Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

After all, it's comfortable, isn't it?

But there was no way she would admit that.

It would be better to kill her quickly than to ask her to admit that as a female, she felt very comfortable being penetrated by Charles, and was even a little obsessed with it!

She had a vague feeling—

If she were to sleep with Charles a few more times like this, she might never be able to go back. She might completely become Charles's girlfriend or wife, and be devoted to him from then on.

"That's scary. So I'm the type who can be easily slept with and once I'm penetrated, I'll take whatever I want?"

After realizing her true nature in such a miraculous way, the witch lady became more determined to "never admit to Ciel that I am a female no matter what."

Even if Charles behaves like a beast today, she has to keep her mouth shut!

And just as she expected, after realizing that she was still being stubborn, Charles seemed to finally get irritated.

What will happen next seems to be self-evident.

Rachel’s legs were lifted up and her waist was held tightly. She was not strong enough to fight against Charles, so she could only close her eyes and wait tremblingly for the arrival of her destined fate.

She was waiting for Gungnir to pierce her.

But the destined destiny has not yet arrived.

The witch lady could not endure the long, blunt knife-like torture of cutting meat. In comparison, she preferred to be cut into the Gordian knot.

So she plucked up her courage, opened her eyes, and planned to confront Charles.

"Why are you scared? Don't be scared, face me head on!"

——That’s what she was going to say.

However, when she opened her eyes, she saw the hero with an extremely serious and earnest expression.

Miss Witch was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the brave man spoke:

"If you don't care that I'm a man, then I won't care who you were before, just like when you asked me in Diesel whether I liked a priest or a hero..."

He was afraid that Lacie might have missed something or not heard clearly, so he deliberately spoke very slowly, almost enunciating each word:

"My answer is the same as it was then - I like Rachel, all of Rachel. Whether it's you in the past or you now, you as a witch or you as a priest..."

"If you like someone, you should be good to her. If you like someone, you should also accept her past."

"——I have always believed so."

"Eh?"

Lacey was stunned.

Then, like fireworks exploding in the night, crackling, a warm feeling instantly filled her entire chest.

She had never felt happiness so clearly.

Just at this moment, her predetermined fate - the javelin named Gungnir approached her.

Rachel began to struggle in panic:

“No! Get away! Stay away from me! If you come any closer, I will turn you into a pig… Ugh! Ahhhh…”

At this point, the witch's begging for mercy came to an abrupt end, replaced by deliberately suppressed, dull and broken whimpers.

After a while, when the hero asked again, "How do you feel now?", the witch, whose mind had been turned into a mess, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and could only answer dazedly and inarticulately:

“I, I know I’m wrong… Please forgive me… Please… I will be obedient in the future… I admit that I’m no longer a man, okay… Ah… Woo… Why, why are you getting even more excited… Master… Husband… Don’t…”

[To be continued]

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29. Such an exclamation

Early the next morning, Charles got out of bed, dressed neatly, picked up the holy sword, and seemed ready to go out.

Noticing the movement, Lacie poked her head out from under the quilt, rubbed her eyes, and asked incoherently:

"Why...are you up so early? Why don't you get some sleep?"

Ciel, who was sitting on the bed and fixing his shoelaces, stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at the sleepy witch lady, and replied in a low voice:

"Well, I've rested enough."

"So fast?" The witch pulled up the quilt, used it as a cloak to cover her body, and slowly moved behind Charles. "Men can't be too fast, or they will be disliked..."

She knelt down behind Charles, opened her arms, hugged his neck, and lay on his back as soft as marshmallow, burying her face in his neck. She took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh.

It was a very familiar smell that made her feel particularly at ease.

It has a bit of sweat smell which is not unpleasant, but more of a warm and sunny smell.

Just like a cat that took two puffs of catnip, or maybe it was because she was confused so early in the morning... Anyway, the witch was particularly lazy today, with her shoulders half exposed and her silver hair loose, lying on Ciel, even acting coquettishly:

"I finally have some free time. Can you lie down with me for a while?"

"We have been idle for a long time." Charles turned his head and stretched out his hand, trying to tickle Miss Witch's chin like teasing a cat. "It's time to get busy again."

"How can it be so long? It's only been a few days..."

The witch complained as usual, but her body was honest and she raised her chin obediently to let Charles tickle her.

It felt itchy and very comfortable. The witch lady couldn't help but squint her eyes and her expression became one of enjoyment.

But soon she thought that maybe she shouldn't be so cooperative, she had to be reserved - although the price of being reserved seemed a bit too heavy, just thinking about what stupid things she said yesterday made her face feel hot.

It turns out that people can really be penetrated to the point of losing consciousness.

It turns out that after losing consciousness she really can't help but say stupid things.

What "husband", what "master", what "I will be obedient", what "please forgive me"...

Damn, that's so scary.

So Lacielle stopped pretending to be a cat. She cleared her throat awkwardly, broke away from Charles's hand, put her chin on his shoulder, and began to pretend to be serious:

"We haven't had a proper rest in the past three years, fighting one after another, investigating one after another. Even the donkeys in the brigade don't work non-stop all year round... How about we take a break for a few days?"

Charles shook his head.

