Ch. 50 The Two Witches (30)
by Afuhfuihgs
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Witch – Chapter 50- The Two Witches (30)
“Did a thief break in?”
When I teleported into Beryl’s room, the chaotic scene made me wonder if I had teleported to the wrong place.
The blanket and pillows were scattered far and wide and the glow-in-the-dark dragon Beryl had proudly shown off was wedged between the door, as if screaming.
The witch’s mirror was shattered, littering the floor, making me suspect that a thief might have broken in.
Though if a thief had come, they wouldn’t have stood a chance against Beryl… but the important thing was that Beryl herself was nowhere to be seen.
“Beryl?”
Where did she go?
She wouldn’t be under the bed.
It wasn’t time to open the shop yet.
I searched the entire room but couldn’t find her. She wasn’t in the shop hall either, which left only the storage room.
“Beryl, are you here?”
“Ugh… Estelle? Is that you?”
When I cautiously opened the storage room door, I saw Beryl crouched in a corner, trembling.
“What’s going on? Did a thief break in?”
“W-well… it’s… it’s…”
Did a thief really break in?
Beryl clung to the items piled up in the storage room and barely managed to stand up.
Since she was facing the wall, I could only see her back, but the effects of the potion were undeniable—her chest was the first thing that caught my eye.
“I can’t wake up from this dream… What do I do? My chest… it can’t be this big. It’s suffocating… I can’t breathe…”
When she turned around, I realized that the pajamas that had seemed loose and cute just yesterday could now look downright sexy.
The buttons were screaming, and her chest was threatening to burst through the gaps.
That’s going to pop any second now.
“Eek!?”
Pop!
As if on cue, a button that was unable withstand the pressure flew past me with a terrifying sound.
I never thought I’d witness a button popping in real life.
Even when I looked at my own chest in the mirror, it never evoked such a strong reaction or curiosity.
But as her chest swayed, freed from the button’s restraint, I couldn’t look away.
Did I give her too much?
It wasn’t bigger than mine, but it was definitely on a whole different level compared to any other chest I’d seen.
Beryl, with tears streaming down her face tried to cover her chest with her hands, but it was no use.
“Beryl, this isn’t a dream.”
“You’re lying… This is a nightmare. I must be dreaming because I’ve been jealous of Estelle’s chest, wanting to tear it off…!”
What are you talking about, Beryl…?
I had secretly given her the potion to surprise her, but it seemed to have backfired.
Beryl was in denial, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
“Is this… my chest?”
“Oh, dear.”
I broke a sweat trying to convince her.
Once Beryl accepted reality, she began to grope her own chest.
If I had lived 500 years as flat-chested and suddenly became busty, I’d probably spend the whole day touching my chest too.
After my own chest went from boing to booooing! thanks to the potion, I spent a long time sitting in front of the mirror fiddling with it.
Fascinated, she licked her chest and even tried to shape it into strange forms… I get that it’s exciting, but I’d prefer if she did that in private.
“Milk won’t come out, right?”
“No, it won’t. Don’t suck on it.”
“What about you, Estelle?”
“…No milk here either.”
“Oh, really? You’re so busty, I thought you must be storing a lot of milk… I guess not.”
Does having a bigger chest make you dumber?
She’s not a cow, and it’s not like she’s storing mana in there.
Unlike the potion I had taken, the improved love potion I gave Beryl had caused significant changes to her previously slender body.
I thought only her chest would grow, but her hips had widened and her buttocks and thighs had become plump. Her skeletal structure seemed to have adjusted to accommodate her new chest, making her look like a completely different person.
Even a married man would have his family fall apart in an instant if Beryl so much as linked arms with him.
I don’t know what kind of relationship Emily has with Nicks, but I feel sorry for Emily.
While Beryl played with her chest, I adjusted the size of the clothes and underwear from her wardrobe.
Her pajamas were already torn, so she couldn’t wear anything else.
I also took the opportunity to spruce up her plain clothes.
Beryl looked good in a black dress with green accents, matching her hair, but to maintain a pure and innocent vibe, I rearranged it with a white base instead.
A short skirt that showed off her long legs would have suited her too, but a dress that subtly highlighted her figure with its lines would be more psychologically reassuring for Beryl.
