When we stepped into the place, it felt like I had crossed into another dinsion.
Everything around changed — the atmosphere, the air, even the texture of space itself.
My body instinctively stiffened.
It wasn't fear, but awe.
A suffocating yet electrifying pressure wrapped around , seeping into my skin like mist.
This place was thick with mana… a raw, overwhelming kind of mana. It scraped at the edges of my senses like sandpaper — coarse, uneven, and jagged — but strangely, it didn't feel malevolent. No. It wasn't evil… just imnse.
Whoever was emitting this kind of presence… wasn't just strong. They were terrifying. Dangerous. A being operating on a whole different level.
That's when I caught it — a scent. It lingered like smoke, curling through the air and hitting like a wave.
Perfu?
No. That wasn't it.
It was the sll of a woman.
Pheromones.
My brain stuttered for a mont, distracted. The kind of scent that clings to your mory like a warm breath on your neck.
Then, suddenly—
"AHhh…! Ahhhh! Ahhhhnnnn! Ahhhh!"
A moaning voice echoed through the hall, bouncing off the walls, growing louder as we walked. It ca from the room at the far end.
"A-Ah, yesssssssss~! It feels goooddddddddd~ Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!"
She was moaning… no, screaming, caught in a wave of pleasure so intense it rattled through the door like a drumbeat of lust.
"H-Hehehe…" Tris gave an awkward chuckle beside , scratching the back of her head. "I think the person behind that door has… uh, a very adventurous side."
"Adventurous" was one way to put it. Bold, shaless, brazen — perhaps all at once.
But Isiliraiellyn didn't even flinch. Unfazed by the chorus of moans, she kept walking toward the door, completely unaffected by the very loud symphony of a woman losing her mind in ecstasy.
I didn't stop her. Neither did Tris.
We followed, but we halted a few steps back as Isiliraiellyn reached for the handle.
And then — she opened it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Cummingggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg~!!!"
The mont the door swung open, sothing wet blasted straight at us.
A splash — huge, uncontrolled, and direct. It smacked Isiliraiellyn right in the face like a wave crashing into a wall. The liquid flew with such force that droplets sprayed even onto and Tris.
The air was instantly saturated.
A pungent mix of citrus… and raw, sticky sweetness filled my nostrils. The scent hit so hard that my brain montarily went numb.
Isiliraiellyn just stood there. Frozen. Her face soaked and dripping. Her expression contorted into one of complete and utter disbelief.
"Uwaaaa! What the hell is this?!" she cried, swiping the liquid from her eyes and mouth, clearly disgusted.
A voice from inside shrieked.
"Huh?! W-Wait, who are you?!"
Inside the room stood a woman, clearly startled.
She had ssy purple hair that looked like it'd been yanked at for hours. Her skin glistened with sweat, and she was completely, unabashedly naked. In her hand, she gripped a wooden dildo which was still glistening.
So that's what she'd been using to drive herself wild.
"W-Who are you people?! Why are you here?!" she demanded, voice still breathy. "More importantly, how the fuck did you even find this place?!"
She tried to stand but imdiately collapsed back onto her knees.
Her thighs clamped together. Her body trembled.
"Ahhh… I'm still… cumminggggggg… cummingggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg~!!!"
The woman's eyes fluttered, and her lips parted in a silent gasp. Her body arched slightly, and then — with a shudder — a warm gush spilled from between her legs onto the wooden floor.
"Waaiiitt~… Ahhh, it's leaking out of …~ It's leakingggggggggggggggg~"
Tris and I just stood there, speechless, watching her twitch and writhe in the aftermath of her climax.
After what felt like the longest prologue to a eting ever, the woman was finally up on her feet and fully dressed. The chaotic, lust-drunk ss from earlier was now tad — at least on the surface.
The dildo she had been using had been shoved into a cabinet, but not without catching a glimpse of what was inside.
A collection.
The cabinet was full of them — varying in size, shape, and color. She wasn't just a fan. This woman was a full-on sex addict. The room practically scread it.
Even now, the heavy scent of sex was thick in the air, curling into our lungs like invisible smoke. But interestingly, I only slled her. No scent of any man or partner. It seed she'd been doing all of this… alone.
Masturbation. Over and over again in this very room.
Eventually, she let us inside properly, offering us a place to sit.
She was drinking tea now — calmly, even gracefully — as if she hadn't just exploded in orgasm and soaked Isiliraiellyn's face a few minutes ago.
Her movents were slow and refined. She held the teacup like a noble lady, pinky slightly raised.
