The Witch's Coercion… (2)
The Witch's Coercion… (2)
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'Let go! Let go! You damn witch!'
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmph!!!!"
"Hold still. I told you it would feel good, didn’t I?"
The witch paid no attention to my struggling and pressed that horrible object closer.
Pink jelly with a round hole. Inhumanly knobbly ridges were faintly visible inside, and the material looked soft and plush. As though that were not enough, something like lotion was even dripping from it.
A masturbation sleeve.
Of course, masturbation sleeves were not bad. I'd relied on them quite a bit before coming to this other world. That one even looked as though it would feel pretty good.
But.
A masturbation sleeve, after coming all this way? She expected me to waste my semen on a contraption like that? Impossible. Absolutely unacceptable. I did not have enough semen even to fill my girls' bellies, so wasting Sexual Stamina on a masturbation toy was out of the question. Such a thing could not be allowed!
"Mmph. Hmph. Mmmph!"
"...Oh my? What's the matter here?"
The witch furrowed her brow as if she found it unexpected. She had reason to. It was a moment when I should have been thoroughly heated up, but I had used 「Post-Nut Clarity」 to kill my dick.
That was right, you damn witch. Attempting to rape me—that much I could endure. But raping me with an object like that? That I couldn’t endure! If you were going to rape me, at least show the decency and use your own body!
"!!!"
"Hup."
The Witch's cool foot stroked my thigh again, making blood rush toward my lower body. I repeatedly used Post-Nut Clarity. You wanted to arouse me? That would never happen. I was a man of principle!
"...How can this be? Did you do something?"
"Heh-heh...."
I smirked and shrugged. No matter how much you tried to toy with me, nothing would happen if I refused to cooperate.
The Witch seemed to lose some of her composure and stroked my thigh again with slightly hurried movements. You could rub all you wanted. Was I going to get aroused?
"Hah?! Mmmph..."
The Witch moved her foot around, rubbing my navel and tickling my sides, but I didn't budge. It was useless. Unless she removed that wicked, horrible pink object, I would not send a drop of blood to my lower body.
When working her foot proved useless, the witch folded her arms as if displeased.
At once, a sight so violent that a flat-chest supremacist would cough blood unfolded before my eyes. The sight of massive breasts trying to burst free, unable to withstand the compression of those folded arms!
This was an even more tremendous stimulus than the footwork. No. 「Post-Nut Clarity」! 「Post-Nut Clarity」! 「Post-Nut Clarity」!
The witch tilted her head as if troubled.
"Are you perhaps... impotent?"
"..."
This damn woman!
Stay calm. Stay calm.
As expected of a Witch, she knew how to mock people. Did she think that would make me hard? I glared at her. I would never get an erection until you removed that evil object.
But the witch seemed to misunderstand something and muttered an awful thing.
"You were clearly erect earlier... Could you fancy men, perhaps? In that case, do you prefer it from behind? It's all right. I do have an implement suited for that as well..."
"Mmph! Mm-mmph! Mmmmph!!!!"
From behind—what that implied was all too obvious. She was after my ass. A witch truly is wicked and horrifying! My ass!!!
At my desperate shaking of the head, the witch released the magic restraining my mouth.
"Pu-haa..."
"Do you have something to say?"
Finally, a chance to speak. My ass, she said. That, at least, I had to prevent.
"W-Witch, I don't know what you mean. I am not impotent or gay. I simply have enough self-control not to do anything I don't want to. More importantly, could you let me go now? I honestly don't understand what this has to do with examining my ability..."
"Wait a moment."
"Yes?"
The witch smiled and cut me off. A rigid smile, as if she wore a mask painted with laughter. Why did her face turn like that? Had I made a slip of the tongue?
"Say that again. What you just..."
"Wh-what does gauging my abilities have to do with..."
"Not that. Did you say you didn't wish to do it?"
"Huh?"
"You still do not want me even after looking at this? How dare you? How could you say such a thing?"
Oh shit.
Cold air flowed from the witch's lips. But in contrast, a reddish flush rose to her face, as if heat had surged there. Hell, there was a vein standing out on her forehead! Why was she like that!
The witch erupted in anger in a low voice.
"Now that I think about it, you jumped to your own conclusions earlier, too. That expression as if I had witnessed the beginning of the world... Do I look that old?"
"N-no. I never said anything like that!"
The temperature inside the mansion plummeted rapidly. Not the atmosphere—I meant that literally. I could even see my own breath! If this kept up, wasn't I going to freeze to death?!
"No, Witch. That's not it!"
"If that's not it, then what is it?!"
Did this woman have experience being dumped because of her age or something?! Either way, if this went sideways, it was death! I unleashed a desperate bout of verbal flailing.
"Witch, I absolutely, absolutely never thought that. As I told you, age does not matter to me as long as a woman is beautiful!"
The Witch looked down at me in silence, her posture telling me to continue if I had anything more to say. Sweating coldly, I kept talking.
"That's right. Honestly, as you say, Witch, I was looking forward to it a little. Who could behold someone as beautiful as you without feeling such anticipation? Just moments ago, since you projected that sort of mood, I was even feeling somewhat grateful. But...."
"But?"
The chill the witch emanated eased slightly. But the masturbation sleeve still floated beside her. She still hadn't gotten rid of that wicked object.
