What

“W-where did that suddenly come from?”

Beatrice put her hands behind her back and grinned at me coquettishly. “What? I just spend all this time softening you up with my tragic backstory. This is the part where we have sweet loving sex together to make me feel better.”

What do I even respond to that?

“Oh, please, don’t try and play the stoic man”, the witch sneered. “Your eyes pretty much bulged when I bared my breasts earlier and by the way that is not the only thing that is bulging.”

Arghh!

I quickly turned myself away from her.

“I-I am not going to sleep with you”, I stated probably less firmly then I liked.

Beatrice cackled triumphantly. “Oh, really? If I remember correctly you don’t have a choice in the matter. The sex is part of the mental healing process. It’s not that I want to have sex with you, you know, but it is a sacrifice I have to make in the name of the greater good”

Wow. I can’t believe I actually felt bad for her.

Beatrice replied to my indignation with her usual cackle. “Feel free to resist to your hearts contend, Mr. Beta! At the end of this date you will be on all fours, begging me to have sex with you!”

From there on, the date was just devolving into a catastrophe. We spend the afternoon visiting various sightseeing location and tasting some more local food.

That certainly didn't sound too horrible if only Beatrice didn't constantly tried to flirt with me. Badly.

This includes but is not limited to:

Lewdly sucking an ice cream cone

Making loud comments about how impressive my dick was

Random moaning

Calling me names (Poopsie, Cutie Patootie, Pudding)

To put it bluntly, Beatrice didn’t just not have game, she didn’t even arrive at the playing field.

It’s not that I didn’t find Beatrice attractive. That would be a bold faced lie. But it was as if she tried to overcompensate for the rather unromantic vibe so far. She clearly was obsessed with this plan of hers.

I wasn't sure how much this was the safety orders kicking in or her own personality. Maybe her sharing something from her past just short circuited her brain or something.

Under normal circumstances, I would have shut her up the first time she referred to my dick as her “magic wand”. But I couldn’t do it. Not after what I learned today. Not after the voice whispered.

And so I restrained myself to only dropping the odd not to subtle hint to please, for the love of the goddess, cut it out, all which the ex-witch either ignored or viewed as a challenge to escalate even more.

I wish I never brought Femto up.

Finally, the date drew to a close and we returned back to the tower. But that only meant that Beatrice dragged me right into the bedroom. “Well then, shall we do the dirty deed right away? Oh, we probably should shower first, right? Or do you like it dirty? You naughty doggie.” She cackled.

Even I could only take so much. At this point, my patience has finally reached it’s limit. “Beatrice, listen. I will not have sex with you”, I said, this time firmly.

The witch replied to that with more cackling. “My, after all this you are still capable of resisting me, eh? I must praise you for making it this far. However, I am afraid your continuous defiance will all be for...”

“Look, it’s not gonna happen.”

Finally, her smug smile vanished. “No, you look. We all talked about that and we all came to the agreement that you deserve to fuck one of us.”

“Did you now? And I guess I don't get to have a say in this at all, huh?”

Beatrice stubbornly crossed her arms. “You did and you choose me, didn't you? You know what was going to happen and despite that you still went with me.”

Oh.

This is a matter of pride, isn’t it?

The only reason I choose Beatrice was to teach her a lesson. In hindsight that was kind of a shitty thing to do. If I decline her here she would feel like I rejected her as a person.

...

I can’t do that to her. Not after what she went through.

I mean, at the end of the day this is just sex. And obviously I’m going to pull out before anything can happen. Yeah. Maybe I’m making a way bigger deal out of it then it is. I think I can indulge her that much.

“Is it the sister stuff?”

...come again?

“It is, isn’t it?”, Beatrice sighed. “That’s why you are acting so weird this whole time. Honestly. Talk about a disadvantage.”

“No”, I quickly denied. “That is absolutely not…”

“Look I get it, you have a sister fetish. Gross. But whatever. I can deal with that. Want me to pretend I’m Ceri?”. The witch grinned. “I can do that, you know? Hey big bwo, wat awe we doing on da bwed?”

This braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!

I jabbed a finger and booped her on the nose. “Now, you listen here...!”

“Achoo!”

Beatrice sneezed.

Quite cutely at that.

“D-Don’t touch me there!”, she said somewhat flustered while rubbing her nose.

…

I booped her again.

“Achoo! Stop that!” Beatrice raised her hands to protect her nose.

…

I can work with that.

