Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Subtle Gaslighting to Induce Jealousy
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It's been a while since I ate alone.
Usually, Kirke or Medeia was always there with me.
Eating like this felt strangely off for some reason.
'Medeia must be pretty busy.'
She's probably swamped with work and all sorts of tasks.
Even so, making sure I eat properly is just like her—such a pro maid.
The menu was a sandwich stuffed with ham and eggs.
The taste was guaranteed, of course, but the problem was the portion size.
Maybe she rushed it, or perhaps she thinks I eat a lot.
She'd packed enough to fill a whole basket.
'Even while busy, she worried I might go hungry. She's got her cute side.'
Regardless of how touching Medeia's thoughtfulness was,
I could definitely see a way to make good use of this.
I picked up the basket and headed to one room in particular.
The room belonging to the elf 'Diana'.
Knock, knock.
"Come on in~"
I knocked and opened the door.
There stood an elf in nothing but her underwear.
She'd been stretching her arms overhead and only noticed me belatedly.
Wow, look at those tits and that underarm.
Her incredible figure never failed to amaze me, no matter how many times I saw it.
"Oh? What is it. Oh, it's just a human. I thought it was that maid for a second."
Diana didn't panic at all upon seeing me.
Instead, she flaunted her figure with casual confidence.
"Sorry. Should've just called out."
"Eh, whatever~ You got an eyeful, so we're even."
Diana laughed openly as she slowly fetched her clothes and got dressed.
I guess this is what you'd expect from a married woman over 200 years old.
'Her reactions are totally different from the witches.'
Kirke would have blushed and gotten embarrassed.
This one felt far more experienced by comparison.
A shy woman had her own appeal when you devoured her.
A lively one was fun to pound into submission.
'I want to shatter that composure soon and make her pant with pleasure.'
Either way, what mattered most was a woman's face and her fuckability.
So I didn't pay much mind to personality.
Just look at those maternal milk dispensers and that perfect birthing-hip ass.
The moment you lay eyes on them, even a bitch would seem lovable.
"So, what brings our human all the way to my room? Here to beg for some intense action?"
I nearly answered on reflex, but one phrase caught my attention.
"Human?"
"Yeah. You are a human, right?"
"I told you my name, so why call me that?"
"Humans die so quick—why bother remembering names?"
...What a bitch of an elf. Personality on point.
"Ahahaha! Just kidding! Kidding! It's Kal Mars. I remember perfectly. Don't make that face."
"...From a human's perspective, that's not a great joke coming from a long-lived species."
"Hehe! You're cute. Fun to tease. Quit being the witch's husband and come to our village? I could hook you up as house help."
"I'll politely decline."
"Tch! That iron wall of yours is no fun."
As a mage myself, I had more to learn from witches.
Why would I abandon my position as the Great Witch's husband?
"Anyway, you haven't eaten yet, right? I brought sandwiches. Want to share?"
"Hmm~ Trying to bond over food? Sneaky."
"Just guests helping each other out."
"Pfft! Nice talk. Fine, whatever. Can't turn down a cute human's offer."
Diana plopped down on the bed.
She patted the sheets beside her, as if inviting me to sit.
Every gesture felt like an older sister doting on her little brother.
'Casually inviting a man onto her bed.'
Did she see me as that comfortable?
No reason to refuse, so I sat next to her.
"Ooh, looks tasty. The witch make this?"
"Probably. There's a head chef, but Medeia cooks pretty well too."
"Hmm~ That maid's got skills. Doesn't seem like she'd bleed even if you stabbed her."
"Medeia does have a bit of a golem vibe."
"Pfft! A golem! You're funny."
We ate the sandwiches side by side.
Her massive breasts jiggled every time she chewed.
Being so close, a faint fruity scent wafted over.
Was this the elf's natural body odor?
"You must have it rough. Sold to a witch for no reason and suffering."
"Well, I thought that at first."
Back when I didn't know Kirke had that killer body and looks.
If mages knew the Great Witch was such a beauty, they'd line up begging to be taken as slaves.
Someone might even seriously offer lifelong servitude for one good fuck.
Kirke's tits and pussy were worth that much.
I got to enjoy them freely day or night, of course.
"But now I'm satisfied with this life. The Great Witch treats me kindly too."
"Hmm~ Really? As a guest, maybe, but as a man? Not so much?"
Diana propped her cheek on her hand, gazing at me with a subtle look.
Leaning forward emphasized her chest naturally.
With that fresh, forest-like smile,
she was clearly showing off her figure on purpose.
'...Maybe even showing me her underwear was calculated.'
"You probably can't even have a proper married life. Well~ Common for long-lived races."
"We have sex every day, though?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, really? I mean, yeah?"
My answer must have caught her off guard.
Diana even slipped into polite speech from the shock.
"B-but even so, doing it with a stone-faced witch like her wouldn't be fun."
