Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Secret Outdoor Sex with the Revered Great Witch of the Village
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A fine afternoon with clear weather.
Kirke and I walked side by side down the street.
The witches' village was incredibly peaceful.
Usually, when people think of witches, they imagine gloomy old hags.
But the witch clan was the opposite—elegant and refined.
Thanks to magic, they enjoyed economic abundance.
Everyone was devoted to scholarship, with clear hobbies.
Being all women, they were hugely into fashion, cosmetics, and cute things.
All that influence turned into positive energy.
The village felt strangely lively yet adorably charming.
'Above all, they're all pretty easy on the eyes.'
The witches all boasted stunning looks.
With nothing but women around, it felt like I'd wandered into an idol agency.
Not everyone was on Kirke or Medeia's level, of course.
But by human standards, each one could debut as an idol.
'Damn, just walking here's a feast for the eyes.'
We strolled slowly, taking in the village and its witches.
The women glanced at me curiously—after all, I was a rare male.
Some witches startled and hid when our eyes met, embarrassed.
Others waved enthusiastically.
Every reaction was cute and pretty.
'This must be what paradise for men feels like.'
Beauties everywhere I looked.
I was glad I'd ended up captured by the witch clan.
Back at the territory, I'd have to gift the lord a special mother-daughter NTR cuckold feast.
"...Your eyes haven't stopped darting around once."
"Ow."
Kirke puffed out her cheeks and pinched my side.
What was this adorable jealousy?
A witch over 300 years old acting this cute was against the rules.
And the milf hips and ass unfolding below... damn.
I wanted to impregnate her every single day, even after pounding her daily.
"Well, our village does have a lot of pretty girls. Younger than me, too, everywhere."
"Still, to my eyes, you're the prettiest, Kirke."
"...Flattery again."
"It's true. No matter how I look, you're the best in my eyes."
As I spoke, I casually stroked her back.
Twitch!
Kirke flinched instantly.
Daily fucking had conditioned her body long ago.
A light touch like this would make her pussy react.
"You really do this even out here...?"
Despite her incredulous expression, Kirke's face was flushing redder by the second.
"Hello, Great Witch!"
"Oh, good to see you. Everything alright?"
"Yes! I just learned a new spell the other day!"
A trio of witches approached us, beaming and chattering with curiosity like kids.
Medeia looked youngish by comparison.
These felt straight out of high school.
'Curious, innocent—like high school girls.'
They addressed Kirke but kept sneaking glances at me.
It was obvious they were here out of curiosity about me.
"This is my husband, Kal."
Perhaps sensing the vibe, Kirke introduced me.
That was part of why she'd brought me along.
"He's been helping me with all sorts of things around the mansion."
"Hello, I'm Kal."
"Kyaaaa!"
I gave a polite greeting, and the high school girls—no, witches—lost it.
"Did you hear? His voice is so deep!"
"So this is a man. It's so weird."
"Don't humans struggle with Fireball even at age ten? How'd he survive this long?"
They acted like I'd appeared from a nature documentary.
To witches without men, I was probably a national treasure.
Kids' natural lack of boundaries helped too.
'Though they're probably older or around my age anyway?'
Kirke and Medeia's mature figures had thrown me off.
Witch lifespans must not differ much from humans'.
Just their longevity and overwhelming magic talent created the perception gap.
"Um, Great Witch! Does that mean you two are married?"
"Of course. Kal is my one and only husband."
"So you're having kids together too?"
"Y-Yes."
"Whoa. I didn't know that was possible."
Kirke blushed at the unexpected question and answered.
They seemed purely innocent.
"It's kinda weird. Parents as a pair and all."
...Not a fat joke, definitely.
Witches reproduced via magic, so mother-daughter bonds were the norm.
After that, the witches bombarded us with questions.
"Humans farm by hand, right?"
"Gasp! Really?! Why not use golems?"
"The human world doesn't have dragon teeth."
"Whoa. It's like real countryside."
They chattered on for a while before leaving.
Looking back, they'd talked more than we had.
"...Sorry about that. Must've been tiring dealing with them."
"Nah, the kids were cute."
"Kids, huh. Hehe! Not wrong there."
Honestly, considering Medeia's reaction, I'd braced for "How dare this thief steal our Great Witch!" vibes.
They seemed to like me, which was a relief.
"I figured as much, but they're way more interested in me than expected."
"Witches are curious by nature. We're all mages and scholars at heart."
Mages tend to be insatiably curious.
The types to rush toward a lightning strike pondering why it hit there.
Of course, interests vary by person.
Mine ran especially toward female bodies and sex.
"So they'll all wonder what kind of guy you are. Men are uncharted territory for witches."
"I came prepared for the attention."
The only man in an all-female village.
If this world skewed a different genre, I'd be in danger.
Tied to a bed and reverse-ravished? Wouldn't bat an eye.
Luckily, witches' sexual knowledge was limited—no such incidents.
Besides, who'd dare touch the Great Witch's husband? Not some adulterous elf.
"As long as I have you, Kirke, even hell's fine by me."
