Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Honestly
This mansion is far too luxurious for a single witch to live in.
Even now that two people reside here.
It's the same even with two.
On a vast estate stand a five-story main building and a three-story annex, each floor boasting dozens of rooms.
Even with dozens of servants, managing it would be a struggle.
Cleaning just one room takes half a day.
Since a single room is spacious enough for a family of four.
Zeke, who had essentially been the mansion's caretaker since childhood, was accustomed to the upkeep. But he had always believed that living in such a grand estate offered nothing but drawbacks beyond flaunting one's wealth.
However, for the first time, an advantage had emerged.
With the mansion so expansive and filled with rooms, any door you opened led to a bed.
In other words, if the urge struck suddenly and sex was desired, it could happen on a bed anytime, anywhere.
Carrying Freya like a princess, Zeke left the study and headed to the room next door.
Of course, there was a bed there too.
Who could have foreseen the day he'd use that one?
"Kyaa!"
He tossed Freya onto the bed like discarding an object.
Thump thump! Thump thump!
His heart pounded rapidly.
Being treated like an object was thrilling.
Zeke, who had always shown her respect and handled her with care, now treating her roughly like something disposable—it made her chest throb fiercely.
It truly felt as if they had broken free from the bonds of master and disciple.
"Hup...!"
Freya gasped involuntarily at the sight of Zeke removing his shirt.
His firm physique peeking through the unbuttoned shirt was utterly erotic.
His body was covered in scars, likely from the rough life he'd led while away from the mansion.
Pity and sorrow welled up... yet it felt sensual too.
"Freya."
Zeke approached with a languid smile.
Like a sacrifice offered to a dragon, Freya clasped her hands before her chest, bracing to be devoured.
"You're really pretty."
Zeke's hand gently caressed Freya's cheek.
"Hik...!"
Her entire body, hypersensitive with goosebumps standing on end, tightened in her lower abdomen at the rough yet kind touch. She pressed her thighs together.
"I've wanted to say it for so long."
"W-what...?"
"That you're pretty."
Heat flooded Freya's face in a rush.
A direct compliment.
Pretty.
Beautiful.
Noble.
She had heard praises of her appearance countless times throughout her life, sincere or not.
They never really registered.
She simply accepted them.
She groomed herself for her own satisfaction, not to impress others. Being attractive brought no real benefits anyway.
Yet...
Hearing "pretty" from Zeke made the fluffy bed feel like clouds, her spirits soaring as if she were flying through the sky.
"Are you embarrassed?"
"...No."
Zeke's playful side stirred as he watched Freya hide her flushed face with her arms.
"Don't cover up. Let me see that pretty face."
"Ugh...!"
"I'll say it as much as I've held back all this time."
"You don't have to...!"
Bringing his lips to Freya's ear, Zeke whispered sweetly, over and over: pretty, pretty.
"S-stop...!"
Freya pushed at Zeke's face with both hands.
"Why? Did it upset you?"
Freya shook her head vigorously.
"It's not upsetting... If you keep saying it... it'll feel so good I'll go insane."
Shy yet obedient, she shared her honest feelings.
If not now, she never could.
With the shackles of master and disciple undone, she could be fully honest.
"...Cute."
"I said stop!"
"Sorry. You're just too cute—the words slipped out."
It felt good.
Dangerously good.
Frightened by it, Freya groaned and forced her upturned lips downward.
"I never knew Freya was such a shy one."
"Only... in front of Zeke."
"Why only in front of me?"
Freya clamped her mouth shut.
She couldn't voice that reason.
"Tell me."
"..."
Of course, Zeke wasn't so obtuse that he couldn't guess if she refused to say.
Love was new to her, but she instinctively knew this was it.
Not the acquired love born from a formed bond, but the innate love that forged the bond itself.
Man drawn to woman.
Woman drawn to man.
Biologically speaking, the opposite-sex attraction spurring the desire for intercourse—an emotion bloomed from reproductive instinct.
"Be honest. You can let it all out now."
"That's... separate from this..."
Freya had never confessed her true heart to anyone.
She disliked sharing her inner world in the first place.
She hugged her worries close, alone.
Her first time opening up about troubles had been just recently, to the Great Saintess.
It was perfect timing to bare her soul, yet revealing the deepest truths remained daunting.
"Hmm, so you're not going to say?"
As if declaring she absolutely wouldn't, Freya pursed her lips even tighter.
"Then I'll have to tease you until you do."
"Huh?"
Freya tilted her head at the word "tease."
And in that instant...
"Hiyak!"
Zeke's hand slipped into her dress, stroking her thigh.