"I want to rest, too, but I'm afraid if we both rest, Victoria will get into an accident."

"Accident?" Laceel hugged Charles, "What accident?"

"An accident like Diesel."

"...Ah?" Lacie was stunned.

If she understood correctly, the "accidents like Diesel" that Charles mentioned should refer to those slender ghosts running out of the ruins of the former civilization, but Victoria clearly has those steam armors that are enough to eliminate pollution...

No, Rachel even felt that Victoria had more advanced technology.

In this case, that huge mortal empire should be able to deal with accidents like Diesel's.

So why should Ciel worry about this?

Rachel didn't understand, so she asked:

"I don't think Victoria will repeat Diesel's mistakes. As for why..."

Before she could tell him her reason, Charles nodded in understanding:

"I understand what you mean, because I think so too - Victoria has a steam armored force that is powerful enough to fight against the Slender Man. Diesel's tragedy should not be repeated in that mortal empire..."

"But," Xia paused, his tone became serious, "I have a feeling that Victoria...maybe there is something wrong."

"What?" Rachel thought it was funny. "Isn't it obvious that Victoria has a problem?"

"..."

Charles was speechless.

Just as Rachel said, the fact that Victoria had a problem was known to almost everyone in their small circle, and it was no longer surprising.

But that's not what he meant. He wanted to say...

Before Charles could speak, Lacielle chuckled and grabbed both of his cheeks:

"Okay, no need to say more, I understand, I know what you mean, and of course I am willing to believe you..."

She let go of his hand, lowered her head, rubbed her cheek against Charles's, and whispered:

"How could I not trust you? You are my...husband, right? And your intuition has always been accurate. Be more confident. As long as you think Victoria will have a problem, then I am willing to trust your judgment."

"As for rest..." Miss Witch sighed helplessly, "Anyway, I've had enough rest in the past few years. Before joining the team, I lived in seclusion in the Sea of ​​Forests for decades."

"So, don't have any unnecessary concerns because of my opinion. Just keep moving forward bravely, young man!"

After saying this, she straightened her back seriously and patted Charles' shoulder hard.

It was as if he was passing on some belief to Charles, although Charles didn't feel his blood boiling.

He just felt a little...weird.

"There it is again," he couldn't help thinking, "that special form that exudes maternal radiance, reliable and virtuous."

Is this form related to what Rachel told him last night, "Before I became a witch, I was a man"? Charles didn't know, maybe it was, after all, even Rachel herself said, "Only men understand men best."

He suddenly couldn't help but smile slightly.

This faint smile was keenly caught by the witch lady.

She didn't understand why Charles suddenly laughed, so she became suspicious and asked:

"Why are you laughing all of a sudden? Oh, that's scary. Are you thinking about something weird again?"

"No," Charles let Laciel pull up his cheeks again, pulling his facial muscles to make him show all kinds of distorted expressions, "I was just thinking about what you said yesterday."

"……Eh?"

Lacele stopped teasing Charles's face and stopped what she was doing, feeling anxious.

She guessed what Charles was talking about, but she didn't dare to confirm it, so she could only ask tentatively:

"W-what words?"

"The part about you being a man before you became a witch."

"H-How..." Rachel suddenly stopped being as lively as before, and she no longer had the interest to touch Charles' face. She felt guilty and uneasy. Finally, she couldn't hold back her impulse and asked in a low voice, "Then, then what advice do you have about that passage?"

She even used the honorific unconsciously.

Perhaps it was because she was afraid that Charles would despise her for being a man.

It's normal, right? Men with normal sexual orientation probably can't accept this. A man's soul lives in the skin of a beautiful girl. It's weird enough just to think about it. Put yourself in her shoes. If she were Ciel, she would probably find it difficult to convince herself to accept it.

Although that guy is just like her——

I can’t accept it with my mouth or in my heart, but my body is very honest and I even enjoy it.

Thinking of this, Lacie suddenly felt less conflicted. On the contrary, she felt relieved - why bother with those trivial things? Charles had slept with her anyway, so he had to take responsibility!

If he is unwilling to take responsibility, beat him until he is willing to take responsibility.

She is a witch and one of the co-founders of the White Tower. Whether it is the power and authority she holds or her status in the Pan-Continent, she is only higher than the brave man Charles. If that is the case, why doesn't she just force women of good character into prostitution?

Just a brave man!

If anyone dares to cheat on her and then abandon her, she will explode with him!

Doesn't she care about reputation? Then she will start from this point, and try to completely ruin Ciel's reputation in the shortest possible time, so that all intelligent beings with thinking ability in the entire Pangaea will know that Ciel is a scumbag who doesn't recognize people after he puts on his pants!

In this way, after being spurned by the world and having nowhere to go, Charles could only come to her in shame. Perhaps she didn't even need to spread rumors, she could just lean over to Charles' ear with a sly smile and say:

"My dear hero, you don't want your good reputation of keeping your word to be damaged, do you?"

She just didn't believe that Charles wouldn't obey her obediently!

After such a spiritual victory, Lacie, who felt that she was mentally prepared, mustered up the courage to face Charles.

Anyway, she has already made the worst-case scenario plan. In that case, she can probably accept any outcome.

……perhaps.