Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Stripping Her Lewd Curves Bare in the Garden
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I borrowed a few books to read later and headed to the garden.
The garden was filled with the unique characteristics and personality of the witch clan.
Its sheer size was impressive, but above all, it felt utterly natural.
"...This is less a garden and more like a forest."
In the human world, maintaining something like this would be a nightmare.
Witch magic truly was something else.
Every now and then, I'd spot regular witches tending to the garden.
As I passed them by, I saw Kirke sitting there, basking in the sunlight.
'She glows even when she's just sitting still.'
Part of it was the dress that clung to her alluring figure, but Kirke's beauty itself was dazzling.
She was so stunning, it felt like the gods hadn't crafted a living being but a work of art.
"Oh? What's this? Isn't that my husband?"
Kirke spotted me and flashed a bright smile.
The greatest genius mage among all witches.
And a woman with those massive breasts and hips was calling me "my husband."
Just that alone stirred something deep in a man's chest.
"What brings you all the way out here?"
Kirke stood up after noticing me.
Her outfit still clung tightly to her curves, revealing every inch of her body.
Even just looking at those plump breasts and lines was enough to greet me warmly.
Those perky mounds and a beauty that defied her 300 years were beyond words—utterly insane.
I approached her with a casual smile, pretending nothing was amiss.
"Does a husband need a reason to visit his wife? Especially during our honeymoon?"
"...That mouth of yours hasn't changed a bit. After making your wife cry like that yesterday."
"Come on, Kirke enjoyed it too. Admit it?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
Kirke's pale cheeks flushed slightly.
She seemed embarrassed just thinking back to yesterday.
With those maternal breasts and perfect birthing hips, she'd been a virgin until yesterday.
I was genuinely glad I'd been the one to claim her.
"...Well, I'm sorry for leaving you alone in this big mansion."
Kirke said with a light cough.
"Being the Great Witch comes with more duties than you'd think. But in a few days, I'll have some real free time."
"Don't worry about it. Leaders are always busy, right?"
"Heh. Thanks for understanding."
Her beaming smile made my heart flutter.
If she paired that smile with a bit of charm, no man could resist forgiving anything.
"By the way... I thought Medeia would be with you?"
"She guided me here and then left me alone in the garden. Said she didn't want to intrude on a married couple."
"That girl... She worries about the strangest things."
"I'm all for some alone time with you."
"I-Is that so?"
Embarrassed, Kirke turned her face away again.
Every reaction from her was utterly lovable—like the perfect bride.
"...Sorry, but I can't stay long. I need to inspect the garden."
"Then let's walk the garden together. I've been curious about a witch's garden anyway."
"Hehe! After making a woman cry yesterday, now you're asking me on a date?"
"With a wife like you, Kirke, I'd happily go on dates every day. I'm all in."
"...You're all talk, as always."
Kirke and I strolled through the garden for a bit.
There were magical plants and devices scattered throughout.
Kirke seemed to be giving them a casual once-over.
"To think a regular garden has this much magical craftsmanship. From a human perspective, it's incredible."
"Even witches find it beautiful and vast. There's a dedicated witch just for maintaining it."
"And yet the Great Witch still has to check it herself?"
"Well, it doubles as exercise. Sitting around too much makes you gain weight."
...Doubtful. With Kirke's figure, any fat probably went straight to her breasts and ass.
'That sway every time she walks... I can't hold back.'
The thought hit me, and I realized there was no need to hold back.
I grabbed her plump, perfect birthing hips right then.
-Squeeze
"Ahhn!"
Kirke let out a feminine moan and startled, covering her mouth.
She turned to me, eyes wide as if asking what the hell I was doing.
"W-What are you doing?!"
"I've been staring at your ass, Kirke, and my dick feels like it's gonna burst."
"T-That's ridiculous..."
"See? It's already tenting through my pants."
...Gulp.
Kirke glanced down at the bulge straining against my pants and swallowed hard.
She might not realize it herself.
But the pleasure from yesterday's sex was still etched deep into her body.
"You're rock hard without even touching it. Is my husband really such a pervert?"
"...Truth is, Medeia and the other witches fed me some weird stamina boosters, saying men need good vitality."
"T-They did?"
"Yeah, and it's making it hard to hold back since earlier."
It wasn't that big a deal, really—I just wanted to fuck.
But it was true I'd taken them, and it made a perfect excuse.
If it meant outdoor sex, I could play the poor stud sacrificed to witch potions any day.
"I tried to hold it in, but with you right here, Kirke, I can't anymore."
"E-Even so, not now. This is outdoors—who knows when another witch might come... Mmph!"
