"… So, if I help you achieve that goal, you'll help Rel recover?"
"Yes, that's right. How does it sound? I don't think it's a bad deal."
White Ren stared at the man in front of her with her expression blank. What on earth was this man? The same went for the four letters containing magic seals and the absurd, shamelessly proud goal he had just mentioned. He was an enigma, someone who couldn't be understood by conventional standards.
Black Rel seemed visibly displeased.
From the start, she wasn't someone who liked the idea of White Ren being forced into a game she had no interest in. But seeing such shamelessness, hearing such rude comments about fucking the empress of an empire founded by witches, it was hard not to find it appealing.
"What's your answer?"
"I agree. Can you really cure her?"
"If I fail, I'll take full responsibility. You can do whatever you want with me. I came here because I'm truly confident. If I weren't, I wouldn't have come."
After silencing Black Rel, White Ren immediately nodded.
"Great. Let's begin right away. You can do as you wish. The deal is done. As long as you fulfill your promise, we'll honor your terms. I'll provide a warranty with both of our magic seals."
"Ren… I…"
"Let's give it a try. He said if he fails, he'll take responsibility, right? He'll also take responsibility for any unpleasant feelings you might have had."
Black Rel sighs at those words and nods while White Ren laughs. This was it. Even if he failed, she would still get her money's worth. After all, it wasn't like she had tried to attract men before because she thought there was great potential.
"Bitch!!. Then let's go to the playroom."
I and the twins made our way to a deeper part of the mansion, to a basement. As soon as they opened the door, they closed it behind them and turned their attention towards me.
White Ren was dressed in a school uniform that looked like something out of a teen drama, while Black Rel was in her neat, well-fitted witch uniform.
"Is this the room?"
"Yes. Please let me know how you want to play. We can adjust the room's structure as needed."
"Good. Could you replace this with a rather shabby school building? And Rel, please take off your witch uniform and change into a school uniform similar to Ren's."
Black Rel frowned but decided to comply. She sighed, and with a snap of her fingers, she transformed into a school uniform that resembled Ren's.
"Well… That's good. Now, let's get started in earnest."
"What kind of SM play are you going for?"
"We'll go with the play Ren likes, using the old concept. You like being punished, right? We'll go with that."
"Ah… Really?"
Ren didn't hide her disappointment at the unexpectedly simple play. It was true that it was her preference. Before the accident, Ren and Rel had shared the same tastes.
Even though it was SM, her tastes leaned more towards witch Ray. Both Ren and Ray were masochists who enjoyed being punished. However, now Black Rel only regarded such plays with disgust, feeling that what she was being subjected to was somewhat ambiguous.
Having already experienced this game dozens of times, Ren couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"Of course, it won't be ordinary."
Seeing her disappointed reaction, I calmly took something out of my subspace pocket. It was an unusual-looking knuckle, engraved with a special magic that Ren and Rel had never seen before.
"Bitches! Please, both of you, stay still. I'll cast a bit of magic."
Soon, the tattoos on my hands, along with a few others, began to glow. It seemed like everything was in place. I grinned and placed the knuckle in my hand.
"Then, let's begin. Are you both ready?"
"I'm ready anytime. Rel… probably hates a play like this."
"I understand. Then, Rel, please sit on the chair over there."
Black Rel reluctantly sat down on the chair, her eyes still filled with dissatisfaction.
Rel sat quietly, watching Ren and me. In that state, I gently caressed my knuckles before approaching White Ren.
"Fuck you!!"
A swear word was muttered softly.
With that, the SM play had begun.
When Ren noticed this, she closed her eyes for a moment, casting a pitiful glance.
Well, wasn't that the essence of all punishment play?
"I'm sorry. Please don't hit me."
She was uttering a voice filled with pity and a trembling body.
Seeing my vicious expression and attitude, Ren thought she had no shortcomings in her acting. Her heart began to pound. Even if it was for her twin sister, her preference really was this way.
'Was it because she had grown up in nobility all her life?'
There was no play that turned her on more than being fucked by a man who made her giggle while inflicting her pain upon her.
"I told you to bring the money by today, right? Ok? Do you think what I was saying was bullshit?"
"Ha, but I have real money now…"
"Too late."
I raised my fist, ready to strike.
Now I was going to hit her in the stomach. Well, that was common. It was very predictable up to this point. Ren had planned to pretend to feel moderate pain when his fist landed on her stomach.
But inside, anxiety and worry slowly crept in. That amazing thing was Author Crown. But this felt so ordinary that she wondered if something was different.
And…
Puck!!
With a sharp sound, his fist sank deep into her stomach.
"Ugh! ♥… Gagging!"
"A million!… Ahh!! ♥"
The two witches' eyes widened. Ren fell to the floor, clutching her stomach and gasping for breath. Rel, too, toppled out of the chair she was sitting in and collapsed to the floor, her eyes wide in shock.
