I tore all the vines off her body with a swift, rciless pull and let her collapse to the ground like a ragdoll dropped from a great height.
Dorothea lay there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, eyes hazy from the overwhelming stimulation.
Then, suddenly, she gasped sharply, like soone jolted out of a trance.
"Ah…! W-Why'd you drop like that?!"
Her voice trembled... not out of fear, but out of longing.
Her body, her mind… she still craved more of the pleasure those vines had given her.
She wasn't even trying to hide it. It was written all over her face.
But I had no intention of feeding that desire any further.
"I'm not giving it to you," I said flatly.
"Eh?! W-Why not?!"
"Because you were clearly losing yourself in it," I told her, narrowing my eyes. "You were drowning in that pleasure until nothing made sense anymore. It stopped being fun. It stopped being sane."
And there was another reason.
"I also want you to return to normal. Us, I an."
"I-I will…! I will!" she said desperately, like a child promising not to misbehave again just to get what they want.
She snapped her fingers without hesitation, and in that instant, the unnatural weight crushing my chest disappeared like smoke blown away by the wind.
I inhaled sharply and glanced down.
The height difference… the absence of that heavy mound on my chest… the return of that familiar, unmistakable presence between my legs.
I reached down to confirm it... just to be sure.
Phew… yeah. I was definitely back.
Thank fuck.
I let out a long breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
Turning around, I glanced back at Tris and Isiliraiellyn.
They, too, had reverted to their original forms.
Tris, however, was still caught up in the afterglow of what had just happened. She cupped her tits with both hands, biting down softly on her bottom lip, her eyes half-lidded with what looked like arousal.
But the mont our eyes t, she froze and quickly dropped her hands, looking flustered.
"N-Now, please… subject to that again…!"
Dorothea wasn't even trying to hide it.
She seriously wanted another round of tentacle play?
Unbelievable.
She was hopeless and shaless. Utterly depraved.
"Nah. I'm done for today."
"Why?!"
"Because you were playing around," I said coldly. "I'm not in the mood to indulge soone who treats it all like so perverted ga."
I turned my back to her, already walking away.
"See you," I said, my tone final.
"W-Wait…!" she scread behind , then practically threw herself at my leg, clinging like a child having a ltdown. "P-Please, don't leave …! Please! I beg you! Subject to that again! I've never cumd that hard in my entire life! So please! I'll do anything! Just… don't go!"
She was clinging to , tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.
She looked desperate. Like seriously, unhinged levels of desperate.
She wasn't faking it. She looked like soone on the verge of breaking.
And this… this was supposed to be the infamous Black Witch?
"Fine," I said slowly, narrowing my eyes. "If you're that desperate, I'll entertain you. But you'll listen first. I ca here for a reason, rember? I asked you sothing. Did you ever do sothing like this to a child who was brought by their father... Soone whose gender you changed? Does that ring any bells?"
"When did this happen?"
"Roughly twenty years ago," I replied, my voice firm.
She tilted her head back and stared up at the ceiling, fingers resting thoughtfully on her chin. Her expression twisted with effort, as if she was digging through dusty archives in her mind.
For a few seconds, it seed promising.
But then she threw up her hands with a groan.
"Ugh. I can't rember. I give up."
"Goodbye, then," I said coldly, already turning away again.
"W-Wait! D-Don't leave, please!" she shouted, grabbing at my leg again. "I swear I can rember! It's just… hard, okay?! That was twenty years ago! I can't even rember half the people I t this week! How the hell am I supposed to rember sothing like that when I can't even rember where I put my shit yesterday?!"
I paused and looked down at her.
"Then you'd better start thinking right now," I said darkly. "Because if I leave, I'm not coming back. And I'm pretty damn sure you don't want that, do you?"
She knew I was right. No fake dick or overpriced dildo would ever make her feel what I did.
Not even close.
"A-Alright. I'm going to think real hard," she muttered, standing up from where she was kneeling.
She smoothed out her wrinkled, half-open clothes—still disheveled from earlier—and looked like she was really trying this ti.
