Chapter 89
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: After Bedding My Wife, Straight to the Next Woman
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‘This is... insane...♥’
Right before her eyes were still the witches she had to care for and guide.
Just a single sheet of thin glass separated them from the space beyond♥
And with only that between her and them, her hips were lifted high as her husband ravaged her wildly.
“Ohhh! Hoooh! Ooooh♥ So good...♥ Getting fucked by my husband right outside... I keep cumming non-stop...♥”
Her massive breasts pressed flat against the glass.
Her waist, lost in the throes of sex, arched halfway bent into a lewd line optimized for fucking.
She was the picture-perfect image of a woman utterly immersed in sex.
Something like this could never be shown to anyone else.
‘The kids are right there in front of me... and I’m feeling it so much while getting my pussy pounded...♥’
A deep sense of taboo arousal welled up in her chest.
That thrilling emotion pierced straight to her core, creating an even more intense wave of pleasure.
“Eut...! Heut...! Haah...♥ Ohhooo♥”
Those girls could never even imagine it.
That the Great Witch they revered was right in front of them, her pussy getting relentlessly stabbed as she climaxed.
“Hmm~ Nothing special. Let’s just go.”
“I told you, it’s just winter.”
The witches had already vanished, but their sex wasn’t over.
If anything, Kal’s thrusts grew even more ferocious.
The sharp sounds of his hips slapping against her ass and thighs filled the narrow space.
*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
“Ohhoook...♥ Cumming...♥ Getting doggy-fucked by my husband...♥ I keep going... ohhoooook...♥”
She lifted onto her tiptoes, thrusting her ass up as high as she could.
Despite her voice sounding tormented, her body instinctively offered her ass up perfectly for easier penetration.
“You like it that much? Where’d that confident look from earlier go?”
“Haa... haeut...! Hoot...! Haeut...! Eut”
She had no time to respond to Kal’s teasing words.
All she could do was present her ass and cum in rhythm with his cock.
But Kal showed no signs of stopping.
He ramped up the piston intensity for real.
“Haaaaaaaak! Ahhheung...! O, ohhoooongook...♥”
*Squelch! Thud! Pounding! Thud! Thud! Thud!*
Kirke’s mind went white as she came endlessly.
All while gazing at the ordinary street she ruled.
Right there in front of it, naked, lewdly drooling pussy juices.
“Nooo...! It’s too good...♥ I’m addicted now...♥”
“Finally being honest, huh.”
Her hips bucked wildly as she convulsed nonstop.
Her body was that of a bitch fully surrendered.
Her eyes glazed over, barely able to see; saliva dripped messily from her lips.
Her face etched with pleasure, she could only moan.
“Ohok! Hoooook♥ Ook♥ Ogoook...♥”
And so Kirke, locked in the perfect standing doggy position, enjoyed the sex and came countless times.
“Haa... haa...”
Kirke twitched atop the blankets, collapsed face-down.
Her spent body sprawled limply, as if she lacked even the strength to move.
Her skin was a mess of fluids from their sex.
Yet amid it all, her beautiful ass proudly displayed its size and allure.
‘Even her exhausted post-sex body is so damn sexy.’
The voluptuous woman’s body trembled faintly in the afterglow of climax.
It was one of my absolute favorite sights.
A woman with a model’s ass and huge tits.
Collapsed in submission to pleasure—it gave me that ultimate sense of conquest.
‘Anyway, the rotor worked fine, and so did the magic mirror. Glad everything’s functioning.’
Sorry, Kirke, but these magic tools weren’t made for you.
‘They’re purely for training Morgan.’
I planned to thoroughly train the dragon Morgan and turn her into my personal cocksleeve.
A dragon who’d lived 500 years, no less.
If I could truly bring her to my side?
It’d be a massive win—one word from me could sway the territory’s fate.
‘A chance to have a dragon as my backer. Gotta train her solid.’
As I’ve said before, my goal isn’t just to fuck women and live easy here.
Sure, that’d be plenty happy...
But the lord who exiled and sold me off?
I won’t be satisfied without revenge on that bastard.
‘For that, I need to mold Morgan into an obedient little cocksleeve who follows my every word.’
The witches alone would suffice as backers, honestly.
All human mages combined wouldn’t match Kirke’s worth.
But Kirke’s kind nature might make her balk at “helping with revenge.”
The reason for it would feel awkward to her anyway.
‘...Seeking revenge on the family that married her off to me? How’s that sound from a woman’s perspective.’
I love Kirke as my wife now.
