Masochistic Witches Are Obsessed With Me. 43

Chapter 43 – The Fall of Majo

Serlin gasped. What is this? She felt like she had a fever. Serlyn’s feelings were so intense that she had never been in her witch’s life.

“Obey… Obey?”

Her possessiveness was boiling over, and I felt like I was going crazy. Very young days. A time when she was so young that she doesn’t even remember much anymore. When she begged her mother to buy her a toy she really wanted, her emotional fluctuations were so extreme that no one else had experienced this.

She wanted the man in front of her. He felt like he was going crazy wanting it. Joining hands with other witches. Making eye contact and talking to other witches. Being with other witches. Even if she just breathed with another witch, her feelings were so extreme that she wanted to destroy that witch.

I wanted to have the man in front of me even if it meant sacrificing everything else. Madly. I really wanted it like crazy.

But.

“Obedience… Ah… Obedience.”

Her cool-headed reason was able to overcome the growing mass of madness. No. Rather, the madness of obsession and desire was running rampant, so her head was able to move forward with her thoughts. Because the core of her obsession was her pleasure. Since half a crown provided overwhelming pleasure, she wanted to have the man in front of her.

But can that pleasure disappear?

That was dangerous. If you have something you want, but the moment you possess it, it no longer provides pleasure. What if, as a result, this crazy madness, like this unquenchable thirst, becomes a state that is always eating you away.

If that happens, will she be able to survive? After waiting for hundreds of years, a being that can perfectly satisfy one’s tastes has finally appeared, but the moment one possesses it, it is ruined.

I had to pee.

She deserved it. Because the gap between witches and ordinary people was that big. If such an unsightly person is a sadist and modifies his body and beats his butt to play SM play… Just thinking about it made me laugh. That wasn’t what she wanted.

Never.

“Ahh… Uuuuu.”

Serlyn ripped her hair out. Such a future. She didn’t want to experience it. She finally got what she wanted. Furthermore, she wanted to experience the play he had to offer. Continue in the future. Continue.

If you were to monopolize the play and pleasure, you would be the best of the best, but if you did that, the man in front of you would probably be ruined. Serlin also agreed with those words.

So then what should we do?

In fact, the answer was decided from the beginning.

Serlin waved his hand and he took the medicine he had just concocted. If you drink this medicine. If you inject this black liquid into your body, this horrifying obsessive desire will disappear, and a sense of obedience as strong as that obsessive desire will take root in your heart.

As this is an obsessive desire that brings about this level of insanity, she probably won’t be able to harm or refuse half a crown even if she dies for the rest of her life. In this way, Van Crown will be reborn as a perfect sadistic master.

Keep telling yourself. We will continue to provide sadistic play and entertain you. Perfect master. If she drinks just this, she too will have that perfect S master.

She tried to drink it. He uncorked her bottle and tried to put it in her mouth. But just as she was about to drink it, her hand flinched and stopped.

‘So you’re saying I can’t stop you even if you have relationships with other witches?’

We see Van Crown having fun subjugating her and laughing vulgarly with her other witches. Her hands are shaking.
It seemed like her jealousy and possessiveness were burning.

‘Laughing and talking with witches other than me. She holds her hand with hers. Enjoy the game while saying obscenities. And then… And then.’

We also have sex. We also have a good time together. I guess so. She said there was already a witch she was obsessed with. It’s worth it. Has anyone ever been able to provide such perfect play? Van Crown’s play was something beyond perfect, as if she had been studying her strategy for a long time.

Isn’t that why she was coveted? Such a being is not only for herself, but also enjoys having fun with other witches. Be happy. Having sex…

Sex.

Sex.

Having sex with another witch?

“… Tell me one thing. “Half a crown.”

“Yes. “Serlin.”

“Tell me honestly. “You said there were other witches besides me, right?”

“Yes.”

“After making me drink this medicine. After making me obey, you will try to make other witches obey by drinking this potion as well, right? Huh? You’re going to make everyone obey, right? After making them obey like that… They have fun and talk about it. Insert that object and ejaculate in the pussies of witches other than me. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes. It will happen.”

Van Crown answered calmly. She wasn’t surprised, shocked, or flustered, nor did she make excuses saying that it was nothing like that. He just nodded.

“… With all the other witches. With other witches… Ahh… Uuuuu.”

Veins appear in the eyes. I can’t stand it. You can have fun with other witches too. This kind of medicine. I will shatter it to pieces and destroy it in one fell swoop. After destroying it, we brainwash Van Crown. Then she doesn’t have to take the medicine herself. By brainwashing him, he becomes a sadistic master just for himself.

What. It may not be perfect because there is a conflict with the original personality, but I have to be satisfied with that. I couldn’t bear for that man to be taken over by another witch.

Because that man is mine.

Because that man is mine.

Because that man is mine.

Because that man is mine.

Because that man is mine.

Because that man is mine.

Because that man is mine…

“Serlin. What do you think the real SM is?”

Just before Serlyn broke the vial containing the drug due to her obsession. Van Crown approached in a very calm and quiet manner and asked that question.

