Chapter 28: Carnal
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 28: Carnal
Man is a truly pitiful creature.
Even when he has the perfect woman, with a fantastic body and looks, his eyes will wander to another who is lesser or flawed.
I know it’s an instinct to preserve genetic diversity.
And yet…
“Ngh-!”
“—Yohan?”
“Ye-Yes-!”
“Is something wrong?”
“N-Nooo…”
I bit my lip and glared at Margaret, who was in the middle of her meal. She just grinned, twirling one of her long, outstretched legs.
My member, pressed beneath her soft sole, was squeezed hard, sending a jolt through me. Having not used it for several days, I was overly sensitive to any stimulation.
I shuffled my hips back, moving out of her foot’s reach. As I did, she stopped toying with my crotch.
‘What’s gotten into her all of a sudden…!!’
Just as I was feeling relieved, Margaret grinned and shoved her hand into thin air.
Thump. I felt something grab my member directly inside my trousers. Only then did I remember that she was the Witch of Space, and that distance meant little to her.
“Hah…”
“Yohan, are you hurt?”
“N-No! I’m… fine! Master!”
“Then why are you breaking out in a cold sweat?”
“Ah, haha. I guess it’s a little warm in here.”
As I said that, I undid a button on my tightly fastened collar. A bit of my chest was revealed, and I felt Evangeline, who had been eating quietly, gulp.
My master, now seemingly realizing that I looked less sick and more seductive, swallowed hard and said nothing more, her face blushing as she glanced between my chest and my lower half, hidden beyond the table.
All the while, Margaret didn't stop stroking my cock.
“Ugh—!”
In the end, my body trembled, and I ejaculated. I scowled slightly and glared at Margaret. Having skillfully milked me with her hand, she nonchalantly waved her semen-covered hand at me.
Just as she waved her hand, my master sniffed the air.
“Sniff, sniff. Yohan, don’t you smell something strange?”
“I-I don’t know. I’m not sure.”
“Hmm… Am I imagining it? I guess I haven’t been feeling well lately either.”
It wasn’t her imagination; the semen was right next to her. But there was no way I could tell her that.
The moment I admitted to being milked by another witch in front of my master, she might fly into a rage and kill Margaret.
‘I’m sorry…’
If I were a woman, it might be different, but for me, who had lived for over twenty years as a proud son of Korea, reporting someone for milking me was simply impossible.
Realizing I wouldn’t tell my master, Margaret grinned and began to lick her palm clean.
It was painfully clear what was to come.
Margaret often wandered around the house naked, but I never thought it was particularly erotic.
Part of it was because Evangeline, the absolute pinnacle of arousal, was always around. But more importantly, Margaret had a habit of letting her soaking wet hair hang down, covering the important parts of her body.
Her hair was so long that if she didn’t braid it, it would cover her entire ass, making it look like a curtain of wet seaweed.
‘No, seriously, what is she doing…?’
Today, however, Margaret wasn’t in her usual wet-seaweed state. She had braided her wet hair and coiled it up into a bun. And her body, which she usually displayed so brazenly, was wrapped tightly in a towel.
Hiding a little is far more arousing than revealing everything. It was a simple truth I only realized today.
“Hm? What is it, my dear disciple? What are you looking at?”
“…”
“Why no answer? Hm? Ahh, you were staring at my body, weren’t you?”
“…No.”
“What do you mean, no? Want to borrow some panties? Feel like jerking off?”
And this is coming from the woman who was just manhandling my junk without permission? I couldn’t say that out loud. My master may have gone upstairs, but there was no telling when she might come back down.
As I kept my mouth shut, she grinned as if to test if her words were true and thrust her hand forward. Her arm vanished as if severed, and then a moist hand gripped my cock.
“Ngh…”
“Well, well—you’re hard, aren’t you?”
“…Don’t.”
“Hm? What was that?”
“Don’t… do it!”
I mustered my courage and spoke. I couldn’t shout for fear of my master, but I thought I’d made my intentions clear enough.
But I was wrong. Hearing my words, Margaret’s eyes gleamed even brighter, and the corners of her mouth began to twitch.
“Don’t do… what?”
Her lips trembling, she tensed the muscles around her mouth into an expression that was somewhere between a smile and a deadpan stare. Then, she slowly began to move her hand up and down my shaft.
Her soft hand pumped my cock like mad, even through my pants and underwear. The sensation was bizarre. My member was still pressed down by my clothes, yet it felt as if a palm from another dimension was layered right on top of it.
A handjob with a 4-dimensional sensation was incomparably better than a normal one, which only affects a 3-dimensional plane.
