Chapter 66—Transactions

Serlin Lebriam was a genius and the undisputed master of all magic.

A prodigy born once every 1,000 years, these titles had followed her since youth. Her life was a series of triumphs—everything she desired, she achieved, with nothing standing in her way.

Her brilliance propelled her to the forefront of magical research, making her a pioneer who blazed new trails for 200 years.

The path she forged soon became the foundation for future generations, her words regarded as sacred teachings for all witches to follow.

And so, 400 years passed.

There was nothing left to accomplish.

Nothing felt new, and nothing brought her joy.

She was tired of magic now.

At some point, her exceptional understanding and intellect hit a wall, and she could not progress any further. Talents and geniuses surpassed her, and she was no longer the best. It was time for her to step aside.

Only then did the dreadful fever that had struck all her witches finally reach her as well—heart disease.

There was no new stimulation.

In her search for new challenges, she continued her development and research. Having already stepped back from the front lines, she began to explore what she truly desired.

What emerged from her efforts was body modification magic.

However, instead of being revered, her magic was deemed disgusting and grotesque. No one wanted to associate with her. The vulgarity and grotesqueness of creating a pussy in an armpit and then burying it there was too much for anyone to tolerate. She had no desire to be labeled a pervert, chasing the end of a twisted path.

Until today.

The man in front of her satisfied her with something beyond perfection.

No matter how much she thought about it, nothing came to mind except perfection. She was consumed by an unusual desire.

Aina, Ray Rupaltion, and Serlin were in completely different situations. They, too, were bored, but unlike Serlin, their sexual tastes were not as extreme. They were individuals who had played according to their own preferences, though not entirely satisfied.

But it wasn't the same for Serlin.

She was someone who had been ostracized for a long time because her sexual taste was so low.

But suddenly a man named Author Crown satisfied her desires by playing a game that suited her taste, and then she fell like a sweet rain during a drought.

Her possessive desire to have him overwhelmed her, nearly exploding. She had just witnessed the man she had been waiting for hundreds of years finally appear before her eyes. How could she possibly contain herself?

"You're skilled in magic... Your play is flawless... Who are you really? Was this something intentionally created by another witch? I'm curious about you, Author Crown. I want to read your memories."

Author Crown smiled at her words, but his heart was far from calm.

He would die if he allowed her to read his memories.

 "Is there really a need for that, Serlin? I don't think you need to know who I am. What matters is whether I satisfied you or not. Isn't that the only thing that matters?"

"That's true... but I'm still curious about you. I want to know more. You... Yes. To be honest, I want you. I want to know everything about you. You're so perfect."

"Does this mean you're satisfied?"

"Of course."

After speaking those words, Serlin immediately regretted it. If she admitted to being satisfied, it was clear he would make demands.

"Then that's a relief. It seems our little bet ended in my favor. Serlin, as promised, please make the reagent I requested."

Serlin couldn't help but feel pouty.

'Why did I just admit it?'

The feeling of having somehow lost made her uneasy.

But it was too late now. What could she do? A promise was a promise.

A witch's promise held great weight. She had to fulfill his request for the reagent.

"Fine. I'll admit you won. Your play was perfect. Now, what reagent do you want? Tell me."

Author Crown hesitated for a moment, then carefully said what he wanted.

"Can you make a medicine that can change obsession into obedience?"

"Obsessed with obedience?"

"Yes. So, I hope that a witch can be in a state where she can feel happiness and pleasure just by receiving orders from me and being under me as my exclusive masochist slave, without me having to do anything else. Can you naturally change the strong feelings of obsession into obedience?"

Serlin's expression shifted as she processed his words. There was something unsettling about him.

"Turn obsession into obedience..."

What human men typically asked for was how to make women fall deeper in love with them, or they would demand that a specific woman love only them, or feel intense passion when she saw them.

However, this was the first time she had ever heard such a request.

"Turn obsession into obedience..."

What could this possibly be for?

"Well... it's possible. But to change such intense feelings, I need to understand the situation more clearly. Isn't obsession bothersome? Wouldn't it be much easier to just create a potion to remove it? Why insist on making them obey? Is there another reason?"

"Yes. There is. The ones I need to make obey are the witches."

"What?"

Serlin's expression twisted further. Subjugating a witch? Wait... does that mean there's already a witch obsessed with this man? What witch could possibly want him?