“Beatrice...put your hands on your hips.”

“Ugh…” Grinding her teeth, she did.

“Face me. Nose high in the air. You know, your usual position.”

Beatrice now looked the perfect depiction of a haughty young Lady. A very angry haughty young Lady in need of humbling.

Perfect.

“Mari...I am warning you.”

I let the tension sit in the air for a few more seconds. Like a conductor making a dramatic pause before swinging his baton.

Boop.

“Achoo! Grrr...are you quite done with this nonsense?”

That’s when I couldn’t hold it any longer and chuckled. “Ok, but really, what’s this all about? Is your nose like super sensitive or something?”

A faint blush crept up Beatrice’s face.. “S-so what if it is? That is besides the point. We where just about to have hot, steamy se...”

Boop

“Achoo!”

“This is way more interesting. Now hold still.” I put a finger on the bridge of her nose. No reaction. I slowly traced it down and sure enough the very moment it reached the tip...

“Achoo!”

I booped her twice in quick succession.

“Achoo! Achoo!”

Ok, that made absolutely no sense at all.

Beatrice looked both very angry and very embarrassed.

Good.

I patronizingly patted her head. “I have to admit it is nice to finally know a way to shut you up”, I grinned and pinched her nose for a change. This did not result in a sneeze. Neither did touching herself. Fascinating.

By this time the little ex-witch was clenching her teeth and stamped her feet in frustration. He he he, how pleasant! Alright. Alright. I shouldn't overdo it. She probably learned her lesson by now.

“Ugh, screw you! You stupid, naked ballerina dancer with a sister fetish!”

…

“Say, can you wiggle your nose? Preferably like a Kyan-Kyan.”

She did and I have to admit it looked cute. She had a bit of a button nose which really made the movement quite adorable.

I smirked.

“From now on I want you to wiggle your nose exactly like this after every sneeze.”

Beatrice groaned in frustration. “This is so stupid!”

Boop.

“Achoo!”

Wiggle Wiggle.

Nice, but upon closer observation it could use some more work. “You will also spend five...no let’s make it ten minutes every morning in front of a mirror perfecting the wiggle. That duration can and will be extended if your wiggle performance is not up to my standards. You may ask Maria for reference material.”

Beatrice was now well and thoroughly humiliated. Alright, I think this is mission accom…

“Seriously? You now have a thing for Kyan-Kyan’s too? How lame! But then again it probably shouldn’t surprise me from a country loser like you! Pervert!”

For someone that smart, she sure can be pretty dumb.

I held my outstretched finger in front of Beatrice.

“Boop my finger with your nose.”

“Youu.....achoo!”

Wiggle Wiggle

“Again.” I moved my finger up and down, forcing Beatrice to follow. Eventually, I stretched my finger high above her, leaving her no other choice but to jump up to it like a trained animal

“Good girl!”, I cooed, once again patting her head. “Now, what have you learned today?”

Beatrice glared at me. “That you have a sick nose fetish! That’s gross, even for you!”

I smiled. Time to set up the coup de grace.

“You will get a little more hornier every time you sneeze.

The ex-witch gasped in surprise. And did even more so once I booped her.

“Each sneeze will make you hornier and hornier”, I clarified further. “Sneeze enough and you will orgasm from it, which will reset your arousal back to normal. As for how many sneezes that will take? Who knows? Let your body surprise you.”

That was the face of someone truly in shock. Well, It was admittedly a pretty harsh punishment. I decided to throw her one last lifeline “Unless”, I offered. “You apologize right now.”

“Why would I apologize to a disgusting degenerate like you!”

So, you have chosen drowning.

“I like you to leave this bedroom and beg every girl in this tower to boop you. They only have to do it once, but if they take a liking to it you provide them with your nose for as long as they desire. And make sure to be very enthusiastic about it! Really sell it!”, I ordered Beatrice as she was **** to walk towards the door cursing and insulting me all the way.

“Beatrice wait.”

I called her back just as she was to leave.

“No more masturbation for...today.”

Listening to her final curses, I chuckled a bit and let myself fall onto the bed. Putting Beatrice in her place is better then any sex.

...

But it was a bit harsh.

Did I overdo it? Not really, right? I mean, I threw her plenty of life lines, she just decides to slap them all away.

Sheesh.

Beatrice wasn’t a moron. She must have realized that she just kept digging herself deeper in. And yet she kept egging me on. Talk about stubborn.

The voice whispered again.

Ceri was like that too.