The Witch Falls for the Black-Haired Curse

The white-haired witch approached me completely defenseless. “Go ahead.” She had even stepped out of Syucali’s body and distanced herself from the hostage. It was a total disarmament. Whether she was being reckless or simply looking down on me, I couldn’t tell. Still, I didn’t underestimate her. She wouldn’t approach without some kind of plan. On the contrary, her boldness struck me. It showed how deeply she trusted her own power, confident she could win even while giving me a handicap.

Aside from her twisted hobby of taxidermying male corpses, she was purely a strong existence. I had no desire to deny that. The fact that she traveled alone, and the subtle implication that it didn’t matter even if I learned her true identity, told me exactly what kind of being she was. She hadn’t survived this long by luck.

“Very well.” I reached out and pulled the girl into my arms. Her body felt soft and yielding, like something freshly born. “Hehehe.” The witch let out a pleased laugh, apparently enjoying the contact with her materialized form.

I gazed at the laughing girl and activated the spell. My mana stretched toward her. This kind of sorcery required a long casting time, making it impossible to use in the middle of combat. The witch could shake it off whenever she wanted, just as I had once undone her own spell. Yet she simply watched as my magic took form, observing how it flowed and how it drew near.

“It’s no different from any other sorcerer’s spell.” She sounded slightly disappointed. Even after I had displayed the full capabilities of S-rank sorcerer Besta, the witch swallowed my mental pollution without resistance.

“Is this the end?” I wondered how solid her mind must be for my spell to dissipate so pathetically.

“Yes.” She truly was a witch. An untouchable existence who only offered chances to her inferiors when she grew bored.

“As a sorcerer in my current state, this is the limit of my ability.”

“Hehehe, then you belong to me now.” I could already picture my own fate among the taxidermied corpses in her secret room.

“It’s not over yet. From now on, I’ll face you as the black-haired one.”

“Hm?”

My hand slid downward. I caressed her delicate pelvis with a slow stroke.

“What are you doing?”

“Have you ever heard of the Black-Haired Curse?”

“The Black-Haired Curse? Heh… hehehe… haha… Of course I have. It’s the rumor those people spread so they could slaughter every last member of the black-haired royal family.”

So this witch knew the truth as well, that the Black-Haired Curse was nothing more than propaganda created by the white-haired faction to overthrow the old dynasty.

“That curse is real.”

“Hoo… so the curse is real.” Her interest was immediate. As a being who lived for entertainment, she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“And through that curse, I can perform mental pollution.”

“Heee…” The smile that had faded from her face returned.

“I’ll break you with my own cursed sorcery.”

“Pu… puhahaha.” The girl threw her head back in roaring laughter and reached up to stroke my neck and jaw. “From my own experience, I know it’s not a lie.”

She knew exactly what had happened. She had slipped into Besta’s body, coupled with me, and climaxed again and again. Remembering how I had left the bedroom that night, I had concluded this was the only way to defeat her. Among all the abilities I possessed, this was my strongest card.

“But must I really grant that request?”

“I consider this an extension of the mental pollution spell. Besides, you never said I only had one chance.”

“What if I refuse?”

“The version of you I’ve seen wouldn’t.”

“On what basis do you say that?”

“Because ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you’re smiling right now.”

“Hehehehe…” Her expressions laid bare exactly what she liked and disliked. Most people tried to keep their faces blank to hide emotional weakness. This powerful witch, however, had no need to conceal anything. She openly displayed her vulnerabilities, which made it easy for me to see which parts of my words excited her.

“Bad boy. Such a bad boy.” She laughed even as she complained about being manipulated.

“Hehehe… Fine. This is your last chance. Fail, and you’ll become my man… Ah~ no, that’s not right. Since I’m feeling mischievous, you’ll have to live as a man trapped in a woman’s body, just like those slaves of yours over there.”

“As you wish.”

Since the witch had yielded a step, I accepted her terms. Failure would likely mean she would rip out my soul and implant it in a female body, but as the weaker party I had no choice. The important thing was that I had earned this final opportunity, and I had been aiming for it from the start. I already knew ordinary sorcery through Besta would never work on her. All I could do was prepare for what came next.

“Then…” I lifted the witch into my arms.

“Hehe… Darling, you’re so strong~” I carried her in a princess hold all the way to the bed. Vera and Eos were already waiting there in lewd poses. I slipped between them, gently laid the witch down, and began to caress her.

“A curse, hmm… hehe…” The witch hadn’t stopped laughing since our bodies made contact. She was clearly reacting to my touch, yet unlike the other women she didn’t flinch or gasp dramatically. Having lived so long, her resistance to pleasure was formidable, and both her body and mind had grown tough and hardened.

I stroked her slowly, squeezing here and there. “This is fun. Black-haired really is the best.” ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I could feel her body gradually heating up. Her temperature rose, and sticky nectar began to flow from her small slit, signaling her readiness with her entire being.

“How exactly do you plan to pollute me?”

“I’ll have sex with you and bring you to climax.”

“Surely it won’t end with something so simple?”

“No. That’s when I’ll use the mental pollution spell.”

“Haa~ So you thought the moment I lost consciousness would be my weakest. Hehe… But do you truly believe the spell you showed earlier could corrupt me?”

“With ordinary methods, it would be impossible. That’s why I’ll use an offering while we’re joined.”

“You prepared an offering spell in only two days? Hehehe, I had no idea at all.”

The witch listened to my plan with sparkling, expectant eyes. Hiding anything from a witch, the very origin of all sorcerers, had been impossible from the beginning. The key was to reveal everything and leave her completely unguarded.

