Witch Taming System-Chapter 29: Sex Education [1]

Mei la Blanc of the Blanc Family.

A predecessor to the Witch of Curses, who was a direct sibling to the Grand Witch, Cyrene, making Mei the Grand Witch’s niece.

Gifted a labyrinth by the preceding Witch of Curses, Mei had turned it into her own personal controlled environment where she could test, observe, and dismantle the world’s logic piece by piece as if it were a sandbox.

A place where failure had no consequence.

A place where life itself could be reduced to variables.

And her latest focus had been the biological process of birth.

It was a subject she approached with the same kind of curiosity she applied to everything else.

Creatures laid eggs. Others gave live birth. Some required a pair, while others functioned alone.

The variations intrigued her, yet none of them satisfied the question that plagued the core of her research.

Mammals gave birth without laying eggs, but they required a male.

That was the inconsistency.

Why was a second party necessary?

Why could the process not be completed independently?

That question had led her to the Mother Silkbane, a creature that had been found within the labyrinth itself, a convenient variable placed directly within her reach.

For weeks, Mei had conducted her experiments, pushing its limits without pause.

In the end, those experiments resulted in severe damage to the Mother Silkbane that could no longer be sufficiently restored through its natural regenerative abilities. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

However, her research had already provided an alternative.

According to prior studies, much like muscle tissue, the regeneration of a Mother Silkbane could be accelerated through the consumption of meat.

More specifically, the process became significantly faster when fed human flesh. That discovery alone had been enough for Mei to proceed.

As a result, she issued an extermination request through the adventurer guild, deliberately capping it at A-class.

If she was going to sustain the Mother Silkbane, then the quality of its feed mattered.

A-class adventurers were still human, yet they possessed enough vitality that even in smaller numbers, they could sustain the Silkbane far more effectively than most humans ever could.

If she went any higher, they might have been capable of killing it. Mei avoided that.

"What are human lives to you?!"

But when the question was posed, Mei found herself pausing.

Human lives?

It was not something she had ever placed value on. To her, they were neither precious nor irreplaceable.

Still, she had to admit one thing.

They were convenient.

"Free labor?"

"...."

But her answer left Lancel silent.

Mei tilted her head. She did not understand the reaction. Had she said something wrong?

Lancel could only sigh.

"Humans are... persistent," Mei corrected herself as if refining a flawed answer. "Yes, persistent."

"Persistent, huh?"

"Yes. While weak, humans continue to evolve and adapt despite being placed in disadvantageous positions. They lack natural weapons, lack overwhelming strength, and yet they compensate for it through intellect."

"...."

"They survive where they should not. Even when reduced to nothing, they find a way to rebuild. It is inefficient, but it is consistent."

"Never mind. I shouldn’t have expected much from witches. I’m in no position to judge you, anyway."

Mei did not respond to that.

"So, I assume we have a deal?" she asked. "You aren’t in any position to refuse. You understand that, right?"

"Alright," Lancel said after a pause. "But how exactly am I supposed to help you? Also... could I have my clothes back?"

"I’ve observed that the mating process between humans typically involves the absence of clothing," Mei said. "You may have them back once we’re finished."

"...."

Lancel blinked.

Finished? Finished with what? Lancel had an ominous feeling.

"Miss Mei... what exactly are you expecting me to do?"

Mei looked at him as if the answer should have been obvious from the start.

"Isn’t it clear, Assistant Lancel? We’re going to mate."

Lancel’s brows rose in surprise. "By ’mate,’ you mean—"

"In scientific terms, it is called reproduction. Sexual reproduction, to be precise. If you prefer simpler terms... sex?"

"Wait, wait!"

The chains rattled as Lancel struggled.

"Could you at least take these off?" he said, gesturing toward the restraints.

Mei shook her head.

"...."

The next moment, she leaned in closer until her face was inches away from his cock. Her expression did not change, as if she were simply observing a specimen rather than a person.

"Ugh, it smells," she said bluntly. "Is this normal for men?"

Lancel grimaced.

"I’ve been stuck in the labyrinth, sweating the whole time, with no chance to clean up. What exactly were you expecting?"

Then his eyes widened as realization caught up to him.

"Wait, hold on! What are you doing?!"

"I’m trying to understand this little thing. But... this is a bit embarrassing, to be honest."

Lancel blinked.

So she realized it now?

Despite her aloofness, there was a flush in her cheeks, as if she were forcing herself forward purely for the sake of her research.

"...You don’t have to do this," Lancel said.

"I know. But the truth is, Assistant... this has been an underlying issue within Riviere for this generation."

"What are you suddenly talking about?!"

"To put it simply, witches are facing a population problem."

"...."

Lancel fell silent.

"Not many are aware of it," Mei continued. "But if nothing changes, I fear what will happen in the future."

She leaned in again.

"So cooperate with me," she said. "I’m already restraining myself from investigating you further. A man capable of casting magic is not something I can ignore, yet I’m choosing to overlook it."

"...."

"It is only because I assume Archmistress Faust is already conducting her own research on you."

That assumption alone was enough for her.

In the past centuries, Faust had never taken in assistants. And yet Lancel was an exception that could not be explained through ordinary means.

To Mei, the conclusion was obvious. His existence was the reason.

And among witches, there was one rule that was rarely broken.

They did not interfere with each other’s research. So Mei chose not to pry.

"Ah, whatever."

Lancel closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow.

Without another word, Mei wrapped her fingers around his cock. Her hand was warm and surprisingly soft.

But that was it.

"Why isn’t it getting bigger?"