Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: I'm the Only Man in the Witch's Village
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'So this is where the witch clan lives.'
A place no human in history had ever set foot in.
The witch realm, its very location unknown to the world.
Stepping into the witches' village filled me with a strange mix of emotions.
'We had to pass through so many magical barriers just to get here.'
Mist that robbed you of your sense of direction and sent you wandering in circles.
Perception barriers that hid what was really there and made you see only forest.
Even mana shields that physically blocked all access.
Layer upon layer of defenses against intruders.
If I hadn't been invited, I'd never have seen this place in my lifetime.
"What do you think? Impressions of the witches' village?"
The 300-year-old witch Kirke asked, her enormous breasts heaving with the words.
Beside her sat Medeia, her own massive chest modestly on display.
Two pairs of tits I wanted to shove my cock between right then and there.
Traveling with sexy witches like these made the journey anything but boring.
"It's overwhelming and fascinating at the same time. But surprisingly ordinary in some ways."
"Heh heh! Exactly. Even long-lived races are still living beings. Our ways aren't so different."
The village resembled any human one.
Just with far superior magic and craftsmanship.
"Are those dragon tooth soldiers farming over there?"
"Mm, yes. Great inventions—they handle all the farming once you give the orders."
Legends to humans.
Dragon tooth soldiers from ancient wars, tilling the fields.
'And there are dozens of them in sight alone...'
Unlike humans, dragon tooth soldiers worked tirelessly day and night.
A handful could easily support the labor needs of a small clan like the witches.
"Dragon bones must be common for witches, huh?"
"We trade often with quite a few dragons. We give them useful magic tools in exchange for bones like these."
Trading with dragons, revered as gods?
'Long-lived races really operate on another scale.'
With such vast resources, they devoted centuries to magic research.
No wonder the gap between them and humans was so vast.
"Kirke."
The quiet Medeia spoke up.
"We've arrived at the mansion."
"Ah, so we have."
The carriage stopped before a grand mansion that rivaled a palace.
Even bigger than my family's place, and we were local nobility.
After those two witches' tits and asses, this was the most overwhelming thing yet.
"What an enormous, lavish mansion."
"The Great Witch's home doubles as the village administrative center. Like a human king's palace."
So this place embodied the pinnacle of witch magic.
The more I heard, the more I realized I'd come somewhere extraordinary.
"Then, Medeia, show our guest to his room."
"Understood."
We crossed the garden and entered the mansion.
Kirke excused herself for some business and left.
Medeia guided me alone.
"You'll stay here from now on. If you'd like to move, there are plenty of rooms—just let me know anytime."
It was incredibly spacious and opulent.
Even I, used to noble life, was impressed.
"I'm marrying the Great Witch, but do husband and wife sleep in separate rooms?"
"Whatever makes you comfortable. We prepared this for our sudden guest."
In other words, I could dive into the marital bed anytime.
A room like this was convenient for me too.
'Everyone needs their personal space—husband's prerogative.'
The Great Witch would be busy during the day anyway.
Handle our own tasks in our rooms by day.
At night, I'd visit Kirke.
Wasn't this the carefree pleasure everyone dreamed of?
"You've traveled far—dinner first, or a bath?"
Probably too much to ask for her pussy right here.
Besides, I'd already gotten that blowjob service earlier.
"Bath first, then."
"Very well. This way."
The bathroom was huge and luxuriously appointed.
The tub and amenities were perfect.
'A clan of women—they must care a lot about bathing.'
I washed with warm water and sank into the tub.
The perfectly heated temperature melted my tension away.
"This is paradise."
On the way here, a beauty gave me head.
My wife, whom I'd thought a 300-year-old crone, turned out to be top-tier.
Just seeing those tits today was satisfaction enough.
'Once I'm clean, maybe tour the mansion.'
This was my new home, after all.
Should get a lay of the land, see what's what.
"Eh, first things first—relax."
