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[MC POV]
As I mentioned, the witch society was quite closed society, so rumors tended to spread quickly, and witches were discussing about us.
"Five witches?"
"Yes, that's what they're saying. Five."
"Five witches? Who are they?"
Two of the four young witches were rumored to be regulars at SM clubs. Another story claimed that three well-known witches had fallen for the same man, bought a villa, and offered him room and board—then stayed inside with him for days without leaving.
Five witches falling for a single man—such a thing was completely unheard of. Naturally, the gossip making the rounds at salons, private gatherings, and academic conferences soon reached the twins' ears as well.
"Rel, did you hear? That man named Author Crown sounds incredible."
"Huh. I guess so, Ren."
The two witches looked so alike they could be mistaken for twins—but they weren't identical. The one called Rel had short black hair and a face as unreadable as stone.
In contrast, Ren had pure white hair cut in a similar bob, but her presence was entirely different. She was lively and carefree, while Rel was silent and rigid.
"How about it? Should we bring that guy over too? If he's really that special, maybe he can cure your illness?"
"I know my condition well, Ren. Let's not do this. Has bringing a man ever cured me before?"
Ren looked heartbroken at Rel's response, clinging tightly to her other self.
"No, but still… You can get better. I believe that."
"It's fine. Just because I can't feel sexual pleasure doesn't mean something's wrong with me. Honestly, I prefer it this way. I'd rather spend my life quietly studying magic than risk everything for some man like others do."
Ren bit her lip hard at those words. Her twin was ill—not from birth, but from something that happened later. And the cause of that illness wasn't anyone else. It was her.
Rel, a girl with hair as black and unyielding as stone.
Her body no longer responded to erotic sensations. It all stemmed from a magic experiment they had conducted together long ago—an experiment that went terribly wrong. Because of her own mistake, Rel's magic circle spiraled out of control. In the aftermath, she threw herself into the wave of runaway energy to shield Ren from its effects.
Thanks to that, Ren retained her bright white hair and her cheerful, carefree personality.
But Rel wasn't the same anymore. Her once radiant white hair turned jet black, and her smile faded. She couldn't even enjoy food. She found no pleasure in anything.
It was as if a piece of her soul had been erased, leaving behind a girl carved from stone.
Black Rel and White Ren.
That was the nickname the witches gave them. They were also known as the witches of high speed and low speed.
And White Ren hated that nickname.
"I've done some research, Rel. The aftereffects etched into your body and mind are closely tied to the loss of your sexual sensations. If you could just feel that again, I'm sure you could return to normal. I promise."
"So many men have come and tried all sorts of things, haven't they? And yet nothing's changed. Let's stop wasting our time and money on this, Ren."
"No!! No!! I want to! I will! I will do it!!"
White Ren screamed at Black Rel. Her black eyes stared into Rel's stiff, unreadable face.
"Ray Rupaltion, Aina Eshlin, Serlin Lebriam, Rio Crannell, and most recently Janice Morgen—five witches have all fallen for one man. Maybe it would be different if it were him. No matter what it takes, I'll get you back to how you were. Watching you suffer every night, struggling with lost memories and pieces of yourself… staying locked in your room, not wanting to see anyone—I hate all of it! I want us to go back to the way things used to be. So please… please don't say you won't try."
Black Rel stared at her other self, on the verge of tears.
Her twin—bound to her by a soul imprint stronger than any mere sensory link.
All the emotions the other person feels—sensations, even thoughts and beliefs—were shared completely. Their bond ran deeper than anything else.
But after the accident, that connection became incomplete. A part of herself—her senses, her feelings—felt empty, like something vital was missing.
Black Rel understood the problem clearly. And after years of research and effort, she reached a conclusion: returning to her original state was impossible.
It was as if a portion of her soul and emotions had been irreparably damaged, locked away by an unbreakable chain.
They had tried everything. Countless witches, ancient spells, even forbidden tomes—none of it made a difference.
It was easier to accept that things wouldn't suddenly change just because one man appeared and tried something. If it were really that simple, the two of them would've solved it long ago.
"…Okay. Let's do it. If it means that much to you, I won't say no anymore."
As always, Black Rel could only give a slight nod. Just seeing the desperation in her twin's tearful face made it clear how much this meant to her—how tightly she was holding on to this hope.
Even if she could no longer feel Ren's thoughts and emotions the way she once did, some things still came through in expressions alone. And that look… she couldn't say no to it.