The hand crept slowly upward along her thigh.
Knowing its destination, Freya reflexively squeezed her thighs together until her knees touched.
Her pussy radiated heat in protest, as if demanding she welcome the hand honestly.
Her lower belly twitched, as though her womb pulsed.
"Hahut...!"
She tried to defend, but Freya's resistance crumbled pathetically, permitting the hand's intrusion.
She hadn't meant to block it seriously.
Just pretended.
Deep down, she craved Zeke groping her pussy wildly.
Pretending reluctance subtly revealed her true desire.
Now, she even tensed her thighs to trap his hand there.
"Huhut... Mm...!"
Zeke's touch over her panties.
He gripped and kneaded her mound.
The plump, fleshy vulva resiliently pushed back against his fingers.
After toying over the fabric for a while, his hand caressed her lower belly and slipped inside the panties.
"Ahhat...!"
Her pussy seized.
Humiliating.
Unthinkable.
The sex organ of the pinnacle witch toyed with like a plaything.
Even the empire knew better than to touch her carelessly, aware of the peril.
Yet here she was, kneaded like dough by a man far younger and weaker.
The pleasure from her erogenous zones mingled with the liberation of shedding her dignity, yielding a bizarre ecstasy.
His clumsy, forceful kneading evoked the sensation of being dominated by a subordinate.
An emotion that should disgust... Why did it feel so good?
An incomprehensible feeling, first tasted after over a millennium.
"Will you tell me honestly now?"
Pinching her labia between thumb and forefinger, he shook them to urge her answer.
Not torture, yet it felt like it.
As if she must answer truthfully.
"Mmng... No..."
Freya shook her head, refusing to speak.
Zeke yearned to hear those deeply buried emotions from her own lips.
What an utterly dishonest master.
Yet her resistance only drove the man madder.
"Can you endure this too?"
His middle finger slowly traced the world's lewdest crevice before slipping into the hidden hole within.
"Hahat...!"
Just one knuckle inside, and Freya's hips bucked upward.
"Incredibly tight, huh?"
The squeeze from a single knuckle was intense.
Fitting a whole finger might prove a challenge.
How had his thick cock ever forced into such a narrow pussy hole?
No memory thanks to the alcohol, but recalling it, he'd likely rammed it in relentlessly.
Lucky she was a sturdy witch; otherwise, severe aftereffects would have lingered.
"Or maybe Freya's pussy is as dishonest as she is?"
He eased the finger deeper.
"Huuuuh......"
"Want my finger thrusting inside?"
"Huu... Uu... I don't know..."
"If your upper mouth can't answer, let your lower one do it."
No sooner said than her pussy clenched greedily, sucking his finger deeper.
Hot, slick mucus coiled around it.
"Heek...!!"
The cold, rough intrusion clung to her vaginal walls.
The walls rippled erratically, as if memorizing his finger's shape.
"Hyak...! Hik...!"
The finger began wriggling within.
Its tip scraped her inner folds.
Freya couldn't keep her legs still.
"Uut...! Hoot...!"
Mercenary life hadn't taught just swordsmanship—sex knowledge too.
Among it: women had a weak spot inside their vagina.
Find and assault it, and they unraveled.
Zeke crooked his middle finger, probing her depths for Freya's spot.
Not clear yet.
Every thrust drew good reactions.
Then.
Press!
He bore down hard on a particularly plump, swollen spot begging to be pressed.
"Haaaang......!"
Freya's back arched into a graceful bow.
Here it was.
Spot found, he added a second finger and assaulted it relentlessly.
Pressed, rubbed, thrust.
"Hahng...! No, no... Ang...! Not there...!"
The storm of pleasure from two fingers.
Swept away, Freya's toes curled as she unleashed lewd cries.
"Why are you only shy in front of me, Freya."
"Heek...! Hung...! Hiyang...!"
"Tell me."
Stimulation from below amplified by Zeke's low voice above.
Urging her confession.
Finally yielding, Freya squeezed her eyes shut and cried out.
"I... hung... like you...!"
The wildly thrusting fingers halted.
"Like... I like you... Zeke..."
Her ecstatic pink eyes, brimming with tears, gazed up at him.
"I shouldn't... but I like you. That's why I'm only shy around you."
Freya's honest, adorable confession.
"Yeah?"
Zeke nodded with a grin.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Then he violently plunged into her drenched vagina.
"Huaaaang...! Hurg...! Aang...!"
Freya's hips shot upward.
-Squirt!!
Her urethra, useless till now, sprayed a jet.
The stream splashed against Zeke's palm, scattering everywhere.
Her panties soaked through, and her dress grew damp from within.