#03
1.
Amelia, standing, began to flip through the twins’ assignments, marking them up.
Was she even looking properly? She read at a speed that made you wonder, yet without fail, her ruby-adorned red quill would slash across any slightly off spot.
In those moments, both sisters’ gazes were fixed on Amelia.
In Siwoo’s opinion, an apprentice witch was a prime example of a witch’s obsession and madness for magic.
The Creation Witch, who had created something from nothing.
All witches lived to reach her level of magic, which was akin to that of a god.
As Amelia, who boasted a youthful appearance even after 150 years of existence, showed, witches lived eternally after being branded.
However, living eternally did not mean that everyone could develop infinitely.
Some were blocked by an insurmountable wall, while others became stagnant, forever stuck in a rut.
After many witches had repeated failures for hundreds of years, the stubborn witches finally admitted it.
That the achievement of the Creation Witch could not be matched by the accomplishments of a single individual.
Any normal person would have given up at this point, but witches were never normal beings.
Therefore, they decided.
If an achievement could not be matched in one lifetime, then they would repeat it over and over and over again.
They would pass on their research to beings with completely different ways of thinking and talents, and make them continue the research.
The magical research that witches had devoted themselves to for hundreds of years, over generations.
The essence of that research was contained in the witch’s brand.
And apprentice witches like Odile and Odette were preparing to accept the brand and continue the next generation of research.
Witches did not only disregard the lives of others.
Even their own lives were nothing more than tools to complete magic.
The grading was finished.
“Here you go.”
Amelia returned both assignments in less than 15 minutes.
She did not give them a score.
This was because of Amelia’s belief that magic, as a discipline, could not be scored.
“As I always say, my corrections are just one possibility. Don’t accept them as they are, but constantly reflect on them and question them.”
“Yes! Professor!”
The strict Amelia was quite an excellent professor when she stood at the lectern.
Although she usually found fault with everything Siwoo did, when teaching, she always acknowledged the possibility of other paths besides her own.
Considering how proud witches were of their magic, it was a remarkably flexible attitude.
The twins, having received their assignments back, diligently checked Amelia’s corrections as if they were in a competition. The sound of paper flipping quickly.
Judging by the speed, they were clearly not reading properly.
Even if the two girls were talented, they were still mere novices compared to Amelia, a mature witch.
“71, Odette, how many do you have?”
“I have 59. I beat you today, sis!”
“Don’t lie! There’s no way there’s that much of a difference!”
Odette wore a triumphant expression, while Odile snatched Odette’s report as if she couldn’t believe it.
“You can’t just count the numbers! Look, I only had one line corrected, but you had a whole paragraph corrected. Here too, and here too.”
“But you clearly said we were betting on the number of corrections!”
Amelia’s fingers twitched at the sudden farce that unfolded before her eyes.
It looked like she was desperately searching for a cigarette.
However, Amelia did not smoke at the lectern.
Instead, she ended the two girls’ pointless bickering by tapping the table.
“Be quiet.”
“Ah! Sorry, it’s your fault, Odette!”
“Sorry, Professor… My sister is a bit immature.”
Amelia waited without saying anything for the chaotic atmosphere to calm down.
And without mentioning anything about the assignments, she went straight into the lesson.
“Before we begin the main lesson, I have a question. Can men possess magical power?”
Amelia always started her lessons with a question like this.
Odile and Odette, who were bewildered, chattered about their thoughts.
“No, isn’t that why there are only female witches?”
“I think so too.”
“To cut to the chase, men also possess magical power. Then why can’t men inherit the brand?”
As soon as the topic of men came up, the twins became even more intrigued and began to immerse themselves in Amelia’s lecture.
“Isn’t it because they’re stupid?”
“Ah! I didn’t mean that to you, Assistant Siwoo.”
The twins giggled, while Siwoo wore an indifferent expression, as if he didn’t care.
Still, Amelia’s lecture itself was interesting.
As a high-ranking witch, she clearly pointed out the main points and core issues.
“As many myths deal with, the womb that holds the world belongs to the goddess. The symbols and systems that have continued for a long history are naturally reflected in magic. Magic is both a tangible entity of magical power and a collection of conceptual symbolic systems.
