‘Father, that’s too much! Even if I was wrong, to leave so coldly like that!’

Cherry glared fiercely at the closed door. But no matter how much she stared at the already firmly shut door, it was useless. Ufkhan standing before her was much closer than the distant door.

“Ah, haha…”

She tried to escape the situation with an awkward laugh, but it was no use. Ufkhan led her back to the bed. 

Thud. Cherry, who ended up sitting on the edge of the bed again in bewilderment, found herself trapped by Ufkhan and receiving a stern reprimand.

“Not only did you entangle with this bastard in front of me, but what? Something about ten people?”

“Well, I just remembered it now.”

Cherry’s voice grew smaller and smaller. She remembered the promise, but she couldn’t very well say to his face, ‘I was sincere then, but not now!’ 

So how could she smooth over this situation? 

Cherry, who had been racking her brain, pointed at both of them simultaneously.

“But what’s your relationship? And why did I have to call him back then?”

Clearly something she didn’t know connected the two. At Cherry’s words, the two looked at each other. Naturally Ufkhan was the first to grimace, but Ludwig’s expression wasn’t much better either.

“Hmm, should I say we’re enemies born from a prank?”

Ludwig sighed like he was pondering. After briefly making eye contact with Ufkhan, he received silent permission.

“This will be a rather long story.”

Ufkhan Laxium.

This told of the past when the Laxium family’s fortunes had declined.

In the past, the Laxium family was falsely accused of treason. Ufkhan was entrusted to Count Vallinoa, with whom they had connections, until the matter was resolved, but the situation repeatedly flowed in unfavorable directions.

Additionally, Cherry’s awakening negatively affected the situation. The Count, thinking Cherry’s awakening as a witch was because of Ufkhan, erased Cherry’s memory and disguised it as a kidnapping.

The Count made Ufkhan leave the Count’s household on his own. Ufkhan, mistakenly believing Cherry had truly lost her memory from the shock of the kidnapping, trusted only the Count’s words and left the mansion.

But the misunderstanding still wasn’t resolved.

At that time, Ludwig was the heir to a count’s family. Count Raymond had a close relationship with the royal family. So he also knew the reason the royal family imprisoned Ufkhan’s parents was to make them political scapegoats.

Though they hadn’t committed a crime, Ufkhan’s parents and Ufkhan, who had left the mansion, were captured and brought to kneel before the king. The king discussed this matter with the previous Count Raymond and discussed the disposition of the hidden child.

The king, out of compassion, tried to release them who were merely political scapegoats, but young Ludwig, who was present in the audience chamber, made a suggestion. Send the child to war, and if he returned victorious, release them.

The king, who had momentarily felt compassion, moved toward the more profitable option and sent young Ufkhan to the battlefield.

In the end, Ufkhan’s departure for the battlefield was because of Ludwig’s prank.

The atmosphere grew heavy. Like responding to this, Ludwig made a sad expression.

“Thanks to that, how much it pained me when precious jewels sank beneath the sea.”

“Be grateful I didn’t sink you into the sea.”

What he did as soon as the war ended was sink the Raymond family’s trading vessel.

‘So Ufkhan was the culprit.’

The Count was impressive too. To know the culprit and just let it be.

Ufkhan obtained an opportunity to restore his family’s honor in the war he was forcibly sent to and pledge loyalty to the king again.

The two, who were like oil and water that could never mix, were now bound by the position of servants. 

Servants who shared one master were bound by their covenant with their master and couldn’t harm each other. Because of this, Ufkhan’s murderous intent toward Ludwig was also forcibly suppressed.

So all authority lay with their master, the witch Cherry. The temporary servants who exchanged glances reached a conclusion.

“Right. Let’s compete honestly.”

“Shouldn’t everything be fair?”

What are they talking about now?

Cherry’s body, which had been sitting alone blankly, fell onto the bed at the hands that reached out simultaneously.

“Kyaa!”

With a small scream, she saw the gray ceiling with the lights on. And the faces of two men too. At that moment, her clothes were pulled and white skin was exposed. 

Even her underwear was taken before she could understand the sudden situation. Her n*pples stood *rect, exposed to the outside air.

“Mmm…?”

Cherry, who became n*ked in an instant, crossed both arms over her chest and looked up at them with utterly pitiful eyes. Like she was anticipating the situation to come. 

Ha. Ufkhan roughly swept up his bangs, exasperated by Cherry’s reaction.

“Right. Let’s do this.”

Grabbing Cherry’s chin, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips. Mmm. With a faint m*an, Cherry, who already knew the sweet taste, flushed her cheeks with anticipation. 

As soon as their lips parted, this time Ludwig’s face drew near.

“Stick out your tongue.”

“Mmph…!”

As soon as she stuck her tongue out, it was swallowed. The sensation of her tongue tip being pulled and sucked to the root was rather ecstatic. 

Their saliva clung together on their entangled tongues. Cherry looked at Ludwig through her hazy vision.

‘Is it because he’s a servant?’

Her heart pounded strangely from just one kiss. The contract between witch and servant was mutual subordination. The witch couldn’t help but love the servant who devoted body and heart. 

Perhaps instinct was most important to a witch? 

She didn’t know much about witches herself, but she felt the sensations she could feel as a witch very well.

