Chapter 209 – Episode 209. Fucking a Timid Colossal Witch (1)
At first she thought she was great.
She always got perfect marks in the tests given by her tutor, and her parents were very proud of her.
But that confidence was shattered in an instant.
As soon as he entered a higher education institution, he, who was always unable to miss the position of an excellent student, fell to the middle rank, and his parents, who had expectations, felt disappointed and began to urge him to make efforts.
You can do it, you are a child who can do it. Why can’t you do that easy thing, why can’t you do it when everyone else is doing it…
The only thing he can do with such encouragement is to hide the lump inside with a smile, and open the book while reducing the time he sleeps a little.
However, as if ridiculing even such efforts, the gap with real geniuses widened day by day, and among them was a child he considered a friend.
We’ve grown apart that much, but I’m sure there won’t be any cracks in between…
‘You won’t understand a criminal like me.’
Despite such belief, the verbal abuse she spat out toward her friend was approaching as an unforgettable scar in Madoka’s life.
Even now when I reflect on that day, my heart hurts, but at the time when I was tired and feeling inferior, how big of a responsibility would I have come to?
‘I just want to forget everything.’
Academics, parents’ expectations, things that went wrong with friends…
All of that interlocked with her, testing her own limits, and before long, her willpower was broken, and her steps came back to her classroom.
And what I came face to face with was a shabby-looking man holding an envelope containing suspicious white powder.
‘Hey girl. If you don’t mind, why don’t you try this one?’
She wasn’t savvy enough to not know what that meant, but she thought it was fine at the time.
If only I could forget what happened…
At the time, he was so concentrated that he thought it would be good if he could be freed from all the problems surrounding him.
“… And, after that, I hardly remember.”
Madoka speaks out loud about her painful memories with her head in her lap.
She speaks with her own mouth, but her voice trembles violently, as if the trauma is deeply etched into her head.
“It’s just that when I came to my senses, everything was over, and when I had to take responsibility, I ran away without looking back. I threw away my family and friends, and crossed the border in search of people who didn’t know me…”
Ymir just listened to the whole story in silence with his arms crossed.
Her friend’s tragedy with a very calm face…
But the only thing keeping her composure is her face. Dave, who was listening to her story with her, noticed something strange about her behavior.
The hand holding his arm was strong, and the shoes that touched the floor knocked on the ground again and again, to the point where even a crackling sound leaked out.
“… Becoming a witch was an extension of that kind of escape.”
Even so, Madoka didn’t seem to notice it, and she just squatted down and let out a laugh.
With her sneer at herself, she seemed to be trying to assuage her sense of self-torture that was felt in her at this moment.
“It’s just that I couldn’t stand it any longer by relying on God, so I thought it would be easier to make a contract with the devil…”
But in the end, the anger that he couldn’t hide leaked out of his mouth.
Soon, the tears from her eyes began to drip down her legs.
“… Am I pathetic?”
Emotions that have been building up all along.
The moment when his own weakness, which he thought would be forgotten for the rest of his life by accepting the power of the demons, was revealed in front of the two.
“I endured all Yumil, became a great mage, and took on a great role of supporting the hero, but I, like me…”
“Ha.”
A sigh escaped from Ymir’s mouth, who was watching him, and he began moving his body towards Madoka again.
Did he sigh because he felt pitiful from his current attitude?
“… I don’t know what to say.”
No, what I felt in the eyes looking down at me at this moment was a feeling I would call compassion.
Her own pathetic look.
Because she couldn’t get stronger, because at this moment she truly felt sorry for herself, who had only been running away.
“… Yumil?”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have any talent for things like consolation. All I can do is this.”
With a voice that contains such emotions, Yumir extends her arms and puts her body on top of them.
As soon as her head, which had slipped between her knees, touched her chest, her voice tinged with pity began to tickle her ears.
“Yu, Yumil…”
“… I’m sorry, I didn’t know how difficult it was for you to bring out your true heart.”
“Oh, no. I am… Rather, even though I met you again, I acted so hard…”
On the contrary, Madoka was feeling grateful for her friend at this moment.
If she had only run away, infatuated with her witchy powers, she wouldn’t have had a chance to openly express her guilt towards her at this moment.
Really that her relationship with her may have completely disappeared. Now that I had a human heart, even temporarily, I felt so afraid.
But can I still keep this heart?
What happened once can’t go back unless time is turned back, and even if relationships that have already gone wrong are reattached, you won’t be able to expect the innocence of the beginning.
I’m afraid of how the twist will turn out later.
As much as she had experienced throwing up resentment at her inferiority complex, she repeated that the anxiety that she might leave a huge scar on her friend who cared for herself at this moment caused the urge to run away from this position.