“St-Stop…”
“Stop what? I really don’t know what you mean.”
“Th-This—jerking me… off…”
“Jerking you off? Ah, you mean this?”
She pointed to my cock, which was suddenly floating right at her eye level. Startled, I touched my crotch, only to realize that my member, which should have been there, was gone.
“Th-That’s my—!”
“—Fuuu.”
“Hngh!”
I felt a cool breeze brush against the head of my cock. A shiver ran down my spine. Seeing my reaction, she stuck out her tongue and began to lightly lick the tip.
“St-Stop—!”
“What, you think you’re going to cum already?”
I couldn’t answer, only bite my lip. If I opened my mouth, I felt like I would cum instantly.
Watching me, Margaret gripped my cock and began to stroke it back and forth. Slowly, so very slowly.
Her hand slid up to the base of the head, then carefully drew back down. It felt good, but compared to what she’d been doing before, it was just enough to keep me from losing my erection.
‘She’s fucking… insane.’
Just when I’d let my guard down, thinking her touch was nothing special, her tongue would dart out and graze the tip of my glans. Each time, my ass clenched and my spine went rigid.
I wanted to be stroked hard and just get it over with, but I couldn’t even touch my own magically separated member.
Just as I was being completely dominated and edged by Margaret, my master slowly came downstairs.
“Yohaaan… I’m so tireeeed…”
“M-Master…”
“Gimme snaaaacks…”
Whatever she had been doing upstairs, she was complaining of fatigue. She immediately collapsed onto the table, going limp.
I shot a glare at Margaret, who was still playing with my member. Taking the hint, she hid it from view.
I gave her another sharp look, a silent warning not to touch me while I was cooking, then prepared a snack for my master.
Pancakes made with flour and sugar from the city, drizzled with honey and topped with butter and fruit. I served them with a glass of warm milk, and my master’s eyes sparkled.
“Whoa, what’s this!?”
“They’re pancakes.”
“They look delicious—! …Ah, but. I don’t have any strength in my body.”
Lying limp on the table, my master’s eyes curved up at the corners. They narrowed into crescents, looking up at me seductively.
“So, Yohan… could you feed me?”
“…Ye-Yes. Of course.”
“Thank you!”
She didn’t look tired at all, but like a baby bird waiting for its mother, my master held her mouth open demurely, waiting for me to feed her.
As I carefully cut a piece of pancake and lifted it with a fork, Margaret, realizing my master wasn’t paying her any attention, slowly took hold of my member again.
Want. me. to. jerk. you. off?
Her lips moved, mouthing the words. I shook my head, but Margaret didn’t stop and began stimulating the head of my cock.
“Ahhh—”
“…Say ah.”
“Mmm! Delicious! You’re the best, Yohan!”
My master immediately demanded the next bite. I bit my lip and continued to feed her the cake.
Every time I fed her a bite, Margaret would give my member a lick, as if she were experiencing the same treatment my master was receiving.
“Huu, ughh…”
“…Yohan? Are you really sick?”
“Ye-Huh? N-No. I’m fi—I need to use the restroom…”
“Aah, I see. Go on, then.”
Clutching my stomach, I headed for the restroom. My master nodded as if she understood. Guilt washed over me for deceiving her, but dealing with my captive cock was more urgent.
The moment I was in the restroom, out of sight, she grew bolder. She brought out my member with both hands and began stroking it back and forth.
Her exquisite control of pressure and speed was artistic, as if she’d done this countless times.
“Ngh-! Huu, hngh!”
It didn’t take long. Semen shot out from my cock in forceful spurts. Most of it landed directly in the toilet, so I didn’t have to worry about the cleanup.
Sensing I had come, her hand moved even faster. As if milking a cow, her hand squeezed my cock, extracting every last drop of semen.
Thick globs of semen oozed out, but despite having just ejaculated, my cock refused to go soft.
I felt like I’d been robbed of my semen by a mischievous fairy. I panted heavily, waiting for my erection to subside.
“…Huu, huu—seriously, what’s gotten into her all of a sudden?”
After washing the last traces of semen from the tip, I pulled up my clothes and went back outside. Margaret was sitting in the living room, calmly sipping her tea. Our eyes met. She grinned and raised a finger stained with semen.
A finger soiled with pale white fluid. She plunged it into her teacup and began to stir. As if the heat didn’t bother her at all, she stirred for a long moment before sucking the tea from her finger. Then, she started gulping down the semen-laced tea.
‘…What a truly, utterly perverted witch.’
I swallowed hard and glared at Margaret.