Volume 3 Chapter 19 Welcome To The Witch Dormitory! Ⅰ
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After finishing his time with Christy, he slowly tidied up in the twilight.
Stains and simple dirt could be broken down or dropped, but the unique musk that filled the hallway couldn’t be completely eliminated.
If Beastmen with a good nose were here, they would know right away what had happened.
But according to Christy, there are no Beastmen among the witches or noble ladies.
The nobility is a class mainly dominated by the human race, overwhelming in number.
And to become a Head magician of a powerful noble family, one must have a high level of magical knowledge, which requires a lot of money to study at the central academy.
Apparently, there are few Beastmen Head magicians who have received formal education.
In Azrael, powerful Beastmen and Elves are encouraged to receive education to become shamans, but Franz’s academy seems to have a different educational system.
”──”
”Ugh, sticky…”
Whatever, watching the aftermath woman tidy up is quite arousing.
Kian wiped his fingers clean while watching Christy’s form with a lingering gaze.
”Phew…”
Christy, combing her wet hair with a towel, exudes an alluring charm like Aliona.
The blue dress, with a figure-hugging design, seems to reveal her bust, slender waist, and small hips.
It’s a common dress for a Head magician who needs to move around a lot (though it’s expensive), but it’s really suggestive.
That toned lower abdomen.
Underneath that dress, there’s a womb that’s been filled with semen.
He gets excited every time he thinks about defiling a beautiful, elite woman ten years younger than him.
”…What?”
While wiping the semen from under her armpit, Christy raises her gaze.
Her cleanly shaved armpits were indented and cast a bluish shadow in the twilight.
The dress design, which partially covers her large breasts, also shows her side boob.
If he got closer, he could smell her strong pheromones.
”Christy”
He mumbled low and closed the distance to her, pulling her into a hug.
The sensation of her softness against him.
The sweet body odor that wouldn’t fade even covered in semen, mixed with the scent of Roses perfume.
As he put strength into his arms, he heard Christy let out a small, relieved sigh.
He caressed from her slender waist to her small hips.
He grabbed her plump butt cheeks and twisted them around, but she didn’t say anything.
Instead, she hesitantly reached for his butt and dug her fingers in, as if to check the feel.
”Planning to use this as material for your next solo session?”
”BLUGH!? Th, that’s not, …I don’t think so. …I do think you have a sexy butt though”
His nose was pressed against her chest.
From above, he could see her wet, black hair swaying, dampened by a wet towel.
”Feeling better?”
”…Yeah”
”I see”
”……”
Christy’s arms tightened around him.
She didn’t particularly call out Kian, who was sticking his fingers in the crack of her butt, and lifted her face with a faint smile.
”Kian, I said this before we got frisky, but I’m going to do my best. I’ll do my best, so I can be next to Manon again. But I’m anxious if I’m alone…, so…, I want you to check on me sometimes. I’m not afraid of anything anymore if you’re by my side, Kian”
”Got it. I’ll come check on you again. If you ever want to go on an adventure with me, just say the word, you know I got you.”
”…Yeah!”
She gave a big smile.
The innocent smile of the sharp-witted, black-haired witch was breaking.
A beauty with the scent of the city.
She’s cute, but more than that, she’s beautiful in every way.
Christy pouted and bumped her forehead against Kian’s when she saw he was erect.
”Also, you’ve been touching my butt too much. You’re such a perv, Kian”
”Sorry”
”Well, I’m happy that you see me that way, you know? I won’t scold you when we’re alone, but don’t do it in front of Manon, okay? She’s still at a sensitive age before she’s an adult, you know?”
”I’ll do my best”
”I wish you’d just say ‘I won’t do anything lewd’”
Christy gave a wry smile and moved away from Kian, walking towards the beret that had rolled away.
She picked it up with both hands, turned her back to him, and squeezed it tightly.
”Thank you, Kian. Really”
”We’re in this together”
”For now, I’m just receiving help without giving anything in return. I wonder if I have enough medicine and weapons? As always, it seems like you’re wearing the same regular shirt and pants, and you don’t even have your sword at your side.”
