Ch. 158 🔒 The Witch and the Black Knight (35)
by Afuhfuihgs
Chapter 158 – The Witch and the Black Knight (35)
Even though it had only been a split second, the image of Edel’s demonic sword refused to leave my mind.
The harder I tried to forget, the more vividly my brain replayed it, forcing me to crouch down and bury my head in my hands, letting the heat of my embarrassment dissipate like a mirage.
About twice the size of an average man’s, huh?
In length. And girth.
Absolutely monstrous.
No, more importantly, would it even fit?
I had no idea what kind of woman would end up with Edel, but I couldn’t help but imagine that the pain would outweigh the pleasure.
Before I knew it, I found myself measuring the size of his sword with my fingers, as if marking a child’s height on a doorframe.
Even when I stretched my fingers as wide as they could go, I couldn’t fully encompass it between my thumb and middle finger.
A size so monstrous that I’d need both hands just to measure it properly.
I swallowed dryly.
Are all demons like this?
Or is Edel just special?
For a moment, I even wondered if Edel might be an incubus.
I was the one who said that if I peeked, it wouldn’t be out of innocence… So what on earth possessed me to sneak a look at him undressing?!
By the time I regained my senses, it was far too late.
Where is the rational Estelle right now? Not doing her job, that’s for sure.
In the end, I was the one who peeked, and I was the one regretting it now. But if I didn’t separate myself from my actions like this, I’d lose my mind.
It’s just a reproductive organ, isn’t it?
When I saw the grotesque appendages of orcs, ogres, and other monsters, I had no problem slicing them off like they were nothing.
Edel’s no different.
He’s the Black Knight, one of the Demon King’s Four Heavenly Kings.
Practically just another mob.
No need to overthink it.
“Haaah…”
I shook my head several times, trying to dislodge the image of that sword from my mind, then took a deep breath.
Let’s just change into swimsuits.
Edel’s probably already changed.
I was about to summon mine from my makeshift inventory when I felt something touch my lower stomach.
I couldn’t see past my chest, but I could tell it was my own hands resting there.
What the hell are my hands doing?!
Apparently, while I was lost in my depraved thoughts, they had moved on their own, like sleepwalking without permission.
I pulled them away and reached for my swimsuit in the inventory—only to realize my fingers were still positioned as if measuring that thing.
The sensation lingering on my fingertips made it all too clear.
And my fingers were…
Above my navel?!
Wh—WHAT THE—?!
“KYAAAAAH?!!!”
With a sound like the snapping of my last shred of sanity, I let out a sharp scream.
Once again, my face burned.
First, it was Edel. Now, even my own hands were sexually harassing me.
The marks I’d left on the rock earlier flashed before my eyes, and the phantom sensation on my fingers and stomach made an indescribable emotion boil inside me.
That rock, the one I used to measure Edel’s sword, was no longer just a rock.
To me, it had become a physical manifestation of that thing.
Before I knew it, my mana-charged fist had smashed into the rock, reducing it to dust.
My unharmed fist trembled, as if protesting the pain.
Am I… sexually frustrated?
I’ve lived as a woman for so long, yet I’ve never felt like this before…
Or is this some kind of mental manipulation? Hypnosis?
I quickly used Ulti to check my condition, but there were no signs of outside interference.
Then what the hell is this?!
“Estelle, what’s wrong?”
“Eeep?!!”
Just as I was huffing in agitation, the culprit of my current state appeared, drawn by the noise of me smashing the rock.
Another embarrassingly high-pitched scream escaped me, and my legs gave out, sending me collapsing to the ground.
The black swimsuit.
This is all its fault.
Hidden beneath it was a weapon that could be unsheathed at any moment.
If not for the magic circles, the sheer size of it would’ve made the swimsuit bulge or even tent obscenely.
And now, that sword was casting a shadow over me as its owner approached.
To make matters worse, with my legs weak, the sight of that black swimsuit coming closer made my vision darken at the edges.
I need to look away, just turn my head or close my eyes, but my body won’t obey.
Like a small creature facing an overwhelming predator, I was paralyzed by helplessness, tears welling up on their own.
“Estelle?! Are you alright?!”
“Eek!”
Edel’s voice sounded flustered, as if startled by my pitiful state.
One step.
Then another.
Bare feet pressed into the sand as he approached, and I had to stop him somehow.
Ironically, the first part of my body that obeyed my will was my hands.
I spread my fingers, the same ones I never wanted to see again, and focused mana toward the black swimsuit.
A fierce pink current erupted from the center of a large magic circle.
