Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Diana's Frustration
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A little time passed.
"Hoo."
Elf Diana stepped out of the bedroom, opening the door.
Through the gap in the door, her husband lay asleep on the bed.
She looked like she'd just finished having sex, dressed only in her underwear.
Her voluptuous figure—one that would make any man weak—bathed fully in the moonlight.
But Diana walked with a look of boredom or annoyance, slumping carelessly onto a nearby seat.
"...What the hell? Cumming before your wife even gets to feel anything?"
Soon, complaints aimed at her husband slipped from her cherry-like lips.
Right now, she was seriously displeased with her husband.
To be precise, the sex they'd just had was utterly unsatisfying.
'Better if I'd stayed in the Witch Territory.'
Diana had safely returned to the elf forest with the magic arrow.
After wrapping up her long business trip, she took a brief rest.
She'd wanted to head straight back to the witch village.
But she still had matters to handle here, so she couldn't.
She had to explain the Great Witch Kirke's marriage and all sorts of details from there.
Reluctantly, she'd decided to stay a few more days in the elf village.
Naturally, that meant reuniting with her husband after so long.
'...If I'd known it'd be like this, I shouldn't have bothered.'
Truth be told, Diana hadn't even planned on sleeping with her husband.
She knew what his dick was like, so she figured it'd be pointless anyway.
But after days on the road, her body had heated up unbearably.
The only man around to relieve it was the husband right in front of her.
'...It didn't work out in the end.'
She'd gone through with sex, but it had been disappointing in every way.
Her husband saw his wife after such a long time.
Even seeing Diana dolled up extra provocatively, his reaction was lukewarm.
That passive attitude wounded a woman's pride once.
Then cumming first before she even got into it doubled the irritation.
Far from climaxing, she hadn't even felt much, leaving her aroused body still burning.
'Even so, 3 minutes? 3 minutes!'
He wasn't some rabbit—why did it end so damn fast?
And after cumming once, his dick showed no sign of getting hard again.
Kal's dick stayed rock-hard for over three hours.
Even after multiple creampies, it held up fine enough to knock a woman out first.
Honestly, the comparison was so stark it was embarrassing to call them the same species.
Did this herbivore elf feel nothing even looking at tits and ass as magnificent as mine?
'...Did Kal know it'd turn out like this and just let me go?'
Kal had said it was fine to sleep with her husband once she returned to the elf forest.
No, he'd even encouraged her to try it.
Said she'd understand the reason once she did.
At first, it'd secretly hurt her feelings.
But now that she'd tried it, she totally got it.
'Way too comparable to Kal...'
Having experienced it, she now realized just how awful sex with her husband was—body and soul.
Everything about Kal blew it away.
Before, it had just been somewhat unsatisfying.
Now, sex with her husband brought no feeling at all.
She'd shaken her hips, even thrown in dirty talk.
But not long after, her husband finished first.
"...I didn't expect the difference to be this big."
Maybe because it'd been right after sex with her husband, but Kal's prowess felt even more vivid.
His big, long dick reached spots her husband never could.
His expert technique drove her pussy insane.
And his confidence and attitude that made women melt? Need anything said?
"Haa..."
Just imagining it had her breathing hot and heavy.
More exciting than her husband's body and erection right there before her.
Just fantasizing about sex with Kal aroused her further.
"Is this what they mean by your tongue getting ruined from eating only the tastiest, sweetest things?"
If she hadn't known Kal's dick and sex, maybe it would've been fine.
But after supreme pleasure, her husband's felt so lacking.
Now her body couldn't be satisfied without that man's dick.
How could she forget that thrilling, addictive sex?
A female submitting to it was only natural.
"...No wonder the Great Witch is head over heels for that guy."
Wish she could've claimed him.
Well, then she never would've met him to begin with.
That damn Great Witch was probably enjoying blissful sex with him right now.
Just thinking about it boiled her with jealousy.
"Fuck. I wanna get fucked like that too. I could give him this pussy anytime."
Of course, that didn't change her current situation in the elf village.
Thinking of that man only made her pussy itch more.
"Ahh..."
In the end, Diana couldn't hold back and started fingering her pussy herself.
Even her fingers felt nowhere near as good as Kal's.
But right now, she needed something or she'd lose it.
'Why the hell does even fingering myself feel better with him...'
Diana grumbled inwardly as she kept moving her fingers.
What she pictured for her fap material went without saying: sex with Kal.
The male who collared her, casually ordering her into depraved acts.
A stud born to dominate women.
-Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ah... hng... haat!"
The longer she masturbated, the more frantic her fingering became.
Like that, she pleasured herself fantasizing about her fuckbuddy.
Even as she did, her desire to hurry up and fuck Kal kept swelling.
****
I'd begun formally learning magic from Kirke.
The efficiency was incomparable to self-study.
It felt like all the vague knowledge was suddenly centering on the crucial parts.
The smooth progress was mostly thanks to Kirke.
'Kirke doesn't just wield magic well—she understands it on a profound level.'
She had a perfect grasp of magic's principles and fundamentals.
