Chapter 275 – Reunion
“Are you giving me permission?”
A man’s voice came from a corner of the room at her call. For how long had he been watching the girl behind bars? There was a man who seemed to have permeated the darkness that hung over the room.
“Yes, because you said you needed it.”
“Ohhhhh, thank you for your consideration.”
She shook her head and turned around at the sound of a man’s voice, old and twisted like an old man’s, even though it wasn’t that old.
“However, please don’t be too reckless. She’s an essential sacrifice for the ceremony.”
“We will do as headquarters.”
“I don’t know if your research will pay off.”
Despite the sight of Diana opening the door and exiting with ridicule, Gomel remained silent and looked at the girl behind bars.
“Finally, finally!”
In his trembling voice, there was no anger or resentment toward Diana who laughed at him. Rather, it seemed that even those emotions were swept away by the joy of finding an oasis in a dry desert.
“I can finally finish it…!”
Soon, as if he couldn’t stand his overflowing emotions, he crawled out of the darkness and grabbed the girl’s cage. His joy becomes a trembling and shakes as if he would break the iron bars himself. Of course, it was impossible to really break it, but his gaze reached the key left where Diana left.
“Are you really going to entrust that person with witches?”
As Diana walked out of her room, her Kane, who had been following her, asked.
“Are there any problems?”
“Didn’t you say that it was a sacrifice necessary for the ceremony? If the sacrifice died because of the author…”
He looked anxiously at the door he had turned his back to, but what he said was not a concern for the girl, but a concern that trouble might arise before being used as a sacrifice.
“I don’t think that’s something for you to meddle with.”
However, as if dismissing his concerns as overthinking, Diana cut him off in a colder voice. Because of this, Kane straightened his back as if he thought he was rude.
“Aren’t you overwhelmed just worrying about Rachel?”
He didn’t say anything at her sharp words, so Diana snorted at her and continued walking.
“Anyway, Kane doesn’t seem to know about the people called alchemists.”
“…Yes, embarrassingly.”
“There’s no need to be shy. I never expected anything like that from you.”
When Kane didn’t say anything despite Diana’s words full of ridicule and followed him, she continued her words with a bored face as if her interest had cooled.
“As Kane knows, Gomel is an alchemist.”
“Yes.”
“Then what do you think alchemists are most obsessed with?”
“Are you a golem?”
Diana burst into laughter as if his words were amusing. Maybe Kane saw Gomel and she said that.
“That’s why Gomel is exceptional.”
It’s not like the other alchemists aren’t interested in golems, but he was pathologically obsessed with them. Since he was trying to make a golem himself, he was done talking.
“Because most alchemists like to use magic.”
Although alchemy must have been derived from magic, alchemy cannot understand magic. That was what drove alchemists mad with magic. Perhaps Gomel’s obsession with the golem could be seen as an extension of magic.
“That’s not all.”
Even though alchemy was inferior to magic, it was not something anyone could easily learn. On the contrary, if you do not have as much talent as an intellectual born of magic, even learning is hard work and the value is enormous. Even so, alchemists could not reach magic even if they devoted their lives. Then, the next method they chose was to bring in disciples. If you cannot use magic even if you spend your entire life, you will pass it on to your disciple.
“But do they really want to pass their vision on to a stranger and eventually reach magic?”
If a person can really become a wizard with the knowledge taught, can an alchemist who has wished to become a wizard for the rest of his life understand that?
“Wouldn’t you rather wish your lineage to become a wizard?”
Wouldn’t you think that if you couldn’t be yourself, it would be better for you to be your own child?
“How would a witch look to such alchemists?”
Gomel picked up her key and turned it into the lock on the cage. When the iron bars are opened, she soon reveals her golden light, the girl who had closed her eyes until now.
“You’re finally opening your eyes.”
Even as her stranger approached her, admiring his eyes, the girl just stared at him with her expressionless face, as if she did not know anything.
“As expected, staying in the Holy Land was the right decision.”
Gomel reached her girl’s face and brushed it with her red hair. Even if her rough, hard hand moves cautiously, it sweeps the girl’s fair skin as if it would scratch it, but she just lowers her gaze without showing any sign of resistance. Her white skin, like her snowflakes, contrasts with his hands full of calluses and scars.
“I never thought that an opportunity like this would come again in my lifetime.”
It was a moment when her inconceivable joy became a breath, sweeping her girlish skin and skimming over her as if to engrave every image of her in her head.
“Kuh!?!”
Gomel put her own head on her sudden headache. She said he was missing her girl because of her cracking headache.
“Ahhh, uhhhhh.”
She was moving slowly but surely, her arms shaking and her feet on her floor. Her girl, too, was clutching her chest as if in pain, but she was trying to get out of her cage while Gomel suffered from her headache. However, that attempt failed miserably.
“What?!”
“Is it really magic…!”
Gomel, who was distracted by her headache, grabbed the girl by the ankle as she tried to get out of the cage while gritting her teeth. The girl struggled to free herself from his grip, but his grip on her ankles grew stronger instead of lessened. To make matters worse, he climbs on top of her girl, then flips her over and grabs her neck violently.
“Turn it off!!”
“Khehehe.”
As the beautiful face of the girl, who had been so expressionless for a long time, was contorted with pain, Gomel let out a laugh mixed with her while struggling with her headache, and tightened her hand around her neck. How long had it passed before she squeezed her neck hard as the girl struggled under him and he got a headache?
“Oh…”
“Heh heh heh heh.”
Finally, when the girl closed her eyes and her struggle stopped, Gomel felt her headache gone and she let out a weary breath and removed her hand from her neck.
