(H) Taming the Witch (1)
"Nngh…."
The clamor of bustling crowds and the blinding sunlight forcing her closed eyes open made Illyana furrow her brow as her consciousness slowly stirred.
"What the hell, why is it so noisy…."
She tried to raise a hand to shield her eyes from the glare, but the sensation of her arms bound behind her back stopped her cold. Methodically, she began piecing together the questions swirling in her mind: What had she done before collapsing? Why was she here?
I was… having sex with Hyun and passed out…? But where is this…? Why the hell am I tied up here?
She urgently tried to use magic to undo the restraints binding her wrists behind her back, but…
"It won't budge…."
Why? Even if these handcuffs were the mana-sealing variety used by the kingdom to capture criminals, Illyana's immense mana reserves should shatter them in an instant. Yet these held firm. That could only mean they surpassed her capabilities entirely.
So who? Who the hell had bound her?
If it was a kidnapping, they'd have stashed her in some dark, deserted alley or abandoned warehouse. But this place wasn't like that.
"Fernin Square…?"
She couldn't fathom why someone would restrain her in the middle of the square and just leave her there. She remembered succumbing to Eunhyeon's intense lovemaking and blacking out, but everything after that was a blank, leaving her utterly confused. She had no idea how she'd gone from near-naked to fully dressed—or why. Someone had meticulously dressed her, right down to her bra and panties, and carried her all the way to Fernin. And the only person who came to mind was Eunhyeon.
"That bastard… what the fuck has he done now…."
Even stranger, no one was paying her any attention. It was as if she were under an invisibility spell.
"No way…?"
But with magic sealed, she had no way to verify it. A mage without magic was just an ordinary woman.
"You're awake?"
"You… what the hell is this?!"
As Eunhyeon spoke, Illyana shot him a ferocious glare. He just flashed a grin and approached without a word, pulling her into an embrace. With her arms pinned behind her, she couldn't resist. He sat on the bench and settled her onto his lap, then slowly began undressing her.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"
"Taking your clothes off."
"That's not what I—! There are people everywhere!"
"No one's paying attention."
"What…?"
Illyana realized anew the odd disconnect she'd sensed earlier. She stared blankly at the square's passersby, who ignored her bound form entirely and went about their business.
"I cast Invisible on us."
He stripped off her top and unhooked her bra, letting her firm breasts bounce free. Flicking her right nipple with a finger made her body shudder as a moan escaped her lips.
"Hyah!"
Still dazed and glancing at the crowds, she whipped her head back to glare at him—but he just smiled, pried her legs apart, and locked them open with his own.
Realizing his intent, Illyana's face twisted in horror.
"You're fucking insane?! Doing it out in the open in a crowded square like this?!"
"Yeah, I am. So?"
One hand kneaded her breast and toyed with her nipple while the other slipped inside her pantyhose, fingering her pussy.
"Nng… grr! Hyah!"
She tried to clamp her thighs shut with a lewd cry, but his legs held firm. Soon, her juices flowed, staining the black pantyhose and dripping steadily.
"Let's go crazy together."
"H-haa…."
"You know what happens if I drop the Invisible? Behave, or I will."
His whisper sent chills racing across her skin. Strictly speaking, this wasn't Fernin Square at all. They were in the underground training hall beneath Illyana's house in Fernin. The bench, the fountain behind them, the gurgling water, the oblivious crowds—all illusions crafted by Eunhyeon. Just as he'd once recreated the past events involving Elvin and Erin to reconstruct that environment, now he'd summoned a slice of everyday Fernin Square life to overlay the training hall.
Here's what had happened: Illyana passed out from sex, sleeping so deeply no one would notice her being carried off. Eunhyeon redressed her, warped them back to her Fernin house via gate, hauled her to the underground hall, locked her in custom mana-sealing handcuffs he'd forged himself, and was now toying with her bound body.
From her perspective, a man and woman were blatantly going at it on a bench by the square's central fountain—yet crowds streamed past without a glance, too busy with their own paths.
No one cared as obscene sounds leaked into the open air.
Squelch, squelch.
"Nng…."
Squelch, squelch.
"Nng… krr!"