Her chest was already so prominent that even without exposure, it was eye-catching.
I added magic circles to her clothes and underwear for anti-shake, shock absorption, and anti-sagging, just like I did with my own.
“Hehe. It’s like slime.”
Ugh, how embarrassing.
I thought about scolding Beryl, who was still obsessed with her chest, but decided to let her enjoy it.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Beryl, who had lived 500 years as flat-chested, had no idea how terrifying having a large chest could be.
“Beryl, try these on. Let me know if they don’t fit.”
“Okay! Thank you!”
It seemed she was too shy to change in front of me, so she headed for the door.
“Eek!?”
She tripped over the threshold and fell.
Since she was holding the clothes with both hands, her chest took the full impact.
My chest hurt just watching.
Even a slight bump would be painful, so a fall like that…
“Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot? You have to be careful since you can’t see your feet.”
“Ugh… It hurts, but I’m so happy…”
“Ah… um, okay.”
If Beryl’s happy, then I guess it’s fine.
If I slapped her chest, she might just pass out.
“Change in the room. I’ll wait outside.”
“Th-thank you.”
I carefully sent her back to the room and closed the door.
Crash! Along with a scream, there was the sound of her falling or bumping into something again, and then the door opened.
“How do I look…? Does it suit me?”
Who knew white and green could look so provocative?
It was a simple dress with no exposure, but on Beryl, it exuded sexiness rather than purity… all because of her figure which couldn’t be hidden by clothes anymore.
Plus, her blushing cheeks added a touch of cuteness, making her the ultimate creature—both sexy and adorable.
Seeing Beryl, who used to cover herself up in a hood and robe, now looking like this, I started to feel like she was too good for Nicks.
“Can I hug you?”
“Huh? Eek…! Don’t squeeze too hard, it hurts…!”
I asked, but I didn’t really care about her answer, so I hugged her as tightly as I could. There was the minor issue of her chest pressing against me, but I didn’t mind.
How much could it hurt? If it hurts, I should be the one hurting more.
Even Beryl’s whining seemed cute.
I couldn’t believe she was a witch over 400 years older than me.
“You’re so cute! It’s unfair how cute you are! You’re too good for Nicks. Why don’t you just live with me?”
I exaggerated to boost Beryl’s self-esteem.
“We’re just friends… Living together is… well, something we can consider after getting to know each other better…”
Beryl, you’re taking this too literally…
I shook her out of her delusions.
“Alright, and once we do this…”
I took out the blindfold I had made earlier from my inventory.
I tucked one side behind her ear to reveal her hidden green hair and tied the remaining strap into a cute ribbon near her ear.
Beryl who now looked both sexy and cute, smiled enchantingly.
“The dress and now this blindfold… I can feel your mana in them.”
“Of course. I can’t give my friend something ordinary, can I? Keep that blindfold on. It’ll help ward off curses.”
“Thank you… I feel like I’m always receiving from you. Is there anything I can do for you? I’ll do anything you ask!”
Anything I ask…?
She probably meant it innocently, but my mind kept going in strange directions.
“I’ll think about it some more.”
Maybe I’ll have her casually link arms with Nicks. Or have her cross her legs in front of Nicks to see where his eyes go.
Or maybe from behind, squeeze! and leave a chest stamp…
No, skin contact might be too hasty for Beryl. It could backfire if she resists, so I need to be more careful.
For now, let’s start by showing Nicks her current appearance and take it step by step.
Hehe.
Just thinking about it makes me excited.
“We should start preparing to open the shop soon… I’ll put on my robe.”
“Huh? What are you talking about? You can’t wear the robe anymore.”
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
Beryl tilted her head, as if she had forgotten our conversation from last night.
“You said you’d do anything I asked, right? No more robes.”
I went through the trouble of changing her clothes and giving her a blindfold.
There’s no way I’m allowing her to cover it all up with a robe and hood now.
Her chest is out of the question.
“S-so… I have to see Nicks… N-N-N-N-Nicks like this?”
“Bingo~ You’re so excited you’re stuttering!”
I knew it, but I pretended not to notice.
Lucent
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