses, the way his voice quavered, teetering on the edge of weeping, only stimulated the women further.
Some infuriating little shit who didn't know his place was daring to rile them up—how could they possibly back down from the challenge?
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"Kkeuhup, kkeuheuup..."
With both arms stretched up and pinned above his head, Delin drooled uncontrollably.
Of course, all that drool went straight into the witches' mouths, so he didn't exactly need to worry about it.
"Our dear disciple? You're really something! I guess a prodigy overflowing with talent really is built different?"
His slender wrists were seized by the witches, rendering his arms completely immobile.
What was even harder to endure was the persistent, attentive caressing of the witches, who sucked noisily on areas like his armpits—exposed as his arms were pulled upward—while watching intently for his reactions.
"You dumbfucks... euheut... you think this pathetic shit is enough to...?"
Delin couldn't even get his voice out properly, thanks to his own cock being sucked so violently.
Strength began draining from his legs. No, to begin with, he'd been supporting his weight on just one leg because of Philmark's curse, so his other leg gave out easily without putting up much of a fight.
"Ahh... euup..."
He gritted his teeth hard and tried his best to endure, but under that persistent, malicious caressing, keeping his balance was impossible.
Even if he'd been standing on both feet, he probably would have collapsed in no time.
"Seriously, you're so... kkeuhuk! So fucking bad at sucking! Aren't you embarrassed at a... euhheut!"
The witch who'd been delivering an intensely aggressive blowjob flared up at Delin's provocation. Her mouth made even more obscene sounds as she slurped his erect cock all the way down with a wet schlurrrp.
"Kkeuheuk! Ahhuk! Euheuk!"
His leg strength was already gone, and now even the sensation of ejaculation building along his penis was beyond his control. Delin shuddered helplessly and ended up spilling his semen.
At that wretched sight, the witches cackled with laughter.
Pretending to be tough, when he was nothing but a man.
"You said you'd definitely never cum~? Yeah? Hey there!"
As his body twitched in the aftermath of the electrifying ejaculation, the witches bit and sucked at him ravenously, tormenting him.
His body, now even more sensitive, reacted with perfect honesty to all the various stimuli, and so with just a little bit of torment, the witches could savor a considerable rush of both satisfaction and conquest at the same time.
"Hey. Let's use him too now."
The gazes of the few witches who had just sent Delin over the edge now turned toward Arwen.
There were so many of them waiting for a turn, so splitting up to enjoy both—a perfectly rational decision!
"Hi, hiikk...!"
The boy stumbled backward, utterly terrified.
But there was no escaping from within the firmly shut lecture hall.
However.
"Is that all... you've got... afraid you'll cum first... euh... so you're running away... you loser bitches..."
Delin hurled another provocation at the witches who were now turning their attention toward Arwen.
His voice had long since lost all its strength, but—
those desperate, earnest words, spoken as he struggled to conceal his own frightened heart,
in the end, the witches turned their eyes away from Arwen. They strode back toward the insolent man and rejoined the degrading act of pinning him down and gang-raping him.
"Egeuk... geek..."
"You arrogant little shit! You think you're something special!?"
Violent, female-dominant chakjeong.
A brutal gang rape where Delin, pinned underneath, seemed almost pitiful to behold.
Sex that was more fittingly described as beating Delin with their asses and cunts.
"Ageuk... kkueheuk..."
Worse, the woman mounting him this time was a witch who had always held Chichi in especially high regard.
And so she committed terribly cruel acts against Delin, who had dared steal the title of First Disciple.
Two hands wrapped around his neck.
Those delicate hands, filled with considerable force.
As her rage-fueled choking squeezed and released his carotid artery, deliberately disrupting his breathing, both Delin's body and his cock spasmed and twitched.
"What are you!? You're nothing but a whore with a dick attached! You're less than an insect, just a thing pinned underneath that shoots semen! You understand!?"
The surrounding witches, already steeped in that degradation and violent sex, had no intention of stopping her—they just shrieked with laughter.
They only thought about how to torment the stupid man next, the one who had dared talk back to Lady Witches.
Chichi just watched the spectacle blankly, still unable to understand Delin's actions.
It didn't make logical sense. No—it was something that shouldn't be happening.
With that fragile mentality and exhausted spirit,
it was something that simply couldn't happen, no matter what.
Why the hell?
Why was he doing that?
What in the world was he doing right now?
Why was he there doing that?
Did he know that boy from before?
Were they already acquainted with each other?
Was that why he was taking it in his place like that?
No. There was no way that was it.
The attitude he had shown this morning had plainly demonstrated that they didn't know each other.
And yet, like that?
In that boy's place?
"Why?"
Chichi murmured.
Her face, looking as if her soul had left her, was frozen stiff as though she simply couldn't comprehend anything at all.
Watching Delin endure what he was enduring, a strange feeling began to stir in her,
but Chichi simply could not define what that feeling was.
The one who should have been suffering there was Arwen, the one she had kidnapped and brought here.
But Delin, going out of his way to suffer and be brutalized like that...
"Why..."
Without Chichi herself knowing it, a single tear fell from one eye.
She couldn't even understand that tear.
"A tear?"
Chichi wiped the tear away with her elegant hand.
A tear, of all things.
Strange. But why?
"It's a tear."
Chichi stared at that single drop of sorrow that had melted into water and trickled down, murmuring.
Only after seeing that tear did Chichi realize that she was grieving.
After all, this tear was what everyone shed when they were sad.
Of course, humans could also shed tears when they were sleepy or too happy,
but Chichi could tell. That bitter droplet was sorrow.
"Th-that's enough. Everyone?"
Chichi called out to the witches as she rose from her seat, a little hurriedly.
Now that she had become aware of it, the bizarre sensation flooding her was something Chichi had absolutely no means of enduring, so her heart had apparently grown impatient as well.
"Enough...! Everyone, stop!"
But Chichi's words didn't reach the witches' ears.
The only things reaching their ears were discussions about how to torment Delin next
and the melting, moaning cries that slipped through in the gaps between those discussions.
"I said stop it! Stop! Pipi! Teisa! Mimi!"
Chichi cried out for the witches, desperate.
"STOP!"
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All manner of cuts and scratches, and flesh that had swollen red, soon to turn into bruises.
A body marinated in the women's saliva and juices.
Shivering helplessly in that state, Delin shed a few tears as he replayed the awful moments he'd just suffered and braced for what was yet to come.
"Ev... everyone be quiet! This will all be reflected in your grades! Don't yell! I'm a professor, and you are students!"
Chichi had chased the other witch students out and was now in the corridor outside the lecture hall, embroiled in an argument with them,
"Heuk, hikkeuk..."
and that small, fragile boy who reminded Delin so much of his own childhood—
dragging his body, which trembled with terror, he approached Delin and wept beside him.
"Hyung, hyuungg..."
Delin wanted to say something.
At times like this, the protagonists in other comics or novels he'd read always said something cool, after all.
"..."
But he didn't have much to say. He didn't even have the strength to speak.
"You're okay... good..."
"D-don't die..."
"I won't die..."
"I'm so sorry... because of me..."
"..."
"You idiot... you don't die... please..."
Delin, who had managed to protect the boy this time,
lost consciousness right there, tears streaming down.