Chapter 39 – Transactions
Serlin Lebriam.
Genius.
Master of all magic.
A genius born once every 1,000 years.
These were nicknames from her youth. Everything was a success story. Everything she wanted was achieved and nothing was holding her back. Her intellect was so brilliant that it quickly took her to the cutting edge of magical research, making her a pioneer who pioneered new paths for 200 years.
The path she walked soon became the path that her younger students would follow, and her words became like a textbook for all witches to listen to and follow. And so 400 years passed.
There was nothing more to do.
The stimulation wasn’t new and nothing was enjoyable.
I’m tired of magic now. At some point, her excellent understanding and intellect became blocked by a wall, and she could not go any further. Talents and geniuses better than her began to appear, and she was no longer the best. Now is the time for her to step aside.
And it wasn’t until then that the terrible fever that struck all her witches came to her too.
Heart disease.
There is no new stimulus.
So she continued development and research to discover new stimuli. She had retreated from the front line anyway, so it was only too late that she began to dig into what she really wanted.
What was created that way was body modification magic.
And as you can see, instead of being revered, her magic was considered disgusting and grotesque. No one hung out with her. The vulgarity and grotesqueness of saying that no one would create a vagina in the armpit and then bury it there. And she didn’t want to play running to the end of the pervert castle.
Until today.
The man in front of me satisfied myself with something beyond perfection. Have you ever had a single experience recently that was so enjoyable and pleasurable?
No matter how much I think about it, nothing comes to mind. She was possessed by an unusual desire. Aina, Ray Rupaltion and Serlyn were in completely different situations.
They, too, were bored, but since her sexual tastes were not as extreme as Serline’s, they were people who had been playing according to her own tastes to some extent, at least not completely satisfied.
But it wasn’t Serlin. She was someone who had been ostracized for a long time. Because her sexual taste is so low. A man named Van Crown who was barely satisfying his desires by playing a game that did not suit him, so he decided to harass men as much as possible because he was not satisfied, and then it fell like a sweet rain during a drought.
The possessive desire to have it literally explodes.
He had just witnessed an object he had been waiting for hundreds of years finally appear before his eyes. How on earth can I put up with this?
“You’re good at magic… Your play is perfect… Who the hell are you? Was this something intentionally created by another witch? Are you really curious? I’m curious about you. Half a crown. “I want to read your memories.”
Van Crown smiled at those words. Not in my heart. The being possessed inside sensed that it was now fucked. Never. You should never allow your memories to be read.
“Is there really a need for that? Serlin. I don’t think you need to know who I am. What matters is whether I satisfied you or not. “Isn’t that the only one?”
“That’s true… But I’m still curious about you. I want to know about you. You… Yes. To be honest, I want it. I want to know everything about you. “You were so perfect.”
“Does this mean you are satisfied?”
“Of course.”
After spitting out the words, Serlyn thought it was a mistake. If I said I was satisfied, it was obvious that they would make demands.
“Then that’s a relief. It looks like our small bet ended up winning me. Serlin. Then, as you promised, please make the reagent I want.”
Serlin had to look pouty. Why did I just admit it? The feeling that she had somehow lost made her uncomfortable. But whatever. What can I do? A promise is a promise. The witch’s promise carries great weight. She had to make him the reagent she wanted.
“Good. I’ll admit you won. Because your play was perfect. What reagent do you want? “Tell me that.”
Van Crown hesitated for a moment, then calmed her voice and carefully said what she wanted.
“Can you make a medicine that can change obsession into obedience?”
“Obsessed with obedience?”
“Yes. So, I hope that you will be in a state where you can feel happiness and pleasure just by receiving orders from me and being under me as my exclusive majo slave, without me having to do anything else. Can you naturally change the strong feelings of obsession into obedience?”
Serlyn had a strange look on her face at her words. There was something strange about her. Turn obsession into obedience… What human men usually ask is how to make women fall in love with them even more. Or, these were the kinds of demands that a specific woman love only him or make her feel passionately when she sees him.
However, this was the first time I had heard of such a requirement for Serlin. It’s obsession. With submission? What on earth is this for?
“Well… It’s possible. In order to change such strong feelings, I need to know the circumstances more accurately. Isn’t it annoying to be obsessed? Wouldn’t it be much better to just make yourself a potion to remove obsession? Why do you insist on making me obey? Is there any other reason?”
“Yes. There is. “The ones I have to obey are the witches.”
“What?”
