Witch Taming System-Chapter 44: Magic Semen [1]

Ever since that day in the changing room with Lancel, Ishtar had noticed significant changes.

First, the novels she used to read no longer sparked anything inside her. If anything, they only made her realize how lonely her life really was.

But that wasn’t all. Whenever she thought about what happened with Lancel, her crotch would start itching badly, and her panties would grow damp within seconds.

Over the past weekend, she had to change her underwear at least three times a day.

But the most important change of all...

"Hngh..."

Ishtar had learned how to masturbate.

It started when she accidentally bumped her clit against the edge of the table in the living room.

After that, she went straight to her room and started vigorously humping the table, grinding her swollen clit against the hard surface until waves of pleasure washed over her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way Lancel had pinned her against the wall, lifted her leg, and ground his hard cock against her soaked panties.

The memory alone made her pussy throb and leak even more.

Now, every night, she found herself repeating the same desperate act, rubbing and humping anything she could find just to chase that same feeling he had given her.

"Huh?"

As Ishtar expanded her reading from romance novels into literotica, she found herself confronted with concepts she had never even considered before, prompting her to pause her pillow-humping session.

"D-Does it taste that good...?"

In the story she was reading, the woman took the man’s hard penis into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

"F-Fellatio...?"

And then came the breaking point.

"C-Cum?"

Apparently, when a man’s pleasure reached a certain point, his penis would shoot out thick, viscous fluid called semen.

For someone like Ishtar, whose only knowledge about sex and men came from novels, this was way too stimulating.

At that moment, Ishtar had a moment of realization.

On that day, just like in the novel she was reading, Lancel had been hard and desperate, much like the man in the story.

But the difference was that the man in the novel had gotten his release while Lancel hadn’t.

"...Did I... make a mistake?"

Ishtar’s gaze slowly turned toward the soda bottle she had yet to throw out on the table.

She swallowed her saliva and turned the page of the book, reading the contents line by line.

"...Her soft lips wrapped around the thick head of his cock. She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip as she tasted the salty precum leaking from the slit."

Ishtar’s breathing grew heavier with every line. Her eyes stayed glued to the words as she slowly stood up and walked toward the soda bottle on the table.

The more she read, the warmer her body felt, and the wetter her panties became.

She stopped right in front of the bottle, still reading.

"Then she took him deeper, bobbing her head up and down with wet, obscene sounds, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder."

Ishtar’s hand trembled as she reached out and picked up the soda bottle. She stared at it for a long moment with a flushed face before slowly bringing it closer to her lips.

Without another word, Ishtar stuck her tongue out.

.

.

Recalling those memories, her face suddenly grew hot. She quickly turned away.

"E-Expect good things from now on, Assistant Lancel!" she stammered, before hurrying into the lecture hall.

"...."

Lancel scratched the back of his head as he watched her leave.

"...How did my life turn out this way?"

Still, if there was one thing Lancel was grateful for about this city, it was that the Leviathan Group couldn’t just come and go as they pleased.

And even if they did, Lancel had at least made preparations.

* * *

"Girls, could you two come forward?"

——Yes, Archmistress Faust!

The two apprentice witches, Ishtar and Mei, approached the podium as Faust called out to them.

"You first, Ishtar."

"Yes."

Ishtar lowered herself before the large, spread-out Hexencircle at the center.

It was a transmutation spell. She began by calculating the Frequencies to control the desired form, then adjusted the Eon to stabilize the duration.

Taking out a padded sheet, she worked through the necessary calculations. Her expression focused as she refined each value.

After a brief moment, she initiated the Barrier, locking each component into place.

"I’m ready, Archmistress Faust."

"Go on."

Ishtar nodded and extended her hand. A magic staff manifested out of thin air, settling into her grip. She pointed it forward, letting it hover above the Hexencircle as mana began to flow from her circuits.

Lancel watched closely.

To him, Ishtar’s mana looked like constellations forming in real time. Points of light connected and weaved themselves into a pattern.

’Huh...’

It was only now that he realized he could actually see mana with his own eyes. Whatever it was, it was a good sign that implied that his own training was beginning to bear fruit.

———!

At that moment, the lecture hall shook.

A golden glow emitted from the Hexencircle. Light spilled outward as particles drifted into the air. The formation stabilized the transmutation took shape.

At that moment, Mei leaned slightly toward him and poked his shoulder.

"Yes?" Lancel turned.

"You know... ever since we did that thing... something strange has been happening to my body..."

"...?"

Lancel felt his stomach drop.

"Are you pregnant?"

"Huh? No."

Lancel let out a sigh of relief.

"You see... ever since you ejaculated inside me—"

"L-Lower your voice...!"

Lancel felt like covering her mouth at that moment, but chose to refrain from it since it might’ve elicited strange looks from Faust and Ishtar. Why was she bringing this up here to begin with?

"Yes. Ever since that happened, I felt like my magic output has suddenly doubled."

"W-What do you mean?"

"I think it’d be easier to show you."

Lancel resisted the urge to cover her mouth. The last thing he needed was unnecessary attention, especially with Faust present.

Mei didn’t seem bothered.

"Ever since then, my magic output has increased," she said. "It’s not just a little. It’s... noticeably higher."

"...What do you mean?"

"I think it’s easier to show you."

By then, Ishtar had completed her transmutation.

What formed above the Hexencircle was a refined construct, a weapon-like structure composed of condensed mana and material components.

Faust observed it for a moment before giving a slight nod.

"Good control. Your Frequencies were stable, and the Barrier held without fluctuation. You may step back."

"Yes."

Ishtar withdrew, her staff dissolving as she returned to her position.

"Mei," Faust said.

Unlike Ishtar, who handled everything through layered calculations in her head alongside quick written notes, Mei pulled out a construct calculator.

She worked through each value one by one. Her pace was noticeably slower despite the assistance of the device. The gap between them was obvious. Ishtar was a natural genius, while Mei seemed to struggle a bit.

Even so, Mei didn’t rush.

She continued until everything was aligned, finishing just before Lancel could grow bored.

Before proceeding, she turned her head slightly, her gaze locking onto him for a second, making sure he was watching.

Only then did she face forward again.

"It’s ready, Archmistress."

"Mhm."

Just like Ishtar, a staff manifested in her hand as mana began to gather. A soft blue glow spread across the Hexencircle.

"Huh?"

"Wait, what?!"

Before anyone could properly register it, the spell had already taken form.

It was fast.

Unlike Ishtar, who built her structure step by step, Mei’s transmutation was completed in a fraction of the time. The process that should have taken several seconds had been compressed almost instantly.

Lancel scrutinized closely. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact difference, but it was obvious that in terms of talent alone, Ishtar was still ahead.

And yet for some reason, Mei’s spell had manifested far faster than hers.

"I was about to take points off after seeing some incorrect calculations," Faust said. "But I changed my mind. How did the constructs align despite the misinputs?"

Lancel kept his eyes on the Hexencircle, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

All that technical jargon aside, even he could tell.

This wasn’t normal by witch standards.