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136 – 5. Witch Moon (12)

5. Witch’s Moon – Faded Memories (5)

I was swimming. It seemed like if I stopped rowing my limbs, I would sink into the water any minute, so I desperately lifted my head up.

Memories of myself at the age of 16 and a year and a half. Everything that happened in the mansion was constantly swirling in the middle of the huge sea of memories.

I always struggle in my dreams to avoid getting caught up in that huge trench, in the endless darkness, and in the vortex that sucks me down. If I didn’t do that, it seemed that I would recall memories so deep that I could never wake up from my sleep.

Even though I would be sleeping with my eyes closed in real life, I still feel my heart. The curse of the witch clinging to it tenaciously grabs my limbs and slowly pulls me in.

I finally stopped swimming. Today too I was defeated.

Through my sight completely immersed in the sea, things that were once considered memories rush like waves.

All the memories of the undefiled days enveloped me, and when I came to my senses…… I was standing in front of the bathtub.

Hmm? I looked down at myself wearing different clothes than I do now, and faced my face reflected in the water. The 17-year-old, with slightly stronger eyes than now, was looking at me.

It’s been a while since I had a lucid dream. However, I knew that this was not the freedom granted to me. Now that I realize that this is a dream, I will only act based on my memories.

Why is it in her bathroom instead of her room, which was always used as a stage? Realizing that this was a dream, I slowly recollected my memory.

Looking back, it was clear that since she became a witch’s disciple, my relationship with her had developed in a more personal direction. The biggest cause for this was by far the witch’s transformation.

She, who never left her room all day except for the first time, that is, when she served me twice a day, never showed up, began to show interest in me little by little as time went on after I became a squire. . So, it means that the time in the room has decreased and they have started to appear in various places in the mansion.

Like an owner who is curious about how a newly picked wild animal behaves in his spacious house, they started to be friendly while maintaining a certain distance. So, as if he would accept it as his perfect pet.

That delicate sense of distance had completely collapsed after her declaration of discipleship. If up to now we were slowly taking one step a day towards each other, since becoming her disciple it means that I have speeded up two or three steps on her side compared to I still take one step at a time.

First, she taught me the basics of magic for several hours a day, and then, for the rest of the time, instead of lying dead in her room like before, she stood behind me doing the chores she ordered and stared at me.

When I asked what was going on, she shook her head as if not to mind, but there was no way she wasn’t paying attention. When I think about it, it is clear that she accepted my awkwardness and discomfort as a kind of play. Like a human being who pet the moans of a cat cramped in her arms.

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Not only that, but I could see that he made an effort to spend a long time sitting with me at meals, and specifically, he showed a lot of interest in the story about the world I was originally in. She was a good listener and always had a faint smile when I spoke. She also looked a little sad that she never talked about herself, and she didn’t.

Most of her classes were conducted within the prescribed hours of the day, so when I was reviewing what I had learned during the day in my room at night, she would suddenly sit on top of my bed and watch me without warning. When I noticed her presence and hurriedly turned her head around the time I lost my concentration, I would then leave the room while stroking her head meaninglessly.

And…… It may be irrelevant, but she had no qualms about showing me her naked body. It was like that before we got very close, that is, when we just became disciples. It must have been an old habit, but when he was walking around the mansion, he always wore something, but when he was in his room, he would take off a thin piece of clothing whenever he had a chance, as if he didn’t like anything other than the bed sheet rubbing against it.

Every time that happened, I rolled my eyes to keep my manners and rationality towards my teacher…… The witch acted like someone who didn’t really know what her own naked body looked like to a hot-blooded boy.

If you think about it, it was like that on this day too. No, this day was especially special. I gradually felt that my consciousness was synchronized with me in my memory, and I slowly put myself in the position of an observer. So, it must have been about half a year since I lived in the mansion.

“Would you like to take a bath?”

“Yes.”

On that day, the witch suddenly announced to me after the arduous class as usual. I didn’t immediately understand what she was saying for a moment. This is because the act of bathing, that is, soaking the body in hot water, was an act that could not be done in the mansion until now.

