Chapter 72
Chapter 72
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: The New Woman Has Handles at 500
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I walked alone through the forest.
There was no Kirke, who was always with me, and no Medeia attending to me.
"A guest at this timing, and a dragon no less."
Dragons apparently weren't easy guests even for witches.
The moment they heard she was coming, everyone—including Kirke—had gotten busy.
It was already a huge deal just knowing it was a dragon.
And if she was a being who'd lived over five hundred years, it was only natural.
'Living with such long-lived species must be numbing my sense of time.'
Five hundred years...
Kirke and Diana were quite senior to me from my perspective.
But this dragon was older than the history of an entire nation.
She'd lived through that much time, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of existence she was.
'And it's that famous dragon. Fitting for witches—their guests are on another scale.'
There wasn't much known about dragons.
They were so few in number that they only appeared in legends.
And since they showed zero interest in the human world, encounters were rare.
The only thing generally known was that they were transcendent beings with exceptional magic.
At the very least, they couldn't be considered ordinary creatures.
'They're usually said to have insane magical prowess and live surrounded by piles of gold and jewels.'
Anyway, she was definitely an extraordinary being.
I could see the witches bustling about because of her, after all.
It was more hectic than when Diana had come for trade talks.
'Or put another way, the witches might actually be more impressive for maintaining proper relations with a dragon like that.'
If the dragon had overwhelming power, she could dominate the witches.
Yet she was coming as a guest... which meant even from the dragon's view, the witches were no pushovers.
The witches' magical prowess was indeed sky-high.
Well, the dragon was probably on a similar level—definitely not inferior.
"Anyway, looks like I'm on my own for a while."
I couldn't exactly ask for sex or study sessions amid all that.
Thanks to it, I ended up studying magic by myself.
'Eh, it's fine. I've been wanting to experiment solo anyway.'
I stopped in the middle of an empty clearing in the forest.
Today, I planned to do some serious magic training here.
I'd practiced fine control plenty under Kirke's guidance before.
Today, I'd go for rougher, wider-range spells.
"Alright, starting with the binding spell I've gotten good at."
I drew up my mana and formed it into magical ropes.
It was the spell I used most often to tie up Kirke.
Since I used it frequently and focused on making it hard to break, it had become almost a specialty.
"As expected, anything tied to sex levels up fast."
I manipulated the ropes using the mana infused in them.
They flew like snakes or bounced nimbly.
I shot the rope at a nearby tree.
It wrapped around in an instant, binding the trunk tight.
'If I add some more complex movements here—'
The rope moved even more flashily and swiftly this time.
Soon, it squeezed the entire log from all sides.
The so-called turtle-shell binding from Japanese AVs.
"Hmm. It works fine."
My magic skill was solid, even by my own standards.
But since the target was a tree instead of a woman, it lacked excitement.
No matter how you slice it, I couldn't fuck a tree.
If it turned into a slim beauty with light green bobbed hair, maybe.
"Would've been better on Kirke or Diana."
This was when I really missed my elf fuckbuddy.
Her absence felt especially poignant today.
"Well, I'm here for magic training today."
After that, I tested various spells I'd learned or developed myself.
Forcing shield mana to compress and explode into telekinesis-like shockwaves.
Extremely fixing 'speed' and 'movement' in wind spell formulas to create pseudo-gravity crushes.
Using alchemy to instantly freeze water, then clashing it with fire magic to make mist—a pseudo double-cast.
"...I was shocked from the theory alone, but this is incredible."
All the magic I'd used so far had been fake.
That was just formula-chanting.
This was true 'magic'.
It wasn't merely strengthening spells or creating new ones.
Taking fully established, perfect magic...
And applying it to produce entirely different effects.
Analyzing each circuit, understanding efficiency and principles.
Then reconstructing them to invent new magic.
Simple in words, but on the level of disassembling a computer to build a robot.
The witches had formalized this into magical knowledge over centuries.
To them, it was magic developed decades ago.
From a human perspective, it was revolutionary—far ahead of its time.
'Just releasing my current knowledge into human society could be a historical turning point.'
I was enjoying it all comfortably through Kirke.
What else could this be but a gift from the heavens?
"Kuuh, ancestors forever. Kirke forever and ever."