"Ugh♥… Ah…♥"
The pain was so intense that she couldn't breathe properly. But why?
What on earth had he done?
"Huh!… Ugh♥… Ah♥"
Ren smiled, her expression radiating sheer happiness. Looking at her like that, I grinned.
"You like getting punished, right?"
It was the expansion of senses through body modification. A forced link between the two witches' senses through sensory transference. And one more thing.
A very powerful hypnotic spell had been cast on Ren.
It was a hypnosis that replaced pain with pleasure. That was also the reason she collapsed with just one punch.
"Aahhh!!! ♥♥"
Ren's pussy started to get wet with a lewd sound.
'Ah!! My head is spinning. My nose feels like it's bleeding. There's no energy in my limbs. To be more precise, it feels like I have no energy because I have too much of it.'
'What is this strange sensation? What is happening?'
[Your current physical condition is not normal!]
[Excessive play reduces physical ability!]
[We recommend that you get plenty of rest!]
It was the aftereffects of witch's blood. A symptom of excessive magical power surging through my body. Yes, that's right. I had overdone it a bit. After about a month, I would need to consume blood to return to a safe state, but I didn't want to do that.
What could I say? Was it because he got angry after attacking Janice and Rio so quickly, and people criticized me for playing in a buggy way? If I could conquer Rel and Ren in the shortest amount of time, wouldn't that be a new record? It was a reward for taking the blood of five more witches and drinking it—my instinct to attack had led me astray.
In return, I had acquired some new high-level entertainment tools. I had then strengthened the hypnosis magic to its limits and, finally, the result.
The amount of stamina and physical strength in my body had been greatly enhanced. Thanks to that, I was still holding on. … My body was definitely tired, but that didn't mean I could give up.
"Gagging… Ugh ♥"
Ren fell to the floor, trembling and clutching her stomach with both hands. But she was smiling. She wasn't a very physically strong witch, and what made it even better? While she usually used common tools when playing SM with other witches, this time, she was experiencing the Knuckle of Extreme Pain, a high-level magical tool.
When struck in that area, it induced the most intense pain possible, yet surprisingly, there was no harm to the body. In fact, it was a high-level magic tool that any experienced player, with two or more rounds under their belt, would bring when attacking Ren and Rel.
"Give me the money. Where's the money?"
I tried to be as vulgar and rude as possible. Honestly, if someone just looked at the play setup, it would seem amusing. But it was my acting that made the setup anything but funny.
"Good. You're not going to answer, right? Then here it was."
I summoned my tentacles, then firmly grabbed Ren's arms, lifting them up. Her abdomen and body were exposed in an unavoidable way. I then assumed my boxing stance, targeting her abdomen.
Ren lifted her head, her eyes hazy, and looked at me.
"What have you done to me?"
Did she defy the SM play concept? She was an unfortunate outcast, getting taken advantage of in the moment. But so what?
The pleasure she's experiencing for the first time must be overwhelming her mind, making those words slip out.
"I don't know anything!"
This time I hit her side.
My fist struck again!
With a sound, it struck her delicate body. Ren's body shrank. She couldn't even scream this time. Her body went limp, and a popping sound echoed.
Drool began to flow from her mouth, and Ren could be heard panting, struggling to breathe properly.
"Ah ♥… Ugh! ♥"
She twisted her body, smiling. Despite the slight embarrassment, she seemed to be in a good mood. She gasped, writhing in pain, unable to move properly. She stumbled, and her arms were caught by the tentacles, hanging limp like a punching bag.
She lifted her eyes and looked at me.
Those were pleading eyes.
More roughly!!
She was pleading with him to hit her more violently.
"Bitch!!!"
I spit on her, the saliva landing on her face. She looks at me with an ecstatic expression.
I raised my fist, planning to strike straight at the center of her abdomen to create the sensation of her internal organs twisting.
But before I can act, someone grabbed my leg.
"What have you done to me… Gagging!… What have you done to me?"
Her usually stiff poker face cracks with confusion and fear.
I quietly watch Rel, who was crawling at my feet.
She was experiencing a half-disconnected sharing of sensation, a condition that prevents the transfer of senses or emotions.
She must have been surprised, as for the first time after breaking through it, the intense pain and pleasure felt by her twin, Ren, were transferred to her.
What is it? It's due to the sensory transfer magic, developed to a level close to sharing their souls.
If I deliver a few more hits like this, the sexual feelings sealed within her body will gradually resurface.
"You talk so much. Fuck you, bitches!"
Saying that, I drove my fist straight into Ren's stomach.
Puck!
With a sharp sound, my knuckles sank deep into her abdomen.
"Hehe!… ♥"
As the blow landed, Ren's eyes rolled back with a soft, cute moan.
She wore a dazed, melted expression—one that seemed fit only for someone with hearts in their eyes.