"D-Don't say such embarrassing things out loud! What if someone hears?!"
Kirke flushed and tried to cover my mouth.
"Oh? So it's okay in the bedroom then?"
"Then... I'd like you to... as often as possible..."
Her voice trailed off into a mumble.
She was so lovable, I pulled her into a hug without thinking.
"Th-That's why I said hold back on stuff like this!"
"Just push me off with magic if you really mind."
"...How could I do that to my husband?"
I often tied her up during sex until she begged.
No woman compared to my wife.
Deep down, she loved it—that's why she allowed it.
A woman who could kill me with a flick, reduced to helplessness? Thrilling.
"A-Anyway, let's keep touring the village."
The brief hug ended, and Kirke started walking again.
I followed, slyly wrapping an arm around her waist.
This time, she leaned her head against me without protest.
After that, we continued around the village, greeting more witches.
We stopped at a café Medeia frequented.
Browsed shops selling magic gear.
Lounged by the central fountain.
One thing stood out: the witches' village was highly advanced.
My old territory was a magic hub, but it paled in comparison.
'Guess it's the sheer gap in magic prowess.'
After a casual tour, we headed to the outskirts.
"Truth be told, we need to check the outskirts more carefully than the inner village."
"Really?"
"Kids playing could cause accidents, or outsiders might intrude."
Personally, I doubted anyone could breach the witches' layered barriers.
Or that any lunatic would attack them.
Still, Kirke's vigilance was right for a leader.
All threats stem from complacency.
'That's beside the point, though.'
Time for my job.
I checked for onlookers, then grabbed Kirke's plump ass firmly.
"Ahn♥"
A familiar lewd moan escaped Kirke's lips.
The well-trained bitch's automatic response.
"Hmph!"
She clapped a hand over her mouth, startled, scanning around.
Confirming no one, she shot me a glare.
"W-What are you doing suddenly outside?"
"Huh? Didn't you tempt me first? Thought you brought me to this secluded spot on purpose."
"Wh-Who would think something so lewd... ahn!"
I hugged her tight to prevent escape, kneading her ass relentlessly.
The dough-like texture was pure bliss.
"Haa... mm... B-But really, out here—anyone could come..."
"Should I stop then?"
"......"
Her mouth fretted no, but her heart raced for outdoor sex.
'Pretending otherwise, but she's a lewd masochist at heart.'
Kirke originally loved being forced.
I could push harder here.
"Wearing such slutty clothes—I've wanted to fuck you nonstop."
"Nng... ahn... wait... hnn♥"
Holding her firm, I lightly teased her ass, waist, back, and nape.
She could pry me off with magic but didn't.
Instead, she twitched, sinking into pleasure bit by bit.
"Don't dodge. Open your mouth."
"Ah..."
Kirke's dazed expression obeyed, parting her small lips.
Our mouths met, and we dove into a familiar kiss.
"Mmm... slurp... pwah... mmph..."
We sucked lips, tangled tongues, shared saliva.
Pleasure bloomed from tongue tips, heightening arousal.
'Her breath's definitely rougher than usual.'
Excited, her breaths came quick and hot.
Even cool, her rising body heat was palpable.
-Srrk. Squish...♥
Kirke's arms wrapped naturally around my neck.
Bodies pressed tighter, her huge breasts squishing delightfully.
"Haa... mm... squeeze..."
Kirke's switch had fully flipped.
Forgetting anyone might see.
She clung eagerly, lost in the kiss.
'A married couple kissing? We could play it off.'
But what came next?
I kept kissing while naturally stripping her.
The revealing dress slipped off effortlessly.
A few motions, and Kirke was naked.
Her lewd, perfectly curved body welcomed me.
'What a body. Never gets old.'
Breasts bigger than her head, protruding perfect birthing hips.
Having such a body in my arms brought immense satisfaction.
"Pwah...!"
We broke the kiss.
But my caresses didn't stop.
My hands naturally found her exposed breasts.
-Squish... squish...
"Nng... hnn... mm!"
Supreme softness and firmness yielded in my grasp.
Breasts only I could see, only I could touch.
Kneading them melted away stress, lifted my mood.
"Ahng...♥ Like that... haa..."
A higher moan slipped from Kirke.
Kissed and aroused, her nipples stood stiff.
"W-Wait... the breasts... hnn..."
"No dodging now after flaunting these slutty tits."
Of course, I'd do as I pleased anyway.
I circled areolae and nipples gently from the center.
Kirke's waist buckled almost immediately from pleasure.
"Haa...! Haa...! Nn! Breasts...! S-Slowlyyy...! Ahng!"
"Just getting started. Hold it together."
"N-No...! More sensitive than usual... feels too good...!"
She climaxed from breast play alone.
Normally sensitive to my touch, but not this much.
'Definitely hyped from the outdoor thrill.'
The Great Witch, revered by all, top mage.
A pervert loving outdoor play.
Wonder what faces the witches would make knowing.
"Cum for me."
"Hnnnggg...!"
Kirke shuddered, head thrown back in a massive breast orgasm.
It'd been less than ten minutes since we started in the woods.