Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Even Married Women Want Only Me
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Kirke thought the sun was going to rise in the west today.
The elf Diana, who always nitpicked everything.
For some reason, she was beaming and nodding enthusiastically.
"Alright. Let's wrap up the magic arrow business here."
"...Are you sure that's okay?"
"Yes, I've checked everything, and the arrows are all perfect now. The witches' skills are top-notch, as expected~"
Diana's glowing praise continued.
Kirke shot her an even more suspicious look.
She could understand wrapping up the negotiations.
But going out of her way to compliment witch magic?
'This is the first time in decades.'
And it was coming from that Diana, who'd been picking fights at every turn this time.
What on earth had changed her mind?
"Why the sudden change in evaluation?"
"You fixed every single revision I suggested."
"Well... true."
"You met the conditions perfectly, so I'm satisfied. Isn't that just standard negotiation?"
...Logically, she had a point.
But hearing it from Diana, whom she'd pegged as the epitome of unreasonableness, felt off somehow.
'...I can't nitpick when she's saying everything's to her liking.'
There was something fishy, sure.
But the stalled deal was finally closing—that much was true.
So in the end, Kirke decided to take it at face value.
"Well, anyway, glad the deal went through smoothly."
"Yes. I'd rather the Great Witch not be too busy, myself."
"...? Since when did you think of me that way?"
"What, we're not strangers. Wouldn't it be nice to get along?"
More words that didn't sound like Diana at all.
Had she eaten something weird?
She might need a thorough checkup before leaving.
It'd be a disaster if a foreign envoy died of some illness.
"Oh, and about Kal."
"My husband?"
The topic of her husband sharpened Kirke's tone outright.
Especially with this elf involved.
But her next words softened Kirke's expression in surprise.
"He's got real talent with the bow. Impressive."
"I-Is that so."
"I thought humans had no aptitude for archery, but he picks it up so fast. Makes teaching him enjoyable."
"Hmm... yeah. Kal's smart, alright."
"Yes. And he's diligent, good-mannered too. Must make every day blissful with such a fine husband."
"Hmph! Well, yeah."
Kirke's pale cheeks flushed faintly.
Her expression and tone suggested it wasn't empty flattery.
"Where'd you even find a husband like that? I'm married too, but... makes me jealous."
"...Kal does have his exceptional sides. I feel it every day."
Unable to hold back, Kirke broke into a pleased smile.
She hadn't shared much about Kal even with her own witch kin.
So hearing praise for her husband from someone else—especially a fellow married woman—was a first.
Her beloved husband getting compliments.
And from someone in a similar position, calling it enviable...
Honestly, it felt pretty good.
'Even this picky elf sees Kal as that kind of man.'
Was this the kind of marital bond only couples could feel?
Kirke's shoulders lifted proudly for no reason.
"On the other hand... it's a shame."
"...What's a shame?"
"A bit more training, and his talent would bloom fully. But once I leave, who'll teach him?"
"That's... true."
Kirke pondered Diana's words.
Come to think of it, Kal had seemed pretty enthusiastic.
Diana wouldn't have taught elven archery on her own without being asked.
'I don't care what this elf thinks. But what about Kal?'
It showed Kal had a real hunger for learning.
If it ended halfway, wouldn't he feel disappointed too?
Images of Kal filled Kirke's mind.
Kal, eager to learn archery, left regretting the interruption.
Kal, staring blankly at his unused bow.
"Hmm."
For some reason, Kirke wanted to do anything for Kal.
He'd been dragged here because of her circumstances, after all.
That feeling had only grown stronger since she'd come to truly love him.
If Kal really wanted to learn archery...
She wanted to support him if possible.
"As a wife myself, a husband's happiness is a wife's happiness, right?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
Honestly, the concept was foreign to a witch with no marriage prospects, let alone men.
But she didn't want to lose to this elf on husbandly affection, so Kirke nodded firmly.
"In that sense, supporting and trusting your husband is the mark of a wise wife."
