Chapter 32

Chapter 32

*Lions have high Pride.

Chapter 32 ? Lions have high Pride #3

Aaaaaaaah-.

Twisting the faucet or the valve on the pipe, whatever you call it, a stream of water gushed down from the ceiling.

A narrow room, like a phone booth.

The baptism of extremely cold water, devoid of any warmth, was unforgiving.

But even this was an incredible luxury. I didn’t think the shop would have individual shower facilities. Money sure does wonders.

Anyway, after being drenched from head to toe with cold water, the suffocating smells clinging to my body seemed to dissipate somewhat, and the confusion and excitement clouding my mind also began to clear.

“Friend-, should I scrub your back for you-?”

Then I heard a delicate, feminine voice from outside the shower booth, which startled me into babbling incoherently.

“It’s fi, fine!”

“There’s probably some candles here-. Clean yourself thoroughly-. Cleaning is the most important part of cooking-.”

Then the witch laughed softly, huh-huh-huh. I don’t know what kind of laugh that was, but witches are like that.

There’s always something about them that’s beyond human comprehension, which is why they’re called witches.

“Hmph.”

No matter how much I turned up the cold water, my chest was pounding like a car stereo with the bass maxed out, and I couldn’t calm down.

I can’t believe I’m taking a shower in some strange woman’s house!

What kind of man wouldn’t feel nervous or excited in such a situation?

If such a person exists, they’re either a self-righteous prude or a saint. And unfortunately—or fortunately—I don’t fall into either of those categories.

“Hurry up and come out-.”

“It’s, it’s almost done!”

After rubbing myself all over with some unknown thing in the corner and finally rinsing off once more, I dried myself off with a nearby towel.

As soon as I stepped out the door, I saw glowing red eyes in the darkness like some kind of lantern, making my knees go weak.

“Good-. The smell is all gone-. You’ve been properly cleaned-.”

“But where are my clothes-.”

“You don’t need them anymore-. Come here-.”

The witch’s slender finger grabbed my arm with surprising strength and pulled me over to a chair, seating me without any resistance on my part despite my manly attempts to protest.

How weak have I become as a man? But then again, I just figured that she probably has some sort of magical power. After all, even Elfride the Elf Witch was strong as an gorilla despite her thin arms.

Do witches have to be physically strong to earn the title? While I wrestled with that absurd thought to distract my overactive mind…

“Alright-. I wanted to take my time, but what can I do-. I just couldn’t wait any longer-.”

The witch reappeared with an abnormally large pair of scissors in her hand.

They were truly gigantic—large enough that you’d need two hands to wield them. They seemed menacing, like they’d easily slice through a human arm.

“What, what are you going to do with that-?”

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time we met, but I wasn’t sure back then-. Stay still-. It won’t hurt-. Though if you move, it might-.”

She then placed the scissors near my head and neck. Was I about to be beheaded? That thought ran through my mind as I tried to move my body to escape.

But my body was stuck to the chair as if I had been glued to it. Was it actually glued? What kind of primitive and powerful trap was this?

I had become a mouse caught in sticky glue trap. Even my palms on the armrests wouldn’t budge. Then I heard the witch’s voice behind me.

“You won’t be able to move. This chair is a legendary relic, you know-. It’s called the Chair of Oblivion. Have you heard of it-?”

“The Chair of Oblivion?”

At the mention of a legendary relic, visions of countless gold coins jingling before my eyes suddenly flashed. To be thinking about money in this situation…snap out of it, Hassan!

“That’s right. Once your b*tt is glued to the chair, you can’t get up until someone lets you-. Most people with weak hearts even pass out-. But it seems you’re enduring by some divine grace-?”

Scritch-.

At that moment, I felt something very sharp cut through my hair. In an instant, the back of my neck felt refreshingly cool, and all I could do was shiver.

“To tell the truth, you’ve been planning to do this since the first we met, right? Was the contract just bait to lure me here!?”

“That’s about right-. A Samaritan blessed by grace? Rare indeed-. Any witch would covet something like that-. And now, it’s mine-!”

“P-please spare me!”

“Scared? Pray to the god you believe in-. But alas, there are no gods here-. This world has no gods, only fools in tall hats-.”

sh*t, that’s bad.

Over the course of two years of wandering through this world, I’ve come to realize that everything in this world is deeply intertwined with faith and religion, so deeply that it cannot be untangled.

Magic and superstition reign supreme, and science or rational thought hasn’t developed, so it’s no surprise that people would have faith in something great and mysterious called “god.”

Even in my world, where we’ve sent people to the moon and talk to people on the other side of the Earth via radio waves, religion still wields immense power.

Here, in this world of barbarism, religion and faith might as well be absolute truths.

So cursing or mocking gods is simply an impossible feat.

While polytheism exists here, there are cases where one might insult other gods while praising their own.

Yet, there would never be someone who flat-out denies religion and faith altogether—doing so would get you shunned from society and trampled underfoot.

But this witch is saying such forbidden words without batting an eyelid.

She’s more dangerous than I thought.

“Samaritan friend-, your hair is pitch black-. Indeed, being called a descendant of Pluto and being shunned like this, makes sense-.”

Snip, snip-.

The witch continued to cut my hair wildly with the giant scissors.

My once long hair, which reached down to my shoulders, is now being mercilessly cut and scattered on the floor like animal fur.

“Alright-, now it’s tidy-. Your hair makes very good ingredients-. It’s not just your hair-. Nails, both your hands and feet, bl**d, bones and flesh-. Nothing is wasted-.”

“Hiiik!”

