Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: New Granny Fuckbuddy?
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“Mm... slurp. It's still so weird.”
“What's weird?”
“I know full well in theory that cum and cock shouldn't taste good. And yet yours is so delicious.”
Kirke started sucking on my cock the moment sex was over.
Post-sex fellatio cleanup.
“It's because Kirke loves me that much.”
“Always talking like that. Slurp...♥”
Now even Kirke had gotten used to cleaning my cock with her mouth.
This was one of the things I'd patiently trained her to do over time.
'Sex is fun, but the satisfaction from fellatio is just as good.'
A witch with a model-like figure, wearing torn stockings in the middle.
White cum dripping from her exposed pussy.
On her knees, diligently sucking my cock.
It was a sight only a victorious male could behold.
Her lewd body and outfit only heightened the arousal.
“Mmm... slurp...! Slurp♥”
Kirke looked up at me lovingly as she sucked away.
Thanks to her, my still-erect cock was nice and clean again.
“Haa... I came to praise your research, and here we are doing this. My husband really is a beast in heat.”
“But didn't Kirke come already wet herself?”
“...That's because you keep playing with my body so much.”
It was about time she got into the habit.
I'd been sending her off every day with mind-blowing sex.
Now, Kirke's pussy got wet just at the sight of my cock.
Like Pavlov's dog salivating at the sound of a bell.
“Sigh. I didn't plan on this. Guess I'll have to toss these stockings and shower when I get back to my room.”
Kirke grumbled as she gathered her clothes and got dressed.
Her legs in black stockings slipping into a short H-line skirt was somehow erotic again.
“Ah, it was fine today, but hold off for a while.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Why? Really, you...”
Eating Kirke as a snack had become routine.
I couldn't understand why it had to stop all of a sudden.
“We have a guest at the mansion.”
“A guest? A witch acquaintance?”
“If it were another witch, I wouldn't need to warn you. It's an outsider.”
An outsider visiting a reclusive race like the witches.
“Who is it? From the way you're talking, it's another race.”
“An elf. You've probably heard of them.”
Elf.
The fantasy novel staple with pointy ears and archery skills. Right.
'Plus, big tits and firm asses—a race of beauties.'
Elves were long-lived like witches.
They had lifespans of several hundred years by default.
Unlike the all-female witches, they had both genders.
And they reproduced normally, albeit infrequently.
'Same long-lived species, so some exchange makes sense.'
Humans were too short-lived for any connection.
But living centuries together? Bonds could form.
“So what's the elf here for? Magical exchange?”
“Nah. As if elves could offer us anything magical.”
Kirke flashed a bright smile.
There was unmistakable confidence in that grin.
“Elf magic isn't even on our level.”
“Oh... I see.”
Come to think of it, elves were known for bows and spirit arts.
More nature-attuned than the magic-specialized witches.
'But Kirke's reaction is unexpected.'
It was like trash-talking a rival team in your favorite sport.
A peculiar feminine competitiveness.
“They come to our village to place orders.”
“Orders?”
“Specifically, to buy magical goods. Our magic arrows are top-notch.”
“Ah, so they're here for magic arrows.”
Witches crafted hard-to-make magic arrows.
Elves bought them for a price.
'I'd heard elf arrows were special. Turns out witches make them.'
Elves weren't as reclusive as witches.
Curious ones sometimes ventured into human lands.
Still rare enough for just tales and rumors.
“I've never seen one. What kind of race are elves?”
“Mm, arrogant and haughty.”
Kirke, now fully dressed and tidied, let out a sigh.
How was just fixing her hair so sexy?
The tits bigger than her face, maybe?
“They strut around despite coming to buy. They even stay days to inspect for defects.”
“And you still trade with them?”
The witches I'd met had strong pride.
Medeia, and even Kirke here.
If someone dissed their lifeblood—magic...
I'd expect them to say screw the deal, get out.
“It's profitable. We get rare materials from elves in exchange.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
As I said, witches were reclusive.
Partly because the race hated moving.
'Homebodies, basically.'
Sourcing rare materials was a huge hassle for such witches.
Elves handled it for them—no way they'd cut ties.
