Chapter 33

Here’s the English translation of the novel excerpt while adhering strictly to the provided glossary (without commentary):

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Episode 33

”The Lion is Full of Pride”

033 ? The Lion is Full of Pride #4

“Uh… How about using your mouth, at the very least?”

Even if I were to d*e, I felt I had to say this. I desperately wanted to avoid the sight of my precious juji and beads being mercilessly toyed with and violated.

Compared to being tied n*ked to a chair and dying from my balls exploding, I’d rather get eaten by sewer rats. At least that’d be a cleaner d*ath.

“Use my mouth—? You mean bite you—? That’d hurt even more. My jaw strength is insane—. It’ll rip right off—.”

No, why would I want to be bitten?

It seemed the concept of pleasuring a man simply didn’t exist for the Witch. Since things had already come this far, I decided to resign myself and ask boldly, as if I were already dead.

“Um, Miss Witch—. Excuse my rudeness, but have you ever… been with a man before?”

“Is that relevant to this—?”

“Extremely so.”

“Never—.”

“Well, then… have you ever, uh, experienced anything s*xual…?”

“Samaritan—. Don’t let my looks fool you—I graduated top of my class from the Ivory Tower of Korinthos. I have a Master’s in Magical Studies—. Do you really think someone called the Nemea, the She-Lion, lacks such experience—?”

“Y-You have?”

“I read about it in books—.”

Oh, for f*ck’s sake—so she hasn’t.

Then again, in this world without YouTube—hell, without even P2P sites—s*xual knowledge probably circulated like classified gossip among those in the know.

It was hilarious and hard to believe that someone this beautiful had zero experience with men. Though, now that I thought about it, I might’ve heard somewhere that too much beauty could actually reduce a woman’s experience—something about intimidating men with an unapproachable aura. And honestly, when I first saw this Witch, my juji had shriveled up in fear too.

In short, the Witch’s situation was this: she had theoretical knowledge but no practical experience, making things worse than if she knew nothing at all.

Hmm. Maybe I could use this to escape this bizarre confinement. Think, Hassan!

“Um, well, earlier… you licked my ear, right? Could you maybe… do something like that again?”

“Friend—. Are you mocking me—? You think I’m stupid—?”

“I-I never said that.”

“One more complaint about my methods, and I’ll turn you into a Yongbyeong—. Correcting me is the same as disrespecting me—.”

I had no idea what a Yongbyeong was, but the menacing tone made it clear it was something horrifying.

Had I just pressed a berserk button I shouldn’t have?

Now I’d only made things worse with my dumb scheming.

“I—I know what I’m doing—.”

Not even the tiniest suggestion was allowed—what kind of dictatorship was this?! d*mn it, my juji was about to get torn off.

When the Witch had asked for a massage, I’d secretly hoped our skin might touch, but—

This was why men had to be careful with their lust. My father always said to control my urges. sh*t… Sorry, Dad. Looks like your unfilial son’s checking out early.

As I resigned myself to d*ath, my mind drifting into a serene state, witnessing flashes of my life—

“I do know things—better than anyone else—. I like you as a friend—but there are lines you don’t cross—. Never try to lecture me again—.”

The Witch slowly revealed her true nature, looming over me with an icy glare. It was the same contemptuous gaze I’d grown used to these past two years.

Suddenly, I missed Elpride so much it hurt. Guess even her face seemed precious when d*ath was near.

Still, at least Elpride never locked me up and tried to rip my juji off…

“No one disrespects me—. My path is the right one—. Calling it heresy—? Violating divine ethics—? Don’t make me laugh—. I’d do anything for the truth—. Anything—. Truly anything—.”

Like a parrot starved for days, Witch Nemea repeated “anything” before finally straddling my lap.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“The surest method—. Stay quiet—. It’ll be over soon—. Just look at the ceiling patterns—.”

Swoosh—her fingers coiled around my lower half.

And then, beneath the Witch’s thin, fluttering skirt—

At that moment, I experienced something astonishing. Every nerve in my body converged down there, as if a second palm had sprouted, heightening sensation to an unreal degree.

My stiff, burning-hard thing brushed past the cool fabric before grazing against something coarse—like thick undergrowth—and then met a firm, unyielding wall.

