Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: 300-Year-Old Virgin (Important): First Night with the New Bride
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"Then, have a good time."
Medeia, who had escorted him to the Great Witch's bedroom, offered her parting words and vanished.
Her hips swayed enticingly with every step.
Look at that fabric clinging to her ass, outlining every curve.
Isn't this practically begging to get fucked?
'Someday, I'll make her straddle me and shake that ass on her own.'
He was tempted to grab Kirke's adopted daughter right there at the new bride's door, plant a kiss on her, and play out some adulterous fun.
But even he knew that was pushing it for their first night.
'If I tried that, Medeia would skewer me on a spit without a second thought.'
He hadn't even conquered his own bride yet.
Right now, it was time to focus on the wedding night ahead—and the sex.
'Man, fucking a goddess like her. Even I'm getting excited.'
It wasn't tension or worry.
This was pure anticipation at the thought of finally ravaging that insanely hot body to his heart's content.
'Ever since I first laid eyes on those hips, I've been dying to know what her pussy feels like.'
That's when it happened, just as he reached for the door.
Creeeak.
The door swung open on its own before he could even grab the handle or knock.
He thought maybe the witch's mansion had automatic doors, but no.
"Whoa, you came."
The Great Witch Kirke stood there, looking adorably shy.
'...Whoa.'
And she was already down to her underwear.
Her massive tits were on full display, draped over her bra like they were flaunting their size.
Her panties were so tiny they barely covered her pussy.
From her navel to her slender waist, down to her demurely pressed-together thighs.
She was the very incarnation of pure sex appeal.
No, this had to be the goddess of sex itself.
'Especially that shy look on her face—it's the killer.'
Her cheeks flushed bright red, her hands and expression screaming uncertainty.
Her eyes flickered with anxiety, her lips pursed in the cutest way.
No matter how inexperienced she was with men, wasn't this straight-up advertising "I'm a virgin"?
'I don't mind a bold slut either, but a shy girl like this gets a man even harder.'
And yet, she'd stripped down ahead of time to wait for her groom.
His new bride clearly had a natural talent for lewdness.
'Ah, I wanna grope those tits.'
Honestly, he wanted to barge in right then, grab those breasts, and get to it.
But he couldn't start their first time like that.
This was the moment to slowly build affection and draw her into sweet, vanilla sex.
"Wh-why are you staring like that?"
Kirke's voice trembled with nerves.
"I... I heard footsteps outside. But you weren't coming in."
"I was just steeling myself a bit. Mind if I come in?"
"O-of course."
He stepped into Kirke's room.
The Great Witch's bedroom was surprisingly simple.
No fancy decorations or clutter in sight.
A bookshelf with a few volumes, a desk.
A lavish bed, a wardrobe.
A window overlooking the village.
'Looks like it's really just used as a bedroom.'
Come to think of it, she had a separate office.
She must do most of her work elsewhere.
"Don't just stand there gawking—sit down comfortably."
"Ah, right. Pardon me."
They sat side by side on the bed.
Close enough that a slight turn of the head revealed the deep valley of Kirke's cleavage.
"Ugh..."
Her face stayed flushed the whole time.
She must have been incredibly tense.
And yet her outfit was so provocatively stimulating—the contrast was killer.
"You're more forward than I expected, anyway."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Didn't think you'd be waiting here naked."
"Well, that's... supposed to be done without clothes, right?"
Kirke started to explain, then blushed furiously and bowed her head.
"Huh? Doing what?"
"The thing... between a man and a woman..."
"Sex?"
"Y-yes! That!"
Was this really the head of a clan over 300 years old?
She seemed like an innocent noble lady fresh into adulthood.
Though her mature body was in a league of its own.
'Gonna have my work cut out teaching her everything.'
There was something so pure about a beauty too embarrassed to even say "sex."
That's what made defiling her all the more rewarding.
Nothing beat the satisfaction of turning a woman like this into a moaning bitch skewered on his cock.
"Anyway, sex is done naked, so I figured as the older one, I should strip first..."
Kirke trailed off, wrapping her arms around her massive breasts as if to cover them.
"But showing my bare body is still embarrassing..."
Damn, every word out of her mouth made him want to pounce, corrupt her, make her his.
At this point, tackling her, training her to his tastes, and dyeing her in his colors would be totally justified.
"Hey, no need to rush. We can take it slow."
"...You seem so relaxed, husband. It's frustrating."
"A man’s plenty satisfied just having a cute bride like you."
Truth be told, he wasn't nearly as relaxed as he seemed.
His dick was rock-hard already, screaming to rip off those panties and plunge into her pussy.