"So?" she finally said, her voice velvety but tinged with mischief. "What are the three of you young'uns doing in my crib?"
She set the teacup down gently, reached for a pipe, lit it, and took a slow drag. A fragrant, exotic aroma filled the room as she exhaled, the smoke dancing in lazy spirals.
Then her eyes, sharp and playful, landed on .
"This man and this woman are looking for you," Isiliraiellyn said. "The witch."
"Aha."
A knowing smirk crept across her lips. She didn't deny it. Her reaction said everything.
Looks like Isiliraiellyn had been right all along — this woman was the witch.
"What? Am I so famous now that even cadets from the academy are itching to talk to ?" she said, resting her cheek on her palm. "If you're here to know your future or whatever, kiss my feet goodbye. I stopped that shit years ago. I only did it to scam dumbasses out of their coin."
She chuckled, blowing another puff of smoke. "But if it's advice you want… well. That'll be one gold coin, please."
Yup. No doubt about it.
She matched the description Tris had given earlier — word for word.
Without hesitation, I placed a pouch on the table. A solid, heavy pouch filled with gold.
Both Tris and Isiliraiellyn gasped in unison, their eyes wide with disbelief.
It was like they couldn't process what I'd just done.
"This pouch is filled with it," I said firmly. "So I'm going to ask you sothing very important."
"Oh~? Young man, you looked like you really wanted this, huh?" she murmured, her lips curling into a lazy smirk as she tilted her head back. A slow, seductive plu of smoke escaped her mouth, swirling in the stale, mana-thick air between us. Her eyes shimred faintly in the dim light. "Well then… I'll gladly take it."
She reached out, fingers extended toward the pouch with a kind of hungry amusent. But before her hand could even brush against it, I yanked it back to my side in one swift motion.
Her smile faltered.
"…What?"
"I'm not giving this to you," I said calmly, eting her eyes without flinching. "Not until you give what I want first."
Her brows twitched, lips parting slightly in disbelief. Then she let out a soft scoff and leaned back, arms folding beneath her modest bust.
"You do know the phrase pay first before service, right?" she said with a casual shrug, though there was a bite of warning in her voice. "I'm that kind of woman. If you don't pay up front, then you sure as fuck aren't getting what you ca for."
"That so?" I responded with a small, polite smile, already rising from my seat. "Well, I guess that's too bad, then. Sorry for wasting your ti."
"Eh?"
The single syllable slipped out of her like a hiccup.
Her eyes widened, body jerking upright as if she had just been doused with cold water.
"W-Wait! Wait, I was just joking, alright? Sit your ass back down," she stamred, her voice cracking just slightly as desperation edged into her tone. "I-I can wait for the paynt… after I give you what you wanted."
So, she could compromise after all. Interesting.
Without a word, I sat back down.
She let out a breath she clearly hadn't realized she was holding.
"For starters," I began, keeping my tone neutral, "who exactly are you?"
She froze mid-inhale, the smoke still curling from the end of her cigarette. Then she blinked—once, twice—then several tis rapidly, her mouth slightly ajar like she couldn't quite comprehend what she just heard.
"Wait… you don't know who I am?" she asked, her voice colored with genuine disbelief.
I gave her nothing. Just a blank look.
"You ca all the way here… with no idea who you're dealing with?" she repeated, leaning forward as if trying to get a better read on . Her lips slowly peeled back into a grin. "Fuhahahahahaha! Young'uns from the Academy really are sothing else these days! Soft as fuckin' silk, I swear! Can't believe you lot wandered in here blind, like clueless little lambs walking straight into a slaughterhouse!"
She laughed harder, throwing her head back with her hand on her stomach. Her laughter echoed through the room.
"Fuckin' idiots," she spat through her amusent.
"I am Dorothea," she finally declared, regaining her composure as she placed a gloved hand proudly on her modest chest. "You might know by a different na… the Black Witch. Also known as the Leader of the Witches."
Her smile stretched wide, sharp like a blade pressed against the skin.
Ah… that explained it. The off-kilter mana in the air, the oppressive pressure that had been coiling beneath my skin since I arrived.
The infamous Black Witch.
I'd heard of her before.
One of the Nine Fangs of the Underground. A na that alone stirred fear among even the most hardened rcenaries. And out of those Nine, she was said to be the worst kind of nuisance. That's because she's dangerous, volatile, unpredictable.
And a fucking nightmare.
Why?
Because she cursed people like it was second nature.
In short, she was the kind of trouble people paid money to avoid.
A real pain in the ass.
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