Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Heading to the Village of Only Women
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"Well then, I'm off~ You better think of me even when you're sleeping with Kirke, okay?"
"...I'll think about it."
"Hehe. How boring."
Diana finished showering in my room and headed back to hers.
Maybe it was because she'd indulged in the kind of thrilling sex she craved after so long.
She looked in a great mood, and her skin even seemed firmer somehow.
'She's slyly trying to NTR me.'
Unfortunately for her, my kink is doing the NTR, not being on the receiving end.
I don't mind building a harem of women.
But that doesn't mean I'm willing to give up even one of them for it.
I plan to fuck Kirke, Diana, and even Medeia to my heart's content.
'Well, Diana will figure out her place soon enough.'
I have plenty of other women to fuck and service me, even without Diana.
Meanwhile, that arrogant elf won't be satisfied with anyone but my cock.
Diana might not realize it yet, but her training has already begun.
'Once you show her mind-blowing sex and pleasure, then leave her wanting a bit... she'll turn into an obedient bitch on her own.'
With that thought, I snapped my fingers.
The cleaning spell dried the damp bed and sheets bit by bit.
My room right now screamed of a wild night, plain as day.
Leaving it like this would give away that I'd had an affair fuck.
'For now, I need to keep my relationship with Diana under wraps.'
After I showered and aired out the room by opening the windows, everything was perfect.
"Pardon the intrusion."
The familiar, icy busty maid entered with her usual expression.
'Hmm, her tits are huge today too, and she's so pretty. Feels like they've gotten even bigger somehow.'
Medeia greeted me in her maid outfit.
She entered the room so naturally.
"...I don't mind, but is it really okay to just barge into a guy's room without knocking?"
"Is it a problem now?"
Medeia tilted her head, genuinely puzzled.
"There's nothing to hide between us, and nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Oh~ So Medeia sees me that casually, huh?"
"Of course."
Medeia nodded readily.
"You're the one I suck off naked, jerk off with my hands, and even titfuck."
"...Saying it like that leaves me speechless again."
"...Perverted bastard."
Another feel-good verbal abuse to start the morning.
I'm not a masochist, but Medeia's insults have this weird addictive quality.
'Probably because it's coming from the maid who sucks my dick.'
A bitch lost in pleasure and obediently servicing my cock is great.
But there's something extra thrilling about a woman who despises me being forced to suck it anyway.
"Normally, you'd be out exercising by now..."
Medeia trailed off, tilting her head slightly.
"...Come to think of it, you skipped your morning workout today."
"Ah~ It's my rest day. Exercise is more effective when you actually rest properly."
"...You even used cleaning magic and aired out the room. The place is spotless."
"What can I say? I like switching things up sometimes. You've been busy lately too, Medeia."
"Hmmm~"
Medeia eyed me suspiciously.
Her purple eyes scanned me like she was searching for clues.
'Damn, she's got a sixth sense or something.'
I'd used magic, aired it out—erased every trace of scent.
Didn't expect her to suspect just from this.
"Something's fishy. You up to something weird again?"
"No way. If I'm gonna do something, I do it out in the open. You know I'm not the sneaky type."
"...True enough. You don't even try to hide your perversion."
It worked as an excuse, but it stung a little that it even qualified as one.
In Medeia's eyes, I'm apparently an irredeemable super-pervert.
To be fair, I've done all sorts of lewd things to my wife's daughter, so I can't complain.
"Ahem! Ahem! Anyway, how's Kirke? I was worried when I heard she wasn't feeling well."
I steered the conversation toward Kirke.
That's always the best way to get through to Medeia.
"Fortunately, she's fully recovered today. Resting the whole day might've helped—she looks better than usual."
"That's a relief."
She probably won't be as busy for a while.
Diana's dragging out that magic arrow issue because of me, after all.
"Still, just to be safe, I'll drop by at lunch."
"...Good attitude. Always put Kirke first."
"I do that already, no need to tell me."
"More. Even more. Obsess over her. Make sure she's happy forever."
...Her love for her mom is a bit over the top.
If a single tear falls from Kirke's eyes, Medeia will make me cry blood from mine.
"Personally, I do think you're a decent husband material."
"Oh yeah? High praise. I think I'm a catch too."
"No. As just a man, you're a beastly trash pervert. Only as the Great Witch's husband."
"...So the criteria for 'man' and 'husband' are different?"
"Obviously. For Kirke, whose goal is pregnancy, having a horny beast for a husband is a good thing."
