32nd time
*The lion has high pride.
032 ? The lion has high pride #3
Swaaaaaaahh …
When you twist the faucet or valve attached to the pipe, a stream of water pours down from the ceiling.
A cramped room like a phone booth.
A baptism of extremely cold water with no trace of warmth whatsoever.
But that alone was great enough. There were even private showers in the store. The money was good.
Anyway, after I got soaked in cold water from head to toe, the bad smell that had clung to my body seemed to have gone away, and my mind, which had been stained with confusion and excitement, seemed to have been washed away.
“Friend-. Should I push your back-?”
At that moment, I heard a soft woman’s voice outside the shower room door. I was so flustered that I started rambling nonsense.
“Okay, it’s okay!”
“There will be incense there too-. Wipe every nook and cranny clean-. The most important thing when cooking is preparing the ingredients-.”
And then the witch laughs, “Hang-Hang-Hang.” I don’t know what kind of laughter that is. That’s just how witches are.
She is nicknamed a witch because there is something about her that is incomprehensible to human understanding.
“after.”
No matter how much cold water I turned on, my heart was pounding like a large speaker with its woofer turned up loud, and I couldn’t calm down.
Taking a shower in a strange woman’s house!
What man wouldn’t be nervous or excited in such a situation?
If there is one, it is either a sage or a gentleman. And fortunately or regrettably, I am not one of those two types of people.
“Come out quickly-.”
“That, that, that’s almost washed!”
I rubbed my body here and there with something I didn’t know, like incense or something, that was placed in the corner, then finally I washed my body and dried it with a dry cloth lying nearby.
As I stepped out the door, I saw red eyes shining like some kind of light even in the darkness, and the space between my knees felt tingly.
“Good-. The smell is completely gone-. You cleaned it properly-.”
“Where are my clothes-.”
“I don’t need it anymore-. Come here-.”
The witch’s slender fingers grabbed my arm and dragged me somewhere, making me sit on a chair.
People – it was a strength so strong that I couldn’t even imagine it was a woman’s strength, so I was forced to sit on a chair, unable to resist, like a doll that girls play with.
Was I such a weak man? I feel such self-loathing, but I can only assume that I have some magical powers. Even the elf witch Elfriede had thin arms but was as strong as a gorilla.
Is being a witch a title that can only be given to someone with great physical strength? – When I was somehow trying to get my overloaded head over to such a foolish thought.
“Okay-. Actually, I wanted to take it a little longer-. But I can’t help it-. I couldn’t stand it anymore-.”
The witch who had disappeared somewhere appeared holding a large pair of scissors. They were really large scissors.
A pair of scissors so big that you have to hold them with both hands. They were so scary that you would think that if you put a human arm between the blades, it would be cut in half.
“I, uh, uh, what are you trying to do-?”
“Actually, I wanted to do this since the first time we met-. But I wasn’t sure back then-. Just stay still-. It won’t hurt-. If you move, it might hurt-.”
And then he put scissors to my head and neck. Shit, am I going to be beheaded like this? I thought to myself, and I wanted to move my body and run away.
My body didn’t move from the chair as if I had glued my buttocks. Sval, is that really glued? What kind of primitive yet powerful trap is this?
I was like a rat stuck in a sticky mousetrap. My palm wouldn’t even leave the armrest. Then the witch spoke from behind me.
“You won’t be able to move it-. That chair, it’s a legendary relic-. Have you ever heard of the Chair of Oblivion-?”
“Me, a legendary relic?”
At the mention of a legendary relic, I saw several gold coins—no, a bundle of gold coins—clinking before my eyes. Even in this situation, I had illusions about money. Come to your senses, Hassan!
“Yeah, once you stick your butt to a chair, you can’t get up until someone drops you off. Usually, people with weak stomachs end up losing their minds. Are you holding on because of grace?”
Seogeong-.
At that moment, I felt something very sharp cutting my hair. In an instant, the back of my neck felt cool and I just shivered.
“Honey, you were planning this from the moment we first met? Then, was that request just bait to catch me!?”
“Yes, similar-. A blessed Samaritan-. Where else can you find something so rare-. Any witch would want it-. Now it’s all mine-!”
“Please, spare my life!”
“Are you scared? Pray to the god your friend believes in. Even if you do that, there is no god here. In the first place, there is no such thing as god in this world. There are only fools wearing hats.”
Joe, this is fucked up.
If there is one thing I have felt while rolling around this world for two years, it is that everything in this world is deeply connected to faith and religion, and it is impossible to separate them no matter how hard you try.
In a world where magic and superstition were rampant and science and rational thinking were underdeveloped, it is not surprising that people believed in a great and mysterious being called God.
Even in my world, where we send men to the moon and communicate with people on the other side of the globe via radio waves, religion is a very powerful force.
Moreover, in this barbaric world, religion and faith can be seen as absolute truth itself.
So, it was absolutely impossible to curse or insult God.
Since it is a polytheistic religion, there may be instances where other gods are insulted and our own god is worshipped.
There can be no children who deny the very concept of faith and religion. If they do, they will certainly be ostracized, trampled, and diminished by the mainstream society!
But this witch is speaking nonchalantly about the most taboo of taboos.
He’s more dangerous than you think.
“Friend Samaritan-. You really have black hair-. Indeed, to this extent, it is inevitable that you will be ostracized and called a descendant of Pluto-.”
Seogeong, Seogeong-.
The witch continued to cut my head haphazardly with a pair of giant scissors.
My hair, which used to hang down to my shoulders, is now cut mercilessly like animal hair and rolls on the floor.
“Okay, now it’s clean. Your hair is pretty good material. Not just hair. Fingernails, toenails. Blood. Bones and flesh. There’s nothing to throw away.”