“I almost missed an important opportunity.”
He looked down at her for the fact that she would have missed her girl just the way she was if she had let her mind go first. Could she possibly have died? He put his hand under the girl’s nose and was relieved by the faint sense of her breath. He strangled her as hard as he could because he had no time to control his strength due to the severe headache that would cut off her mind if he did something wrong. Because of this, a large, black handprint was left on the girl’s slender neck. Gomel looked again at the girl who had lost her mind beneath him.
“Should I really call it a witch?”
The crimson hair that seems to flow with a soft light in the light that has escaped from under the bars a little bit, and the white skin that is visible under the transparent black dress even though someone is wearing it stimulates the mouth. If it was her guy who didn’t know how to look, he would have taken her heart away at once.
“I want to use it for research on golems right now. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying it for a while.”
Gomer stretched her hand under the girl and tried to enjoy her skin, but suddenly she realized that the pain she had stabbed her own head was her magic.
“…Sweet!”
The girl opened her eyes to the pain that seemed to grip her neck and the intense light hitting her eyelids. Then, what comes into her field of vision is a very bright room with bright lights everywhere, although not a single window can be seen. Not only that, but even a wide room has tables placed here and there, and each has a shape similar to a person, but things made of iron are lying like people sleeping. The smell of metal passing through the nose informs that this place exists for them. The girl checked where this place was and she tried to move, but she realized that her arms and legs were tied.
“Now you’ve come to your senses.”
Besides, already in front of her girl, Gomel, who had strangled her to faint, was sitting in her chair and watching her. But more than that, the girl’s golden glow trembled as she found it in his hand. As if she saw something she shouldn’t be here.
“I guess the rumors were true. Did she say that she could make a wish for a special witch in exchange for her life?”
What he had in his hand was none other than a fishbowl with small fish swimming around.
“To be honest, I thought it was meaningless to wish for something that wasn’t fulfilled directly. It’s convenient at times like this.”
The golden light of her girl trembles as she follows the figure of a fish swimming leisurely in her narrow fishbowl, not knowing her own destiny. Gomel looked at him and giggled.
“Now, let’s make a deal. I dedicate this fish to you.”
An unfair transaction in which the girl’s doctor is not even asked and given no room to intervene.
“You will become my slave.”
After his words, the fish jumped out of the tank. Splashing water droplets, the fish jumped out of the waterless fish tank, unable to walk or crawl, and flipped its flat body around.
“It’s also noisy.”
Gomel put her fish tank on a desk, wiping away the water droplets that had splashed on her. She then stepped in front of the girl and untied her arms and legs, which she had bound. With her support gone, the girl slipped and tried to sit down, but first he grabbed her by the armpit.
“Oops, did I mention she can’t use one leg? I thought I’d use her as an assistant, but I’m a little disappointed.”
As he licked her lips, he saw the girl limp in his arms.
“Now, then tell me your name.”
“…Belka.”
The girl eventually had to tell him her own name.
“Belka, Belkara. Now, no matter what I do from now on, you must follow me.”
Gomel laid her Belka on her empty desk. Originally, it was a laboratory prepared for research, but this time it was reserved for the girl. It seemed insufficient as a place for her to perform, but at least it was the best bed for him.
“Ha, great.”
Gomel stretched out under her black dress, and she felt sorry to compare her with him. She spread her beautiful girl’s legs apart, rubbed her insides with her hands, enjoying the soft feel, then lifted her dress. Then, the white girl’s lower body greets him. As I ran my fingers through her tightly closed, clean cracks, where not a single bristly hair could be seen, the soft, fluffy texture distorted her thick flesh.
“Oops!”
I liked that feeling, and as I poked more seriously at the crack, the girl groaned and wrapped her fingers around her moist, blunt fingers. The pink flesh revealed as her cracks swallowed her fingers was truly erotic. He wrapped his palms around her belly and cracks, exploring the girl’s inner flesh only through the sensations of her fingers.
“Ahhh, noh.”
Belka tried to hold back her moans as best she could, but she couldn’t help the little leaks out.
“Your body is already pickled in the aphrodisiac, but you seem to be enduring it.”
Gomel knew the state of her girl’s body through her doctor who treated her, and he knew that she would react sensitively to the slightest provocation of her.
“Looking at it, it’s not like I was sold here and there once or twice, but will it change anything if I get raped again?”
He guessed that since she was her witch, she would inevitably have been discovered and lived as her slave. Seeing that she still resisted, she thought that she had been bullied quite a bit.
“Don’t worry. I don’t know what the previous guys were like, but I have no intention of treating you carelessly.”
“Ew!”
Even so, the girl’s smooth white pussy, which had been swallowing his finger, turned pink from the stimulation that tickled her insides, and began to ooze sticky honey. His finger, which he slipped out, was already soaked in the sticky liquid, signaling that Belka was ready to accept him as a female.
“It’s hot. Is this also a witch’s characteristic? I need to study it.”
He sucked her girl’s nectar from her own fingers and looked down at her.
“Huh.”
Belka was lying on the bench, watching him quietly. It is a golden color stained with tears and resentment, unable to even struggle at his command, but to him now, even that is an element that excites the snake coiled under him. Gomel eventually lowered his trousers to free the snake, and as soon as it came out, the snake with its mushroom-like head trembled with delight at the rich scent of a horned female welcoming it. The snake lowered its head and thrust its head toward the female’s lair.
“Ughh!!!”
Eventually, the snake opened the girl’s crack and forcefully inserted its head.