He looked calm and stable, not at all nervous.

I was so nervous right now, about 10,000 light years away from calm and stability. Fortunately, my expression seemed to be OK. I was so nervous that my expression just froze, and I was forced to maintain a poker face.

Even if you were asked to walk barefoot on a well-ground surgical scalpel, it wouldn’t be this scary. If you take even one wrong breath, it feels like your entire body will be cut off.

Ah. The body won’t just be cut off. Instead, they will brainwash you, or remove the brain and leave only the body, making it similar to a moving meat doll, or something like that.

In one word, it’s a bad ending.

The element of obsession was something that was not originally in the game, although I have mentioned it countless times. Of course, there was no event like Serlin tearing out his hair in obsession and looking at me and the bottle with bloodshot eyes.

Look at those eyes. The eyes of a psychopathic serial killer would be softer. That’s really… Ugh.

I spoke to her calmly, trying my best to keep my voice from shaking. This is the final play. A final play where you make a mistake at the last moment and the dialogue options determine whether it’s a bad ending or a good ending. How on earth can we persuade masochistic witches when they are torn between obsession and obedience at the last moment?

It’s been a topic I’ve been thinking about ever since I first became possessed by this game and realized the element of obsession. And the best answer I came up with.

The best option was this.

“The pleasure of being sold and abused against one’s will. I think the pleasure of being ruined is truly proper SM play. Those who abuse others do not show any mercy to those who abuse them. You shouldn’t feel sorry either. Those who are abused will feel happy and pleasure only if they suffer even more miserably and cruelly. Isn’t that right?”

I carefully held the vial. It can be seen that Serlin’s hands, holding the medicine bottle as firmly as a rock, have turned white. He is holding it so tightly that it is shaking as if the vial will break at any moment. I quietly held her hand.

“You want to have me, right?”

“… Okay.”

“Just thinking about the scenes of other witches with me makes me hot and upset, right?”

“Okay.”

“That feeling. Think of that burning sensation. Imagine that that feeling is transferred to obedience. Wouldn’t it be complete submission? If I tell you to stop breathing, think of that complete domination and control that could actually suffocate you to death. Imagine that he approaches you with a sadistic expression and eyes, even though you can’t refuse anything in that state. It’s complete sadism. There is no need to worry about body modification anymore. “Because you will already be so excited about being dominated by me.”

A masochistic pleasure in domination itself that goes beyond taste. I think perhaps that is the true meaning of the word domination. The mere existence of me becomes their taste for masochism. Wouldn’t that be the perfect SM play?

“Is this feeling like submission?”

“Yes. Imagine that that obsession and burning possessiveness can be transformed into your own taste. Think of a perfect SM where you are bound by the existence of me and have to obey everything you do. That’s really it. Isn’t this a proper SM? It’s the ultimate SM. That’s my conclusion. It is a method that can provide the most perfect pleasure to witches.”

“…”

Serline looks at her vial in her own hand without saying a word. Her eyes flutter. This is probably what Serlin is thinking.

If you drink this, you will become completely dependent on me. With my property. With a Majo doll. You are being degraded into a meat doll that can satisfy your sexual desires whenever you want.

He will be manipulated and governed as he wants, regardless of his will. And the moment Serlin thought that. She is her alter ego. Her obsession will get up, and she will pick her brains out.

Imagine a scene where I’m with another witch!! I’m going to cause a scene while doing this. You must never give me to another witch!! At the same time, obsession will begin to dominate her mind.

But because of what I just said, Serlin can’t help but think of this.

How would it feel if this burning sensation were applied to SM play?

Completely dominated. What would it be like to be obeyed and dominated by intense emotions that you have never felt as a witch, as they become your taste for masochism? She will be curious and excited.

I swallowed my saliva and looked at her conflicted face. I walked away from her

“Choose. Serlin. Which one will you choose? Would you like to see the ending of obsession, where catastrophe is decided? Or would you like to see the submission and domination ending, which is a win-win for both of us?”

I just made up those words. Both are endings that did not exist in the original game. As I look down at Serlyn with her pounding heart, I suddenly feel that she has stopped worrying and is looking at me with her eyes.

I no longer had to hide my nervous expression.

I gritted my teeth and tried to persuade him as much as I could.

Now the decision is up to her.

And Serlin suddenly smiled strangely. It’s a feeling of giving up, but also excitement and anticipation. And it was also a face of joy.

“Promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“… Don’t neglect me by falling for another witch.”

I burst out laughing at those words.

“There’s no way I could leave a beautiful woman like Serline alone. My energy is strong. And the more pussies, the better.”

“What a vulgar thing to say. So… I might be more excited.”

She takes her pill bottle to her own mouth.

Just before her demonic deterioration. She looked at me with her last pride as a witch and left a low message.

“Please take care of me. “My master.”

The black liquid in her medicine bottle started to go down her throat.

[Achieved 100% obsession rate.]

[Now the witch Serlin Lebriam comes under your control!!]

[You own the witch!]

[You can now fully utilize the witch’s abilities as your own!!]