Sneaking Out of the Restricted Zone! First Score: The Incomplete Limb Severance Device!
After helping the sulky Sylvia get dressed and stepping out of the hypnosis room, the next couple rushed past with perverted grins on their faces.
'So desperate to get dominated that fast? Eager, huh.'
Seeing them like that always made me feel embarrassed for them and a bit sorry. Was that rude of me? Well, even on modern Earth, there were guys who hit on women outright, pretended not to while doing it, or acted all gentlemanly... but they were sneakier than anyone. Maybe not my place to say as an Earthling.
'...Maybe witches who are upfront about it are better. They might kidnap-summon you, but they stay faithful to one person for life?'
Forcing pervy lust on you, sure.
'Whoops. Not the time to worry about other couples.'
Sylvia was holding my interlaced hand tight, but since she'd refused a kiss for the first time, her eyes were brimming with tears like a sad kitten.
I had to make it up to her with a kiss, quick! I racked my brain for a special kiss that would make her happy.
'This is it!'
The waiting room had other witches and slaves sitting around, but I ignored their stares. I'd already confirmed they obeyed me from the hypnosis, so I acted right away.
"Sylvia. Right now, you're only going to be able to use very weak strength. But you have to desperately resist me?"
"Hng? What do you... Eek...!?"
Sylvia was soon shoved against the wall by my strength. Following orders, she mustered her feeble power to resist me. But with one hand, I pinned both her wrists above her head against the wall. Her eyes, filled with surprise and anticipation, trembled as she looked up at me.
The witches in the waiting room watched us without even breathing.
My command was for a scenario Sylvia would love. Possible only because she was under my hypnotic mind control, obeying anything I said.
Soon, under everyone's gaze, a forceful kiss unfolded. I grabbed her chin after slamming her against the wall and pinning her arms, pressing my lips to hers(?) by force.
"Mmph…♡!? *smack*…♡ *smooch*♡ *kiss*♡"
Sylvia pretended to resist as I'd ordered, but it was pointless. The hypnosis limited her to weak strength. Her wriggling arms were perfectly subdued by my grip, and her lower body was pinned immobile by my knee jammed between her thighs.
"Huum…♡ *kiss*♡ *slurp*…♡ *smack*♡"
Her tongue tangled wildly, trying to escape the kiss but getting caught and mixed with mine. 'Her desperate struggling makes it feel so fresh and exciting?'
Her soft thighs rubbed against me, trying to slip free. I pressed my thigh firmly into her crotch to stop her, and her hips shivered.
"Hup…♡!? *slurp*♡ *smooch*…♡"
With her pussy crushed, my pants got soaked with her juices where we touched. Heh. What a pervy owner. Sylvia kept up her endless(?) rebellion, but her half-lidded eyes were lost in ecstasy, utterly drenched.
The watching witches gulped. My kiss to hype her up was a total success.
When the breathless kiss ended, she gasped like she'd surfaced from underwater.
"Puhah…."
"Good job desperately resisting. You can stop now."
I released the command and her hands, and she snuggled right into my arms. Wrapping her arms around me, she looked up with a smile.
"Hah… haaah…♡ That was so good♡"
"You forgot about refusing the kiss earlier, right?"
"Yeah! My slave is the best, really."
I scooped up the beaming Sylvia in a princess carry and headed to where the hypnosis had ended for everyone. Glancing back as we left the waiting room, the witches who'd watched us seemed fired up with their sub desires. Might've done a bad thing to the other slaves. Figure it out yourselves.
After every witch had been hypnotized under their slave's mind control.
Entrance guard Melanie broadcast the commands each slave had to give their owner.
"Slaves, order your owners not to leave Zone A."
The slaves mumbled awkwardly but followed through. The witches blushed, trembling as they etched their slaves' orders into their minds.
A surreal sight: ruling-class witches voluntarily submitting en masse to their slaves.
Sylvia was among them, eyes full of expectation as she looked at me. I whispered in her ear.
"...Sylvia, that's an order. Pretend you've received a command from me and stay silent."
"...!?"
"...Let's sneak out of the restricted zone and wander around."
"...!!"
Unable to speak, Sylvia nodded vigorously. Good, she seemed thrilled. The witches in Witch City doing who-knows-what creepy stuff creeped me out, but my curiosity won—I'd sneak a peek. Unlike naive new couples, Sylvia and I could handle most shocks.
Melanie gave a few more minor reminders before heading back to work. With mind control on their slaves, the witches scattered worry-free. They could only explore the "decent" zones in the city!
"...Let's slip out that way."
"...!"
Sylvia and I strolled casually to avoid notice, then veered deeper. Once in an alley, I released her silence command and ordered her to use Map and presence detection magic.
Sylvia slyly delayed obeying outright, savoring the forced hypnosis feel before complying. I rewarded her happy face with a head pat, melting her expression.
"You're such a total perv, our owner."
