episode_0088

After Esti promised to sleep with Irene.

Time passed, and it was midnight.

“Hmm… .”

‘… I felt it before too, you really sleep well. How much do you trust me to do this?’

Esti, who came to bed as promised, fell asleep without any sense of caution.

Irene felt pangs of conscience for the first time ever.

To the princess who trusts him this much, from now on, he will…

‘You didn’t even know that I was planning on doing something bad.’

——Because I really, really intended to do something bad.

Something truly bad, something that is on a whole other level than stealing someone’s first kiss.

Then, her hands slowly took off Esti’s clothes.

She also has her clothes hanging down.

The two of them, who had been wearing pajamas, were naked in a matter of minutes.

“If you don’t wake up, you’ll be in big trouble. Are you okay?”

“Night owl… .”

‘Tsk. My conscience hurts.’

I called one last time just in case, but all I got in return was a sleepy voice that I couldn’t understand.

A feeling of guilt slowly rose up in me.

So strong that the corners of my mouth twisted.

But she gritted her teeth and put something on her finger.

A liquid with a sticky viscosity.

It was a love gel that I made myself.

-Slimy.

‘I should at least do this much. If you just look at it and it looks tight, it won’t fit well if you just put it in.’

Love gel that runs down your fingers and eventually becomes lukewarm at body temperature.

Even that wasn’t enough,

‘This is enough lubrication. All that’s left is….’

“Sensitivity 100x.”

-Pat.

He even used magic to increase sensitivity.

Even she, who was quite used to such things, looked so disgusted at the twenty-fold increase in ticklishness.

What would happen if what you are trying to do now were to be experienced with 100 times the sensitivity?

My fingers trembled just thinking about it.

But that too for a moment.

She made up her mind.

Be prepared to stab with your index and middle fingers.

———Between Estee’s high school days.

-Ugh.

“Wake up right now. If you don’t, I’ll do this to you until you lose your mind.”

Fingers moving forward slowly.

At the same time, a sinister look appeared on Irene’s features.

It was an expression that showed that he was truly sincere.

And then, her fingers went into Estee’s hairless spot——

-Ssss… .

Just before reaching there, blue smoke escaped from Estee’s mouth.

Irene, who saw that, took her finger back.

I am relieved that the threat worked.

“It came out quickly. But that’s a relief. If it didn’t come out, I would have really hurt myself.”

[… … .]

“You know my personality too, right?”

In front of Irene like that.

The blue smoke gradually took the shape of someone.

In Irene’s appearance.

However, they only looked the same. Anyone could tell that the two were different beings.

Unlike Irene who was naked, the girl who appeared now was fully clothed.

Another difference was the expressionless face, like an iceberg, that would occasionally melt when facing Estee.

Two people, similar yet different, faced each other.

“I’ll let it go that you manipulated me into sexually harassing me, but let me ask you one thing. Is she really a saint?”

[… … .]

The reason why Irene threatened Estee.

A Q&A session began to uncover the truth behind the incident.

The first question I asked was, most importantly, whether Esti was a saint.

Witch Irene’s eyes narrowed.

When I see her looking so pitiful.

For example, that was the expression Louis usually made when he saw a female genius do something.

‘That girl, does she see me as being on the same level as you? This is making me mad.’

“Tsk. Open your eyes. If you don’t answer, I’ll rip that thing off the princess’s ass right now.”

[… … .]

-Nod, nod.

When I pointed at Estee and threatened her, she nodded obediently.

At that, a naked Irene frowned.

I expected it, but the real princess is a saint.

then…

“… Was the reason she was friendly towards me because she knew I was a witch?”

‘Why is the saint saying that to the witch?’

Why did Estee take care of herself?

If the saint wanted to kill the witch, she should have killed her. There is no reason to protect her.

To that question, witch Irene simply chuckled.

[… … .]

“What are you laughing at? Answer me now.”

-Dori dori. So tired.

However, witch Irene’s eyes narrowed again at the urging.

A pitiful look was directed at the naked Irene.

She realized it too late.

‘Tsk. Come to think of it, it would have been quicker to ask the princess about this. Did the princess’s sloppiness rub off on me?’

“Ahem. Let me change the question. If she really is a saint, then you took her divine power and injected it into Stië… right? ”

Irene, who was embarrassed, asked another question.

Then the question is, were you the one who talked to Estee and Stier?

The negativity is back.

-Dori dori.

“… Huh? Then what happened? You know what happened, right? Explain it clearly. ”

-Dori dori.

Refusing to give a detailed explanation.

It was truly inexplicable that she was so calm even when she lifted her love gel-covered fingers.

A sigh escaped me.