My realm had risen quite a bit.
At least, I could now mimic every spell I'd learned in theory.
It was rewarding progress from all the study and practice.
"Add elf archery and spirit arts on top, and practically no human could beat me."
I reviewed a few more spells I'd learned.
Studying didn't even feel like a chore, honestly.
Discovering and mastering new magic was always fun.
"Fuuu!"
It was after I'd mastered most of them and wiped my sweat.
"Hmm... A lowly human practicing magic? It looks cute, like a child's play."
Suddenly, a woman's voice echoed from the forest.
"Huh?"
I turned my head, feeling puzzled.
During the wedding, every witch had learned I was Kirke's husband.
And as the only man, there was no way they wouldn't recognize me.
That was why every witch used honorifics with me.
Positionally, I was the Great Witch's husband.
But this one not only didn't know me—she naturally demeaned humans?
'Either a massive hikikomori or not a witch.'
I soon spotted the voice's owner and grew even more certain.
No—stronger still was another thought.
'Whoa~ damn. Check out that figure? Whoever she is, it's pregnancy-optimized perfection.'
Breasts bigger than her head, brimming with maternal allure.
A cinched waist flowing down, contrasting sharply with her prominently flared hips.
She was the picture of a slender beauty.
Even I let out an involuntary gasp of admiration.
'Now I've got a full lineup for eye candy. A woman with a body this lewd never fails to impress.'
No, beyond that—this woman was undeniably a knockout.
She gave off the same vibe as when I'd first seen Kirke, Diana, or Medeia.
Any man catching sight of those lascivious tits, ass, and thighs would instantly think of sex.
Anyway, this stunning beauty approached me.
'Okay, body ogling time over.'
My mind regained its calm as I assessed the situation.
Though it was my first time seeing her, I surprisingly knew who she was.
That was because two striking horns protruded from her head.
'So this is the dragon Kirke mentioned.'
I wondered why the human form, but stories of dragons polymorphing were common.
'...No clue why she can't hide the horns, though.'
Dragons were supposed to excel at magic.
Was polymorphing such a high-difficulty spell that even they struggled?
'No, setting that aside—why is a dragon in this forest?'
As far as I knew, this path led to human territory.
The opposite direction from her supposed nest where the red dragon lived.
Common sense said a dragon shouldn't appear from that side.
'No way... she got lost?'
The possibility flashed through my mind, but I dismissed it.
A famous dragon like her wouldn't get lost.
Of course not.
She'd probably detoured farther since she was already out.
Dragons had no obligations, so they were free as birds.
"Truly, that mana level... Pfft! Not even child's play."
Above all, that distinctive arrogant expression sealed it.
It even looked beautiful, thanks to her beauty and figure.
"Hmm? Why are you staring so intently at this body? Without even a greeting."
"My apologies. I was so overcome by the sight of such a noble being that my body froze."
I promptly dropped to one knee and offered proper courtesy.
Despite appearances, I was raised in a noble house.
I had etiquette for dealing with highborn drilled into me.
If the woman before me was truly a dragon... she was far nobler—and more dangerous—than any nation's king.
"I've heard your name before, but I never imagined you'd be this beautiful. I'm at a loss with the honor of beholding that beauty. I apologize for staring entranced."
"Huhu! No need for such flattery. Plenty have been overwhelmed by this body before."
"I am most grateful. It's a human shortcoming, so it would be my utmost honor if such a great one viewed it indulgently."
"A human with fine silver tongue. Very well—this body permits your gaze."
"Thank you, noble one."
I rose after sufficient greetings.
It felt a bit over the top, but it couldn't hurt.
I had no idea of her power or personality.
Plus, she'd explicitly permitted ogling those epic tits?
She said it was fine, so I stared openly, drinking in those milk tanks to my heart's content.
'Scoring points with a dragon for a few words? Cheap.'
Anyway, I'd met a heavyweight among heavyweights.
This was the dragon the witches were preparing to receive.
Well, that wasn't the important part right now.
'A beauty like that with handles too? No way I can pass.'
Looks like I'd added one more woman to bang.
Three hundred, two hundred—no big deal.
Five hundred? Same story.
Especially on a woman with tits and handles that size.