"I-I honestly had expectations, but when you bring out something that inhuman, even a thousand years of lust would disappear. This may sound strange, but I even felt betrayed! I thought I was going to do it with you, Witch! How could you raise my expectations this much and then press that thing against me?! This is outrageous! Unacceptable! You can't get a person worked up and then do this!"
I ended up launching into an impassioned speech midway through. Yeah. Honestly, to come this far, set such a mood, and then jerk me off with a masturbation sleeve was nonsense.
Wait, but thinking about it, this was unfair. I was the one being raped, so why was I delivering a paean to my rapist?!
"..."
The witch's eyes widened as if incredulous. But soon her expression relaxed and the corners of her eyes curved again. The chill vanished as though it had never been there.
"This was for your sake. Once you experience me directly, you will never escape the pleasure I give you. Yes, you may even beg me to make you my slave. Can you handle that?"
"..."
She was saying that sex with her would make me volunteer to become her slave. What an amusing claim to make to a Goddess-Certified Sex Warrior. Her bravado was remarkable.
I stayed quiet. The mood had finally shifted the way I wanted, and the wicked pink object had disappeared somewhere.
As I let out a sigh of relief, the witch gave a gentle smile.
"I understood very well what you meant to say. I was going to do it simply and be done, but now I have no choice. You provoked me this much, so you must take responsibility for the result. I am sorry."
"?!"
My body, still bound to the chair, rose into the air. I looked at the witch in alarm; she flashed a grin and began walking ahead somewhere.
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The room I arrived at after being dragged through the air.
Unlike the rest of the mansion, this room held none of those ghastly witch-themed objets d'art that looked like canned snakes.
A somewhat dark room with a strangely sweet fragrance. The only thing in it was a king-sized bed that looked fluffy and soft.
A bedroom that, no matter who looked, served one purpose alone.
"Mmph! Puh-hup!! I c-can't breathe!"
With a gesture, the witch smoothly stripped off my clothes, then summoned a large droplet of water and hurled me inside it!
"Gwag! Glub-glub...!"
It felt exactly like being put through a wash. With another gesture, the witch pulled me out of the water droplet and threw me onto the bed.
"?!"
An unknown force bound my arms and legs. I had no choice but to lie spread-eagled like a lab frog.
"Keep still."
The witch said that as she straddled my stomach. A posture you would call woman-on-top or the cowgirl position. But this sensation...
"Huk."
My prejudice about Witches was confirmed once again. As expected of a Witch, this woman was not wearing underwear! What a wicked, lewd, wonderful Witch!
The witch's body temperature was low overall, but that didn't mean her lower region was cold. Rather, because of her cold skin, the heat of that place was even more palpable. My member, which had been sapped of strength by the cold water droplet, immediately recovered its vigor.
"Oh my."
As my dick rose and slapped between the witch's buttocks, she seemed startled but smiled again and looked down at me.
"!"
When the witch gestured, her dress came undone smoothly by itself and vanished beside the bed.
Then the witch's naked body was revealed.
What stood out more than anything were her genuinely violent massive breasts. I had never seen breasts of this size. And yet they showed none of the sag typical of large breasts.
Her areolae were larger than average, but a pale pink, so they looked harmonious instead. Their edges were nearly indistinguishable from her skin.
Her nipples, unable to withstand the sheer size of her breasts, were tucked slightly inward. Not fully inverted like Rebecca's, but a form half-buried in the flesh of the breast.
But I could do nothing. The witch had no intention of releasing my limbs.
"W-Witch, my hands..."
"Keep still. I may enjoy myself a little, but still, my goal is to ascertain your abilities. I ought to satisfy my curiosity first. Had you been a bit more cooperative I might have freed you, but that moment has already passed."
Th-this damn—! I wanted to touch them. I wanted to retrieve those buried nipples and savor their flavor!
"Oh."
My member, having swollen to its limit, burrowed between the cleft of the witch's buttocks. The witch's cold skin against my dick. The only body part I could move was my dick. I desperately twitched my member, trying to feel the texture of the witch's bottom.
"Fufufu."
The witch glanced back, laughed, and pulled up her own breast to... lick her own nipple. So people who could actually do that existed.
Good heavens. A truly shocking sight. I felt like I could come just from watching. Why couldn't I taste that?
"..."
But I had accumulated plenty of experience by now. I wasn't a virgin, and my cock wasn't weak enough to ejaculate from this much stimulation. Swallowing repeatedly, I enjoyed the Witch's pseudo-masturbation show.
"Haa... haa..."
The witch's breathing gradually heated. But she glanced at me with a displeased expression. Was it not enough? In that case, she should untie my hands...
"Why are you not coming?"
"...Pardon?"
The witch slightly furrowed her brow.
"Surely you do not still find me unappealing."
"N-no, Witch. Honestly, telling me to come from only this much stimulation is a little..."
"...Merely this level?"
The witch's eyes twitched.
"Merely this level. Do you mean it's not enough?"
Of course it wasn't enough! This witch was acting like she had plenty of experience, but maybe she actually knew nothing at all? Feeling a bit incredulous, I protested.
"Ah, no, of course you are truly beautiful, Witch, but I don't know if you're aware that men require a certain tactile stimulation, so to speak. There is a limit to what one can manage with sight alone, so..."
The witch pouted her lips; she seemed slightly wounded in her pride.
"Hmm... Very well. I've never done this for anyone before, but... how about this?"
"Gasp...!"
The witch moved lower... then wrapped my member between her enormous breasts.
"There."
A titjob, of all things...!