“Haa. Either you know but can’t explain, or you don’t know. If it’s the former, nod once, if it’s the latter, nod twice.”

-Nod.

“Why can’t you explain? Is it because your existence is on the verge of being erased?”

-Nod.

“I’m going to go.”

An achievement that cannot be achieved even if you ask for more.

Irene felt frustrated but couldn’t say anything.

It was understandable that he couldn’t speak and acted like that because his existence was so precarious that it seemed like it would be erased from this world at any moment.

Besides, I guess. Probably…

“That’s right. Are you ‘me’ from the future?”

-Nod.

“As expected. That’s what happened because he did something like that.”

She is herself who has returned from the future.

… Even though she was a witch, there was no way she could rewind time and be fine.

In the first place, turning back time? Wouldn’t it be easier to destroy the world and rebuild it?

At least several years just for casting magic.

The aftermath or side effects are unpredictable.

So it is only natural that he returns with only his spirit and not even his body, and even that is in tatters.

It was a miracle just to be able to communicate.

But how can you blame him?

From what I’ve heard, it seems like she did something to Estee’s soul.

Because, last.

Irene asked without much expectation.

“Well, I’m just curious. What was the relationship between you and the princess in that future?”

[… … ?]

“You love the princess, right? It’s not like my tastes have changed, I’m just curious what happened to make you fall in love with such an immature person.”

Your future self will probably have the same tastes as you.

Why on earth did you fall in love with a guy like that?

You, a pedo.

It was a question I asked without thinking it was very important.

What came back was an unexpected reaction.

“———Reader.”

“… Huh? You could tell.”

“My lovely, one and only. Reader who only looks at me♡”

Witch Irene’s mouth opened for the first time.

“Aaah♡ Reader♡”

-Bubibubibubib.

“Eek.”

Even though he was burying his face hard against Estee’s chest.

Even Irene, who doesn’t give in easily to the gloomy mood, was startled.

What are you doing with your chest that has not a single thread on it and not a single curve?

Even when your lips touch the pink, you hesitate for a moment?

You stick your lips out and even kiss me?

Fortunately, since it is a spirit entity that does not have a physical body, it is only an imitation. There is no real contact, though…

Is this right? Just looking at her appearance, she looks exactly like a child begging for milk. Saying, “Este Maman, Mamma, give me milk.”

For some reason, I felt like a song was playing in my head that went something like, ‘If you touch me, you’ll be arrested, roll call in prison.’

But, fortunately or unfortunately.

This unwholesome spectacle soon came to an end.

‘That crazy pedophile bitch… No, that’s not the point.’

“Wait a minute. If you can tell, I have something to ask you in more detail. What kind of magic did you use on the saintess… .”

-Gooo.

“So. To the reader. Don’t do bad things.”

Emotions revealed nakedly.

A cracked voice, spitting out words as if chewing, full of pain.

Just hearing it made the room swell with emotional rage.

How intense was this,

“Uh, uh… ?”

‘What the heck, what on earth did you have to go through to make a sound like that? Even if you were burned at the stake, you wouldn’t make a sound like that.’

The world’s best Irene was scared for a moment and took a step back,

“Ugh… Wheels, bugs…? Huh… .”

-Swish, swish.

[… … !!!]

Estee’s dream of eating night jelly suddenly turned into a snow train.

Esti, who would not wake up no matter what she did, groaned in a nightmare.

Of course, the former would be fine, but the latter was not what the witch Irene wanted.

Startled, she immediately calmed down and glared at Irene.

It contains the accusation that our readers are scared because of you.

-Obviously.

‘No, it’s your fault. Why are you mad at me when you scared me?’

It was a bolt from the blue for Irene, who had been just watching, but anyway.

Then, witch Irene quickly took action.

It was because Esti had gone beyond a nightmare and was covered in a cold sweat while being pressed by scissors.

“If you’re going to do it, do it kindly. With love. ”

“… … What?”

“From petting. Enough.”

-Whirlwind.

Witch Irene left a few words and then turned into blue smoke.

The smoke just escaped from Estee’s lips.

Esti, who had been having nightmares, became calm again.

“Hehehe, what is it, what are the two of them…?”

“… … ?”

Because, under the moonlight.

Irene, who was alone again, just blinked.

‘… No. Is it okay to do that with her? Isn’t she the girl you love? Do you like having your woman stolen?’

How much of a pervert will I become in the future?

It was a fundamental question.

* * *

The next day.

I woke up from a deep sleep,

“Princess. No, saintess.”

“That noise again? I told you I’m not a saint… .”

“You knew, right? I’m a witch.”

“Ugh.”

‘suddenly?’

Irene came out of the blue.