Serlin’s expression becomes even more distorted. Subjugating a witch? No wait. So doesn’t that mean there’s already a witch obsessed with this man? What witch wants this man? At that one word, a sudden twist occurs somewhere deep inside Serlin’s heart.
It’s mine. Is there another witch trying to get it?
Half a crown? There is a witch who wants to steal this precious man who has practically been the only one who has satisfied her sexual preferences for hundreds of years? Something is about to burst out from within. When Serlin’s expression changed unusually, Van Crown hurriedly continued his speech.
“You have to have that obedience!… You can truly play SM properly. Much more than anything you have ever experienced. “You can feel overwhelming pleasure.”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it carefully. If there are witches who are obsessed with me, I secretly become afraid of them. Isn’t that right? What if I don’t like the game? What would you do if I entertained other witches? Then, no matter how well I have done so far, my head will be cut off in one fell swoop. It’s common, right? Something like that.”
“Well… I can’t say there isn’t one.”
“That’s why you need obedience. I need some magical confirmation that they can never harm me. “If only that could happen… Then I could go there and show my sadistic nature without any pressure.”
“What you just showed me wasn’t a true sadist?”
“Sure. I have anxiety in a corner of my heart, so how can I show my true sadistic nature? Think about it. Serlin. What would I be able to do if witches could never harm me? I wonder what kind of play I can play against meat puppets who can never harm me no matter what they do. “Aren’t you curious?”
Serlin swallows his saliva when he hears those words. When she sensed that she was being bitten, her half-crown continued to spew out her words at her with such momentum.
“For the ultimate SM to be truly proper, Serline must make the potion… But this can only be done if all witches obey me. Think about it. “What kind of play would that be?”
“But…”
Serlin hesitates. Van Crown immediately realized why she hesitated.
“Of course. You can’t have me all to yourself. But first think about why you need to monopolize me in the first place. Isn’t that because you want to enjoy the pleasures I provide all to yourself? Isn’t that right?”
Serlin could not answer. It was because she was Jeonggok.
“Look at that. Serlin. If possession is your goal, you can imprison me right now and make me yours, Serlin. But if you do that, I’ll be afraid of Serlin, and I won’t be able to play properly for the rest of my life. Then you’ll get tired of it soon… Then it’s a loss for me and a loss for Serlyn. Isn’t that right?”
“Ugh…”
“But. Put aside your possessiveness and obsession for a moment and look a little further away. Even though he may not be able to completely own me, my unbridled control… I wonder what kind of sadism a true sadist would wield. Think about it. Would you choose an ending that is certain to lead to catastrophe? Or will you make a choice for true pleasure?”
Half a crown’s words came to an end. Now the choice was up to Serlin. She didn’t show it, but half a crown was in her mouth. What choice will Serlin make here?
Serlin looked at the half crown in silence. She was wondering whether to choose between her possessiveness and the greater pleasure of real, proper pleasure. Chewing her tongue, she thought and thought.
She wanted to own half a crown.
Just for himself. Like his own things, he wants to always be by his side and satisfy him.
But.
But…
‘There can be greater pleasure? Really proper sadism? Well… It’s natural to be afraid of witches. Even I can’t reveal my true nature… I can’t refuse it. Am I supposed to create a being with my own will that can only obey?’
Serlyn shivered. Wouldn’t that be the proper end of SM? A true master who must be obeyed and cannot be rejected.
What pleasure does he give himself? I am so excited that it sends shivers down my spine.
In the end, she made a choice.
Suddenly, several magic reagents were created on the palm of her hand and soon began to mix and combine according to a set order.
After the combination was completed in an instant.
In Serlin’s hand was a small vial. It contained a dark black liquid that seemed to devour even the soul.
“Half a crown. I created the drug you wanted. Transform obsession into obedience. Any witch. The moment I drink this, I will have as much obedience as my obsession with you. I will never be able to reject you.”
Half a crown smiles. At las! He walks with his hand outstretched.
“Thank you so much. Serlin…”
“Dan!”
She pulls back her pill bottle. A half-crown smile disappears from her face.
“There is one condition.”
“… What more do you want? “Serlin?”
Serlyn purrs her lips. She seems to be worried about something.
But she soon decided to be honest about her own desires.
It’s been an incredibly boring few hundred years anyway. There was no harm in adding a new entertainment.
She wanted to see it now.
What is the end of SM that Van Crown promised?
“I should be the first witch to submit. Show me the ultimate SM. Submit me.”
