Aleister Crowley (3)
"Who am I, you ask? I am the witch who draped the veil of the golden desert over the West, the black mist of the Nile, the underground king of Lancaster—Aleister Crowley."
Her green eyes gleamed ominously, like a swamp harboring deadly poison.
Aleister Crowley was a woman?
"Now that you've heard my introduction, it would only be polite for our cute little one to introduce herself, wouldn't it?"
"Hold on! Who the hell are you to act all chummy with my oppa? You wanna die?"
Jia's jealousy flared up again.
"Tch... tch..."
"Pfft... What's with this little brat? Kid, step aside for a bit. I have some questions for that other little one."
I ground my teeth.
Maybe it was because she was a woman herself, but she seemed to know exactly how to prick at another woman's pride. Was this what experience looked like?
Before I could even react, furious Jia unleashed her Suggestion Voice.
"Die!"
...
"Pfft."
But nothing happened.
"Is that how you're using Shub-Niggurath's power?"
Aleister waved her hand dismissively, as if swatting away a fly, scattering the suggestion.
"H-how...?"
Jia, who had never failed like this in any previous loop, glared wide-eyed.
"Jia, calm down for now."
I grabbed her arm and pulled her behind me. I had no idea what this woman—with magical abilities clearly superior to Jia's—might do next.
"Hooooh?♡"
Had my arm brushed against her skin a little while pulling her back?
Damn, felt kinda bad about that.
Anyway, time to respond to Aleister.
"You wanted an introduction? I'm Yuhan."
"And?"
"And what?"
"I smell that shitty old bastard Gra'hthul on our cute little one. Care to explain how that happened? I'm being very patient right now, you know? Don't even think about playing dumb."
Ah...!
Aleister Crowley had stolen Gra'hthul's knowledge to write the Equinox Book. There had to be bad blood between them.
For now, maybe I should spin the story in a way she'd like to hear.
"I think you're misunderstanding. I don't like that old geezer much either. He's grumpy, arrogant, and talks way too damn much."
Her eyes narrowed slyly.
"Is that so...? So you're close to Gra'hthul after all."
Oh shit.
Was that question a trap from the start?
I forced my wandering gaze to lock onto hers. The eerie energy swirling in her green eyes felt like it was piercing right through me.
"Ugh... Oppa! I hate that auntie. She's seriously pissing me off. Pissing me off so much!"
Whether from anger or whatever, she started thumping my back.
I reached behind, gently took her hand, and then answered.
"You're the one who wrote the Equinox Book, right?"
"Oh ho? You know about my masterpiece? Ufufu. You're a sharp little kid."
Masterpiece?
"Uh, yeah..."
Masterpiece my ass.
You bitch, because of that crap you wrote about the Enzu Niru Voidwhisper magic circle, I almost got eaten by Hastur. What masterpiece? It's kindling at best.
But I couldn't say that out loud.
After all, the forbidden knowledge in the Equinox Book was all based on real facts, and if her head was packed with that magical lore, she couldn't be some ordinary person.
Just look at how she'd blocked Jia's voice without a Satyr Skull Mask.
Her outfit was ridiculously lewd, but this woman was undoubtedly a powerhouse.
If Aleister decided to attack, this loop would end right here.
"Since sis is in a good mood now, I'll let that little miss's slip-up slide."
"Ah, thanks."
"Anyway, explain. What's your connection to that bastard Gra'hthul?"
What connection? What the hell?
If you stole Gra'hthul's knowledge and stuffed it into the Equinox Book, shouldn't you know the book links its owner to him?
I told her I was the owner of the Equinox Book and that reading it had let me commune with Gra'hthul's consciousness.
Of course, I left out the crucial stuff—deaths, regressions, the black space, Cain's Fang.
"What?"
Even though I'd assumed she'd know this already, Aleister's expression was weird.
"What... what do you mean...? Doesn't sound like a lie, but...?"
She furrowed her brow like she'd heard the strangest thing, tilting her head repeatedly. It was a habit when thinking, apparently—she crossed her arms, one shoulder twitching up and down, making those massive tits squeezed against her arms jiggle blatantly.
Breasts so overwhelming that even spreading both hands wide and grabbing them would leave flesh spilling between my fingers...
Poke— poke—
That's when Jia timidly prodded my back with her finger.
"O-oppa... You like 'em big too, huh...?"
She whispered in a voice lacking any confidence, like an ant crawling by.
Don't let something like this get you down.
"Oppa likes Jia's size just fine. So don't worry, got it?"
Sniff!
