Witch Taming System

In the days that followed, Lancel found himself in a peculiar sort of recovery routine he hadn’t quite anticipated when he first arrived at Countess Gretelle’s mansion.

"Haaangh...! Lancel! ♡"

Mornings were meant for study, with Fiore guiding him through magical theory and practice.

But somehow, the books would end up forgotten as Fiore found herself kneeling beneath the desk, her lips wrapped around his cock while he tried to maintain focus on the texts before him.

Afternoons weren’t much different, either.

What should have been rest periods for his still-healing body turned into sweaty, breathless sessions on the couch, against the wall, or once memorably, bent over the dining table when Countess Gretelle was away on errands.

Evenings brought their own special kind of exhaustion, with Fiore climbing into his bed before the moon had fully risen, as she whispered filthy suggestions that made his cock twitch each and every time.

The strange thing was, Lancel didn’t feel like he was recovery wass growing worst, either. If anything, his body seemed to be getting stronger with each passing day.

Fiore, it had to be said, was insatiable. She was the one who initiated their encounters every time, and her boldness seemed to grow with each passing day.

Whether it was "accidentally" dropping her fork during dinner only to crawl under the table to "retrieve" it, or "needing help" with a spell that required close physical contact, she found endless excuses to get his hands, and "other parts," on her.

Lancel had never met a woman so openly lascivious, so unashamedly hungry for physical pleasure.

The erotic novels she loved so much had clearly left their mark. Fiore couldn’t even recall the last time she had resorted to her own hands for satisfaction anymore, not when Lancel was so readily available.

"Miss Fiore..."

Fiore looked up from where she knelt, her lips still wrapped around his shaft. The suction created a "pop" sound as she released him for a moment.

"Sluuuurp... Yesh...?"

Lancel watched as her tongue traced a slow circle around his tip before taking him back into her mouth.

The warmth of her mouth enveloped him again, her cheeks hollowing as she began to bob her head.

"It’s so tasty!" Fiore pulled back just enough to speak, her hand replacing her mouth as she stroked his length. "Lancel’s cock has now moved up the ladder as my favorite midnight snack!"

"...."

Lancel let out a sigh. While he didn’t mind the pleasure, he couldn’t help but worry about how Fiore was changing.

What would happen when his recovery ended, and it was time to leave the mansion?

According to Fiore herself, her own fingers couldn’t satisfy her anymore, not even her collection of dildos and other toys she kept hidden away.

What would she do then?

"Maybe we should... put some control over this..."

"No!" Fiore’s hand stopped its movements. "Sluuuurp... Why? Do you not like me anymore?"

"No, it’s not that..." Lancel reached down, cupping her cheek. "It’s just... aren’t we doing this way too much?"

Fiore blinked her eyes slowly before a pout formed on her lips.

"I think we’re not doing it enough..."

Lancel sighed, his thumb stroking her cheekbone.

"We nearly got caught yesterday."

"That’s because you keep stopping me from swallowing your cum!" Fiore retorted, her cheeks flushing red at the memory. "If I had swallowed it, Master wouldn’t have seen your dick milk on my hair!"

"...Dick milk?"

Lancel blinked.

Fiore really was coming up with new terms every single day.

Wasn’t she the one who had seduced him in the first place?

It had to be said, but not once had Lancel ever initiated anything physical. If she wanted it, then she would have it. And if he ever wanted it, then at the very least, it had to be on her terms.

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➤ Fiore Gretelle

[Bond Level: 6]

∎ Bond Progress: 44% / 100%

[Contract Bonus]

∎ Elemental Mastery +22%

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In any case, Fiore ranked at the top when it came to bond level, despite having only been recently added into the system.

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➤ Fiore Gretelle

[Unlocked Spells:]

∎ Lightning

∎ Thunderbolt

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And just like with Mei, Lancel had access to two of Fiore’s spells.

Spells he couldn’t even utilize at the moment.

"...Fine," Fiore said, letting out an exhale. "I’ve been falling behind on my magic practice lately anyway."

Of course, not until Lancel came inside her mouth once.

After that, they quickly cleaned up. Fiore freshened up by brushing her teeth, while Lancel returned to his studies as if nothing had happened.

Once she was done, she quietly walked over, leaning close as she rested her chin on his shoulder from behind.

"What are you studying?" she asked.

"Elemental resonance."

"Oh, wow. You’re already at that level," she said, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Have you mastered telekinesis yet?"

"Somewhat...?"

Lancel demonstrated it for her, subtly moving nearby objects in the room. Even during his brief recovery, he hadn’t allowed himself to stay idle. Whenever he had the chance, he practiced his telekinesis, and when he wasn’t doing that, he was studying.

Lancel’s telekinesis had become far more precise than before. He could now lift specific objects at will without needing to focus as much. At this point, it was safe to say that he had truly mastered it.

"How long have you been learning magic again?" Fiore asked.

"Three months. Telekinesis took me around three weeks, I guess... not counting the two weeks I lost while I was in a coma."

"...Seriously?"

His talent was absurd.

Telekinesis alone typically took three months just to learn, and nearly a year to fully master.

Of course, it was one of the fundamental skills witches were introduced to during childhood, but even then, what Lancel had achieved in such a short time was enough to leave Fiore genuinely surprised.

As she marveled at Lancel’s talent, Countess Gretelle’s voice suddenly echoed from below.

——Lancel. You have a visitor!

Lancel and Fiore exchanged a brief glance before setting everything aside and making their way down to the living room.

"Ah..."

Seated across from Countess Gretelle, calmly enjoying their tea as if they had all the time in the world, were the two familiar apprentice witches he hadn’t seen or heard from during the three weeks he had been staying at the mansion.

"Hello, Assistant Lancel."

"It seems you’ve been quite busy, Lancel."

It was Mei and Ishtar.

For some reason, the moment he saw them, an ominous feeling crept up his spine.