Chapter 127
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Translator: Xrecker
Chapter: 127
Chapter Title: Hungry Witch and Full Dullahan
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The weekend morning was over.
That meant Ozma and Camilla’s turn was over.
The two women, having been thoroughly pleasured, went to bed with satisfied expressions on their faces.
They would probably wake up in the middle of the night, begging for more.
Anyway, since the two were resting, I had lunch with Dorothea and Vanessa.
“What’s for lunch today?”
“Shrimp gratin and chicken steak.”
“Oh, that sounds delicious.”
The kitchen in our house was primarily managed by Camilla and Vanessa.
Dorothea was out of the question, as she turned everything she cooked into a lump of charcoal, and Ozma, having been raised in a privileged environment, didn't know how to cook.
So, the two of them were the main chefs.
Camilla, with her nearly thirty years of experience as a maid at the Demon Lord’s castle, had a deep knowledge of various high-class cuisines and cooking techniques.
Vanessa, on the other hand, had learned to cook as a hobby during her long years of wandering after the fall of the empire. Perhaps that was why she was skilled in exotic and home-style cooking.
We waited for a short while, and then a lettuce salad with cherry tomatoes, mushroom soup, and bread were served, followed by the gratin and chicken steak, which filled the air with a delicious aroma.
“Be careful, it’s hot.”
Vanessa said, taking off her oven mitts and apron and sitting down at the table.
It reminded me of the time when the three of us were living together before assassinating King Oscar.
While things were good now, the balance back then had been quite nice.
“Thank you for the food.”
“Thanks for the food.”
“Hehe, enjoy.”
I took a bite of the delicious meal Vanessa had prepared.
I was amazed by her cooking skills.
It felt like it was made with a mother’s love.
Vanessa’s cooking always had a certain warmth to it.
Unlike Ozma, who had sex and ate at the same time, the two were more relaxed and focused solely on their meal.
I, having had a proper meal for the first time in a while, asked Dorothea to go for a walk.
Dorothea glanced at Vanessa, who was washing the dishes, then nodded.
“Alright.”
She was surprisingly agreeable today. She usually complained about having to go out.
Anyway, since we needed to digest our food, we went out to the garden.
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We were all living in my old house.
While it was a bit of a stretch to call it a mansion, it was a nice, three-story house.
It had a garden, a stable, and a warehouse, just like any other house.
While big was good, small also had its charms.
“Gale Force.”
I had been too busy to tend to the garden, and it was overgrown with weeds. I cleared them in one fell swoop with magic, instead of a lawnmower.
While most mages, with their sense of superiority, refrained from using magic for mundane tasks, I had no such qualms.
Hiring someone to do it would have been a waste of time and money.
I gathered the weeds into a pile in the corner of the garden.
Dorothea, who had been watching me, her hands in her pockets, said,
“You’re surprisingly diligent. I would have just burned them.”
I shrugged at her violent suggestion.
“It’s better to have some weeds than none, isn’t it? It’ll be a nice place for the kids to play, if we ever have any.”
Dorothea, who was standing in the shade of a tree, flinched.
“You’re thinking of having children?”
“Most people want to start a family. I’m getting old.”
I was already thirty.
My memories of my past life had made me think of my twenties as a time to live freely, but now, seeing the children of my peers reaching adulthood, I felt a sense of urgency.
While high-tier mages and witches had long lifespans, that was a distant future.
I could die at any moment, at the hands of an opponent I couldn’t defeat. I wanted to leave something behind, some proof of my existence.
Dorothea stared at me, then said,
“I could have your children.”
“…What?”
“Well, I’m single, and I’ve been thinking about having children. Living with the others is nice, but as you said, family is different.”
Dorothea trailed off, then blushed and asked,
“Do you… not want to?”
I looked at Dorothea, then smiled.
“Of course I do.”
She was so different from the thorny, ill-tempered girl I had once known.
The two years we had spent together had changed me, and it seemed they had changed her as well.
“How old are you now?”
Dorothea hesitated, then said,
“Twenty-eight.”
While her appearance hadn't changed, she had grown older.
Witches’ anti-aging magic was a cheat.
Aside from her constantly changing hairstyle, she looked the same as when I had first met her.
“Then let’s do this. We both have plenty of time. When things have settled down and we’re ready to have children, we’ll make a plan.”
“Not now?”
“No. The Hero is still out there somewhere. He’s been training for two years. We need to eliminate him first, for the sake of the Ozma Governorate.”
“…Alright.”
Dorothea nodded, understanding.
“But…”
I looked around, then swept her up in my arms.
A princess carry.
“W-What are you doing?!”
Dorothea struggled, but I carried her to the swing in the corner of the garden.
“A little practice wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
“Ugh!”
Dorothea’s face turned as red as her hair.
I kissed her gently.
I then sat her on the wooden swing.
It was a long, bench-like swing, so there was plenty of room for both of us.
I leaned in and kissed her again, unbuckling my belt.
As my cock grew hard, Dorothea, still lost in the kiss, began to stroke it with her hand.
Not wanting to be the only one receiving pleasure, I slipped my hand into her shorts and touched her clitoris.
“Hnngh…”
Dorothea moaned, her body trembling.
While not as sensitive as Camilla, she was still quite responsive. Her pussy was already wet.
I pulled down her shorts and panties and thrust into her.
Squish!
A wet sound, and Dorothea bit her lip, throwing her head back.
She had climaxed, but she was trying to suppress her moans, likely because we were outdoors.
I waited for her to recover before I started moving.
Her thighs trembled, and her arousal fluids flowed freely. After about a minute, her convulsions subsided, and I began to move my hips.
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Due to our awkward position, I could only move slowly.
But it wasn't without pleasure.
The angle was similar to a reverse cowgirl, so my cock was able to reach deeper. And with each thrust, the swing also swayed, creating a new and unexpected sensation.
And we were outdoors.
It was incredibly arousing.
“Ahhh… fuck… that feels so good…”
Dorothea moaned, caressing her own breasts.
While her breasts weren't as large as the others, they weren't exactly small either.
A B-cup, I guessed.
They were a handful, and I enjoyed squeezing them.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
As my thrusts grew faster, the sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the garden.
Anyone could have seen us from over the fence.
The thought of being watched only made me more aroused.
“Ahhn! Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Ahh!”
Dorothea, having forgotten we were outdoors, began to cry out like an animal.
I created a dome of wind around us to muffle the sound and then, for her privacy, I went for the final spurt.
Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
And then,
“I’m cumming!”
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
I held Dorothea tight and came deep inside her.
“HAAAAAAAAAH!!”
Dorothea, climaxing at the same time, arched her back, her toes curling.
I held her close, pumping every last drop of my semen into her, then pulled out.
My semen, mixed with her fluids, trickled from her pink pussy.
“…If I get pregnant, you’ll take responsibility.”
I sat down beside her, exhausted, and replied,
“Of course.”