She snapped her head up like she hadn't been moping moments ago. Sparkling eyes, face blooming like a flower in full smile.
She was this happy just because I complimented her chest? I mean, I couldn't tell for sure since I'd only seen it in her bra.
"Whehehen!!"
I couldn't help but smile at Jia's beaming face, but then Aleister finished sorting her thoughts and spoke up again.
"Kid, you're sure? You read the Equinox Book and got linked to that old bastard Gra'hthul's consciousness?"
"Yes. Though now, even if I try to commune again, it's total silence—I have no idea what's up, but it's definite."
"That can't be...? Wait... could it be Nyarlathotep's influence...?"
I was no expert on magic, but if the chaotic Outer God was involved, anything was possible.
Tremble tremble tremble!♡
"Haaaaahhh!!♡♡"
That's when Su-hee's orgasmic fit started up again.
It had died down a bit, so why was it getting worse?
"Jia! Try it one more time!"
"Yeah! Go numb!"
Flop!♡ Flop flop!♡
"Nnghooooh!♡ O-cock!♡ Hogogoku♡"
It wasn't working at all. What the hell?
Jia looked just as baffled.
"That woman's neural structure is changing. She's becoming less human by the minute. She's already half a lust-beast chasing pleasure alone. No wonder a little girl's voice, tuned only for humans, won't work on her."
That made sense!
As expected from someone versed in magic—she knew things I didn't.
"Then, do you know a way to restore Su-hee to normal?"
"Mm...? Restore to normal...? I could probably snap her out of that state, but..."
Aleister trailed off.
It was like Hastur's attitude. Why should I do free labor?
What could I offer her in return?
After racking my brain, one idea popped up, but it wasn't certain.
I needed more info.
"Miss Aleister—"
"Call me sis."
Sis my ass. If her history's real, she's a centuries-old hag.
But my mouth smoothly lied.
"Ah, yes... Sis."
"Ufufufu."
Made me wanna hurl.
"Anyway, sis, you're on bad terms with this Gra'hthul guy, right?"
"The worst. That old fart tossed me as a sacrifice to Nyarlathotep's apostles. Can you believe it? Treating his one and only beloved disciple like that—what a piece of trash, right?"
"Uh... Disciple?"
"Of course~ His prized pupil. I didn't even learn directly from that geezer, but I mastered all his forbidden knowledge. Doesn't that make me the rightful successor? Oh-ho-ho-ho!"
Setting aside their awful relationship, these two seemed to have eerily similar personalities. Bottomless pride. Arrogance. Self-praise without a hint of hesitation, flowery rhetoric about themselves.
Maybe that's why she could fully absorb his knowledge without direct teaching—personality overlap.
Anyway, I had a hook on the conversation now.
"So, sis, you want revenge on Gra'hthul?"
"Obviously. I'll give him every torment I can, rip out his brain, transplant it into a roasted corpse, and fuse his soul to it. Make him an eternal undead wanderer of the grave—"
She'd clearly been bottling it up, rambling on about revenge methods I didn't even want to know.
This woman was one hell of a psycho too.
How was Su-hee the only normal woman around here?
Makes me even more determined to fix her.
"Sis. Then I'll help you meet Gra'hthul."
"You? How?"
"...Honestly, I don't know for sure, but since I'm connected to him through the Equinox Book, there's a good chance I'll run into him again, right? You can't find him on your own."
It was a bit provocative, but she needed that spice to bite.
"Hehe... Our little one's got some guts. I like it. Alright, shall sis lend a hand?"
I hadn't expected her to bite so fast.
Aleister grinned at me, her eyes gleaming like she'd spotted something tasty—sultry yet ominous smile.
Her smile wasn't burning with revenge against Gra'hthul. It shone like a kid who'd found something really fun... like Jia's innocent grin.
Are all psychos this alike?
Asking this witch for help didn't sit right, but no choice.
"Yes, please help."
"Then we need a contract."
"A contract...?"
"Yooou bet~ The world's a harsh place! You wouldn't know yet, being such a kid. Fufufu. First time with a witch's contract...?"
She drew closer, nasal tone teasing, step by step.
Thud.
Thud.
With each step, her massive breasts bounced up and down, her wide-spread hips dizzying my eyes. My heart raced faster, breath quickening.
And down there, blood was pooling without her even touching me.
This ain't normal.
She was definitely working some spell on me.
"O-oppa?"
Jia, with her animal instincts for anything involving me, called out anxiously.
"Our little miss can watch from there. It might hurt at first... but soon, you'll feel that special thrill only the taken can know. Ufufu...."