To cut her off, I went straight for a kiss.
Our lips met, and I slipped my tongue in naturally.
"Mmm... Nnngh, w-wait... Haa!"
Maybe because we'd gone all the way yesterday.
Kirke reflexively tried to respond.
'She doesn't want to lose at kissing technique.'
It didn't matter much.
A gentle rub of my tongue, and she surrendered quickly, letting me claim her mouth.
"Hnn... Haa...! Slurp... Nngh... ♥"
Her face flushed deeper, breaths growing ragged.
With each kiss, her jewel-like eyes glazed over dreamily.
"Pha!"
When we broke the sticky kiss, her face was already radiating lust.
The familiar look of a female whose switch had flipped.
"W-What if someone sees us?"
"So what? We're married."
"Even married couples don't do this outside. I'd be too embarrassed to show my face in the village."
Even witches had that sense of shame, huh.
'And Kirke's the top Great Witch. If anyone saw her getting fucked, it'd be a mess for her.'
Of course, that risk only made it hotter.
The urge to fuck her right here grew stronger.
"We're having sex tonight anyway, right?"
"...Who said you get to decide that?"
"If I blow off some steam now, won't it be easier for you to win later?"
"That's absurd..."
Despite her words, a flicker of interest crossed her eyes.
Kirke glanced at me slyly.
[Come to think of it, yesterday I was dragged along the whole time.]
[As the older one, that bruises my pride a little.]
[Even for him, as a man, if we do it during the day, he might tire out by night...]
Kirke wanted it too, after all.
'If she really hated it, she'd have shoved me off with magic or whatever.'
The fact she wasn't killing me now meant there was plenty of room.
I seized the moment and pushed Kirke against a tree.
"Kyaa!"
She panicked like she'd been wall-slammed.
I pressed my body and face closer, blocking her view of anything else.
"How's this? Doing it outside—doesn't it excite you more than yesterday?"
"Nonsense... Hngh!"
I sucked on the nape of her neck with wet kisses.
At the same time, I grabbed and kneaded her breasts, her breathing turning ragged again in no time.
Kirke's hands clutched my collar tight.
But she wasn't pushing me away aggressively.
"Haa... Haa... You're like a beast in heat."
"You're the one who made me this way, Kirke."
Look at these breasts, this waist, these hips.
No man could avoid getting horny every day with a body like that.
"Mmm... Slurp..."
I kissed her again.
Naturally, my hands gripped her breasts.
"Hnn...!"
'These are ridiculously huge.'
They were so big, one hand couldn't even cover them.
I kneaded my exclusive breasts freely, savoring their softness.
"Unngh... Haa...!"
Stimulating her chest brought quick pleasure; she exhaled sharply.
I could even feel our pressed tongues trembling.
'These massive tits drive men insane.'
I swiftly stripped Kirke.
First, that one-piece dress that looked complicated to wear.
Then the black bra cupping her ample breasts.
Her smooth stomach and waistline came into view, along with those pink-nippled tits that stole the show.
Kirke, clad only in black panties, was pure sex.
"Haa... Y-You're really gonna do it here?"
"Obviously. You think I'd strip you for fun?"
As I hooked my fingers into her panties to pull them down, Kirke hurriedly stopped me.
"W-Wait!"
What? Did she want me to fuck her through the panties?
Not a bad idea.
"F-For the underwear... I'll take it off myself."
Oh, now that was a hot scenario.
I nodded and stepped back a little.
"Hoo... To think I'd end up naked in the garden I always stroll through."
Kirke grumbled but obediently slipped off her panties.
Her white, honey thighs and sleek calves emerged one by one.
A beauty with a killer figure undressing her panties—it was lewd and moving all on its own.
'Damn. Still a fantasy body even on second look.'
Thus, Kirke stood fully nude outdoors before me.
From her head to her breasts, waist, hips, ass, and thighs—not a single ounce of excess fat. Perfect.
'Look at that ass.'
I marveled especially at her white, massive cheeks.
Did she work out separately? How was it so flawless?
Yesterday, I'd fucked her face-to-face while enjoying her tits.
But with an ass like that, doggy had to taste even better.
"D-Don't stare so blatantly. It's more embarrassing outdoors than yesterday..."
Kirke couldn't stay still; she fidgeted, checking for anyone coming.
That jiggle with every step was enough to drive any man mad.
"It's fine. You're truly beautiful."
"Nh...! W-Wai... Ahhn... ♥"
I pulled Kirke into an embrace and slid my fingers into her pussy.
The still-tight insides were already slick and wet.
I had to train this lovely-faced, lewd-bodied witch to spread her legs anytime, anywhere.