The mansion, which seems to have inherited the style of the Middle Ages, was connected to a water supply, but there was no separate function to adjust the temperature, so it was always necessary to wash with slightly cold or lukewarm water. If I really wanted to heat the water, I could go to the kitchen and go to her magical fire pit, but I wondered when I would be able to fill the bathtub that way. Because of that, I gave up long ago and lived a life appreciating being able to wash every day…… Come to think of it, there was no way she could do anything impossible in front of her magic. It’s just that I haven’t tried it because I’m not interested.

Perhaps he was paying attention to what I said at dinner yesterday? It was just nonsensical chatter that the individual rooms at the academy had a large bathtub with an automatic water-receiving function.

“But… ….”

“Is there a problem?”

I looked at her with a genuinely puzzled look on her face, chewing on her witch’s words. The gaze almost went down to her big, swollen breasts, so she barely looked around her chin and opened her mouth.

“But…… Don’t you need it?”

“What?”

Even after hearing her chilly questions and answers, I continued to speak. They had no desire to rebel, but they believed that they had formed a certain bond with each other, so there was a calculation that they would not lose trust with this level of questioning. No, rather than that, the problem was just my inability to hold back my curiosity.

“Well, since the witch always keeps her clean with her magic, besides, if the purpose is to warm her body… ….”

“… ….”

In one word, it meant that I sincerely did not understand why a normal human being would want a bath in need. According to my theory, the witch bit her mouth tightly, and she soon turned her head away from her gaze and asked in a low voice.

“…… Bad?”

“Yes? …… No, well, that’s not what I meant.”

Unfortunately, the witch at the time looked a bit pouty. I was a little taken aback by her rather young side, which she hadn’t shown before. However, he immediately regained her reason and gave her the answer she wanted. As a pro disciple.

“Okay. Can I just get water in advance? Warming up…….”

“If you turn on the tap from now on, hot water will come out.”

Which gap? There was no need to ask such frivolous questions. After all, she was a witch. Rather, she was suspiciously fast at work, giving the illusion that in fact she might have expected me to say that from yesterday.

Anyway, I left her room behind her. All I had to do was get her into her bathtub with enough water to heat her up. The clean bathroom, which had been kept free of dust since I cleaned it, boasted an enormous size compared to the one in my room, and the bathtub carved out of stone in the middle was also a size that could fit seven or eight people at a time.

I did just as she said and watched the tap pouring out hot water, and then, after looking through the shelves and cupboards in the bathroom, I realized that the bath salts I had used before were still intact. When I opened the lid, I could smell the scent of unknown flowers. All old stuff is like that, I rolled up my arms.

As the water rose to a level high enough to submerge her body, and the bath salts were dyeing the surface of the water in a decent color, the witch made a sign to me in front of the bathroom door.

“Are you done?”

“Yes. Witch.”

Let me answer and turn around…… The witch took off her clothes without hesitation, as if in her own room. I freaked out for a moment and stepped back. Knowing and avoiding and being surprised were two different things.

FYI, I had already seen her naked when I went to her room to ask her to learn. It was the first time I had seen the naked body of a living woman, and before the shock of that day faded from my mind over the years…… Again she comes to me.

The witch slowly dropped her tight dress from her body. Her straight shoulders were exposed, and her sunken collarbone was exposed, beneath which her undulating breasts and crimson nipples were clearly visible. It had been a long time since I was completely overwhelmed by the violent sight.

She deliberately took off her clothes slowly, as if to enjoy my gaze. Her ribs, half-hidden beneath her voluptuous breasts, ran around her narrow waist, revealing her long, flawless navel and long bones in turn. As she bent over, all of them disappeared behind the shaking of her breasts, and she pulled the dress wrapped around her white thighs and peeled it off, step by step, starting at her calf.

Soon, the female body of a mature woman who revealed everything faced me. I thought that her hair the same color as mine and her always dark clothes proved her mysteriousness and nobility, but now she was only flesh-colored and pink. Not a witch, but a woman. Violent femininity. It overwhelms me to say the least. It was an overwhelming violence that trampled on all the feast of fragmentary knowledge in the form of images and books…….

“Come closer.”

She came slowly to me, not crossing her legs or crossing her usual arms, not holding on to her shaking breasts. What kind of inspiration did I get from her naked body?

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No, no. At that moment, I was just a slave to desire. I felt the sweet scent of water dripping from my wet arms, and I could clearly feel the blood flowing through my whole body.

The flesh that I had been ignoring for more than 17 years was constantly fluctuating in my shell.