Chapter 11 : The Witch's Job

I try to smell what kind of creature or person could be in here, I sense the scent of Damien obviously and also the scent of a woman... I hope she isn't a regular human, animal ears are the best ! Does that make me a furry ? What's a furry anyway ? This word just came to my mind for some reason.

The woman finally arrives, I can see a glimpse of her, she is definitely taller than me and a little more than my friend, she is wearing an elegant red dress, she also has a black mask hiding her face and she doesn't wear gloves or anything in her hand as she poses in front of us like the ruler of a kingdom. The mysterious woman is holding firm of a book and she is a little out of place compared to, from where I stand I can't see her hair and her skin is hidden by long white sleeves, a long green skirt and black kneesocks, she doesn't even have anything under it.

"Dear clients, welcome to my Witch shop. The Whiteheart Shop that has been running over the last few centuries. My identity must remain unknown to you."

"Hello kind witch ! Could you I don't know, heal my girlfriend's wounds ?" he kindly asks as he looks at her.

"Sure. How will you pay me ? Body or money ?" she wonders silently, her finger on the tip of her lips.

"Body !? It depends what you mean by body." Damien's tail is not hiding he wants something from her.

"In other words, do you want to get laid by me ?" the woman retort without a care.

"Any other option ?" He asks worried, putting pressure under his feet.

"Work for me for as long as I want. I can heal her in the blink of an eye." spat the masked woman.

"Are you okay with that Sanaë ?" he asks me just in case as he turn his head a little towards me.

"Let her heal me. What kind of job does she give ?" I whisper in his human's ears.

"Blowjob." she replies as she faces us.

"Oh great ! I fell at the right place ! Wait no ! You're just joking right ? Riiiiight ?" he says insisting on that being a joke.

"Blow things up. You just have to throw potions, you might enjoy it. We will start with one month, are you okay with it ? You don't mind Néhel ?" she says watching behind herself and we can see a glimpse of her short white hair but not the person she is talking too.

A voice answered her, I can't really describe it well, I don't know what this is, what happens between these two ? Are they both witches ? That's the only thing I can think of.

"Do as you please with the clients, I'm busy. And, it isn't just your shop."

What a cute voice that is coming from somewhere we can't see her, it's so refreshing it makes me confortable, losing all of my fear from before and turning it into happy thoughts. Why such a voice was given to a witch, I'm so jealous... I'm even daydreaming because of it as I stop holding my friend like a sissy.

The masked woman then walks in our direction and pushes Damien effortlessly clenching her fist in advance, making him fly into a wall. Needless to say he is not gonna let himself be beaten so easily but as he is getting up she throws her book at him, putting him to sleep, he still breathes and he purrs like a cat, getting himself curled up in a furry ball.

The masked woman stares at me, I have a bad feeling about it so I put my hands between my legs, like the shy girl I should be and I did well. Because she kicks me at this place and I yell at her for being so mean, thankfully my hands are protecting this precious place of mine but it does hurt.

"What are you trying to do !?"

"Checking your gender." she insists, the witch hisses once she is done talking.

"Isn't it obvious that I am a girl ?" I scream, having bruises on my hands now.

"I'm your boss now." She bats an eye from her mask and at the same time my wounds heal, not feeling pain anymore.

"What is a blowjob ?" I wonder.

"It's a skill. It's a dance and many things at the same time." she insists.

"What are you up to ?" I ask wary of her, I check on Damien as he is about to get up, but still unconscious, she uses her magic to attract the book back in her hand.

"Don't hurt him."

"Sis ! Can I bully the clients ?" The white hair young woman demands as she opens her book.

"You already did, just give them the job." suggests the other feminine voice.

"Boring ! Part-timers, tell me your names."

I don't know if I should lie or say the truth, I'm worried that lying might end up in me being hurt as much as him, but at the same time telling the truth could be a bad idea just because I don't want people to know that I am... and as people passes by outside, the front door opens, the witch does me dirty, shouting in their direction.

"Welcome to all of you, my dear clients ! Today we have two new members for a limited time event ! This one kitsune girl is the one who destroyed the world ! And the other guy is... a... what can I say about him ? He will rub you where you want to, he can turn into a little cat and you can play with him all you want for the full week !"

The so called clients look at me with disgust, I can't help but feel miserable because of so many different faces and races showing so much hate, eventually I will get accustomed to it. I still faces the woman and I try my hardest to tell her what I feel avout.

"I love you."

Wait, why did I say that ?

"I understand the feeling, I like have been doing an overdose of kindness for a while now."

