Battler pays Eva to go too far. (Pink Trigger's Power >3499, Stacks -1)

Eva, no! I actually shouted it as I saw Battler reach for the final stacks of cash and, gulping with a dry throat, begin to break it apart to stuff more bills in the sides of Eva's thong. She didn't seem to hear me. Instead, now fully invested in her act, she grabbed the young man's hands and hooked his fingers into the sides of her shorts. For his part, Battler wasn't paying any attention to me, either, enthusiastically working the shorts down his aunt's broad hips and revealing the racy strip of clothing she had left protecting her modesty.

I slapped my hand to my face, trying to decide what was an easy, relatively painless way to die and try again.

The unfaithful mother turned to sit facing the same direction as Battler in his lap. She had wrapped one arm up and around the younger man's head, as he began to explore her shoulder with his lips, just as she seemed to want. She tickled his ear with her held fan casually, then started as her objective came back to her. "Oh, B-Battler! I thought of something that would really put me in the mood."

"This... isn't you in the mood...?" Battler muttered, taking his mouth from her skin for just a moment, then moving to kiss along the side of her face, instead.

"Mm..." Eva drew her face away for a moment and turned her head to face him, letting out a small gasp as she felt his hand wrap around her side and up, groping at one of her breasts. "Do you think... you could call me Beatrice? You know, the witch who supposedly granted your... grandfather... his gold? I know that's an odd request, but... it would just be so very kinky... I definitely think that would turn me up a notch, hmhm...!"

I waved a hand at Eva, begging her to stop. It was too painful. Didn't she realize she had already lost? This is a losing condition for this game! If you get to the third round, Battler's spent all of his money... If he's spent all of his money, he can't pay the witch! For practical purposes, if you want to think of this in the humans versus witches terms, this is the human's win: she's proven that magic isn't necessary, that his stupidly seductive aunt is enough to make him spend a fortune for a night of erotic entertainment with her.

With no understanding of those goals or conditions at all, Battler simply nodded, grinning and seeming like he could get into it, too. "Yeah, sure... Beatrice. Aren't you a naughty witch, cheating on my granddad with his own grandkid just because I paid you?" I saw him stuffing one of his large hands down the front of Eva's bra, and saw her wince with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she quickly began fiddling with the latch in the back to release the garment and make more room for his fondling.

Uuugh... It's all over... I guess I should just...

Peek through my fingers. No harm in seeing the last bit, right?

Yep, Battler was calling his aunt "Beatrice," just as she'd requested. Far from a human submitting to a witch, though, this just looked like an incredibly inappropriate scene of lust between a pair of lovers of wildly mismatched ages, Eva's tongue hanging from her ecstatic mouth as she ground her thong-clad ass against his growing erection through his pants. She craned her head around and kissed him squarely on the lips. They spent some time trading spit in a disturbingly passionate fashion. Eva had the experience and initiative to attack, and Battler had the youthful energy and sex drive to keep up. Whenever she got too aggressive and pressed in on him, as though threatening to stick her tongue down his throat, he'd always pull back just enough and reset them to a comfortable position, giving them just enough time to look into each others' familiar eyes before deciding "hell, why not" and going in for another round.

Sure, money and mood were something, but when I looked at them this way, it was hard to imagine they hadn't been secretly lusting for each other for years. Then again, I couldn't argue she had the kind of seductive appeal that made a hot-blooded man think about it as soon as they met her. Perhaps distance from each other was enough to make their hearts grow fonder, so to speak...

As Battler went back to nibbling at the nape of her neck, Eva turned back and finally remembered I was here. I must have looked a little judgmental; frankly, I was also pretty bitter that I had somehow written Battler into this mess when I wanted to be in his position, more than anything. In any case, she wore a big, blissful grin, the look of a woman confident in her victory and with nothing but time to enjoy the spoils. "What do you think, Player? I've earned this, haven't I? A night of passion with a young man with eyes for me, and even more... The entire family's fortune, finally mine! Now, I've gotten what I deserve: true wealth! True happiness! Everyone will bow before me, the true-"

"Beatrice."

In another world, the blonde witch spoke smugly with an almost inhuman grin, grinding her heel against the head of the useless, fake EVA, who'd failed to even appear.

"I'm telling you to call me Beeeaaaatriiiceee, loooseeer!! Some people play to win, while others play to have fun! I guess we know which witch is which now, don't we, little giiirl? I hope Eva has a very enjoyable TIME-" she emphasized her words in a growl by pressing her heel down to drive the young, defeated witch's face into the floor- "as an old HAG giving an amateur <ASS-JOB>-" she said the words in English and drove her foot down twice, once for each syllable- "to her DUMBASS, PERVERT NEPHEW!! I guess I shouldn't judge though, should I? After all, your piece got carried away in something really disgusting, depraved, and vile... but it's nooothing compared to what I've got planned for those two lovebirds! Get it? Tell me you do! Say it, and maybe I'll give you some bit part in the story I'll be picking up! Maybe I'll even let that hopeless Battler fuck you too, just like that aunt of his! Sound exciting? <Getting wet?!>"

I had almost tiptoed into the darkness...

...Before I saw the witch's eyes gleaming at me from the darkness, her form materializing quickly in a cloud of butterflies. She'd vanished instantly to appear before me. All of the cruel triumph and even anger from before was replaced with a look of total disgust. "And you, Player. Your story was not as amusing as I expected. I thought up a good ending, though... Kyahaaa... Aaaaahahahaaa!!!"

As goats rose up around me one after another, laying their thick, gloved hands all over my body as the preposterous dance music I'd selected played in the background, I regretted my actions. I... definitely chose the wrong witch...!!