Her explanations outshone any lecture I'd ever heard.
This must be why everyone seeks out exceptional mages as teachers.
Even tricky parts cleared up with one question.
-"Huh? It doesn't work? Why? You just do it."
...Of course, issues cropped up sometimes.
It stemmed from perception gaps due to Kirke's insane talent.
The witches were a tribe of magic geniuses.
And among them, Kirke was the renowned Great Witch.
There was an innate gap between her and a human like me.
Her comprehension was beyond what mere effort could bridge.
'Even I grew up hearing I was a genius among humans.'
Despite learning witch magic all this time, the gap hadn't narrowed at all.
Maybe I should've been born a witch?
Ah, but then no dick. Can't have that.
"So, setting the circuit in reverse here is more efficient. Got it?"
"Yes. It's the opposite of elemental magic. No need for circuit reinforcement."
"Exactly. Flip it for interference effects, even spell-stealing..."
Anyway, I learned magic from Kirke again today.
She seemed to genuinely enjoy teaching me.
Such a gentle personality must be why all the witches respected and followed her.
"Hmm, you're a quick study. Kal, you've got real talent for magic."
"...Hearing that from a witch makes me jealous."
"Hehe! Can't help species differences. Like humans not being able to fly."
Kirke beamed at me.
For reference, we were studying on the bed.
I sat hugging her from behind where she sat.
Kirke leaned lightly against my chest.
'This feels so couple-like. Though we're already married.'
Like a couple chilling on the weekend watching YouTube.
We usually studied seriously at a desk.
But sometimes we'd chat casually about magic like this.
For witches, magic wasn't some academic pursuit—it was everyday life itself.
I'd gradually soaked in that vibe, making this feel natural too.
Of course, even these moments were hugely helpful for a human like me.
I'd even gained insights from such light conversations.
'And studying while enjoying Kirke's pretty, soft body makes it even better.'
For reference, Kirke wore a white spaghetti-strap top that showed off her cleavage.
Paired with dolphin pants that bared her thighs completely.
The classic live-alone girlfriend look.
A style I'd made her wear because I liked it.
'Having this sexy body in my arms is such a thrill.'
And she taught me kindly like an older sister figure.
Kirke really might be a gift from the heavens—a perfect bitch.
Unthinkingly, I reached out and groped her breast.
"So putting mana here amplifies i... ah... hmm...."
Kirke let out a soft moan but didn't stop me.
Skinship like this was nothing between us now.
'With only us in the room, that probably helps.'
I kept playfully kneading her breast as I listened to her explanation.
It felt just like casual everyday touching.
Like mindlessly groping your girlfriend's ass while gaming.
'Intense sex is great, but this light stuff has its own fun.'
Above all, Kirke's breasts always felt amazing to touch.
This size and softness never got old, no matter how much I fondled them.
-Squish... squish...
This lump of flesh deforming freely in my hand.
How could a woman's tits feel so damn good?
"Hoo... ng... so here, you channel mana properly..."
Kirke tried to keep explaining amid the faint pleasure.
I listened intently while fiddling with her breast.
Then my hand slipped fully inside her clothes.
Over her bra to fondle her bare tit directly.
"Haang!"
Finally, a lewd moan burst from Kirke's lips.
I kept kneading regardless.
In the end, Kirke turned her head to look at me.
"Ahng... Kaaal...♥ Even so, groping like that...♥"
"It's fine. Keep explaining."
"No way I can explain in a situation like th... ahng!"
A light nipple pinch drew a naughty moan from Kirke.
I'd meant to keep it to just breasts, but now I was getting aroused.
Smooth.
I slid one hand down toward her dolphin pants.
Rubbing her pussy gently over her clothes.
"Haa... it's so stuffy there..."
I could've slipped right into her panties, but I held back.
Teasing her like this would make her ache more.
"Eut... haa...!"
Her breaths came hotter and rougher than before.
The mood for lessons was gone now.
Not that I could focus anyway.
"Kaal...♥"
Finally, Kirke set the book aside and turned fully toward me.
Her face had switched completely to sex mode.
Her pretty, kiss-craving face drew right in.
"Kirke-nim, excuse me during your les—"
That's when the door opened and someone entered.
It was her attendant maid—and adopted daughter—Medeia.
She clearly hadn't expected lewd stuff during a lesson.
Medeia froze solid upon seeing us.
"Sorry. My mistake."
"N-No! It's fine!"
Kirke hurriedly stopped Medeia, who was frantically closing the door to retreat.
If she left like this, Kirke might bury herself in the sheets from shame.
"Wh-what is it?"
Kirke feigned composure, straightening her clothes as she asked.
Not that it mattered—her outfit was revealing to begin with, and her aroused breaths gave her away.
"...Morgan says she's coming."
Medeia answered, pretending not to notice Kirke's state.
This time, my head tilted.
"Who's Morgan?"
"A red dragon over 500 years old who lives nearby."
"Oh... ho."
A dragon.
The 300-year-old Great Witch and 200-year-old elf had been surprising enough.
Now a straight-up fantasy creature appeared.