No need to drag her into that mess and hurt her.
By contrast, the dragon Morgan? Perfect fit.
She’s cool as hell—couldn’t care less about petty human drama.
‘She’d probably watch a guy’s head explode without blinking.’
With unmatched power and wealth she can’t even use.
Views humans as worthless, so she’d do anything for me.
Bottom line: Morgan’s a wicked woman.
Zero guilt over anything—super useful.
‘Anyway, now I know the tools work fine. Time to go after Morgan for real.’
What I made isn’t limited to today’s rotor.
Massagers, brushes to torment deep inside her pussy.
All sorts of restraints and more.
I could open an SM shop right now.
No matter she’s a dragon—her pussy’s still that of a pathetic woman.
Slow, steady training, and she’ll submit inevitably.
‘Can’t wait to see that prideful dragon turn into a bitch in heat.’
With that thought, I groped Kirke’s plump, jiggly ass.
Though, revenge aside, I can’t deny how fun it is devouring these lewd bitches.
“Haa.”
Some time after their street sex.
Kirke sat at her desk in the office.
A faintly excited sigh escaped her lips.
She always maintained an elegant, dignified air.
Even now, just sitting there made her look graceful and beautiful.
But compared to before, something was subtly different.
Her face and eyes carried a touch more erotic allure.
Even that sigh she just let out was laced with something lewd.
Kirke’s face had fully transformed into that of a woman deeply loved by her man.
“That one was... really something else.”
Thinking back to the sex Kal had prepared, her eyes glazed slightly.
Fucking right where the street was fully visible.
Such a bold, deviant idea.
He was her beloved husband, but damn, he was a pervert.
Of course, that’s part of why it felt so good...♥
‘How does he even think of stuff like that? Sometimes he’s just so mysterious.’
To think he’d make something like that just for sex.
That level of effort made her want to acknowledge him as a mage.
And knowing he did it because he wanted to fuck her made her heart flutter oddly.
‘It means he finds my body and looks... that irresistible♥’
Putting it into words made her face flush hot.
Her man groping her tits, exploring her pussy.
Overjoyed by his touch and attention, beside herself.
It hit her anew how much she loved Kal, how deeply she’d fallen for him.
“Well, sex with Kal feels amazing too, obviously.”
She muttered that to refocus on work.
But her mind still pictured his face.
Her body kept recalling the sex with him, that pleasure.
Lately, these moments alone were getting longer.
She naturally prioritized Kal above all.
‘Guess I’m pretty far gone too.’
Kirke tried to hold back and diligently moved her pen.
But her pace was far slower than usual.
As if her mind was in another world.
She’d already given her body to Kal completely, dyed through and through.
I stretched at my desk.
Morgan sat beside me, cradling her head in her hands.
“Shall we call it for today?”
“...Yeah, let’s.”
I’d just been teaching her magic up till now.
Specifically, how to control her massive mana.
She was getting pretty comfortable entering my room now.
“You’re showing up without running off more than I expected? Honestly thought you’d bolt.”
“Hmph! Think a dragon like me would flee from some puny human?”
I chuckled at Morgan’s forced bravado.
Surprisingly, she’d been obediently keeping her word and our deal.
After cumming so hard she passed out last time, I figured she’d resist more.
But she didn’t seem too averse.
‘Her pride should’ve taken a real hit.’
A dragon, panting and moaning under human hands.
Drooling pussy juices, whimpering like a slut.
Was her thirst for magic that overwhelming?
‘Or maybe the pleasure outweighed it all.’
Either way, great for me.
It meant she was already open to letting me touch her body.
Raise the bar bit by bit, and she’ll accept the hardcore stuff soon enough.
“Then, mind stripping a bit?”
“......”
Anyway, lesson’s done—time for my reward.
Morgan glanced at me, blushed faintly, then undressed.
Her black dress slipped off, revealing her sensuous curves.
‘Damn, those unreal tits and ass never get old.’
Lace-trimmed bra and panties, custom-fit to her size.
They looked ready to burst any second.
“Hmm, different underwear from last time? Prepared it specially?”
“A-As if! The witches picked it out on their own.”
“Oho~”
The witches probably did pick it, sure.
But showing up in something so flashy?
‘This girl’s got the hots for it bad.’
Her pride’s making her pretend to refuse now.
But once pleasure sinks in, she’ll fold quick.
‘Pace is faster than expected. Might as well fuck her right now?’
Last time tits, before that her pussy got her off.
Today, finally take this dragon’s virginity.