...She sees me as some sex-crazed impregnation machine.
'Hmm, spot on.'
If Kirke weren't a witch, she'd be pregnant from night one.
And here I am, fucking her daily and still seducing others like Diana.
"Medeia's sharp as ever. It's hard to resist a beauty's tits and ass."
"...Sigh. Can't you at least pretend to be offended?"
I just shrugged lightly.
Hearing that from the maid who sucks me off daily doesn't faze me.
If anything, it's a reward that gets me harder.
"Anyway, what's on your schedule today?"
"Plenty of time, so I'll study some magic then go see Kirke. She's stuck in the office again today?"
The Great Witch Kirke has a packed daily routine.
Her whereabouts are pretty limited.
Bedroom at night, office during the day.
Sometimes a garden stroll or workshop visit.
But Medeia's words deviated from the norm.
"She's heading out today for other duties."
"Oh? Where to?"
"A light patrol of the village. Just checking the key areas."
"Ah~ Got it."
The Great Witch also serves as the witches' leader.
Apparently, inspecting the village for issues is part of the job.
'Like a lord touring the territory.'
Probably just ceremonial.
Witches are individualistic, and their culture respects that.
It's a byproduct of everyone being a mage.
Mages tend to be reclusive and introverted by nature.
"Guess I'll visit in the evening then. Kinda awkward since I'll see her at night anyway."
Medeia thought for a moment before speaking.
"Why not patrol the village with her?"
"...That okay?"
I'd been holed up in the Great Witch's mansion this whole time.
Unsure how the all-female witches would react to me.
It never felt confining, though.
The mansion's huge, and I stayed plenty busy here.
"Won't the witches freak out or get flustered seeing me?"
"Personally, I think innocent witches would be shocked by a pervert like you."
"...I get it. My trust level with my dedicated maid is rock bottom."
"The Great Witch's husband can't stay cooped up forever. If you're introducing yourself, better with Kirke there."
Patrolling by Kirke's side would naturally highlight our couple status.
"You've been here a while now. Rumors are spreading among the witches, so it's time to show your face."
"...Won't that cause trouble for Kirke? Like, something she doesn't want seen?"
"You're married, so no issue. Kirke will be thrilled you want to join."
"In that case, sure."
I'd been wanting a proper look around the witches' village anyway.
Doing it with Kirke? Even better.
"I'll let Kirke know you're coming along."
And just like that, I was touring the witches' village.
Heading out had me unexpectedly excited.
'Plus, outdoor sex opportunities.'
Out with my wife? Perfect setup for sneaky doggy in some secluded spot.
Common sense in a fantasy world, right?
"...So that's how you ended up coming with me."
"Yeah, I was worried about village gossip."
"Huhu! What's there to worry about? I'm walking with my husband. No reason for bad talk."
Kirke spoke confidently, then flashed a bright smile.
She looked like a true goddess.
'No, her beauty's one thing, but this outfit is insane.'
Kirke wore her usual black dress.
But the exposure was off the charts.
Top exposed her shoulders and absurdly huge breasts almost entirely.
Bottom had a high side slit flashing her thighs and hips.
One tug on the straps, and those nipples would pop free.
Lift the fabric below, and her pussy's on full display.
'One shoulder strap slip, and she'd be naked.'
Her body's already lewd enough clothed normally.
This bold getup made her look born for fucking.
"Why are you staring like that?"
"Just... your outfit's extra slutty today."
"...I dressed for your tastes on purpose. It's our first outing."
Kirke blushed and shot me a playful glare.
She was embarrassed but wore it anyway.
Even thrusting her chest out a bit.
Obviously fishing for compliments—it was adorable.
"...So, what do you think? Your wife dressed like this."
"Too cute and sexy. I'd see it every day."
"...I see."
Kirke smiled prettily again.
My wife is so lovable and hot, it's driving me crazy.
Just standing next to her has me hard.
'Dressed like this, it's basically begging to get fucked outside.'
Walking with a busty beauty in that outfit felt sinful, stirring any man's heart.
"Ahem! Ahem! Let's go then."
"Sure, shall we?"
With those thoughts, I headed out of the mansion with Kirke.
My first outing since arriving in the Witch Territory.
Sway, sway.
Kirke walked slightly ahead, her ass cheeks visibly jiggling under the skirt fabric.
'Fuck, I want to pound her already.'
Soon as we're out in some deserted spot, off comes the dress.