Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: The Woman Before You Is a Witch Over 300 Years Old
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The one standing before you is a witch who's lived for over three hundred years.
After giving me that blowjob, Medeia slipped her clothes back on.
Maybe it was because she was so stunning, with those massive tits.
Even just throwing on a white blouse looked like a photoshoot.
'Damn, I just came, and I'm already getting hard again.'
If I married a woman like this, I'd be Captain America.
I could go all day, every day.
'If she flashed those tits at me like before and sucked my cock like crazy, I'd be popping boners nonstop and ready to knock her up anytime.'
But instead, why'd it have to be some three-hundred-year-old hag?
The further the carriage rolled, the darker my future looked.
Screeech!
Just then, the carriage came to an abrupt halt.
'Y-Yeah! Even you get how I feel, huh, carriage? You're a real stud!'
"Looks like there's trouble outside."
Nope.
Then again, a witch-made carriage couldn't possibly be that horny.
"Even this top-of-the-line model has issues?"
"The carriage itself is fine. There's just an obstacle in the way."
To check it out, we climbed down from the carriage.
Standing there was a horde of orcs.
Dozens of them.
'Monsters live around here like anywhere else, huh.'
Witches were a small clan by nature.
No matter how skilled in magic, wiping out every monster in the forest would be tough.
"Snort! Snort! Grah!"
One orc pointed at us and bellowed something.
"What are those orcs saying?"
"They want me to shove my massive cock in their hole."
"Wait, that's bad! How are you so calm?"
"They're the ones getting it shoved in, not me."
What the hell kind of nonsense is this?
"But it's weird. Males don't have holes."
"...They've got assholes."
"You mean shove it in there? Why?"
It was way too urgent a situation to explain the joys of anal to this ice-cold witch.
Me? I'm always the one doing the fucking, never the one getting fucked.
"Anyway, this is bad. Surely the mystical, amazing witch has some special spell to get us out of this?"
"None."
Medeia stated flatly.
"As I said, I'm only half-baked. Dealing with about ten orcs is my limit."
"...That's still impressive as hell."
Ten orcs was beyond what any human could imagine.
But not nearly enough to feel safe with this many.
"Of course, a pathetic inferior race... excuse me. Someone as magically inept as our guest couldn't manage it either."
"You've been lowballing me all day."
"Then can you fight?"
"...Maybe five."
"Sigh."
Damn. Even that gets me called a genius anywhere else.
Witch standards for magic are way too strict.
"Can't we just ram through with the carriage?"
"This one's for transport, not combat. One axe would smash it."
She brought me in something that fragile?
I'm not some delicate newlywed bride.
"No choice, then."
Medeia sighed.
"Get back in the carriage. I'll switch it to forced auto-drive."
"You said one axe would wreck it."
"I'll buy us some time somehow. If we're lucky, we'll make it."
...So she's saying she'll sacrifice herself so I can escape?
Hell yeah, I'd be grateful.
"Why go that far for a stranger like me?"
"You're the Great Witch's groom. I have a duty to protect you."
Professional daughter-in-law vibes.
I don't hate that mindset.
Especially when it's coming from a beauty with perfect tits and hips.
"Nah, can't let you do that. Whatever it takes, we'll fight together."
Medeia blinked at me in surprise.
"...Pardon, but are you insane?"
"I don't abandon women who've sucked my dick."
I still hadn't groped those tits or fucked that pussy.
Can't hand a top-tier babe like this over to orcs.
Might as well make every witch in the world mine while I'm at it.
"Who knows? The two of us might pull off a miracle."
"Or you might get an orc cock up your ass."
"Yeah. Then I die, end of story~"
Medeia stared at me again, then nodded.
"Fine. Just make sure to preserve the lower half even if you lose your arms."
"Haha! Can't lose my massive cock!"
I stepped forward first, channeling my magic.
'This is straight-up crazy. But a genius human mage and a half-baked witch duo might pull it off.'
Then I prepared my strongest spell.
Normally, this'd be the part where I fight cool, and the witch falls for me.
...Too bad this isn't that kind of story.
"Hell Flame."
KABOOOOOM!
A massive pillar of fire erupted from somewhere.
The roaring flames incinerated dozens of orcs in an instant.