The act of a witch and servant mingling bodies was an act of filling each other’s souls. When Cherry kissed Ludwig thirstily, his hand grasped Cherry’s br*ast. But the hand descending along her navel belonged to Ufkhan.

“Ah, hng…!”

The finger caressing the wet inside, parting the soft thicket, was hot. As it immediately dug into her opening, the curved inner walls bit the finger like welcoming Ufkhan.

“No need to loosen you up. When did you become so loose?”

“I’m not loose… mmm…!”

She’d only met two people, so what was loose about that? 

To be called loose, she’d have to be like the heroine in the book! But Cherry’s protest only circled inside her mouth, and she could only pant at the member pushing inside.

Her neck arched back at the sensation of being tightly filled inside. A deep fulfillment she’d never felt anywhere surged up. But satisfaction was brief—what belatedly overwhelmed Cherry was a thirst that came from who knows where.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted to touch more. Perhaps this thirst arose because the perfect servant’s imprint wasn’t complete. Realizing the cause of the thirst herself was also a witch’s instinct.

‘I want to make them mine.’

She wanted to make these two people perfectly hers. A witch’s will is conveyed to her servants. 

Her body flipped over with the member still inserted. While her legs spread wide, Ludwig had moved down and positioned himself.

Another member was tapping above the already tight entrance. An ominous sensation suddenly swept down Cherry’s spine.

“Wh-what are you doing…!”

“What do you mean? We’re competing fairly.”

Cherry’s pupils shook at that gentle answer.

They’re putting both in at the same time?

Until just before, she’d thought it was manageable. She’d even enjoyed it fully. Until the two men positioned themselves below her together.

“W-wait! This didn’t even appear in the book!”

“You can do it. This worked out well. This was content that was going into Volume 3.”

At the gentle answer, Cherry, aghast, flailed her legs. Ufkhan caught the flying legs and spread them to the sides. 

The thick head was trying to enter, pushing past what was already embedded. She thought it was close to impossible. 

But her body, recognizing them as her servants, was spreading inside to the limit to receive him.

“Ahng…!”

As the entrance opened, Ludwig’s member touched Ufkhan’s intimately. Unlike expected, there was no pain. Just fullness. Her breath, which had stopped briefly, burst out and she panted. 

Along with the thought that this was impossible, the fulfillment of having both men at once was making Cherry happy.

Ufkhan, embracing her from behind, sank his teeth into her slender nape. The red mark was a brand of possession. He whispered to the moaning Cherry.

“Now, who will you choose?”

To ask such a question while feeling the sensation of her belly filling tightly. It was too much. While complaining it was unfair, she could only burst into tears instead of resisting at the members thrusting inside. 

Tears full of resentment even while feeling pleasure were sincerely spilled outside her mouth.

“Ah, what do I do when I like both!”

The complete fulfillment she tasted for the first time gave her not pain but deep possessiveness. Cherry’s cry soon became a command.

“…D*mn.”

Ufkhan groaned. Ludwig felt it too. The marks engraved on their skin shone brightly and completely settled into their flesh. Cherry hadn’t chosen one—she’d taken both of them as servants.

The act that had paused briefly began again. As the different members moved, the squelching fl*id became lubricant. Satisfied with the overwhelming burden that was hard to handle, her breathing grew rough. Cherry sniffled and tightly embraced Ludwig’s body.

Servants who protect a witch obtain love from the witch. That was their reason for existence. So it had to be them who ended this act. Ludwig, who instinctively realized this, whispered a sweet proposal to Cherry.

“Then how about this? Promise you won’t take in any servants besides us.”

At those words, Cherry’s eyes flashed open. But before she could regain her senses, her eyes blurred again at the movement pounding below.

“Additionally, that you won’t use magic on other men.”

Ufkhan added one more clause. A command not to take in servants besides themselves, and also not to carelessly use magic on other men. Only by satisfying all conditions could she escape the swamp of pleasure.

“I will. That’s fine…!”

Magic dwells in a witch’s words. Cherry bound herself and obtained the two men. Her tear-soaked voice changed back to m*ans. 

The moment her sobbing burst out, the two members that gained strength also discharged thick fl*id in turn. The member that entered later withdrew first with slow movement.

“Haa…”

Sticky fl*id endlessly flowed down between her legs. Ufkhan embraced her limp body. Whew. Ludwig, who exhaled, looked at Cherry with her eyes squeezed shut and said, immersed in satisfaction.

“I’ll concede marriage. But one child is mine.”

His gaze, which kissed Cherry’s forehead, turned to Ufkhan. This was an apology for his past prank. Of course it wasn’t proper compensation, and Ufkhan was at more of a loss. Though not satisfactory, for now he had to be satisfied with obtaining priority over Cherry.

The two servants had to share one witch. But to the witch, both were hers.

The sensation of being perfectly hers.

Seeing her truly own servants, an indescribable fulfillment was filling her insides.

Cherry muttered inwardly even as her consciousness grew hazy.

‘Isn’t this love too?’

If there were a hundred people, there were also a hundred forms of love. The heroine in the book also obtained several people and had free love instead of filling her empty heart with one companion.

Like that, the method of obtaining fulfillment differs for each person. If that person was a witch, it would be even more special.

With her consciousness fading, Cherry closed her eyes while tightly embracing her two servants. A complete happiness that couldn’t be exchanged for anything filled her arms.