Illyana clenched her teeth, stifling the moans rising in her throat. Sealed by his artifact handcuffs, she was no different from any ordinary woman. The fake Fernin Square was no magic trick but a feat of divine authority—powered by his mana, sure, but impossible for her to detect now. He'd lied about the Invisible spell, leaving her paranoid about exposure, desperately enduring the building pleasure amid the "crowds."
Teased in the heart of a busy square, her reason crumbling under ecstasy, she had no slack to see through his deception.
"Holding up well? Let's see how long."
"St-stop! You cra—hyah!"
In reverse cowgirl, he pinned her body from behind, squeezing one breast hard and yanking the nipple. His other hand relentlessly teased her clit with light flicks, tormenting her. Arms bound, legs splayed and trapped, she could only take his persistent assault.
"Haa… haa… please, just stop…."
Leaning back against his chest, panting raggedly, she pleaded up at his profile—but he shook his head.
"No. This is punishment. You learned some weird shit and tormented me with it. Your turn to brace yourself."
She'd pinned him down mercilessly during sex, teasing his cock to submit him—just as he'd harbored that grudge and now orchestrated this to break her.
Squelch.
"Nngh!"
He plunged fingers back into her sopping pussy, stirring her up.
"Ah, aaaaah! I'm—cumming! Gonna cum again in front of all these people—!"
The mounting stimulation overwhelmed her; she screamed as climax neared—but he stopped cold.
"Eh…?"
The abrupt cutoff left her more flustered than before. Poised on the edge, her overheated body itched unbearably.
"Wh-why'd you stop…?"
"You said stop."
"Th-then stop from the start! You got me like this and now—ngh!"
She realized how ridiculous she looked, instinctively grinding her hips in protest, and grimaced through a moan.
"Haa, haa…."
Slumped against him, she heaved, trapped in frustrated limbo.
"Nng…?"
Then she felt something prodding her entrance. Looking down, she saw his pants tented by his erect cock, twitching like a live fish and tapping her pussy. She swallowed hard.
If only… if that thing goes in….
She recalled last night's ecstasy—piercing her depths, crushing her womb, electricity surging through her. It would shatter this edging torment in one thrust; she believed it utterly.
I want it in. I want it so bad….
Arms and legs immobilized, she was helpless. Clinging to faint hope he'd cave like usual and fuck her, his whisper tickled her ear.
"What're you staring at with that hungry look?"
"Ah…!"
He'd clocked her gaze and nipped her earlobe.
"Hk?!"
She flinched, trying to shrink away, but he pursued relentlessly, licking every crevice of her left ear with his tongue. His paused fingers resumed caressing her pussy and nipples.
"Nngh, hnn!"
Unable to resist, she slumped against him, moaning lewdly. Trembling, fraying under the teasing, she squeezed out words.
"…G-give…."
"Hm? What?"
He paused his licking at her mumble, asking her to repeat.
"Let me cum! Edging me like this is driving me insane! You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?!"
Legs spread, she desperately rubbed her pussy against his clothed erection, her expression raw desperation.
"What do you say when begging someone?"
"……."
He grinned, pleased—but she clamped her mouth shut, refusing.
"Not gonna say it?"
"Hyah!"
He flicked her nipple; her body jolted, head thrown back.
"Ah, aaa…."
"Huh?"
Seeing her quiver in spasms, he blinked in surprise. Her lips, parted blankly toward the sky, were curved upward.
She's… smiling?
"Illyana, you enjoying this?"
"Wh-what bullshit! As if I'd be some pervert li—nngh?!"
Not waiting for her answer, he pumped his fingers in her pussy, then withdrew them from her pantyhose and smeared them across her face.
"Your pussy's soaked from this. What's all this juice? Dripping wet."
"Ah, aaa… no…."
Despair etched her face as she frantically denied it, shaking her head.
"It's from between your legs."
"Mmm, nnph! Slurp!"
He shoved his slick index and middle fingers into her mouth; instinctively, she sucked them clean. Seeing her eagerly service unprompted, he whispered with smug certainty.
"Illyana, you are a pervert."
"Nng…!"
"Getting off on being fucked outdoors with crowds passing by."
"N-no! It's all your—."
"You're smiling right now."
"What…?"
"Sucking my juice-coated fingers with a happy face."
"Ah…."
The realization hit like a shockwave; her face stiffened in horror.