I lounged in the tub, letting go completely.
Safety made a pleasant drowsiness creep in late.
"Pardon the intrusion."
Medeia's voice came then.
She entered the bathroom quite naturally.
"I've come to assist with your bath."
My eyes went wide.
I'd had bath attendants before.
Nobles getting served by maids was commonplace.
The problem was her outfit.
Medeia wore a black bikini.
'Damn, her lingerie was hot, but this works too.'
The black bikini suited her cool face and voluptuous figure perfectly.
Look at those absurd tits and protruding hips.
Even in the steaming tub, my cock hardened.
'That flashy yet casual vibe hits just right.'
Had she not considered her bust size?
The top strained, ready to burst any second.
The bottoms were the sexy string-pull type—easy off.
Beach-level invitation to fuck.
"Why the swimsuit all of a sudden?"
"Clothes would get soaked assisting a bath. This is more efficient."
Her logic left no room for argument.
'Even at my mansion, I'd have maids strip for bath duty.'
At that point, it was just an excuse anyway.
The goal was naked embraces and sex.
"I'll start with your back."
Medeia lathered a shower towel thickly.
She rubbed my back gently.
'Wish she'd use those tits to scrub instead.'
Too much for today—save it for later.
A busty beauty foaming up and rubbing her body against mine?
Irresistible.
"...Why is your cock hard again?"
"Can't help it with a beauty like you in a bikini."
I answered boldly.
Perfectly justifiable.
"Can't you drain it like before? Your soapy hands would do fine now."
"No. Save it for Kirke tonight."
I regretted not sating the surging lust immediately.
But thinking of the Great Witch's curves and virginity made restraint possible.
After the bath, I returned to my room and changed into fresh clothes.
Too soon to judge, but I'd adapt to this life fast.
"Great water. Didn't expect such a perfect hot bath right away."
"We can't skimp on hospitality."
Suddenly, Medeia said to me.
"...Your expression is much brighter now."
"Oh, is it?"
"You looked like you were on death row the whole trip."
'Back then, I thought my bride was some grandma.'
Like a horse led to slaughter.
If I'd known she was an E-cup bombshell, I'd have galloped here on a unicorn.
"Probably since meeting the Great Witch. You like her as a wife?"
"Ah... yeah, sure."
I'd hated the idea of a 300-year-old hag at first.
Her face and killer body changed my mind instantly.
Who wouldn't want that model-grade chest and hips?
'Can't say it's 'cause your Great Witch has an ass that won't quit.'
Medeia might tear my mouth like the Joker.
Vertically.
"The Great Witch is the world's top mage. Even as a fellow mage, I purely respect her."
Not a lie.
I did want to learn magic from her.
For my revenge.
"I see..."
Medeia blinked, surprised.
"Might be overstepping."
Her cool face softened a bit as she spoke.
"Kirke took you as her husband to bear heirs."
"I know."
Witches usually used magic for offspring.
But this Great Witch had some issue preventing it.
'Sexless kids from those maternal tits and perfect breeding hips? That'd be the real tragedy.'
Jackpot for me, though.
"...But I don't think that's all."
"Huh?"
"She truly wants you as her husband, to love each other. Don't think of it as being sold—love her as her husband."
I stared at Medeia for a moment.
"That's..."
I smirked.
"Overstepping and presumptuous."
I get her intent. I do.
But that's not for others to decide.
It's entirely up to my will and feelings.
"I appreciate your concern. You're good at your job too."
But this was different.
"Doesn't give you the right to meddle in our marriage."
"No. I do have the right."
Medeia said firmly.
"Because I'm the Great Witch's daughter."
"......?"
The shock hit like a hammer.
My new bride had a grown daughter?
That daughter sucked my dick?
Various thoughts crashed in.
'Oh, mother-daughter rice bowl.'
That was the highlight.
Mom and daughter side by side? Fuck 'em both.
Common knowledge in my line of work.