”I’ve been in this getup because it wasn’t a high priority. I plan to get my magic sword repaired soon and acquire new armor as well.”
”I hope that’s the case…”
Christy turns back with a worried expression.
When she wears her indigo beret, it brings out a cute, doll-like charm amidst the formality.
While the beautiful witch with black hair adjusts her gloves, Kian lifts the bucket that was left in the hallway.
It’s fairly heavy.
It must have been tough carrying this alone.
It would have been better to ask some guard for help, but it seems Christy’s social anxiety is at an all-time high that she couldn’t even do that.
”Right now, I’m more concerned about Her Excellency than my worries. I can’t ignore the sight I saw earlier in the salon. If it’s a vampire-related curse mark, I might be able to figure something out if you let me examine it.”
”Um, Kian? I don’t want you to be upset, but even all of us Head magicians who studied magic at the academy couldn’t figure out that curse mark. There’s no way someone without any talent like you could understand it. Rather… I can’t let a half-baked healer mess around with Manon’s body.”
”That’s a valid point, but I possess the research knowledge left by Oswald. I might know a solution regarding the curse mark.”
”I’m troubled… But if you insist, I don’t mind letting you examine it. However, if any treatments are to be done, I will put a stop to it.”
Christy, while saying this, shows no signs of her earlier timidity.
There was a strict, calm, and cautious face of a Head magician.
”What if I’m absolutely sure that the treatment will yield positive results?”
”Show me Oswald’s vampire research book that serves as the basis for your argument. After discussing it with the other head magicians, we’ll decide whether to follow your proposed course of action. ──Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but Manon’s body must be protected at all costs. We can’t risk irreversible damage from your unilateral decision to try some unproven folk remedy.”
”I understand that considering your feelings for Her Excellency Maribel and the current situation at the Izerland fortress, even the slightest chance of something going wrong is unacceptable. I’ll follow your instructions.”
”Very well then. ──This way.”
Christy started walking, leading the way to the deepest room.
She stopped in front of the door and knocked with a gentle rap.
No response came, but she called out, “I’m coming in,” and opened the door.
”Don’t touch the door. A curse might be triggered.”
”Understood.”
As someone whose vampire transformation had been rapidly progressing since drinking the owl’s blood, the spells on the door were no burden at all, and he could easily ‘consume’ them, but that seemed like a lengthy explanation, so he simply nodded in agreement.
Christy opened the door wide and stepped aside.
A sweet, candy-like fragrance wafted from inside, reminiscent of Maribel.
Secretly excited, he lifted the barrel over his head and slipped past Christy.
”────”
The room was dark.
It was about 20 meters square.
Far too spacious for a girl not yet an adult to use alone.
Unlit candelabras stood in each corner of the room, and from the entrance, a bed adorned with canopies was placed in the back left corner.
A thin fabric curtain was wrapped around an iron rod hanging from the ceiling in front of the bed, its bottom edge left to dangle.
Perhaps that space was intended to allow noblewomen to ensure proper seeding occurred during a girl’s first experience, a common arrangement in the rooms of the nobility.
It was a typical setup for a noble’s chamber.
Serving as a supervisory spot, it was also a space where the women, or men if unprepared, could be readied for intimate encounters by the noblewomen, or by slaves, if they belonged to the lordly or aristocratic class.
Similar facilities existed in Azrael’s harem, and Kian’s father, Umar, often had slave elves get him hard before going to his wife.
Although he hadn’t actually seen it, the slaves casually talked about such things in front of the ‘reject’ Kian.
That the master’s got a weak erections.
”Manon? Sorry, let me wipe the sweat off real quick.”
Christy said, “Bucket, put it on the bedside table,” and briskly gathered the 4 corner candlesticks around the bed.
By the time Kian was empty-handed, the room was dimly lit by 3 chandeliers and 4 candlesticks.
”It’s a bit hot to light the fireplace… Kian, can you see how Manon is doing?”
”No problem.”
”I see.”
”…Uh… Christy…? Ah, I… am…?”
”It’s okay. You’re just a little tired. Relax.”
”────”
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