Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 891: Where Do I Sign? [Part 2]



"E-Ethan, let's talk properly."

"Okay. Let's talk properly."

"y-You won't kiss me again, right?"

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"Right?"

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"Hey! You're supposed to assure me that you won't kiss me!" Samantha complained as she once again pounded Ethan's chest with her closed fists, making the latter chuckle.

"Okay, I promise I won't kiss you, so come out, little turtle," Ethan chuckled. "Let's have a proper discussion."

Assured by Ethan's promise, the young lady once again poked her head out of the blanket, giving Ethan the strong urge to kiss her again.

But this time, he held back so that the two of them could have a proper talk.

"Why?" Samantha asked. "You don't need to take responsibility, and yet you want to do it. You were under the influence of the Aphrodisiac, and I was under the control of the Witch of the Twilight.

"In that regard, both of us are the victims. You don't have to feel guilty or feel like you've wronged me. You're not at fault. So, you don't need to take responsibility and make me your fourth fiance."

"... Actually, if you become my fiance, you won't become the fourth," Ethan replied.

"Huh?!" Samantha looked at Ethan in surprise. "You mean, I'll be the Third?" "No."

"Then the Second Wife?"

"... Ninth."

"... Hah?"

Ethan cleared his throat and looked at Samantha with a serious expression on his face. "You'll become my Ninth Fiance."

"F*ck," Samantha cursed. "... Mister, I think the two of us need to have a proper talk."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

(A/N: Always Blame Elyon.)

Samantha asked Ethan directly who his other fiancees were.

The only women she knew that were relatively close to Ethan were Luna and Lilian. Chloe was once close to the young man, but they drifted apart from each other, which sparked some rumors that they had broken up.

Of course, this wasn't true.

Behind closed doors, Ethan and Chloe had become more intimate with each other.

Although they didn't dare to jump at fourth base in reality, the young man easily swept through First, Second, and Third Base, then jumped to the Fourth Base using his Dreamwalker Ability.

"You son of a..." Samantha was at a loss for words when Ethan named all of his lovers, including a certain Mermaid Princess who had called dibs on him before they'd even had a chance to meet in real life.

The young lady didn't know if she should laugh or cry because a man with a wife and several other lovers was asking her to become part of his family.

But after careful thought, she realized something important.

If Ethan really wanted her to become his fiance, he could have lied about the number of lovers that he had.

However, he didn't do that.

Even now, he gazed at her straight, as if baring his everything to her, making her know that he truly wished for her to become part of his family.

He didn't want to sugarcoat things and make her regret later that she had accepted him as her man because she didn't know how many lovers he had.

"Can you support that many wives?" Ethan asked. "If I remember correctly, you live on a farm, right?"

"Yes," Ethan replied with a smile. "I grew up on a farm, yes."

"... I heard that those who live on farms usually have many children, sometimes reaching a dozen," Samantha said. "But I've never heard of a farmer with nearly ten wives.

"Even if you give a conservative estimate, and say that all of your partners will give birth to one or two children each... wouldn't that easily surpass a dozen?"

"You're right." Ethan nodded. "It will easily surpass that number."

"... I think having a farm is good, but it will not be enough to support that big of a family," Samantha stated. "Unless you have a steady source of income, I don't think you can afford to support that many childre..."

"Joanne and my biological parents live in a big castle."

"Where do I sign?"

Samantha, who once again replied without thinking, immediately covered her lips and once

again hid inside the blanket out of embarrassment.

'I think I'm going to get diabetes,' Sebastian chuckled.

'I know, right?' Ethan's Other Half joined his friend and chuckled as well.

Ethan smirked and patted the young lady's head from on top of the blanket, helping her to

calm down.

A few minutes later, Samantha's head once again poked out of the blanket, and this time, only half of her face could be seen.

"Does that mean your family is rich?" Samantha asked.

"Very rich," Ethan replied.

"How rich is very rich?"

"At the very least, we're richer than the Royal Family of Eastshire."

Samantha's eyes widened in shock because she didn't expect Ethan to be that rich.

"Are you really a Prince?" Samantha asked.

"A Prince?" Ethan pondered for a bit. "I'm not really sure. But do you want me to become a

Prince?"

"... Yes."

"Then I'll become your Prince."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

A moment of silence passed as Samantha observed Ethan's eyes, trying to discern if there were lies within his words.

Actually, Samantha's eyes allowed her to see the truth from falsehood if she activated her

magic power.

But now, since she no longer had any magic in her body, she was only using the experiences she had gathered from her childhood to check if the young man in front of her was sincere in the things that he had told her.

So far, she could tell that Ethan had been honest from the beginning of their conversation, making her lower her head as if she was deep in thought.

"Did Lily agree for you to have that many fiances?" Samantha asked. "Since she is your First

Wife, she has a say on this matter, yes?"

"When Lily and I were stranded in the Lands of Alastor, she told me that she would allow me

to have five wives and one concubine," Ethan replied.

"But, you've surpassed that number already," Samantha pointed out.

Ethan nodded. "That's right."

"Why?"

"It just happened. Things slipped out of my control, and one thing led to another. Lily and I had a talk about this before you woke up, and I asked her for permission to have you become

part of our family."

"And her answer?" Samantha asked.

She was feeling half fearful and half hopeful about Lily's reply.

"Didn't she kiss your forehead earlier?" Ethan answered. "That is her answer. It means that she has given you her blessing to become one of her Sisters."

Samantha felt something warm spread inside her chest because if the First Wife approved of

it, it meant that she only had to nod, and she would become one of Ethan's official fiancees.

"Then can you promise that you will take care of me for the rest of your life?" Samantha

inquired.

"I can," Ethan replied. "I promise."

"I'm not very easy to handle," Samantha said. "I like freedom, and as you can see, I act before

I think. Are you fine with that?"

"Yes."

"Then, can you convince my parents? If you manage to convince them, then I'll agree to

become your fiance."

"Understood."

Ethan nodded. "Is there anything else that you want to tell me?"

"T-That..." Samantha stuttered.

"That?"

"Can I please have my magic back?"

"Of course," Ethan smiled before planting a kiss on Samantha's forehead. Samantha knew that Ethan had already seen her everything, so there was no longer any need

to hide.

Since this was the only way for her to regain her magic, she decided to take a leap of faith and have the handsome young man, whom she had a huge crush on, embrace her lovingly. "Please, do it gently," Samantha said with a reddened face. "I want to treat this as my first time."

The young lady didn't have any recollection of how things went when she and Ethan made love for the first time.

When the Twilight Witch had returned her consciousness to her, her mind instantly blanked out due to the accumulated pain and pleasure that her body felt during the first time that Ethan made love with her.

She could still vividly remember the moment when Ethan released his seed inside of her, melting her from the inside out.

And now, she would experience it once again. But this time, she wouldn't be under the effect

of an Aphrodisiac, or the control of someone else.

This time, it was Samantha's choice to offer herself to the young man, who was looking at her

with eyes filled with affection.