If Medeia hadn't drained him with that daytime blowjob, he might not have held out.
Kirke's body and allure had a magnetic pull on any man.
"Still, next time, stay dressed. There's fun in the undressing too, you know."
The thrill of peeling off layers, wondering what lingerie waited underneath.
Pure white innocence was great, sultry black was peak sexy, and gray panties soaked through with her wetness? Pure fantasy.
Watching the firm, untouched flesh of an inexperienced girl reveal itself bit by bit.
That was a pleasure unique to the moments before sex.
"...Fun in undressing? My husband’s quite the pervert, isn’t he?"
"Can’t help it with a pretty bride like Kirke right here."
"That’s why I said stop with the embarrassing talk."
She shot him a prim glare, but her ears were bright red.
Mouth said stop, but she was clearly eating it up.
'No woman alive hates being called young and pretty.'
And Kirke really was a stunner.
More beautiful than any woman he'd ever seen.
Those dreamlike tits, hips, and thighs could drive any man insane.
"I mean it. Maybe it’s the husband bias, but seeing your body makes it even harder to hold back."
Twitch!
He kneaded her plump thighs with his hand.
She jolted in surprise but didn’t pull away.
"...You seem pretty worked up yourself, Kirke. Ready to start?"
"W-wait just a bit. Let’s talk first, get to know each other..."
"We can save that for the afterglow."
"Mmph!"
He pulled Kirke close and pressed his lips to hers.
Their mouths overlapped for a moment, time slipping by.
He glanced to gauge her reaction.
Kirke's face was frozen in a mix of shock and arousal—adorably so.
Confirming that cute expression, he slipped his tongue inside.
"Ugh...!"
She panicked, trying to push him away.
He responded by hugging her even tighter.
"It's okay. Just leave everything to me."
"Ah..."
His tongue invaded her mouth for a deep, sticky adult kiss.
He licked every corner of her tongue, teasing the sensitive roof of her mouth.
Her tongue flinched and tried to flee each time.
He tangled his with hers, rubbing relentlessly to keep it pinned.
"Mmm... haa...! Slurp! Pwah!"
Honestly, Kirke was terrible at kissing.
She was completely at his mercy, like it really was her first time.
She didn’t even know how to breathe through it—her face grew redder by the second.
Tears of excitement glistened in her eyes.
'Great reaction.'
No skill to speak of since it was her first, but she was definitely feeling it.
As she started sinking into the kiss, he slid a hand to her waist.
Twitch!
Her body jerked at the sudden touch.
But she was too caught up in the kiss to resist much.
He stroked upward, naturally caressing her lower back.
Just that had her trembling nonstop.
'Virgins melt fast with a little petting during a kiss.'
His hand climbed higher until his fingertips brushed her bra.
He unhooked it deftly with just his fingers.
Sloosh!
'Holy...'
The clasp alone let her breasts swing downward heavily.
Unreal size and weight.
The dynamic bounce even moved him a little.
"Pwah...!"
Only then did he finally break the kiss.
A thin strand of saliva stretched between their parting tongues before snapping.
Kirke's expression was dazed, her mouth still parted to follow his lead.
They'd groped around so long during it.
Might've been a bit much for a virgin.
"How was your first kiss? Feel good?"
When bedding a woman, it was key to check in like this midway—keep the rhythm going while making her aware of her own pleasure.
Kirke snapped out of her haze at the question.
"It... was hard to breathe a little, but... it felt good."
"Glad to hear it."
"Eek!"
He grinned and pulled her even closer.
"Actually, I unhooked your bra during the kiss."
"Wha—! When?!"
She'd been so lost in it she hadn't even noticed.
Guess she'd really gotten into it.
Realizing her tits were fully exposed now, her face burned crimson.
He blocked her reflexive attempt to cover them with her arms.
Couldn't have that—the main event was starting.
"Kirke's breasts are gorgeous."
"You're just teasing me..."
"I'm serious."
Her tits were truly fantasy-level perfection.
Huge, pristine white mounds topped with pert light-pink nipples.
Less breasts, more artwork.
How would tits this big and heavy feel in his hands?
"Mind if I touch them?"
"Ah..."
He'd grope and creampie her regardless, but since it was their first night, courtesy called for asking.
"Th-that is..."
Kirke's body trembled faintly.
Too embarrassed to voice it.
She wavered—should she let a man touch her breasts for the first time?
But she gave a small nod.
'Finally getting to feel these top-tier tits.'
Permission granted.
He cupped Kirke's breasts with careful hands.
"Nngh...♥"
The magic left by his ancestors had activated.
The true conquest of the Great Witch had begun.