Her brow furrowed.
She looked deep in thought, her eyes scanning the void as if chasing after so fading mory.
"Hmmm… Hmmm… Hmmmmmmmm…"
She kept humming to herself, pacing slightly, hands on her hips, then back to her chin.
Then suddenly—
"Aha!" she exclaid, clenching a fist and smacking it into her open palm. "That's right! I rember now! There was this old guy with white hair who ca knocking at my door. Gave a mountain of gold. Like, a whole-ass stack. Not that I've got any of it left because I blew it all on wine, food, random junk, and dildos, but yeah, he gave 300 gold coins to do sothing for him. And then another 100 gold coins to keep quiet about it. So I did."
"Are you going to tell us what it was?" I asked, eyeing her carefully.
"That's no big deal," she said, waving her hand nonchalantly. "A promise from twenty years ago? Please. That kind of pact breaks apart like cheap parchnt. I'm not bound by that shit anymore."
She let out a light laugh, as if that decades-old promise had ant absolutely nothing to her.
Honestly, she seed like the last person on Earth you'd want to trust with a secret.
"Alright then. What did he make you do?" I asked, my voice low but firm.
Tris had already co back to her senses now that we were back to discussing sothing serious.
"He brought a baby with him... and made change its gender. Just like you said," Dorothea replied, her voice surprisingly casual for sothing so heavy.
Tris and I turned toward each other at the sa ti, exchanging a look that confird what we both already knew.
The puzzle pieces were coming together faster than I could process them.
Given that Dorothea was paid a massive sum not just to perform the spell but also to keep quiet about it—and considering the man's white hair, matching the current appearance of the Sword Saint, there was no doubt. The one she was talking about... was the Sword Saint.
And that baby—the one whose gender she had altered—it could only be one person.
Johanne.
"Judging from the look on your faces," Dorothea suddenly said, snapping us from our thoughts, "you two must be pretty close with that baby I changed, huh?"
There was a casual amusent in her voice.
"Well, I guess that makes sense," she continued, laughing softly to herself. "It has been twenty years, after all. That child would be around your age by now." Her laugh quickly turned louder, more unhinged, echoing through the room. "Hahahaha! This is fate! Actual fate! Because of that spell, I t Leon! And now—now we're here together like this!"
She suddenly threw her arms up toward the ceiling, eyes gleaming with a strange, manic joy.
"No—this is fate!" she cried out, her voice almost singing, directed up to the ceiling as if the heavens themselves were listening. "It's destiny! All of it!"
I waited for her excitent to die down before stepping forward, my tone turning serious again.
"Let ask you sothing," I said. "Is it possible to reverse the gender of soone you've changed—even without hearing that snapping sound you make?"
I was thinking about Johanne.
She had turned back into a woman after kissing —sothing that felt spontaneous at the ti, but maybe there was sothing more behind it. I needed answers straight from the source. From the one who held this power.
Dorothea tilted her head thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "Hmm… I don't really know for sure, but…" she trailed off, eyes lighting up as a mory surfaced. "Oh yeah! There is sothing. A specific act that can undo the spell. It erases the curse as well as lets the person go back to who they originally were."
Her voice dropped slightly, like she was sharing a secret.
"And that act... is a kiss."
Just like I thought.
It was possible.
"That explains so much…" I muttered under my breath, the pieces falling perfectly into place.
But Tris looked troubled, her brows furrowed as she recalled sothing. "But when we kissed during our wedding… she didn't turn back," she said, a hint of confusion in her voice.
Dorothea didn't seem surprised. She shrugged, casually, like this was all common knowledge.
"Well, that's because there are conditions," she explained. "In order for the spell to break… the person they kiss has to be soone they're truly in love with. That's the requirent."
She paused, letting it sink in before grinning again.
"Actually… that's the only requirent."
With another shrug, she sealed it.
"Anyway, yeah. The key is a true love's kiss. Nothing else works."
A true love's kiss.
Now everything was starting to make sense.
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