Chapter 32
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Translator: Xrecker
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Special Tutoring
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I tried to recall how we ended up in this situation, retracing my memories from the point where things became hazy.
It started with…
“So, do witches really have sex with demons on Walpurgis Night?”
It was a drunken question, something I had always been curious about. And I figured Dorothea, one of the Four Heavenly Kings and a Witch of the Four Directions, would know the answer.
“No, you idiot. If I just wanted to get laid, I could grab any guy off the street. Why bother summoning something from another dimension?”
Her response made sense.
Summoning a demon purely for pleasure was too risky. You could end up drained of your mana and die. It was better to spend that effort earning money and visiting a high-class brothel.
“Ah, then what about the rumor that witches can’t have children?”
“Was I hatched from an egg, asshole?”
Her retort was so typical of her that I couldn't help but laugh.
Annoyed by my amusement, she took a swig from the bottle and grumbled,
“Humans are the problem. They distort and slander anyone they don't like. What kind of nonsense is that to say about an unmarried woman?”
I wiped away a tear of laughter and asked,
“You’re twenty-five, and you’re still a virgin?”
“Hmph! I just haven’t found a man worthy of me. And when would I have time for men? I’ve been too busy studying.”
Dorothea crossed her long legs on the sofa, attempting a seductive pose. But her slender frame made it look more like a child imitating an adult.
“Well, I guess her growth stunted when she was young. Doesn’t look like she’d be much fun in bed.”
I chuckled, looking at her small breasts, and Dorothea’s face flushed with anger.
“Have you fucked me?! Have you even fucked me?!”
“I don’t need to fuck you to know. I can tell from experience.”
It had been twelve years since I first slept with a woman.
My first time was with my childhood friend next door. She confessed her feelings for me the night before I left for the magic tower with my master.
We had admitted our feelings and gone to the windmill… I don’t think I need to spell out what happened next.
I later heard that she had married and was now living a happy life with three children—a son and two daughters.
As for me, I had long since lost count of the women I had been with, from those I met at taverns to those waiting in brothels.
By now, my experience was leagues beyond that of a virgin whose only meaningful contact with a man had been holding her father’s hand.
My boastful tone seemed to wound Dorothea’s pride. She exclaimed, her face red with anger,
“You bastard! If you’re so good at sex, teach me!”
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“…”
I finally remembered.
The mouth truly was a gateway to disaster.
After a moment of stunned silence, Dorothea, lying beneath me, her face flushed with embarrassment, said,
“Well? If you’re not going to do anything, get off.”
“No, uh… I mean, I should…”
While it had been a drunken mistake, I wasn’t foolish enough to refuse a readily available meal.
While Dorothea’s overall physique was slender, she had a nice ass.
I decided to start by tasting her lips, which were always spouting arrogant words.
Kiss
“Mmm…”
While I would normally have gone straight for the tongue, I started with a gentle, bird-like kiss, out of consideration for her inexperience.
Her lips tasted of sweet cherry liqueur, likely from the drinks we had been sharing.
After our lips parted, I kissed her cheeks, her ears, her neck, her shoulders – every exposed patch of skin.
She shivered and squirmed with each kiss, and her robe, which had been precariously draped over her shoulders, slipped off completely.
Dorothea wrapped her arms around my neck.
Without her usual ruby-red shoes, she was surprisingly small, fitting perfectly in my arms.
I followed her lead and kissed her again.
This time, it was a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues intertwining.
Dorothea, inexperienced even in kissing, fumbled at first, but she quickly caught on as I guided her.
Our tongues, wet with each other's saliva, danced in a tangled embrace.
Slurp, kiss, smooch, kiss
After a long, breathless kiss, we finally parted, a silver string of saliva stretching between our lips before breaking.
“Haah… haah…”
Dorothea’s red eyes were glazed over.
I gently brushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her face and asked,
“So, how was your first kiss?”
Dorothea, as if suddenly snapping back to reality, turned her head away.
“I-I don’t know.”
She was adorable.
I never thought I’d see the day when the girl who always looked at me like she wanted to eat me alive would have such a feminine expression.
For this lovely red witch, I pulled down the black bustier covering her upper body.
Dorothea’s small breasts, which I had only glimpsed before, were finally revealed.
B-cup, maybe?
Surrounded by well-endowed women, it was difficult to judge the size of smaller breasts.
I pressed my finger against her erect nipples, clearly visible even through the mesh tights.
“Ahh!”
Dorothea let out a gasp and squirmed.
Perhaps because her breasts were small, she was incredibly sensitive. It was rare for someone inexperienced to react so strongly to breast stimulation.
Embarrassed by her own voice, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand. But her teary eyes looked up at me, pleading for more.
I smirked inwardly and began toying with her nipples.
“Mmm… nnngh… ahh!”
Dorothea writhed in pleasure, rubbing her thighs together, desperately trying to suppress her moans.
But did she know that such restraint only made her more alluring?
Perhaps she was a genius at teasing men.
I stopped playing with her nipples and took one of them, now swollen and erect, into my mouth.
“Haah!”
She couldn't hold back any longer and moaned.
I buried my face in her modest breasts.
Suck, suck!
Her nipples, surprisingly firm and tasty, felt good in my mouth.
Size truly didn't matter.
The combined sensation of her breasts rubbing against the tights and my tongue teasing her nipples drove Dorothea to the brink of madness.
Her lower body, clad in short shorts, was already soaking wet.
“Ah! Ahh! I’m cumming! I’m cummi— Ahhhhhhh!”
Unable to hold back any longer, she reached her climax, her legs pushing against the sheets, her hips thrusting upwards.
A clear fluid trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes, which had initially held the intelligence and pride of a renowned witch, were now clouded with pleasure.
Like someone addicted to drugs, she gasped and shuddered, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, before collapsing onto the bed.
“Haah… haah… haah…”
Her ragged breathing filled the room, along with the musky scent of arousal.
“Let’s take off your pants.”
I waited for her to calm down, then pulled the wet brown shorts down her slender legs.
They smelled faintly of urine.
She must have lost control of her bladder in the throes of pleasure.
I briefly considered teasing her about it, but then decided against it.
This was her first time. It should be romantic.
I had used all my skills and experience to bring the virgin Dorothea to the heights of pleasure. Surely the Goddess of Wisdom would approve.
I deserved a reward.
I unbuckled my belt and removed my pants.
My little friend was already at attention.
My thick cock sprang free as I removed my underwear, and I climbed onto the bed, positioning it in front of Dorothea’s lips.
She looked up at me, a confused expression on her face.
I said,
“Suck it.”