"Ehehe…♡"
She squinted bashfully at being called pervy, lashes fluttering cutely. Alright, let's go!
Doing what you're told not to do is thrilling by nature.
The pamphlet map showed Witch City starting with Zone A nearest the entrance, then B, C, D, and so on.
Hand in hand, fingers interlaced, Sylvia and I headed beyond the restricted Zone A.
"Onward inside! Let's check Zone B first!"
"Heehee. I'll trust only my slave!"
Using the Map magic she'd cast on me—images popping in my head—and the pamphlet, we navigated.
While other couples piled up naughty deeds slowly, Sylvia and I were elite sex pros: slave and noble exchanging lewd service, even finishing with sexual torture.
Here in Witch City, we wanted the real deal, not the pamphlet's boring Zone A stuff.
We soon reached Zone B. Definitely more mature visitors than us. We stood out.
"Sylvia, pull out two robes. We look too young. Let's wear them."
"Couple look…!"
Two same-sized robes came from Sylvia's subspace waist pouch. Waterproof magic coats that auto-resized to the wearer.
In robes side by side, we looked suspicious, but no choice. Sylvia was in cadet uniform—best to cover up.
A crowded building seemed hot, but matching our sneaky thrill, we sought quieter spots. Good choice: we spotted a couple into extreme play.
"Hyah♡♡ Wait a sec... I'll... Ahng! Be waiting...!? James~!! There are customers behind us...!!"
"Mm."
In the quiet building, we saw a lewdly bound witch trussed like dried fish, and a man with a whip.
Red marks dotted her exposed skin; arms and legs yanked back, hung from a pulley—impossible to escape. Sure enough, impossible solo: the slave cranked the pulley down with a rattle, freeing her. She stretched stiffly.
About 170cm, early 30s ponytail witch. Accepting her long-banged slave's shoulder massage, she spoke.
"Ughhh~ Sorry for making you wait?"
Looked painful. She okay? But not my business.
"No. It's fine. You two look really close."
"We do? Hehe. This is James, my slave. I'm Bella, his owner."
Intro time? I glanced at Sylvia and greeted.
"Ah, yes. Nice to meet you. Jin Yuseong. Slave."
"...Sylvia, your owner."
"So how'd you end up here? After repeated failures, we got pushed to this corner—no customers since."
"Just looking for something special beyond the usual spots... What's this place?"
Looked like a smithy, cluttered with metal junk.
"Hm? All Zone B is workshops? Should be in the pamphlet—didn't you check?"
"Ah~"
Damn. Ours didn't have it. Play it off.
"First time in Witch City. Trying to enjoy max by wandering on foot."
"First-timers straight to Zone B..."
'Please just let it slide.'
Luckily, Bella didn't pry.
"Not my business anyway. This is my workshop. Too focused on one magic tool—unfinished, nothing else to show."
Incomplete, huh. Pushed-aside dev's failed prototype? Gotta see. Sylvia looked intrigued too. Telepathy. Soulmates for sure.
"Since we're here, mind if we see the incomplete one?"
"Hehe, sure. Follow me in."
Following Bella and James deeper, we saw a huge capsule linked to tons of pipes. Big enough for a tall person with room left.
Bella placed a hand on it and explained.
"Introducing: my masterpiece, though incomplete—the Limb Severance Device."
"Pardon??"
Limb Severance Device??
"Ahaha! Shocked, huh? Men."
She laughed at my face, opening the lid to show inside.
"Put arms and legs in these slots, activate, and it cleanly severs limbs. Bitter, but a failure."
What the—no cutting off limbs? And failing at that? How do you even fail that?
Frozen horrified, Sylvia stepped up.
"That's... a device to temporarily remove limbs, right?"
Oh, temporary? Makes sense then.
"Mm! Fellow woman, you get it quick? Your slave didn't. Yes! Uses space magic to relocate limbs intact, blocks sensation for sex-toy-like play."
Oh... But do you really need to go that far...?
Unlike my dismay, Sylvia seemed genuinely sympathetic. Sylvia, come on! Sympathizing with what! How far are you gonna go!
"If it's not rude, could you tell us where it got stuck?"
Second harvest. 'Damn. Gotta brace for limb-severing sex? No, it's a failure, right?'
"Relocating to another space and blocking sensation worked, but something's off—after time, the flesh connection fully severs, limbs detach. Theory says even separated, sensation lost, it should reattach fine post-effect. But 40 trials, had to reattach severed limbs. Research funds nearly gone, and my slave James got too shocked seeing me bleed. Thinking of quitting. Don't want him hurting more."
"I'm fine. You're the one hurt, Bella."
"No, James. Watching hurts more. Enough now. Let this guy go soon."
Whoa... 40 times? Casually dropping a bloodbath story like that.
"Time's the issue?"
"Hm? How'd you...? Yes. 40 trials got it to 5 minutes, but started at under 30 seconds before trunk-limb link broke."