“Because of that-, your kind are on the verge of extinction-. You should be cherished-. Protected-. Forever-. Forever, I say-.”

As the witch rambled on, my eyes darted to the beakers and flasks scattered around the cabin.

The murky eyes of frogs, snakes, and dissected birds inside seemed to look at me and say “Come on over, friend-.” What do you mean, friends, you jerks!

“sh*t! Pl, please let me go!”

“It’s about time you’ve realized the situation-. You should get stronger against the charms of women, my friend-.”

Click, click.

Finally, the witch got to the point of cutting my fingernails with her horrifying giant scissors. The scene was so grotesque that I couldn’t help but close my eyes tightly.

“They’re not cutting neatly-. Should I just cut off your hand-? Just kidding-. I’m not stupid enough to cut open the goose that lays golden eggs-. Nails are done-.”

Then the witch disappeared behind me after cutting my fingernails.

Feeling uneasy with her out of sight, I had nothing left to do but scream.

“What are you planning to do to me, witch!”

“My goodness-. You’ve gotten braver-. I’m not going to do much-. Just cut your hair from time to time-. Trim your fingernails and toenails-. Feed you at mealtime-. You just have to sit here-. For life-.”

Hushing sounds approached me. Soon, something very soft brushed against my neck, and I felt the witch’s lips pressing against my ear.

“Being an outcast is tough, isn’t it-. I know that full well-. Even earning a day’s living is hard, isn’t it-? I’ll let you eat without working forever-.”

What I heard by my ear was nothing but pure witchcraft. A gorgeous woman offering to let you live without working for the rest of your life.

Marrying a rich woman and becoming a house husband. It’s a dream-like story.

It actually sounded like something I’d put on my bucket list. Even so, being stuck in this chair forever is unacceptable.

“N-no!”

I shed silent tears in refusal. Had it been presented in a different manner, I wouldn’t have hesitated to say yes, but this was too much.

“Why? Is it because you’re from the wilderness? It’s hard to stay cooped up indoors, is it? Then I’ll put wheels on the chair, so we can go on walks sometimes-.”

“If, if I disappear, my comrades will suspect you-, huuuuuh-.”

Gooch, goooh-

Something extremely sticky and soft interrupted my sentence by swirling around inside my ear.

Soon enough, I realized it was the witch’s tongue, and that I was currently being licked or bitten on the ear.

“Huff-aah-.”

It was the first time in my life someone had licked my ear.

Through this, I discovered for the first time that when the ear is licked, a tingling, thrilling sensation runs from the tip of my buttocks to the back of my head along the spine.

Soon the witch Nemea whispered next to my ear, after removing her tongue.

“Companions-? Do they even exist in this world-. You seem a bit naive for a Samaritan-. In this world, everyone must live alone-. Weak faith turns into a dagger in your back-. Like this-.”

Chomp-.

Something sharp and pointy bites into my shoulder hard.

“Ah-!”

The pain was so overwhelming it felt like being eaten alive, spinning around in my brain.

It reminded me of the time when Elfride whipped me until I was exhausted and bit my arm—something that flashed back into my mind.

Witches might enjoy biting and chewing on people.

“The skin is a bit tough-. But it has its own texture-. By the way, what’s this-?”

Her hands began to move from my shoulder toward my chest, then to my stomach, in graceful movements like a snake flowing in search of its prey.

“What have you been working on to make this so stiff?. Pervert-.”

“Th, that’s-.”

Even in this tied-up situation, I still felt shame and embarrassment.

But in my defense, no man would be able to resist the sensation of her soft chest pressing against my neck or the pleasant experience of having their ear licked!

“I’ve heard that Samaritans are small-. But you’re not as small as I thought-. This is a pleasant surprise-.”

Swoosh-, her fingers began to encircle my lower half. Shocked by the unusual feeling, I nearly launched myself a few centimeters into the air.

I understood the fuss Pinley and Luna made about their feet being touched. Allowing someone else to hold your weak points requires a great deal of courage.

“Good health-. As hard as a rock-. It’s not real stone, is it-?”

Awwwwkkk-.

I felt tears welling up as the witch squeezed and pressed me mercilessly, as if she was trying to pop me like a balloon.

“Ah-! It hurts!”

“Hmm-. That’s strange-. Wouldn’t this feel good-?”

She kept squeezing, pulling, and twisting.

“Gaaaah!”

There’s no way this action could feel good. Men’s bodies are very delicate! Of course, to some, it may indeed be a form of gratification, but certainly not in my case.

“Is the spot wrong-. Then does here feel good-?”

Finally, the witch grasped and squeezed my two precious balls in her palm.

“Tear-ing apart! d*mn it, stop! Seriously, they’re going to tear!”

“Hmm-. What-. Don’t you feel good-. When squeezed like this-?”

“d*mn, it hurts so bad! Rather, k*ll me! Ughh!”

I’m not kidding; it truly hurts like hell. If this was meant to torture me, it’s working quite well.

“How do I get it out then-. Your semen-. Should I just cut off this part-. Like cutting open the belly of the goose that lays the golden eggs-.”

What, cut it off?

The extremely cruel and violent words made my senses return. It’s not about the pain now.

“Excuse me, Ms. Witch-. May I say something-.”

“You’re a polite friend-. Good-. What do you want to say-. Just don’t ask to be freed-.”

“Sorry-, but could you, perhaps, use your mouth instead-?”

[Author’s Note] Master Yanggang and Ansan! Thank you for the support coupons…!!!! And to all who gave anonymous script fee coupons, thank you so much…!!!

For the next illustration, I’m thinking of putting Elfride or another heroine as the main character, but I’ll do a poll later…!!

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