“What is the offering?”

“You can look forward to that moment.”

“Don’t tell me it’s these slaves right here?”

“…”

Just as she said, the only ones I could immediately use as offerings were Syucali, Vera, and Eos before my eyes.

I pressed my mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking her nectar. *Slurp… smack… lick…* There was no unpleasant odor, only a clean, refreshing taste that slid down my throat.

“Haa… Your bedroom skills are truly exceptional. Hehe… This is why I want you so badly.”

Simply being good at night activities held tremendous value to the women of this world. The stronger they grew, the faster and more intensely their sexual desires accumulated. They needed a man of equal strength. In the end, the witch was still a woman. She needed a man, and I suspected her grotesque hobby of preserving corpses was merely a twisted outlet for desires she had never been able to satisfy.

*Suck… smack… smack… huu.* “You sucked so well. Now put it inside and please me again.”

The white-haired witch spread her own legs, demanding insertion. I rubbed my swollen, rock-hard cock against her dripping entrance.

“Even in Besta’s body it felt big. I wonder how enormous it will feel in my real body?” The girl rubbed her pussy against my glans with an eager expression.

“I’m putting it in.”

“Come. Hurry.”

*Squelch… thrust…!* “Heh~” The witch accepted me with obvious pleasure, giving a small shiver as the corners of her mouth lifted on their own. “Good. Aah… What an incredible feeling.”

She savored the sensation of my cock spreading her open. Even while staying still she kept tightening and releasing, showing that her lust was anything but light. After that I didn’t stop. *Squelch, squelch, squelch. Smack, smack, smack.*

“Huu… heh… heh…” Because she had a girl’s body, even modest thrusts made her rise and fall. Every plunge sent her entire frame shaking.

“Hehe… heuu… It really does seem the Black-Haired Curse exists. Haan~” The witch sounded impressed. Seeing her reaction, I became certain that in bed, I was the best.

“Aang, aang… I’m going to cum…!”

“Then let’s prepare.”

I rocked my hips for dozens of minutes. The moment her body began to tighten with wet, obscene sounds, I readied the offering for a powerful mental pollution spell. *Smack, smack, smack.*

“Haeut… haeung… haaaang~”

“I will use the offering now.”

“Aang~ Aang~ What kind of offering~?” The witch asked while cutely sticking out her tongue. At that moment Vera and Eos pressed their bodies against me from both sides. Even the exhausted Syucali crawled over with unfocused eyes and clung to my back. Because they were linked to the witch’s mind, all of them were resonating with our sex.

“Obviously these women?”

“No. The offering is my black-haired soul.”

“Huh? What did you just say?” The witch’s face froze for an instant. But the relentless thrusting quickly melted her rigid expression.

“What does that mean… Aat! W-wait! Haeung…!” She asked again in confusion, but I didn’t stop moving.

“Using your own soul as an offering, doesn’t that mean you’re going to die…! Haue!”

“I won’t die. Only my soul will vanish.”

The witch was obsessed with me. She found me entertaining and had kept me alive until now. She had even granted me time to learn the mental pollution spell. For the object of her obsession to suddenly disappear as an offering was the last thing she wanted.

“How is that any different from dying! Heuuut!” She tried to push me away in refusal.

“Why? You can simply place another soul inside my body and enjoy it.”

“There’s no way I could find another man like you… Heuuut! Haaang!”

“My thoughts haven’t changed. It’s far more comforting for me to be the offering than for these women to become one.”

“D-don’t do it!”

“The altar is already prepared.”

“Ah!”

The fundamentals of sorcery were time and offering. The altar for the ritual was my own physical body on this bed. Before entering the bedroom I had already prepared my flesh to serve that purpose. My soul would be the offering, and my body the perfect altar.

“No!” The witch desperately cast a spell. As expected, she was trying to change the soul offering.

“Gaaat…!”

In that brief instant the altar activated. The witch reached climax and the spell triggered. Every movement on the bed froze. Yet my soul did not disappear. Instead, the witch’s soul vanished before my eyes.

Success.

When I first met her, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠witch had been unable to take her eyes off me. I had sensed the danger immediately. Just as I expected, she continued to obsess over me and toy with me. Even while feeling that threat, there had been nothing I could do. I was convinced I couldn’t simply run from her obsession. So I decided to use that very obsession against her. The result was that the witch herself had become the soul offering. She had turned into an empty vessel.

“Hu… ng… uuu…”

But it lasted only a moment. The soul that had been used as an offering began to gather once more.

Immortality. A witch’s existence could not be erased so easily. Her body did not age, and even if her soul vanished, it would return.

“Heuuut… ut… Did you think you could run from me?”

“…”

She seemed to have experienced this many times before. Among the taxidermied male corpses, some had been missing their souls.

“You can never escape ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me. Hehehe.”

“You’re mistaken.”

“Hut… What exactly am I mistaken about? Are you going to claim you didn’t run?”

“No. I mean that you cannot run from me.”

“Huh?” The witch stared at me in confusion.

“Because you willingly became the soul offering and activated my spell for me.”

“Ah…!”

She was an immortal witch, filled with superiority and arrogance. She had never considered the possibility that she could be the one reversed. Or rather, she had refused to consider it. She had only imagined that I would try to flee first. That single opening had worked on her just once.

“Mental Pollution spell, successful.”

“You… you bastard!!”

My spell unfolded from within the witch’s body.

“Using me like this! Kang Seo-jaaa!!!”

For that brief moment she had been an empty vessel after becoming the soul offering. In that tiny gap, the mental pollution spell had been completely engraved into her.