The sheer heat knocked even me, standing far back, flat on my ass.
"...What the hell?"
This wasn't magic anymore.
One whole side of the forest was gone, reduced to ashes.
'This is... magic like I know it?'
That was more like an airstrike. No, a catastrophe.
Is this what magic is in the witch world?
Power far beyond humans.
I get why long-lived races like them are held in such awe despite their small numbers.
"I came just in case, and it looks like I was right. Things got dicey, huh?"
A seductive voice drifted over as someone approached.
I turned, and there stood a knockout beauty.
She glanced at me sprawled on the ground and murmured softly.
"Oh, you're the one..."
But her words didn't register.
All my senses and cells were too busy devouring her insanely hot body.
'Holy shit, what a body.'
Her low-cut black dress showcased the deep cleavage unique to huge tits.
The subtle side slit revealed sensual thighs.
The outfit left her breathtaking, perfect figure on full display.
'Isn't that body with that outfit straight-up cheating?'
The clingy dress hugged her tiny waist and flared hips.
Her thighs looked even sexier thanks to the fabric, and her navel stood out sharp.
It was the ultimate outfit and figure to ignite male fantasies and get dicks hard.
'And she's gorgeous.'
I'd stake my life: the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
Beauty beyond pretty—goddess-level.
With a decadent allure adding mature, grown-up charm.
"Haa... As expected of Lady Kirke. So cool today too."
Medeia gazed at the witch in ecstasy.
Using honorifics, so she must be high up.
Yeah, obvious at a glance.
'Witches have some killer babes.'
Two met, both with insane bodies.
Statistically, that's 100%.
"Hehe. How long you gonna sit there staring at my hand?"
"Ah, thank you."
The new witch offered her hand and helped me up.
Pretty and busty means sweet too, huh.
Those huge tits must be sacks of maternal love.
"And thank you for the save. You literally saved my life. I'll remember this favor in the name of the mage."
"No need to be so formal. Just did what anyone would."
The witch eyed the orc remains—not even corpses left.
"Witches rarely venture outside the village. This forest is ours, but not our territory. Should've realized monsters might be here."
Every time she turned, those impossibly huge tits jiggled.
Gravity pulled my gaze there nonstop.
"Almost got our guest hurt. Glad you made it safe."
"Thank you. I'm Kal of the Mars family. If it's not rude, may I have your name?"
"Ah... Right. You wouldn't know."
The witch nodded with a meaningful smile.
Even that smile was so beautiful, my heart fluttered.
'She's ridiculously sexy.'
Witches like this everywhere?
Why the hell do I have to marry a three-hundred-year-old grandma?
Injustice bringing tears to my eyes.
"My name is Kirke."
Her alluring pink lips formed the words.
"As head of the witch clan, I hold the title of Great Witch."
"......"
My brain froze like I'd been hit by magic.
"Uh, wait, so."
They say shock turns people dumb.
That was me right now.
"I heard the witch clan's Great Witch is over three hundred."
"Mm... Yes. Regrettable for you, perhaps. But not that old."
Not about old or young anymore?
Three hundred forty-two with that wrinkle-free, taut skin?
"If you'll pardon, Lady Kirke doesn't look anywhere near that age..."
"What do you mean? I look older than Medeia over there, don't I?"
True.
But not old—more mature.
Bluntly: the huge-titted hottie vibe made her hotter.
"Us humans age after sixty. Hard to believe a flawless face like that at three hundred."
"Ah~ You humans don't know much about our race, do you?"
The Great Witch smiled brightly.
Like she'd heard a fun story from a kid.
"We long-lived folk don't age. No matter the years, we keep our youthful looks."
Felt like getting smacked in the back of the head with a tit.
I'd imagined a grandma for a three-hundred-plus Great Witch.
But really, eternally youthful fertile female?
"So this beautiful you."
A miracle I couldn't believe.
No, a blessing—my voice shook.
"Is my bride...?"
"D-Don't say it so bluntly. It's embarrassing."
The three-hundred-year-old grandma.
The great, beautiful, magic-master Great Witch.
No—my wife blushed shyly.
'Hah... That psycho family head.'
Thanks a ton, seriously. Four NTR vids? What're those?
With the mother-daughter threesome special, make it ten.
She'll be bawling tears top and bottom for sure.