“Eek!”
“So, you guys are on the verge of extinction right now. We have to cherish you and protect you. Forever. Forever.”
While the witch was babbling, my eyes moved busily towards the beakers and flasks piled up here and there in the hut.
The blurry eyes of the frogs, snakes, and dissected birds inside seemed to be looking at me and saying, “Come on, buddy-.” Why am I your friend, you little ones!
“Fuck! Phew, let me go!”
“I guess you’re finally starting to understand the situation-. You’d better be a little stronger when it comes to women’s seduction, buddy-.”
Click-. Click.
The witch finally got to the point where she cut my fingernails with those merciless giant scissors. It was such a horrible sight that I wanted to close my eyes tightly.
“It won’t cut nicely-. Just cut the hand off-? Of course I’m joking-. I’m not stupid enough to cut open the goose that lays the golden eggs-. Okay, the fingernails are done-.”
The witch who was cutting my fingernails with giant scissors disappeared behind my back.
Feeling uneasy about the witch disappearing from my sight, I could do nothing but scream.
“What are you going to do with me, witch!”
“Oh my-. You’ve become brave-. It’s not a big deal-. I’ll cut your hair like this in the future-. I’ll trim your fingernails and toenails-. I’ll feed you well at mealtimes-. All you have to do as a friend is sit here quietly-. For the rest of your life-.”
A swoosh came over me. Soon, I felt something soft touch the back of my neck and the witch’s lips pressed against my ear.
“A life of rejection is just hard – I know that too -. Isn’t it hard to live from day to day, working hard -? I’ll make it so you can live your whole life without working -.”
What was ringing in my ears was literally the witch’s spell itself. Hearing a proposal from a pretty woman who would let me live my whole life without having to work.
Being proposed to by a rich and beautiful woman and living with her at home. It’s a dreamlike story.
Come to think of it, it was probably one of my bucket list items. But damn, I don’t have to sit in a chair like this my whole life.
“Poetry, I hate it!”
I shed tears of blood and refused the offer. If it had been in a different form, I wouldn’t have even thought about it, but this is just not right.
“Why-? After all, it seems like it’s hard for someone from the wilderness to stay cooped up inside-. Then I’ll put wheels on the chair and take them for walks sometimes-.”
“If I disappear, my colleagues will suspect you, huhuhu-.”
Churp, churrup.
I couldn’t finish my sentence because something extremely sticky and soft was nagging at my ear.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was the witch’s tongue and that I was now being bitten and licked by the witch.
“Whoa-.”
It was the first time in my life that someone had licked my ear.
That’s why I first learned that just having my ears licked sends a tingling, thrilling electric current down my spinal cord from the tip of my buttocks to the back of my head.
Nemea, the witch who soon whispered in my ear with her tongue sticking out.
“Comrade-? Is there such a soft thing in this world-. For a Samaritan, you have a naive side-. This is the world where everyone has to live alone-. Flimsy faith becomes a dagger in your back and stabs you-. Like this-.”
Swish-.
Something sharp and pointy bit my shoulder hard.
“ah-!”
The pain was so intense that the expression “being eaten alive” came to mind.
There was a time when Elfriede bit my arm because she was tired of beating me with her whip, and that scene naturally flashed back to me.
Witches may enjoy biting and chewing people.
“The leather is a bit tough-. This has a chewy taste to it, but-. More importantly, what is this-.”
The witch’s two hands moved from my shoulders to my chest and then down my stomach. It was a leisurely, streamlined movement like a snake following its prey.
“What are you making so hard-. Pervert-.”
“I, that, that-.”
Even when tied up, shame and embarrassment are felt.
But if you insist, there isn’t a single man who wouldn’t feel his blood rush to the softness of a chest touching the nape of his neck or the pleasure of having his ear licked!
“I heard that Samaritans’ stuff is small-. It’s not as small as I thought-. If it’s like this, it’s a pleasant miscalculation-.”
Fingers wrapped around my lower body with a swish. Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, I almost jumped a few centimeters into the air.
It’s understandable why Finley and Luna would make a fuss when someone touched their feet. It takes a lot of determination to expose someone else’s weakness!
“It’s good to be healthy-. It’s so hard, like a rock-. Isn’t it a real rock-?”
Kwaaaaak-.
I felt like tears were welling up in my eyes as the witch grabbed my thing and pressed it down so mercilessly that I thought she was going to squeeze it and make it burst.
“Ah, ah-!”
“Hmm-. That’s strange-. Doesn’t it feel better if you touch it like this-?”
Kook, joooooook-.
The witch just grabbed my things and squeezed them.
“Ghhh!”
But there is no way that I will feel good about this simple act of bullying. The male body is made very delicately! Of course, it may be a reward for some, but at least not for me.
“Is this the wrong place? Then do you feel good here?”
The witch finally reached the point where she held my two precious beads in her palms, squeezing and pulling them.
“It’s ripping! Shit, stop it! It’s really ripping!”
“Hmm-. What is it-. Doesn’t it feel really good-? When you press it so hard-.”
“Fuck, it hurts so bad! Just kill me! Eughggh!”
No kidding, this really fucking hurts. If they were trying to torture me, they were very successful.
“How do I get it out? Your semen? Should I just cut this part off? That would be like killing the goose that laid the eggs.”
What, you’re cutting it off?
I came back to my senses at the thought of those ruthless and violent words. The pain wasn’t important right now.
“I, I, I, I, I- I dare say something.”
“You’re a polite friend. Okay. What do you want to say? As long as it’s not something you want me to let go of, that’s fine.”
“I… I’m really sorry. How about using your mouth instead?”
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I’m thinking of including Elfriede or another heroine as the main character in the next illustration, but I’ll have to conduct a survey later..!!