"Her reactions are great. She cries well, and she's super wet."
"Those stiff witches?!"
The elf's eyes widened in genuine surprise.
If she heard about the blowjobs and outdoor sex, she'd probably faint.
"Amazing."
"Do elves not do it much as a couple?"
"Huh? Oh, well, sort of."
Her reaction suggested they didn't.
Elves did have relatively low population numbers, after all.
'Their married life must not be that enjoyable.'
It was surprisingly common in marriages.
The wife wanted more, but the husband avoided sex.
Especially in older couples.
'Wonder if that applies to long-lived races at her age too.'
Diana clearly felt lacking in her marriage.
She even called witches a boring race clueless about sex.
In other words, she was an elf with strong interests in that area.
Though with little experience, probably what you'd call a virgin bitch.
'This could be useful.'
I spoke to Diana, who wore a subtly sulky expression.
"Kirke really wants a child, so we have sex every night together."
"Ev-every day? Doesn't that tire you out? Human men can't handle that stamina-wise."
"That's nothing for me. If anything, it's not enough—I even do it during the day."
"O-oh~"
Diana glanced furtively at my pants.
Very honest eyes and reaction.
At the same time, my magic activated, pulling up info.
'No matter how poised and picky she acts, she's still a long-lived species.'
Elves were ultimately long-lived beings who lived for ages.
Compared to humans, they were weak to schemes and mind games.
"Doesn't seem like it for elves. Couples like that are rare, right?"
"Well... elves tend to have low libidos. There are exceptions."
I was certain she was the exception.
"Come to think of it, you mentioned having a husband already."
"Ah... yeah, well~ Sort of..."
"I'd like to reference it for my own marriage. Do you have kids?"
"...No kids. I want them, but my husband's passive about it."
"Ah~ I see. Interesting. If I had a wife like you, Diana, I'd make love every day."
Diana's eyes widened in surprise, then her white ears flushed slightly.
"Oh... ahem! Ahem! You really think that?"
"Of course. I've never seen a beauty like you before coming here."
"...But you have now—does that include the witch?"
"Well, Kirke really is pretty."
"Hmm~"
Diana gave me a strange look.
I hadn't touched her body yet, so no deep thoughts surfaced.
But I could guess what she was thinking without it.
This elf had an inferiority complex about magic,
and Kirke was arguably the world's greatest mage.
"...You really like your wife, huh?"
"Hmm... probably?"
"Probably what?"
"Honestly, I was sold here, so..."
I gave a wry smile and scratched my head lightly.
"I think I like Kirke since she's my first wife and lover. But without comparisons, I don't know if it's true love."
Lies.
Before coming here, I'd fucked maids and village girls until I couldn't count them on hands and feet.
But if my hunch was right, this elf would definitely...
"...Maybe it's not real romantic love."
Bingo.
I suppressed a laugh and put on a serious face.
"R-really?"
"First wife ever, right? How can you be sure it's love?"
"Well... but Kirke treats me well."
"That's why. Alone in a strange place like this—how anxious must you be? Then a kind woman appears, and you mistake it for love. That scheming witch probably planned it."
Diana spoke as if genuinely worried for me.
But I could clearly see it.
The filthy desires lurking in this elf's heart.
She already felt inferior to the Great Witch,
and now jealousy burned at the thought of her freely enjoying sex and a happy marriage—things Diana lacked.
"I'm saying this because you're a nice guy who brought sandwiches to a strange elf."
Jealousy, inferiority, envy.
Surprisingly, these emotions drove creatures the hardest.
"...Think it over. If you're truly an innocent victim, I could help as an elf."
While being honest about her desires.
"...Or at least keep you company like this."
"Thank you. You're really kind, Diana."
"Pfft! You're the only one who'd say that to an elf."
Diana flashed a fresh, amused smile.
'Alright, seed planted.'
Now all that was left was making this elf gradually want to get closer to me.
Judging by her reactions, it wouldn't take long.
"Argh. Why'd I say all that?"
Kal's room after he left.
Left alone, Diana scratched her head.
She'd just planned to toy with a random human out of boredom.
But she'd said way too much.
Personal marital stuff and family matters.
Even pointless offers to help.
"Weird. When he's around, words just flow out. What's up with that?"
He had this uniquely comfortable vibe, maybe?
Coming to the witch's mansion made her uneasy in various ways.
But with that human nearby, her mood strangely improved.
She even thought it'd be nice to hug him tight while sleeping.
'...That damn Great Witch spends every night with him.'
Couples sleeping together daily was normal.
But for the dissatisfied Diana, even that normality grated.
Her usual inferiority toward witches piled on top.
Suddenly, the Great Witch seemed enviable.
"...Something about it bugs me."
Unaware—or perhaps aware—that her feelings were being manipulated,
Diana irrationally found Kirke irritating.
She even briefly felt like helping (stealing) the poor human sold to the witch—Kirke's precious possession.