And, she is claiming that what I told her was the word hate and the witch is right, I hate her for harming us just because she claims having an overdose of kindness.

"But why would I say something like that to such a good person ?" I thought to myself.

Even my thoughts are not my thoughts anymore, what is going on with me ? Did someone curse me or am I just so anxious that I can't control my own thoughts ?

I frown at the woman, trying to throw blue fire at her coming from my hands and she makes it deviate her direction to instead hit me, which is pretty much something I'm immune to.

"You look like you need my help. Unfortunately for you, I'm not gonna help you with that." whispers the young woman like she could read me in a sassy tone.

"I'm Sanaë but please call me Ellen. And he is Damien my friend."

"Sure sure ! I'll consider your relationship. I think I'll lazily laze around here. This isn't hard work, it's just advertising explosive potions. I, particularly like when civilians run away in fear."

She sighs, the hat behind her is jumping like a bunny towards me and forces himself on me, I'm now wearing a big hat, very heavy as if I am about to get crushed, the cruel big hat.

"In the meantime when I'm working my hardest with you my employees. My sister is just reading stupid books just to solve some boring mystery in order to know who is our dad."

"At least she does something." I murmur.

"Do not talk back to your boss or insult her, or she might hurt you in an accident by using the wrong spell." she warn me with a wide smile that disappear in an instant.

"I deeply apologize... But I want to ask, what is with the hat ?"

"Have you seen... you wouldn't get it. As far as I'm concerned, only a witch can wear the hat without problems. And since you are not one of us, you will suffer under the pressure of it. It's been the best way to stop thiefs from stealing it since all our hats belong to someone in the family. Which one is it ? It's mine. And it has found his prey of the week."

I feel very concerned as she corners me into going outside this place, not letting me stay inside this shop she is running with her sister.

"And why are you wearing a mask ?" Do we have to hurt civilians ?"

"Because I like hiding myself from the common folk, they would fall for me instantly and do me all kind of favors. It's annoying." she pouts and so does the mask and then goes on. "For the civilians, no need to hurt them, this makes the job really boring, but if my mom learns I might get scolded."

I can't control myself, laughing so much about what scares this witch... Scared of being scolded hahaha ! It's so funny I can't help but laugh, hitting my shoulder to calm my temper.

"Come everyone ! Today she will please us by throwing your favorite pots ! Explosive pots of the best witch's family, the greatest of all time ! The Whiteheart ! And I advise you to never go find our nemesis family because they are really bad people with such bad taste ! It's insane how insane they are !" exclaims the masked woman.

The hat hurts more and more, I try to take if off but it doesn't want to leave me...

"Please remove it !"

"Beg for it, in public." she whispers. "If you ever lose yourself. You can still beg for my help, I will handle trivial matters."

As she says that, Damien wakes up and she explains everything to him, we now are the weekly limited members of this so called Whiteheart shop with no sign mentioning it anywhere.

She leaves us behind, she is confortably installed on her chair behind her counter, her feet and arms being crossed and she tosses the potions at us while also taking a nap if I hear her breath correctly.

"Let's leave once she is asleep."

"That's true, we're better off." he agrees, tossing the potions where no one can be in range of the explosions.

These explosive pots sounds like fireworks, everyone can hear them in the town.

We get our new job, we can't leave that place because she wouldn't let us do anything but work, eat, drink, brush our teeth and sleep, but we are deprived we only have between 3 and 4 hours of sleep per day for a full week, this week is one of my worst experience as the hat is slowly killing me and all the clients I had to care of were degenerates.

I hate it with passion, this whole week is going so fast and unlike me, Damien is having fun this whole time, he was played with in his cat form and he even was given the right to rub girl's breasts... he is talented at that, which I find kind of suspicious and one question is tormenting me ever since we're here. I interrupt this brown haired guy I'm working with to ask him the question that has been tormenting me these days, it makes him become extremely anxious.

"What is a blowjob ?"

"W-wh-what did she tell you about it ?" he blushes.

"It's a dance, a skill and many things at the same time. Is that true ?"

The answer I'm seeking for is the truth, the irrefutable proof that is the truth and he is the only one I can trust here.

"Let's talk about it in private..."

"I want you to tell me now !" I yell impatiently.

"I'll tell you what this is under one condition. You tell me your embarrassing secret !"

"Deal !"

I'm guessing it's something we learn at school...

As the day comes to an end, the shining crescent moon lighten up our faces. The shadow around us isn't as big as that hat, that's when we are close enough to the entrance of town, where no one is around that he chooses to tell me and it isn't something I'm prepared for.