Witch Taming System

Despite the smiles on their faces, Lancel couldn’t help but sense the murderous intent beneath their eyes. Strangely enough, it wasn’t coming from Ishtar, who was the most expressive, but from Mei.

That alone told him everything he needed to know. Mei, who was usually aloof and indifferent outside of sex, was smiling.

That was never a good sign.

"Lancel," Countess Gretelle began, setting down her teacup. "Miss Prelati and Miss la Blanc are here to see you. You truly have some interesting connections."

"Yes. Ahaha..."

Lancel let out a dry, awkward laugh, only for Fiore to nudge him lightly on the shoulder.

"Friends of yours?" she asked, tilting her head.

"...Something like that."

"Something like that?" Fiore narrowed her eyes slightly. "And they both just happen to be women?"

"Since when is anyone in Rivere not a woman?"

There were men, of course. But true citizens of Riviere were witches.

"...Fair enough."

Lancel took a seat on the third couch, positioned between Countess Gretelle and the two apprentice witches, while Fiore settled beside Countess Gretelle.

Mei’s gaze shifted between Lancel and Fiore for a brief moment before settling on him.

"Color me surprised," Mei said. "I was walking around town about a week ago when rumors of a male witch started spreading. You’ve become quite popular, Assistant Lancel."

"Really?"

"Mhm. News of you killing Heidi Ermengarde is spreading quickly. What’s more surprising is how fast people figured out you’re working under Miss Faust as her assistant..."

Just recently, Mei herself had been approached again and bombarded with questions about whether Lancel would be attending their lecture or not. Unfortunately for them, he hadn’t shown up for nearly three weeks.

"So," Mei continued, tilting her head slightly, "when exactly do you plan on coming back, Assistant Lancel?"

"I should be fully recovered in a couple of days."

In truth, Lancel had already recovered. His body had long since regained its strength, but admitting that now would only paint him in a bad light in Countess Gretelle’s eyes.

It would make it seem as though he had been taking advantage of her hospitality, staying because it was comfortable.

While he knew she likely wouldn’t have minded, there were still limits to how much he could impose on someone’s goodwill.

And most importantly, there was still the lingering guilt over what he had been doing with her daughter, Fiore, for the past few days.

"I see."

At that moment, Ishtar spoke up as well.

"Lancel. My master wishes to meet you."

"...Huh?"

Apparently, Ishtar’s master, Duchess Prelati, held a long-standing grudge against Heidi Ermengarde. Two hundred years ago, Heidi had murdered her secretary, and ever since then, the resentment had never faded.

Countess Gretelle spoke up. "Speaking of Duchess Prelati, how has she been these days? The last I heard from her was over a hundred years ago. Is she still secluded in her garden?"

Ishtar turned her gaze toward Countess Gretelle before answering.

"...Yes. Master only comes out once a year, just to check on my growth. Aside from that... she rarely receives visitors."

There was a brief pause before her eyes moved slightly toward Lancel.

"That’s why... it’s surprising that she’s extending an invitation to Lancel."

Lancel simply blinked.

Most likely, it was because he had been identified as a male witch. That alone would be enough to draw the attention of someone like her. Still, he made a mental note of it.

"Then... could you arrange a meeting in a week?"

"...Alright."

More importantly, Lancel saw this as an opportunity.

According to Riviere’s laws, only someone of a Duchess’s standing could revoke his status as a "research asset."

His earlier assumptions had been correct. Once word spread that he was a male witch, it was inevitable that someone of that level would take notice.

Back then, however, he had no way to protect himself against witches.

Now, however, he was confident he could hold his own.

As they continued to converse back and forth, Countess Gretelle suddenly stood up as she looked at the time.

As their conversation continued, Countess Gretelle suddenly rose from her seat, glancing briefly at the time.

"I must attend to some dignitaries," she said. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. And Fiore, see to our guests properly."

"Understood, Master."

Countess Gretelle gave a small nod before turning and leaving the mansion.

For a brief moment, silence settled over the room.

Mei and Ishtar exchanged a glance.

Then their eyes moved in unison. First to Fiore, then to Lancel, then back to each other again, as if silently confirming something.

Finally, they both looked at Lancel.

"...They definitely did it," Ishtar said.

"I’ve suspected it this whole time," Mei added. "No wonder you don’t want to leave. That’s quite selfish of you, Assistant Lancel."

"Huh?"

Lancel’s eyes widened instantly. Meanwhile, Fiore blinked in confusion, her gaze shifting between them before the implications slowly sank in.

The moment it did, her face flushed red.

"E-Eh?! L-Lancel? W-What are they—"

"...."

Lancel froze. He couldn’t even begin to think of a way to defuse the situation.

* * *

"The feeling of that large, hot thing filling you up from the inside... it’s just unmatched."

"Yeah... and the way it twitches inside you—God, I love that feeling!"

"Right, right?!" Ishtar chimed in, clearly enjoying herself. "And when your orgasm lines up with his, your eyes just roll back from it—"

"...."

For some reason, the situation had taken an even stranger turn.

The three girls were now openly talking about their sexual experiences with him, as if there was nothing unusual about the conversation at all. Lancel could only remain quiet in embarrassment as they kept talking about his little brother.

At that moment, however, the air turned cold. Lancel lifted his head. The three girls were now looking at him with cold gazes.

"So," Fiore spoke up, "Lancel’s been playing around with two other beautiful women this whole time, huh? I should’ve known something was off."

"Even though he already has both Mei and me," Ishtar added, crossing her legs, "he still can’t keep his hands to himself."

"You’re kind of trashy, Assistant Lancel."

Wasn’t this unfair?