"But I won't leave the mansion. Just being around other witches is painful for me. I prefer staying home."
"I know! I'll do whatever it takes to bring you back!"
Had she become a psychopath? Ever since Black Rel turned black, she had grown cold and sharp, deeply uncomfortable around anyone but White Ren.
No amount of conversation or entertainment brought her joy. Magic was the only thing that held her interest. Because of that, all the male escorts from various SM clubs had always been brought directly to the mansion—they had no other choice.
"Don't worry. I'll definitely bring him."
White Ren declared confidently before leaving Black Rel behind to prepare for her outing. She needed to contact the five witches who had joined Author Crown's harem, and time was of the essence.
But just as White Ren was mentally calculating where she might find them, her steps suddenly stopped. She had no choice but to freeze in place.
"Huh?"
A carriage pulled up to the house, and a man stepped out—a man she had never seen before. He wore a suit and carried a bag that appeared to be a subspace pocket in one hand.
"Hello! Is this where the witches of high and low live?"
"…That's right. Who are you?"
Immediately, numerous maids and servants, who were busy with their tasks, intercepted the man, who had entered without an appointment. Despite the clear atmosphere of rejection, the man maintained his smile.
"Nice to meet you. I'm called Author Crown. Would it be possible for me to meet the two witches who are the heads of this house?"
Upon hearing the name, White Ren quickly instructed her maids and servants to step back.
"Author Crown? Really?"
"Yes. I brought you this. Would you like to take a look?"
The man handed White Ren four letters, each sealed with the undeniable magical crest of five witches. She took them and read them carefully.
Aina Eshlin, Ray Rupaltion, Serlin Lebriam, Janice Morgen, and Rio Crannell. These names were written on the letters, each one bearing the unmistakable seal of the witches.
Inside the letters was a simple message:
[This person is Author Crown.]
Just those few words were enough to make White Ren feel certain.
"W-what brought you here?"
"Isn't it obvious? What else would a male prostitute like me be doing visiting a witch?"
I smirked, my smile alluring yet lacking any hint of politeness.
"I've been preparing for an incredible SM session. I believe both witches will be pleased. I'm here for business. How do you feel? Would you like to try it with me?"
Then came an offer she couldn't turn down.
The witches of high and low speed. White Ren and Black Rel were the most popular witches in this game.
What made them so beloved?
Unlike other witches who exude a more mature, older sister vibe, these two had a unique body type and presence. They both had the youthful aura of a younger sister, resembling high school students—slightly immature yet well-developed women with physiques that reminded one of high school age.
Looking at her outfit, it seemed like something straight out of a teen drama. Black stockings, loafer-style leather shoes instead of high heels, a skirt that neatly reached her thighs, and a sweater knitted from warm wool. It wouldn't be out of place in a high school setting right now.
"Should I call this a coincidence? I was planning to visit Mr. Author Crown as well. This is amazing."
"That's right. Anyway, nice to meet you. Ah! Let me introduce you. This is my twin sister, Rel."
Rel looked exactly like Ren, except for her expressionless face and the dark black hair. I didn't greet her, knowing well that no warmth would be returned anyway.
"Hello, Witch Ren. Well, since everyone is busy, I'll keep it brief. I have one purpose. To achieve that goal, I came to see both witches. I'd like to make a deal."
"A deal? Aren't you here to play? Why is this serious word 'deal' suddenly coming up?"
"It's a deal. Just not your typical kind of play. We're going to make a huge play. And once it's done, Black Rel will return to her original state."
"… Yes?"
I grinned.
"You didn't hear wrong. I already know your situation well. I'm confident in my technique to cure you. My methods and expertise are unmatched. After my SM play, Rel will regain her erogenous feelings, and the result that Ren desires will be achieved."
White Ren was taken aback by my bold words, blinking in surprise for a moment. I didn't give her the chance to respond.
"There's something I want in return. In exchange for restoring the sisters' sensuality, I need a certificate bearing the magic seal from both of you. To be precise, I need seven guarantees, including the seals from both of you and the other five witches in my harem."
"Wait a minute. What do you mean?…"
"Yes, you heard right. I haven't told you yet what my true purpose is."
I grinned.
'Fine. Whatever. I'm a vulgar male prostitute.'
And now, it was time to put an end to that facade.
"With all seven letters of guarantee, I will head to the imperial palace, have an audience with the empress, and then fuck the empress of the empire."