Men give birth to life, but they cannot hold it. Similarly, unlike women, they can generate magical power within their bodies, but they cannot possess the brand that holds magical power.”
Odile and Odette nodded in unison, as if they understood.
“However, that doesn’t mean we can completely exclude men from the study of magic. If we witches can directly manifest magical power within our bodies, it would be a revolutionary discovery that would overturn the scale of magical theory.”
“Then is this lesson about learning about the manifestation of magical power?”
“Yes, to do that, we first need to confirm the correlation between male bodily fluids and magical power. Anything more than that is beyond your level.”
Siwoo felt that what was coming was coming. Amelia commanded in a voice devoid of any emotion.
“Assistant, disrobe.”
“Yes.”
The time of shame had come.
In truth, though he was called an assistant, Siwoo’s treatment in class was no different from that of teaching material.
And teaching material that had to endure curious gazes while his genitals were exposed in all their nakedness.
As he took off his lab coat, Siwoo’s bare body was revealed. The clothes were so flimsy that it didn’t even take five seconds to remove them. They were made to be easily taken off in the first place.
“Wow…”
“Oh…”
Even though they had seen it several times before, the twins scanned Siwoo’s naked body with sparkling eyes.
For the sisters who had grown up in an environment like a cage since birth to become witches, this was their one and only sex education class.
It was the body of an adult man, not particularly fleshy, nor with greatly developed muscles.
His heavy package, however, was something he could boast about anywhere.
Even when not erect.
Fortunately, there was no talk about its size.
“It’s always so smooth.”
There wasn’t a single hair left on Siwoo’s body.
This was because, when he was used as teaching material like this, he had to enter a bathtub filled with a strange liquid to remove all the hair on his body for clear visual identification.
Siwoo lowered his head and cooperated with the experiment, his hands clasped behind his back.
After all, even if he were to argue for the rights of a test subject, it wouldn’t be heard by these people. They were the type who would tell him to be grateful they left his hair intact.
“Don’t stray off the path and focus.”
Was it because of all the things Takasho had said to her today?
It seemed like Amelia’s cheeks, which he had always thought were expressionless, were flushed with a faint blush.
“While men can manifest magic power through their own will, the most intense generation of magic power occurs during ejaculation. It’s so easily noticeable that precision observation equipment isn’t even necessary.”
Amelia lifted Siwoo’s limp member with a slender, long pointer.
She was treating his manhood like a dried radish.
“The generation of magic power is closely related to mental elation. And the act of ‘sowing seeds,’ which is engraved in a man’s instincts, triggers instinctive elation. Today, we will observe that with the naked eye.”
She was making it sound complicated, but what it boiled down to was simple.
She was telling him to masturbate publicly until he ejaculated. A true pervert like Takasho would probably love it, but Siwoo did not.
The first day they collected his semen to make a magic potion, Siwoo was so filled with self-loathing that he couldn’t sleep for a week.
Amelia placed a silver pendulum and a chalkboard on the table.
First, she used chalk to quickly draw a magic circle on the black chalkboard.
The chalk she held was not just any chalk.
It was a mana chalk made for drawing magic circles, created by mixing lime powder with gold dust and special reagents that enhanced the conduction of magic power.
Of course, it was a high-priced item that Siwoo couldn’t even dream of affording, and that small thing cost more than Siwoo’s annual salary.
The once-black chalkboard was instantly filled with runic characters, geometric shapes, and lines. Amelia, who had drawn the perfectly straight lines and curves as if measured with a ruler, without any tools, placed a pendulum hanging from a tripod on top of the completed magic circle.
“It’s a very simple magic circle that can detect the generation of magical power. You can see the structure, right?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Are we going to ejaculate now?”
Even to Siwoo, it wasn’t a particularly complex magic circle. There was no way the sisters wouldn’t understand it.
With this structure, the pendulum would start vibrating towards the source the moment magical power was generated externally.
And the amplitude of the pendulum’s motion would be determined by the magnitude of the magical power generated.