“… Dave, please.”
But that’s what Ymir also guesses.
She, too, distanced herself from her people because of her grief at the loss of her only friend, and was also wary of the fact that her own angular personality might hurt her friend’s heart.
That’s why she wanted to bring her own lover to this place.
“… Are you really okay?”
The person who reminded me that even this kind of person can love someone.
Even if it wasn’t intentional at first, now I feel that false heart has been sublimated to the truth, and I hope that heart will be transmitted to my friend.
“Yeah, you’ll be fine.”
I don’t have a lot of anxiety, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Ymir, who left the words that revealed such trust, passed by him and stood at the entrance and said quietly.
“It would be impossible to erase all the memories, but at least it would be possible to give you a happy time enough to make even such a nightmare fly away.”
-Click.
The moment when the door closed and only the two of them were left in the room.
Madoka, who was still sitting on the bed, started looking at Dave with her weeping eyes.
“I-over there… Mr. Dave…”
“…”
“… Oh no. Are you okay. You don’t have to.”
Madoka grabbed the hem of my clothes and started to tremble.
The sound of her voice leaking from her quivering lips clearly showed that she was feeling the fear as she imagined what would happen after her.
“Well, if Ymir is being too aggressive, uh, he has no choice but to hang out…”
-Suddenly.
Despite such fear, Dave does not back down and closes the distance.
Sensing that the man’s presence was approaching, Madoka stiffened her body and began to close her eyes tightly.
“Oh, no, no. Eh, something like this! I heard that you two are lovers!? Chi, it’s also wrong to have a relationship like this with your friend’s lover. Me, i… !”
A cry of fear followed by gibberish.
However, it did not lead to an active refusal. As if even refusal stimulated the trauma.
The only way for her not to rush into her act would be to wait for her opponent to step back, but Dave’s hand was already reaching for Madoka’s clothes.
“Ah, ah… Awesome!”
The moment the clothes he had changed before were peeled off layer by layer by his hand.
Madoka, at a loss for what to do with him, held her hands behind her back and held them tight, so that only her black underwear barely covered her body.
“Ugh, ugh…”
The moment when most of the inner flesh is exposed.
Aware that her man had shown her shameful side, she began to look at him precariously, as if at any moment she would burst into tears.
“I, there, I…”
Gradually grasping her hand on her lap.
Madoka only repeats the remarks she wants to get out of this situation somehow.
“… You are pretty.”
But Dave didn’t complain about his timid attitude.
“Yes yes?”
“Yes, very…”
No, there was no way I could vomit that.
He had already been asked by her own lover, and was about to treat her with her sense of mission to revive her heart.
“I think she has a very pretty body. Mrs. Madoka.”
“… That, like that.”
Madoka, who shrank from the praise that led to her deep eyes, covered her face.
She closed her eyes tightly and took her gaze away from him.
“Mo, the body… Maybe so… Even so, it doesn’t change that I’m dirty.”
There was no way I could accept the compliment right now.
The reason why her body has elasticity is because of her vitality as a witch.
However, the mind is still impoverished by Ymir’s drug.
As much as the memory of that time was intact, it was clear that not even a fragment of her innocent days would remain.
“In the first place, I, I… Not even a virgin… It’s not that I love you, like Ymir…”
The moment when such a sense of self-torture leaks out of your mouth timidly.
“You don’t like it either? Mad about drugs and mixing with a woman who was harassed by all kinds of men… Awesome!”
As it is, Madoka’s body is pushed onto the bed with gentle touches.
Afterwards, her eyes, feeling a presence on top of her, gradually opened, and the pupils looking down at her began to be engraved on her retinas.
The face of a man preparing to hold him in his arms, regardless of her own passive appearance.
“I am the same as Madoka-san.”
The man whispered with such a face.
“Same thing, Rani.”
“I, like you, have experienced unwanted relationships with many members of the opposite sex.”
It’s not a lie.
In those days when she had no strength or anywhere to rely on, she had no choice but to be robbed of her virginity regardless of her will.
After that, it was a life that had no choice but to choose to be harassed by others in order to survive.
“… Dave, sir.”
“Miss Madoka. Chastity is not important here.”
Above all, this is not an act as a lover, it is just to comfort a wounded heart.
“Don’t think about anything right now… Let’s just focus on licking each other’s wounds.”
The lips that flowed from the moist eyes and the water flowed from them.
He stroked it with his finger and quietly began to bring his mouth to her lips.
Without any hesitation.
Perhaps she expresses sympathy and sympathy for a woman who may have had the same scar as herself.
