Witch Taming System-Chapter 41: Leticia Herscher [4]

Lancel lay in a daze, staring at the woman sleeping naked beside him.

After a passionate night that easily surpassed every woman he had ever slept with before, he still couldn’t quite believe it.

A witch like her, someone most ordinary humans wouldn’t even dare to approach, had confessed that she romantically liked him.

And on top of that, he had taken her virginity and spilled his seed across her belly twice.

Her body was still flushed from their long session, and her skin still glistened with dried sweat and remnants of his semen.

Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath. Lancel couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He had really fucked a witch.

Not just fucked her. He had claimed her first time and marked her with his load. It felt almost unreal.

Leticia poked his lips gently, giggling.

"You were really turned on, huh? But did you have to be so rough? It was my first time, you know."

"Sorry," Lancel replied. "You were just way too beautiful."

Leticia’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You really like me, huh, Lancel? Hehe~"

Everything felt like a dream.

From being assigned to kill Leticia, to being captured by her as if she had expected his assassination attempt, to her treating him like a pet instead of an assassin, to slowly building a relationship, and eventually running away together.

And now, this. A steamy, passionate night, followed by a clear affirmation of their relationship.

At times, Lancel wondered if any of this was even real. For someone like him, the existence of Leticia Herscher felt way too good to be true.

"Leticia... why me?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"What do you even see in a guy like me?"

Leticia furrowed her brow. For a moment, she just stared at him, as if trying to process what he meant.

Honestly, Lancel’s way of putting things was terrible. If it had been anyone else, they might have taken offense.

But instead, she kept smiling at him, gently poking his cheek.

"For one, you’re very handsome."

Lancel paused. Physical attraction was understandable. He felt the same way about her.

"Second, you’re very attentive, but also dense."

"...."

"Also, your communication skills are kind of horrible. I don’t understand how you can be so perceptive about this and that, like the time we nearly got swindled by a merchant."

"Or the time when we set out camp and you realized in just a matter of seconds Magic Beasts were hiding, waiting to pounce on us.

"Or the time when you noticed that guy following us for three days straight without even looking back.

"Or when you figured out the innkeeper was lying just from the way he spoke..."

Leticia kept rambling on and on. The more she spoke, the more Lancel felt like there was much more things to complain about him rather than his good points.

"And yet, when it comes to things like this, you’re completely clueless."

"...It sounds more like you hate me rather than like me."

"I did say you’re attentive, didn’t I?"

"...That doesn’t make me feel better."

"Hehe~"

"And this part too," she said, poking his cheek again. "You get awkward so easily. It’s cute. You’re also really kind despite your cold eyes—Oh, but I do have a complaint."

"What is it?"

"How are you good in bed?"

"...."

At that moment, Lancel felt cold sweat run down his back.

"Well, I had a feeling it wasn’t your first time."

"Are you angry?"

"No. More like confused," Leticia replied. "It’s not your first time, so you must have experience with other women. Yet you’re so docile and awkward with me. Why is that?"

"Well..."

Lancel hesitated.

What was he even supposed to say here? No matter how he phrased it, it felt like the wrong answer would just make things worse.

"...I’ve never been in a relationship before."

"..."

Leticia blinked.

"...Does that really make a difference?"

Lancel didn’t answer right away.

To him, the difference was obvious, but putting it into words wasn’t easy.

What he had experienced before had always just been physical. There was no meaning behind it or any thought put into it beyond the act itself.

Basically, there was no attachment. No reason to think about the other person beyond what was needed in the moment.

But this was different.

With Leticia, he found himself thinking more than he should. Not just about what to do, but how she would feel, how she would react, whether he was doing something right or wrong.

There was a level of awareness he wasn’t used to, and because of that, everything felt slower and awkward.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to do.

It was that, for the first time, it actually mattered.

Because for Lancel, Leticia wasn’t just any woman. She was the woman who had changed his life

"Well. Whatever. If you don’t want to answer, then let me at least reap the benefits."

"Benefits?"

Just like that, they went for more rounds.

Their passionate night only ended when the sun finally rose.

By then, Leticia had passed out, her body completely drenched in his cum.

* * *

Perhaps coming to Emadestrin had been a mistake.

Because the next day, Lancel saw something that made his heart drop.

"What is that, Lancel?"

They had just returned to the inn after dinner, having spent the entire day sightseeing and walking around town.

But the moment they stepped inside, something immediately caught his attention.

A piece of paper was pinned to the wall, stabbed in place with a small knife.

And on the paper was the whole, too-familiar black snake Lancel was used to seeing.

The official symbol of the Leviathan Group.

"They found us..."

"It says here you should meet them at the old grain warehouse near the eastern fields. Midnight."

Lancel frowned. Of course, it would be somewhere like that.

A place just outside the main roads, far enough from the town to avoid attention, but close enough to control the surroundings.

Exactly how the Leviathan Group operated.

"They’re being considerate and giving you a choice. Can’t you just not go?" Leticia asked.

Even now, she was still calm. It was just like Leticia to never lose her composure under any circumstances.

Well, to begin with, she was a witch.

"That’s not a choice."

Lancel reached out and pulled the knife free, taking the paper with it. The edges crinkled in his grip.

"It means they’re already watching."

"Mm."

Leticia didn’t seem surprised.

"Should I go with you, then?"

"It’s fine. You should stay here."

"I’m not some damsel in distress, you know? I’m way stronger than you. Just keep me around like a bodyguard. I’ll hide somewhere."

A smile formed on her lips.

Lancel could only let out a sigh.

There was no arguing with her.

Once she decided on something, she wouldn’t back down easily.