At that one word, a sudden, sharp twist occurred deep within Serlin's heart.

'He is mine. Is there another witch trying to claim him?'

There was a witch who wanted to steal this precious man who has practically been the only one who has satisfied her sexual preferences for hundreds of years.

Something was about to burst out from her heart.

When Serlin's expression changed unusually, Author Crown hurriedly continued his speech.

"Only by changing obsession to obedience can I truly play SM properly. Much more than anything a witch has ever experienced. If I do that, then a witch can feel an overwhelming pleasure."

"What do you mean?"

"Think carefully. If there are witches obsessed with me, I'd secretly be afraid of them. Isn't that right? I'd be thinking, 'What if they don't like the game? What if I entertain other witches?' Then, no matter how well I've done so far, everything could come crashing down in an instant. That's pretty common, isn't it?"

 "Well… I can't say there isn't one."

"That's why I need obedience. I need some magical confirmation that they can never harm me. If only that could happen… Then I could go there and show my sadistic nature without any pressure."

"What you just showed me wasn't a true sadist?"

"Yes.. I have anxiety in a corner of my heart, so how can I show my true sadistic nature? Think about it. Serlin. What would I be able to do if witches could never harm me? I wonder what kind of play I can play against a harmless bitches who can never harm me no matter what they do. Aren't you curious?"

Serlin swallows her saliva when she hears those words.

When he sensed that she was becoming agitated, Author Crown continued to speak with increasing force.

"For the ultimate SM to be truly proper, I must have that potion... but that can only happen if all witches obey me. Think about it. What kind of play would that be?"

"But..."

Serlin hesitated. Author Crown immediately understood the reason for her pause.

"Of course, you can't have me all to yourself. But first, think about why you want to monopolize me. Isn't it because you want to enjoy the pleasures I provide all to yourself? Isn't that right?"

Serlin could not answer because I was right.

"Look at that, Serlin. If possession is your goal, you could imprison me right now and make me yours. But if you do that, I'll be afraid of you, and I won't be able to play properly for the rest of my life. Eventually, you'll grow tired of it… Then it's a loss for both of us, isn't it?"

"Ugh…"

"But, put aside your possessiveness and obsession for a moment and look a little further. Even though you may not be able to completely own me, think about the kind of sadism a true sadist would wield with unbridled control. Think about it. Would you choose an ending that's certain to lead to catastrophe? Or will you choose the path of true pleasure?"

Author Crown's words hung in the air. The decision was now hers. She didn't show it, but he was right. What choice would Serlin make here?

Serlin stared at Author Crown in silence.

She was torn between her possessiveness and the greater pleasure of real, proper satisfaction. Chewing her tongue, she thought and thought.

She wanted to own Author Crown.

Just for herself. Like her own possessions, she wanted to always be by his side and satisfy her.

But...

But...

There can be greater pleasure? Real, proper sadism?

Well… it's natural to be afraid of witches. Even I can't reveal my true nature… I can't refuse it. Am I supposed to create a being with my own will that can only obey?

Serlin shivered.

'Wouldn't that be the true end of SM?'

'A true master who must be obeyed and cannot be rejected.'

'What pleasure will he give me?'

She was so excited that it sent shivers down her spine.

In the end, she made her choice.

Suddenly, several magic reagents appeared in the palm of her hand, and they began to mix and combine according to a set order.

The combination was completed in an instant, and in Serlin's hand appeared a small vial. It contained a dark, black liquid that seemed to devour even the soul.

"Author Crown. I've created the potion you wanted, one that can transform obsession into obedience. Any witch who drinks this will have as much obedience as they once had obsession with you. They will never be able to reject you."

He smiled and, with his hand outstretched, walked toward her.

"Thank you so much, Serlin…"

"But!"

She pulled back the vial, and his smile immediately vanished.

"There is one condition."

"…What more do you want, Serlin?"

Serlin pursed her lips, appearing to hesitate. She seemed to be debating something.

But soon, she decided to be honest about her own desires.

It had been an incredibly boring few hundred years anyway. There was no harm in adding a new source of entertainment.

She wanted to see it now.

What was the end of SM that Author Crown promised?

"I should be the first witch to submit. Show me the ultimate SM. Make me submit."