Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Married Women's Catfight
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Yeah, let's admit it honestly.
Diana wasn't in a great mood.
But the reason struck her as utterly ridiculous when she thought about it.
The Great Witch had snagged herself such a young(?) and firm husband, and was enjoying a happy married life.
That fact was stirring up a strange flutter in her chest.
"Hmm~ This won't do."
Was it because of those emotions?
Diana scrutinized the arrows even more strictly, picking at every little flaw.
"With feathers like this, how do you expect any speed?"
"...The specs should be fine."
"This isn't some cheap trinket. If I were satisfied with ordinary quality, I wouldn't have ordered them from here."
Diana had always been meticulous and nitpicky by nature.
Unlike the generally laid-back and timid elves.
That was precisely why she was the one handling these matters.
But today, she was being a bit excessive.
"Please fix those three points I mentioned. Oh, and of course, tell me in advance how you'll handle the revisions."
"...Fine."
Her attitude grated, but it was a reasonable demand from a customer.
In the end, Kirke nodded and accepted.
'Thanks to her elven perspective, I learn new things.'
Personality aside, Diana's skills were undeniable.
Kirke acknowledged her sharp eye and attention to detail.
Conversations and adjustments with her often revealed oversights.
So she accommodated most requests,
and they even had a somewhat friendly rapport...
"Oh, right. I ran into Kal at the mansion."
But some things were utterly unforgivable.
Suddenly,
Kirke's hand froze mid-note.
As she looked up, her face—rarely—held a hint of hostility.
"Kal...?"
"Yes."
"Why did you meet him?"
"A quick greeting is the least you can do when you're living under the same roof."
"...That's awfully chummy for a 'quick greeting'—you even remembered his name."
Kirke knew this elf well from their long dealings.
She hadn't even bothered memorizing Medeia, who assisted her daily.
No, she deliberately avoided it.
'Yet she memorized Kal's full name on first meeting?'
It was suspicious no matter how you sliced it.
"You didn't try anything funny with my husband, did you?"
"Huh? What do you mean by 'funny'?"
"...Like deliberately getting close to Kal."
"Ha! What nonsense. Do you think I'd steal the Great Witch's husband or something?"
Kirke stared at Diana instead of answering.
Diana shrugged in exasperation at the gaze.
"Come on, I'm already married myself. And it's been ages since we tied the knot."
"...I see."
True, a married elf woman wouldn't go after another woman's man.
......At least, not by Kirke's common sense.
"Still, be careful. Kal's in his prime, and we're still newlyweds."
To Kirke's veiled warning, Diana muttered just loud enough to be heard.
"...For someone you dragged here by force."
"What was that?"
She couldn't let that slide.
Kirke glared at Diana outright.
"Are you insulting our marriage right now?"
"Did I say anything wrong? You paid his family and brought him here against his will, didn't you?"
"That's...!"
Kirke trailed off, unable to retort.
Not even her brilliant mind could refute it.
'No. That's absolutely not it.'
The reason she could only say that inwardly?
The process was no different from buying a man from his family.
Whatever the witches' stance, Kal had been suddenly sold to a stranger and married off.
Of course, Kirke hadn't brought him as a slave.
She provided every comfort and intended to grant his every wish.
She recognized him fully as her husband, with matching treatment and authority.
And now, she genuinely loved him.
But... perhaps because her feelings had become truly sincere,
the fact that it started with him being "sold against his will" stabbed at the kind, honest Kirke's heart.
"Hmph~"
Gaining confidence from the reaction, Diana shrugged lightly.
"Looks like you're not too confident in your marriage."
"...What do you mean by that?"
"Isn't it obvious? If you were secure in your relationship, you wouldn't be warning me not to approach your husband."
At least in terms of romance and men, Diana had more experience than Kirke.
Having thought similarly herself,
she pierced Kirke's psyche accurately.
"You know you dragged him here by force, so you're scared he'll run off someday."
"...I've never thought that way."
But Kirke was the Great Witch.
She wasn't so naive as to be toyed with by words alone.
"And why are you so obsessed with my husband?"
"O-obsessed? When did I..."
"If not, you wouldn't have brought him up first. Starting this conversation means you're already conscious of Kal, aren't you?"
"Ugh..."
Now it was Diana's turn to fall silent.
Even she didn't know why she'd mentioned Kal.
Everything so far had been driven by emotion.
She knew best that her position made it unnecessary—and inappropriate.
"Heh."