“What is th—”
“I TOLD YOU I’D KILL YOU IF I PEEKED…!!”
With a near-screamed declaration, the magic cannon fired.
After that, all I could do was flee the beach like a coward, regardless of what happened to Edel.
“I’m insane, insane, insane, insane…!”
Stomping through the forest behind the beach, I spat out curses under my breath.
Even after walking far enough that the sea was no longer visible, I still couldn’t calm down.
My eyelashes fluttered, and my shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
“I’ve actually lost it! Huh?! Why the hell did I even look?!”
If I didn’t vent like this, I felt like I’d be swallowed whole by this emotion, whether it was shame or something else, I didn’t know.
After walking for a while, I finally reached another shoreline.
Only then did my body begin to settle. I slumped onto a nearby rock and let out a sigh so deep it felt like my soul was leaving me.
There was no way I could go back now, not with the image of Edel’s sword burned into my mind.
Whether we were setting up for a barbecue, swimming together, building sandcastles, or even just playfully splashing water, it was obvious my eyes would drift toward that black swimsuit.
Maybe I should use Ulti to mess with my own memories…?
Pink energy coiled around my hand before quickly fading away.
No. If I tamper with my memories and then realize something’s off later, I’ll just use Ulti again… The backlash would be catastrophic.
Passing out like last time once was more than enough.
“What do I do…?”
I was supposed to be teaching him how to have a beach date, but I’d already hit an unexpected obstacle right at the start.
If this had just been another case of Edel’s usual oblivious, idiotic sexual harassment, I could’ve scolded him a few times and moved on…
But this all started because I peeked, a small… no, a demonic sword-sized incident. My face burned at the thought.
Edel’s probably still waiting.
I couldn’t even imagine what expression to wear when facing him after abandoning him on the beach like that.
This is all because of the damn swimsuit.
I pulled out my own swimsuit from the inventory, shifting the blame onto it.
A plain white bikini with no special patterns.
One I’d made two years ago when I considered taking Josie and Leo to the beach.
It dangled pathetically from my hand.
Witches don’t age, so my body shouldn’t have changed, but even from a glance, it looked too small.
I held the bikini top against my clothes, then sighed when I realized how pointless that was.
Even if this was just for practice, it was still supposed to be a date. I couldn’t just sit here sulking forever.
Let’s change and go.
Steeling myself, I stood up.
Just as I was about to undress, I glanced around, worried Edel might have followed me.
Relief washed over me when I saw no sign of him, but only for a moment.
What if someone else peeks like I did?
I quickly set up magic barriers around me before carefully removing my clothes.
Layer by layer.
Fabric slid down, surrendering to gravity.
As my chest, previously hidden by both clothes and magic, asserted its presence, I picked up the bikini.
I fastened the bottom first, the snug fabric digging into my hips, then hurriedly put on the top.
The issue of weight gain, which had seemed trivial compared to the sword, now resurfaced with alarming urgency.
“Ugh… I have gained weight.”
Cupping my breasts from below, I felt something soft yet elastic, a paradoxical existence, pressing between my fingers.
It’s too small.
Every breath felt suffocating.
Despite making it with extra room, more skin was exposed than covered.
The straps of the bikini top strained under the weight, pressing heavily into my shoulders.
With every breath, blue veins became visible beneath my skin—
Irregular and reckless.
Like tangled spiderwebs, they stood out obscenely.
It felt like my chest was throwing a tantrum, demanding a larger swimsuit immediately.
I could adjust the size with magic now, but… I don’t have any spare materials left from when I made this.
Worried the curves might show through the fabric, I cautiously ran my hands over it, but thankfully, only the smooth lines of the swimsuit greeted me.
“The rest of me hasn’t gotten bigger, right…?”
Edel had assured me I hadn’t gained weight, that my figure was the same… But seeing how much fuller my chest had become, anxiety gnawed at me.
Using a magic mirror to check my reflection, I frantically poked at my stomach, thighs, and arms to confirm their condition.
Luckily, only my chest had grown, the rest of me was the same as before.
The problem is my chest…
Should I wear a cover-up or a cardigan?
But then, a strange sense of vengeance bubbled up.
Let Edel suffer too.
Why should I hide anything?
If I had to see his sword, then he should have to see this!
I’ll flaunt it so boldly he won’t know where to look!
Slapping my cheeks to snap myself out of it, I turned and marched back toward the beach where Edel was waiting.
………
……
…
.
What if he just stares at my chest the whole time…?
…If he looks for more than three seconds, I’m not letting it slide.
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