As expected, the twins merely glanced at the magic circle and didn’t offer any particular comments.
They seemed eager to quickly see the scene of a strange man’s semen being ejaculated.
I let go of everything.
Peace settles into my once chaotic mind.
Ah, fuck it, I don’t care anymore. I’ve been too stressed to even jerk off lately, so I might as well relieve myself for the first time in a while.
Thinking that, I wait for Amelia’s signal.
I was born in a small, rural village.
My family was poor, and I was the youngest of five children. My parents were farmers, and they worked hard every day to provide for us. I helped them with the farm work as much as I could, but I was always more interested in books.
I loved to read. I would spend hours in the village library, reading anything I could get my hands on. I loved stories about faraway lands and brave heroes. I dreamed of one day leaving my village and seeing the world.
When I was sixteen, I left home to go to the city. I had no money and no place to stay, but I was determined to make something of myself. I found a job as a dishwasher in a small restaurant. It was hard work, but I was grateful for the opportunity.
I worked hard and saved my money. I eventually was able to go to college. I studied literature and history. I loved learning about the world and the people who lived in it.
After college, I became a teacher. I taught at a small high school in the city. I loved teaching, and I loved sharing my love of learning with my students.
I have been teaching for many years now. I have seen many students come and go. I have seen them grow and change. I have been a part of their lives, and they have been a part of mine.
I am grateful for the life I have. I am grateful for my family, my friends, and my students. I am grateful for the opportunity to learn and to grow. I am grateful for the chance to make a difference in the world.
I am a teacher, and I am proud of it.
“Yes, but I’ll proceed differently from the experiments we’ve done so far.”
“Ack!”
A white hand suddenly reached out.
Amelia, with her sleeves rolled up, had directly grabbed Siwoo’s belongings.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange package.
It was a small, wooden box. There was no sender’s name, just my address written on it in a childish scrawl. I turned the box over and over, but there was nothing else written on it.
I carefully opened the box. Inside, there was a single, old-fashioned key. It was a simple key, but it looked like it had been used for a very long time.
I was curious, so I tried the key on every lock in my house. The front door, the closet, the desk drawer, the jewelry box… but none of them fit.
I was about to give up when I remembered the old shed in the backyard. It was a place I hadn’t been to in years.
The shed was covered in dust and cobwebs. The door was warped and wouldn’t open easily. I struggled with it for a while, and finally, with a loud creak, the door opened.
Inside, there was an old, wooden chest. It was covered in dust, just like the shed. I tried the key on the chest, and it fit perfectly.
With a click, the chest opened. Inside, there was a single book. It was a thick, leather-bound book, and the cover was blank.
I picked up the book and opened it. The first page was also blank. I flipped through the pages, but every single page was blank.
I was confused. What was this book? Why was it blank?
I closed the book and looked at the chest again. There was nothing else inside.
I took the book back to my room and placed it on my desk. I stared at it for a long time, wondering what it could be.
That night, I had a strange dream. I was standing in a vast, empty space. There was nothing around me, just endless white.
Then, a voice spoke. It was a soft, gentle voice, but it echoed through the empty space.
“The book is not blank,” the voice said. “It is waiting for you to fill it.”
I woke up with a start. I looked at the book on my desk. It was still blank.
But I knew what I had to do. I picked up a pen and opened the book.
And I started to write.
“Can we try too?”
“I want to try too!”
The twins exclaimed, sounding like they were about to die of excitement, and leaned forward, threatening to topple over the desk.
Siwoo was dumbfounded. Separately, he felt blood rushing to his lower abdomen at Amelia’s subtle touch.
“First, watch my demonstration.”
“Um, Assistant Professor Amelia…?”
Siwoo had learned to stay silent about most absurdities.
But even for him, Amelia’s sudden actions were beyond expectation.
Her sky-blue eyes, as if they held the heavens, met Siwoo’s gaze.
As always, they were somewhat indifferent, yet deep within, an elusive, subtle emotion could be felt.
“Is there a problem?”
“I, I can do it by myself.”
“That’s for me to decide.”
With just a single sentence, Amelia dismissed his objection, and her hands slowly began to move.