Calling it a “wall” didn’t do it justice. It was soft yet warm, smooth in ways I couldn’t describe. A sensation I’d never felt before.

But I knew what it was.

“Ngh—. This is the answer—. Right—? My chastity—. Kept it safe for so long… but goodbye, today—.”

“I-Is this for real?”

“Don’t panic—. I do know contraception magic—. I’m a genius—! Huu—. Stay still—. Scream and I’ll k*ll you—. I’ll just taxidermy you—.”

The Witch exhaled deeply right in front of my face. Her breath was so sweet my mind spun.

Her body, hovering slightly mid-air, slowly sank downward—

Meanwhile, my mind and body felt like they were floating into the heavens.

Crunch—. Squelch—.

Harder than ever before, my thing pierced straight through something without bending or crumpling.

“Hngh—. Ah, it hurts—. H-How about you, friend—?”

My limited vocabulary and dull mind couldn’t articulate the sensation.

But in that instant, I understood exactly why the world tabooed s*x—the addiction, the reckless decadence, the depravity—all of it.

Holy sh*t—how had something this transcendent existed all along?! Is this what those social butterflies kept to themselves?!

“Hah—. Thought—thought it was all in—but—but there’s half left—. d*mn it—.”

How could something this slick and warm exist in the world? It was terrifying enough to send shivers down my spine.

Drip—.

A single tear of awe rolled down my cheek. The Witch, Nemea, sighed again.

“How pathetic—. Samaritan men are famed for guarding their virtue like savages—. To lose something so precious to me, of all people—. No wonder you’re crying—. But it’s too late now—.”

Crunch—. Squelch—.

It felt like my entire body was being engulfed.

With the Witch’s weight pressing down, it was like I’d become a nail being hammered straight into the earth.

The wet, wrinkled flesh clung to my thing without gaps—but honestly, I was more afraid I’d finish any second.

“A-All in—. Easy—. Easier than the books said—. Must be my genius—? So—? How’s losing your virginity—?”

Even as she spoke, I couldn’t reply. After two years of unintentional abstinence, this pleasure was overwhelming.

The one mercy? The Witch’s movements were… awkward.

“Hah—. So—sharp pain—like my insides are—hngh—being gouged—. But—tolerable—.”

She moaned like someone enduring pain, not pleasure—just swallowing the discomfort.

“Nnn—. Hah—. Gonna m-move now—. I can—I can—.”

Squelch—.

She hugged my shoulders, leaning her upper body fully against me—letting me press my face deep into melon-sized softness.

The frills on her dress were scratchy, but the chest beneath was pure motherly comfort.

Squish—. Crunch—.

The wet friction sounds with every breath she took—I never thought I’d hear this live.

My first time was way more intense and euphoric than I’d imagined.

Squelch. Squelch. Squish. Slap—.

“Hngh—hurts—just pain—. But—how’s it feel—? Having your virtue—stolen by a woman who—doesn’t even love you—? Wanna cry—?”

Tears did fall—but from joy, awe, and vague loss, not her “virtue” nonsense.

A weird misunderstanding—but no time to correct her.

“The act itself is painful… Hnn—but—seeing a man cry—is kinda exciting—. I could—get addicted—. Hah… Don’t waste them—.”

Lick—lick—

She lapped at my tears like they were delicious, still rocking her hips.

Squelch. Slap. Squish. Squelch—.

Whether from pain or inexperience, her movements were clumsy—

But that only prolonged the slow, simmering heat coiling in my gut.

The pleasure hovered just out of reach, driving me mad. My brain felt deep-fried!

“Hnn—Y-You should hurt too—.”

Chomp—

Unable to bear the pain, Nemea bit my nape hard.

Flesh might’ve torn—but it did ease the building pressure.

“c*m inside me—. Fill this genius—with your filthy Samaritan seed—. Now—. Who knows—if you’ll get another chance—?”

She was demanding creampies?!

—I’m glad I was born. The thought flashed in bold letters.

This was why I’d suffered all this time.

Now I understood why insects mated even if it meant being devoured.

“Wh-Why’s—it harder—? Hah—! Feels—different now—. Lower belly—aching—.”