"...I see."
"Just my opinion, anyway."
Trusting and supporting one's husband as a virtuous wife.
It stung, but the elf was right.
'A wife with way more marriage experience under her belt is different.'
That she'd been screwing a young guy she'd just met for a few days.
And that she smirked seeing Kirke's reaction.
Kirke, oblivious, just nodded along.
Diana's and my plan was simple.
"Anyway, Diana needs to stay in the witch village. You agree, right?"
"Yeah. The elf village is too far. Can't come every time we fuck."
To keep fucking this elf and learn archery and spirit arts, she needed to be close.
Diana wanted to taste my cock over and over too.
"But there's no good reason. You're her husband, so maybe fine, but if I just hang around, I'm a freeloader."
"Then we make a reason."
A pretext for an elf like Diana to stay in this mansion.
That would solve everything.
"Diana, be my official archery teacher."
"Huh? I already am."
"Not just while you're here on business—officially."
Not killing time.
Staying here solely to teach me.
"I'd love that, but will the Great Witch allow it?"
Diana shrugged lightly, looking skeptical.
"You saw it. She gets murderously hostile just me being near you. Think she'll okay me as your official teacher?"
"Of course we'll need buildup for that."
Kirke would probably reject a sudden proposal like that.
She wouldn't like some outsider woman hanging around me.
'Kirke's sweet, but she's a woman. She's got jealousy.'
We needed to 'convince' her for that.
And build a foundation.
"Diana, praise me in front of Kirke."
"How?"
"I'm a genius with the bow. Shame you can't teach more. A little further and I'd master it. Kal seemed really disappointed. Like that."
"Oho~ Butter me up, huh."
"Yes. Kirke'll look favorably on me learning archery then."
Kirke was soft and indulgent with me.
Guilt from dragging me into a contractual marriage.
And I'd trained her into daily sex submission.
"Kirke's basically kind-hearted. If she feels indebted, she has to repay it."
"Hmm~ So I'm planting that idea."
"Then when I ask, she won't refuse."
"...What'd you even do out in the world? Pimp women and scam?"
"Fucked plenty of women, but lived as an upstanding mage noble."
"Tch! Still means you whored around."
Apparently that irked her.
Diana yanked my cheek.
"No more fucking other women. I'll overlook the Great Witch—she's your official wife and scary."
"You're screwing someone else's husband too—don't claim ownership."
"I'm your fuckbuddy. Doesn't that give me dibs on your cock?"
As she spoke, Diana tapped my dick with her hand.
Her lips curved in a sultry smile, her huge tits thrust forward slightly.
Natural seduction and touch.
Even appealing as a woman.
How could I hate this elf?
'Well, I'll keep fucking others anyway.'
Separate from that, I couldn't quit seducing women.
Medeia's virginity was mine, whenever.
Had to pamper the estate staff and maids I'd tamed back home.
The lord's daughter and wife were next on my list too.
"Anyway, be my hype woman as planned. Decides if you stay or not."
"Got it. I'll play along. But don't forget your role's key too."
Diana eyed me slyly, then whispered in my ear.
"Mess up, and I'll kidnap you to the elf woods. Do good. Fuu~"
She blew in my ear last.
Diana gazed at me with a naughty smile now.
'Damn. Shitty pussy, but seduction on point.'
Better handle this well.
Couldn't end up kidnapped as an elf sex toy.
'Not that I plan to fail.'
.
.
.
That was our chat last time.
Diana seemed to have followed my script perfectly.
'All that's left is me convincing her.'
With that thought, I entered Kirke's bedroom.
As always, for our nightly baby-making sex.
"Ah... you're here."
For once, Kirke was fully nude today.
Beautiful face leading to spread tits.
Plus that huge ass making my cock throb.
A body born for sex—no, sex incarnate. My reason flew out the window.
'Hmm, fuck her once first, then start.'
Persuasion would land better in her post-sex daze anyway.