As the headmistress of the only magic academy for female sorceresses in the north, Margarita surprisingly carried very little of the imposing deanor one might expect from soone of her stature, being unexpectedly approachable.
Seeing Kieriman's visit, she warmly welcod the witcher into her residence, swaying with enticing steps as she offered exquisite pastries and delicious juice, inquiring about the purpose of his visit.
Kieriman's gaze unconsciously wandered over the two stunningly beautiful and voluptuous sorceresses for a few seconds before he finally spoke: "Lady Margarita."
"During my last monster hunt, I obtained nineteen wyvern eggs that I wish to sell, though I haven't found a suitable buyer yet."
"Miss Triss suggested I consult you about your interest, which is why I've co to visit so presumptuously."
The transaction proceeded quite smoothly. Margarita agreed readily, as if discussing so trivial matter.
"Nineteen wyvern eggs? That's truly astonishing. Did you slaughter an entire wyvern clan?"
"Hmm, but no matter. Wyvern eggs can be specially processed to create a potent aphrodisiac that nobles absolutely adore. They're highly sought after here as well."
"I can purchase all those dragon eggs."
"But... you must answer a few questions for first."
Margarita smiled charmingly, her face revealing the kind of alluring, captivating smile that only a mature woman could possess.
Unlike Triss's sweet, lover-like smile or Francesca's cold, reserved queenly smile, this was the kind of smile that could make a man's heart itch with desire—the kind that made him want to pounce on her, press her down, and release his pent-up passions.
Kieriman licked his lips, feeling a certain part of him sounding the charge.
He glanced at Yennefer, who sat on another sofa seemingly uninterested in their conversation, still crossing her snow-white long legs while reading a book.
Inevitably, a feeling erged in his heart that tonight might involve so serious action.
Margarita's questions were quite simple, nothing confidential.
She didn't care about the price of wyvern eggs, nor why Kieriman had hunted so many wyverns.
Instead, like a curious little girl, she asked about his previous witchering experiences, seeming more interested in him personally.
The beautiful sorceress leaned in close, her rose-like natural fragrance drifting into his nostrils, giving him the urge to breathe deeply.
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Kieriman thoroughly enjoyed this sensation.
Breathing in her rose scent, his mood relaxed more and more, soon no longer seeing her as a powerful sorceress but rather as a beautiful woman he could flirt with.
His eloquence proved quite good.
He shared so half-true, half-fabricated stories of his monster hunting experiences, discussed current world social issues and noble gossip with Margarita, and even told so blush-inducing adult jokes that made the sorceress laugh heartily.
As they chatted, at so point without noticing, Margarita had moved to sit beside him, leaning against his arm.
"I heard from Triss that when you treated Princess Adda's curse that day, you used so miraculous thod."
"Even I couldn't resolve the residual striga curse."
"Dear Mr. Witcher, could you tell what thod you used?"
Hearing this question, Kieriman—who had been sowhat intoxicated by Margarita's beauty—imdiately beca alert.
Although in the original story, this headmistress's character could absolutely be described as kind and responsible, even sacrificing herself to protect her students when facing danger.
But as a senior researcher in life healing studies, her interest in secrets related to soul healing was only natural.
However, upon second thought, this secret of his wasn't really sothing that needed to be hidden.
After all, he only knew the practical application—he didn't understand the principles himself, and it would inevitably be exposed with frequent use anyway.
As for expecting him to teach this thod to others? That would be pure nonsense.
Thus, he chuckled lightly and whispered into Margarita's ear: "Beautiful lady, it's not that I won't tell you this thod."
"It's just that this is an ability I was born with—I don't understand the principles behind it myself."
At this point, he boldly blew warm breath against Margarita's earlobe and said in a flirtatious tone: "But if you're willing..."
"I have a way to let you experience that sensation personally."
"Perhaps you might gain so understanding yourself—who knows?"
They were both adults;
many things didn't need to be stated explicitly.
Hearing this, Margarita showed no intention of refusal whatsoever. She wrapped her arms around the witcher's neck, pressing her entire weight against the man.
With dreamy eyes and a teasing smile at the corner of her mouth, she chuckled softly, pressed her lips to the witcher's ear, and whispered: "What an excellent proposal, Mr. Witcher."
"Then carry upstairs—my room is on the second floor."
"Many years ago, I heard Yennefer say..."
"Witchers possess far greater stamina in that regard than ordinary n."
"Unfortunately, among so many sorceresses, only she has ever had a witcher lover."
As she spoke, the beautiful sorceress chuckled again, seemingly excited by her own bold actions.
She licked her lips, locking eyes with Kieriman with a seductive gaze, as if she were the one more eager to be ravished and treated roughly.
"I've actually always been curious about whether this is true."
"Mr. Witcher, tonight... don't disappoint ."
Being so blatantly challenged by a sorceress with the face and figure of a Greek goddess—no man could possibly resist.
Although he'd long known that sorceresses in the witcher world were quite open about sexual matters and played rather wildly, Kieriman still felt sowhat surprised, as if he were the one being taken advantage of.
But how could he refuse such delicious at delivered right to his mouth? Especially since Margarita was a powerfully capable sorceress.
He quite roughly gathered Margarita into his arms and, accompanied by the sorceress's excited laughter, began ascending the stairs to the second floor.
However, just before going upstairs, Kieriman suddenly thought of sothing.
He turned his gaze toward the sorceress Yennefer, who still sat on the sofa seemingly indifferent to their flirtation, and asked sowhat hesitantly: "Lady Yennefer, would you like to join us?"
Yet what responded to him was the black-haired sorceress's icy glare of anger and a contemptuous smile.
Margarita was amused again.
She licked her lips, looking at the witcher with a reproachful yet seductive expression, saying with a smile: "You're truly greedy, Mr. Kieriman."
"Yennefer is still troubled by her amnesia."
"If you want her to keep you company, now isn't exactly the best opportunity."
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