Battler recognizes the witch, but not the girl. (Pink Trigger's Power >3499)

Battler reached out to touch the side of Beatrice's face gently. I saw her eyes light up and her breath catch in her throat as the young man spoke seriously. "Yeah, I get it. I get it now. You... You crazy bitch!" With no warning, Battler grabbed her arm and whirled out from beneath her, chicken-winging the young lady's thin arm behind her back. "What the heck is your game, Witch?"

"Agh... G-game? What do you think my game is, Battler...? Kyehe- Gah!" Beatrice had begun another confident laugh, but the more powerful man now sitting on her bare back pulled her arm tighter to cut it off.

"I knew this whole thing was way too shady. You're gonna threaten me? How the hell do you know about my little sister? No, never mind that, tell me how you're planning to kill them all!"

"Oh...? Did I not... make that obvious, human...? I'll use my magic, naturally! I didn't practice a thousand years to give you a lap-dance, moron! Before you can run, I'll- Kh! Agh! Gaah, heh, hah! Aaahahaha!! As always, the human's brain shuts down and resorts to ****. So... you believe me to be dangerous, Battler? Even though I'm a frail woman you can pin to the bed with that dumb strength of yours? Even though I wear nothing but underwear and a smile? Armed with nothing but malice? That sure sounds like you believe in my magic, Battleeer! Call me a witch, you neanderthal bastard!"

"Yeah, sure! When I consider it all together, the crazy illusion you showed me earlier and everything else, what else could you be but a witch? But even a witch has bones, right?! Now tell me what you're planning, or I'll break it!"

Beatrice began laughing, eerily. She didn't show him her face this time, and her muffled voice came from the bedspread she'd buried it in.

"You... You think I'm joking?!" To his credit, Battler wasn't blinded by gold or lust. That said, I could hardly praise **** towards a woman, even if he was trying to defend his family and fight for his life. He wrenched the arm he held backwards...

Instead of a scream of pain, there was a peel of laughter. The woman below him exploded into golden butterflies. Battler's face froze with his teeth clenched in anger... a new expression of terror, as he whirled his head to the window.

There was no trick that could allow the witch to jump from being pinned by an aggressor to standing by a window on another wall of the room in the blink of an eye. She still wore her underwear, but her ornament had once again appeared in her hair, and a pipe Battler had never seen was now held aloft in her right hand. Flashes of lightning lit her silhouette from behind, framing her like the villain of a horror movie. Most importantly, the smile she wore...

That wasn't the grin of a human. Were there that many teeth in a human's head? Did a human's eyes open that wide? "I am the Golden Witch, Beatrice!! Now that I have restored my qualifications to face my true opponent, I have no need to face a lowly replica of his piece! Begone, Ushiromiya Battler!"

The room filled with light.

I opened my eyes to find myself back in the witch's smoking room. I didn't hear the laughter of witches, however... The room didn't quite seem the same, either. The edges seemed dark... And the only furniture I could find was this fantastically lumpy purple bed I was lying on. It was so uncomfortable, I felt I needed to get up immediately...

However, as I got a hold of my senses, I changed my mind quickly. There was Beatrice, as half-naked as she'd been in the story, lying prone beside me. "Good morning, sleepy-head." The witch spoke in a whisper, regarding me with a bemused smile. "Did you have a wonderful dream?"

I shook my head. I don't remember any good dream, but... We won the game, right? I managed to write an ending where Beatrice regained her powers and became the Endless Witch. This strange situation... Was this my reward for that?

"Yes, that's right. I believe restoring my thousand years of knowledge is worth a reward. So, to you, H. I. Player, I offer a single night of passion... Or would you rather have ten tons of gold?"

No, not at all! With excitement, I reached for my tie, before realizing Beatrice had actually handled that for me earlier. In fact, I was butt-naked. In this situation, with such a damn lumpy bed, I had no idea how I went to sleep in the first place... But that didn't matter, of course. I had no plans to waste this reward sleeping, naturally...!

"Ho! You're appropriately excited, Player...!" Beatrice looked at my rising erection with amusement, then traced it with her dainty fingers and looked into my face. "I think you can stand to get it up a little more for a witch, though!" Winking, the witch began sliding her firm grip up and down my quickly-throbbing cock. This felt unreal... truly fantasy... I began to gasp, knowing I wouldn't last long.

"Now, I'll show you that my true strength lies in my head. I'm not talking about my wits, either, but maybe my sharp tongue...~" Mercilessly, the Golden Witch moved a curly strand of hair from her face and moved her head just above the head of my member. She extended her tongue... She was driving me mad, drawing back at the very last second to banter a bit more. "Just be a bit quiet, would you? I don't want to wake her up." Looking into my eyes, Beatrice stretched her lips lewdly around my head, pulling her head back and giving me a face that looked inhuman in another way. I could hardly think.

I could hardly think, but... Wake her up? Who?

Beatrice cast her eyes vulgar eyes downward, below me towards the sheet below us, purple with darker ribbons like a lolita dress...

I heard her laugh ring around me, in defiance of the fact that her foul mouth should be full of me...

That bed below me was not a bed but a person. And not a person but a

"Congratulations."

I didn't want to open my eyes. I remembered what happened the last time I opened them and saw a witch. I don't want to read or write about this witch anymore!

"Child of Man, do not behave as an actual child. Still, I suppose I cannot expect you to celebrate... After all, you won the game you devised, yet suffered a fate too miserable for you to even put to paper. Your failure was in not crafting your rules more carefully. I suppose you couldn't, as a human with such a short lifetime of wisdom and experience to draw upon... That is why these things are best left to witches. A great deal of foresight is necessary to craft a game. However... You failed to apply even the barest minimum, didn't you? How did you think a powerful witch would react when you restored to her the very power you took from her? Did you expect her to thank you? Did you perhaps expect a little more than a thank you? Hm hm hm...!"

Well, I don't expect anything anymore, and you shouldn't either. After all those choices and all that building up my power, I ended up here?! I'm never writing for you or anyone else ever again!

"Oh, I imagine you will. Recall, Child of Man, that this is no different than the experience you have always been promised. You spin a tale. You find what joy you can. You die your ****, and try again. And now, the time has come for you to try again, oh Child... But do try to make it a little more erotic and a bit less violent next time, would you?

Good morning, sleepy-head..."