Slap—slap—squelch—squelch—

Lewd, soaked sounds spilled from beneath her skirt.

Whether from adapting to pain or not, her hips moved faster, bouncing with elastic rhythm.

“Hah—! It—it still hurts—but—but feels weird—. What is this—?”

Squelch—squelch—squelch—

The way her insides gripped me was nothing like my hand.

A primal instinct told me—I was about to experience the most intense org*sm of my life.

“Ngh—C-c*m—. Faster—you—pathetic—savage c*ck—. Hah—!”

Slap—slap—

Her soft a** slapped against my thighs.

Her movements—swallowing me whole from tip to base before pulling back—were clearly meant to drain me.

“Hnn—! W-Wait—!”

“Who said you could talk—? Your job is to produce c*m—. That’s all—. Hah—.”

Squelch—squelch—

Under her bizarre humiliation, I came—deep inside her.

It felt like every drop was being sucked out in a thick, endless jet.

But even after climaxing, she wouldn’t stop.

Oversensitive from org*sm, her relentless hips and clenching walls were dangerous.

“Hah—! Faster— c*m—! This is—wasting time—! Belus—Cramagus—Apopei—!”

Chanting incomprehensible words—as the ceiling spun.

The woman’s swaying chest, red hair, lewd squelching, and feline moans blurred like watercolor in rain.

“Hmm—still underripe. Picked too early—. Ah, but you should wake up now. Friend—. Rise and shine—.”

“Wh-What the f*ck?!”

Thud—

At the voice, I jolted awake like a startled rooster.

The Witch Nemea, in her pointy hat and red hair, gazed down at me.

“P-Please spare me!”

“Huh—? What’s that about—? You looked tired, so I let you nap here—. Bad dream—?”

“D-Dream…?”

“Yep—must’ve been a nightmare. This place is full of dreamcatchers and cursed totems—. If you fall asleep carelessly, sometimes you get awful dreams—.”

Clink—clink—

She pointed at mobile decorations dangling from the ceiling—like those above a child’s bed—chiming softly.

“I… fell asleep? When?”

“Hmm—after massaging my waist, I suppose—.”

A dream? That was a dream?!

Sitting up from the plush chair—I was fully dressed. My pockets were untouched.

“Oh, and here—. Your payment: 2 silver for our deal, plus 1 more for the massage.”

Still dazed, I barely registered the clink of three silver coins in my palm.

Unlike the dull clink of copper, the ring of silver was music to my ears.

Hehe—I made bank!

“Th-Thank you!”

“No need—just fair pay—. By the way… I really enjoyed yesterday’s massage—. Think you could come by again sometime—? I’ll pay 1 silver per session.”

“You mean… an outcall massage?”

“Sure, call it that—. Once a month should work—avoids the Watchers’ eyes. Sound good—?”

Once a month. A steady income of 1 silver for rubbing a woman’s shoulders?

Why wouldn’t I agree? Not like I had food to spare. 1 silver = 20 bowls of soup.

“Deal.”

“Straight to the point—I like that. Well, I’ve got things to do—White One needs a bath, and ingredients arrived—.”

“Ah, my apologies. Then… goodbye.”

With a bow, I stepped outside. For a nightmare, my body felt oddly refreshed—light, like I’d just left a salon.

Absentmindedly touching my nape—

My fingers met a roughly shorn undercut.

My entire hair was shorter. And my nails—when had I trimmed them?

“See you later, friend—. Feel free to nap here again—. Just don’t go gossiping—. Not that anyone’d believe you—.”

Her voice from behind sent a chill down my spine.

Without looking back, I sprinted until her shop vanished from sight.

…That wasn’t a dream, was it?!

My destination? The guildhall—doubling as the Shrine of Mars, the God of Struggle.

Just before entering, I spotted an all-too-familiar head of pink twin tails on a bench—Luna—and froze.

Surrounded by women—probably not friends. Likely some cult recruitment.

[Author’s Note]

Wrapped up this rice cake… Hope you enjoyed—juji* or not.

Poured my heart into it—agonized day and night.

My best effort—

The clash of a seasoned Witch, a maiden, and lost virginity—

Hope my sincerity shines through.

Thank you.

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