Seeing her flustered expression, Kirke's lips curved up.
"Ahh~ Fine, I take it back. If you want to seduce him, go ahead and try."
"...You mean that?"
"My husband's so into me anyway. He clings every night—it's a handful."
Kirke boasted openly, without hiding her pride.
Maybe she'd wanted to brag about her husband to someone.
Her daily routine of moaning till she passed out in ecstasy,
but right now, she was the mature wife indulging his affections.
"For your information, at night he calls me 'Kirke' and even uses casual speech. To his wife who's 300 years older."
"So what..."
"Isn't that what people and elves call love? I wonder if your marriage has that."
Diana's face crumpled miserably.
Kirke, seeing it, smiled leisurely.
A victor's smile.
****
Lately, I'd developed a new routine.
Exercise and stamina training.
It was a habit from before coming to Witch Territory.
"Huff! Huff!"
I warmed up with a light jog around the witch mansion.
It was so vast that it counted as a solid workout.
'Been slacking a while— this is tougher than expected.'
Even after reincarnating, I'd kept up steady training.
Rare for a noble, but that's why I valued my body.
Even brainy mages needed maintenance.
I had countless women to bed ahead.
'Better stamina and physique make for more fun sex, right?'
At least enough for marathon sessions.
That's why I did cardio and strength daily.
'Tch. I had a home gym back then.'
Couldn't bring it here, no matter what.
Wasn't in my right mind anyway.
Bodyweight exercises would have to do.
As I did push-ups,
"Pardon the intrusion."
"Ack!"
Something soft yet heavy settled on my lower back.
It was the elf's ample rear.
"...Diana?"
"Yeah~ Don't mind me, keep going. Just hopped on since you seemed motivated."
'Even if you say don't mind...'
This huge ass pressing down? Impossible to ignore.
Diana rode me oh-so-naturally.
Her feminine weight felt good across my back.
'And her outfit's still killer.'
Elven trait? Her clothes were always revealing.
Right now, scant fabric barely covered her chest and hips.
With that killer figure,
hit the beach like this, and men's balls would explode.
'Whatever, back to workout.'
Couldn't exactly shove her off anyway.
Perfect added resistance—I'd wanted more weight.
"Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!"
Kept push-ups with her on board.
Felt muscles straining, heat building.
"Ooh~ A mage with real strength? Those muscles are no joke."
Diana sounded impressed.
She'd hopped on as a joke, not expecting me to continue.
"I train daily. Gotta handle lightweights like you, Diana."
"Hmph."
Gulp.
I heard her swallow unconsciously.
Stealing glances at my arms and shoulders.
Muscular guys her type?
'She really is light.'
Like a leaf.
How with those tits and thighs? Elf magic, I guess.
"Hoo...!"
"Good job~ You're impressive~"
Finished the set, and she dismounted.
Diana eyed me, surprised.
Cheeks faintly flushed, for some reason.
"...You're serious about training? Thought you did it to pick up girls."
"Who works out for that?"
No need—spot an opening, thrust in, make 'em moan.
Then they come crawling.
Even haughty nobles knelt after one night, sucking dick.
"But you're a mage. Why bother with your body?"
"Gotta stay fit for crucial moments."
"Hmm~ Not empty words. Your build's well-rounded."
She scanned my body, then asked.
"Ever trained with weapons or martial arts?"
"No, never."
I valued fitness, but as a mage, didn't go there.
'No opportunity anyway.'
Born to a prestigious mage house.
Heir learning swordplay? Absurd.
Daily workouts were already "genius quirk."
"Want to learn?"
"Sure, if the chance comes."
Better to know it all.
Cooking hooked girls too—noble wept at my meal, then deepthroated later.
"Then... want me to teach you?"
"Teach what?"
"Archery. Elves excel at it."
She quickly added,
"Not weird motives. I have time anyway. An hour mornings? ...I'm bored."
She casually adjusted her hair, thrusting out chest and curves.
'...Wants to get laid under "practice" pretense.'
Words say otherwise, but obvious ulterior motive.
'Whatever her goal, doesn't matter to me.'
Needed a natural excuse to bed her anyway.
Her offering daily meets? Perfect.
'Plus, morning tit shows during workouts.'
Worth it alone.
If she were a trainer, men alone would fund a gym empire.
"I'd be honored. Please do."
"Sure. Since it came up, start basics now?"
Diana eyed me slyly.
Like a predator eyeing prey.
The 200-year-old elf couldn't imagine she'd be the one devoured.