A collab between research-loving witches and wandering elves.
“That said, we're not on bad terms. Plenty to learn from each other. Frenemies, if you will.”
“Fascinating. I'd love to see one.”
I'd never met an elf in my life.
Might be my only chance ever, so I wanted to ask all sorts of questions.
“...No.”
“Huh?”
For some reason, Kirke pouted.
“You can't meet the elf.”
“Why not?”
'Is it because the Great Witch marrying a human can't get out?'
Made sense given Kirke's position.
It'd reveal she couldn't use reproduction magic.
And a noble's marriage could be political weakness...
“Elves are the race rumored to be pretty with firm skin.”
“Huh?”
“The ones visiting us are always female, and hot ones with great figures... Mm, no.”
...So the reason I couldn't meet the elf wasn't politics.
Pure, simple jealousy.
“Ha. Seriously.”
I approached Kirke, dumbfounded.
“W-Well, if you really insist, maybe from afar... Mmph!”
I gave in to desire and kissed Kirke.
Stripping her clothes again, groping her exposed tits and ass.
“Slurp... Ngh...! W-Wait... I just got dressed... Ahhn♥”
Then I laid Kirke on the floor and fucked her again.
“Ahh! Haaang! Ahn♥ You just came, why already... Ahh! Wait... Too rough...! Haaaang♥”
But how could I resist such a cute, loving wife tempting me first?
In the end, Kirke got creampied in her pussy over and over, even in broad daylight.
Be that as it may, my plans were progressing smoothly.
Kirke was fully hooked on my cock after training.
Magic studies were going well.
And the aphrodisiac gel was done faster than expected.
That wasn't all.
Delicious meals every day.
Medeia handled all the chores.
Sex or blowjobs whenever I wanted.
'As a man, this is peak life.'
Surrounded by beauties, swinging my dick freely.
More than enough for perfection, but...
'I crave more stimulation.'
Kirke's body and pussy were top-tier, no doubt.
Maternal mana pouch full of motherly love, hips optimized for pregnancy.
Fuck her as much as I want, never gets boring.
But humans adapt!
My cock and desires hungered for novelty.
'That's why I tried for Medeia, but...'
I lightly spun the aphrodisiac gel vial in my hand.
No gaps with Medeia to use it right away.
Planned to use it slyly for an easy fuck.
But against scary Medeia? Tough.
'If only I had samples on dosage and spots to make a woman go into heat.'
Couldn't test on Kirke yet.
Busy lately with the elf arrow deal.
Apparently, Kirke led the arrow sales herself.
Meant it was big for witches and elves.
“A shame there's no place to test this century's invention.”
Even Medeia was off helping, leaving me alone for once.
Well, might as well study magic leisurely.
With that thought, I stepped into the hall.
'This hallway feels familiar now.'
When I first came to the witches, I wondered if my life was over.
Now adapted, it felt novel.
'Loving this life is all thanks to Kirke's milk tanks and perfect birthing hips.'
As I muttered and walked the hall—
“Oh my.”
A woman appeared before me.
I said 'woman' because she clearly wasn't human.
But not a witch this time.
'Elf?'
Long blonde hair, perky pointed ears.
Plump-looking massive spirit sacks.
And revealing outfit that caught the eye—elf.
'Oh, not bad.'
Kirke swore they were pretty; I wondered how much.
This? Definitely warranted it.
Celebrity-like pretty face and eyes.
Toned, killer figure below.
Like sexiness from the beach given form.
'Looks like the type you'd love stripping and fucking.'
Her tits were huge to start.
Athletic curves that screamed fuckable.
Lines from waist to hips, thighs, calves—artistic.
“Strange~ This is clearly the Great Witch's mansion. Why's there a human? A male one at that?”
The elf tilted her head.
“Ah, I—”
“A thief maybe?”
“Guhk!”
The elf grabbed my throat.
Too fast to react.
“Little one. Would killing you and taking you along smooth things with those damn witches?”
Her grip tightened on my neck.
Strangling a man, yet the elf smiled brightly.
'Ah~ Had no plans, but now I wanna fuck her more.'
I thought as my breath grew ragged.
Next woman to train: this bitchy elf.