Chapter 39: Congratulations, I think she's your witch.

Ethan's undivided attention remained fixed upon Valaria as he sought clarification. "You want me to come work for you?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.

Valaria, her expression warm and inviting, met his gaze with unwavering confidence. "Is that a problem? Or do you perhaps have an alternative means of survival?" she inquired, a subtle smile playing upon her lips.

Silence enveloped the room as Ethan contemplated her words. He grappled with the idea of accepting the offer, grappling with concerns and uncertainties that surfaced within him. "It's just... are you truly comfortable allowing a complete stranger to reside within your household?" he queried, his tone carrying a note of caution.

Valaria's laughter, melodious and filled with genuine amusement, filled the air. Her smile widened, betraying a sense of confidence in her own discernment.

"You need not worry on that account," She reassured him, her voice laced with an air of both generosity and expectation. "You shall find that I can be both generous and demanding when the occasion calls for it".

Ethan's gaze briefly flickered towards Anna, searching for a glimpse of understanding in her expression, but found her features to be impeccably composed.

Then, in a response that carried with it a sense of loyalty and dedication, Anna spoke, her voice firm and respectful. "I would be honored to work alongside you," she affirmed, her words resonating with unwavering commitment.

{Would you look at that…} Lilith suddenly voiced inside Ethan's head, {She looks like she meets the requirements, heheh, master, this might be your first witch}.

With unwavering focus, Ethan maintained his gaze upon Valaria, despite Lilith's whispered revelation about Anna. "I accept," he stated resolutely, his voice carrying a newfound determination. "If it pleases you, Milady, I am prepared to commence my duties immediately." His eyes shifted stylishly towards Anna, curiosity and recognition dancing within his gaze.

A radiant smile adorned Valaria's features as she acknowledged Ethan's commitment. "Very good," she replied, her voice infused with a sense of satisfaction. "You need not worry, for Anna will serve as your guide and teach you all that you need to know."

Anna, ever composed and diligent, met Ethan's gaze with an air of silent understanding. Though her expression revealed little, an unspoken connection seemed to pass between them, hinting at a shared journey that lay ahead.

....

The moonlight cascaded through the parted curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room. Ethan lay on his bed, his body enveloped in a cocoon of tranquility.

Atop him, Lilith, adorned in her mesmerizing adult form, reclined, her delicate hands resting lightly on his chest. Her voice, laced with a teasing undertone, broke the silence of the night.

"So, are you considering transforming her into a witch?" she inquired, her words carrying a tantalizing allure.

Ethan's gaze met Lilith's, his expression serene yet filled with curiosity. With a composed demeanor, he responded, "Before we delve into that path, allow me to seek clarity. Firstly, when you mentioned that she 'meets the requirements,' what exactly did you mean by that? Secondly, if I were to proceed with the transformation, how does one turn an individual into a witch? And finally, how can I harness and utilize my own latent powers, assuming I possess any?".

Lilith exhaled softly, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. "You possess an unquenchable thirst for knowledge," she remarked, gracefully disentangling herself from Ethan's form and finding a seat at the edge of the bed.

Ethan regarded Lilith attentively, awaiting her response with a patient anticipation. The atmosphere in the room grew charged with an aura of mystery and possibility as the two engaged in their nocturnal discourse.

Lilith's eyes, shimmering with an otherworldly glow, met Ethan's gaze, her voice resonating with a melodic allure. "Yes, the requirements that determine one's suitability to become your witch are known only to the enigmatic primordial demons," she explained, a tinge of mystery lingering in her words. "Their criteria are beyond mortal comprehension, and I am but a humble messenger of their will." She smiled with her hands slightly raised.

Ethan's brows furrowed slightly, his mind attempting to grasp the enigmatic nature of the primordial demons' requirements. "So these demons determine who my witches are?," He mused, his voice tinged with intrigue.

A gentle smile graced Lilith's lips as she continued, her tone soothing yet laced with confidence. "Not exactly, it's complicated, to proceed with the transformation, you need only ask the prospective individual if they are willing to become your witch," she explained, her words carrying a profound simplicity.

"Once their acceptance is granted, which is highly likely given their alignment with the primordial demons' requirements, their name shall be inscribed upon Lilivil, the sacred parchment that binds the covenant between a witch and their master."

Ethan's eyes widened with a hint of incredulity, a mix of awe and uncertainty blending within his voice. "So, they simply consent, and their fate to be my witch is set?" He queried, his mind grappling with the seemingly straightforward nature of the process.

Lilith's expression softened, her gaze filled with a depth of understanding. "Ding ding! Correct." She affirmed, her voice gentle and assuring.

"Their bonds grow each day, and since among all the primordial demons inside you, Asmodeus the demon of lust is the demons with the ability to make the witches strong via bond, you'll most likely be having sex to get stronger too, or at least perverted things..".

The room descended into a momentary stillness, interrupted only by the soft whispers of anticipation. Ethan's voice broke the silence, his words laden with curiosity and a touch of hesitation. "When you say...," he began, his voice trailing off.

Lilith, ever perceptive, swiftly interjected, her tone unabashed and matter-of-fact. "Yes, master," She responded, her voice carrying a subtle hint of mischief. "To forge a deeper connection with your witches and strengthen the bond that binds you, the act of intimacy—of sharing yourself intimately with them—is a potent catalyst."

Ethan's features flickered with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, his voice faltering as he sought to comprehend the complexities of such a notion. "One problem," He murmured, his voice tinged with a touch of unease. "How does this… sex thing actually work?".

Lilith's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she uttered, her voice laced with a seductive allure, "At long last, the time to do it with you, has arrived." With a bewitching smile gracing her lips, she claimed him, gently pulling him into her embrace.

"Welcome to class, dear master," she whispered, her voice laden with a sense of excitement and authority. "As your devoted teacher, I am more than excited to teach you everything you need to know"