The Witch's Coercion (6)
The Witch's Coercion (6)
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I fucked the Witch, and fucked her again. Even when she passed out, I didn't stop—I kept fucking her.
"Ah... ah... ah... ah..."
Even in her unconscious state, the Witch let out short moans in rhythm with the motion of my hips. Before long, her inner walls contracted again, and her cervix voraciously sought my glans as if begging for semen.
"Kk."
The sensation of impending ejaculation surged again. I let it out without holding back.
"Ugh...?"
The release didn't feel as complete as before. Why did it feel like it stopped halfway out? The volume seemed lower, too... No way.
I opened my Status Window.
[Vital Essence: 0 / 750]
"..."
Good god. I'd finally come all the way down to zero. I didn't think I'd ever gone this far against another person before.
And zero Vital Essence, no less. The only other time I'd drained it this low was when I'd made Semen Bombs against the undead a while back.
I stopped moving for a while to replenish my Vital Essence and rest. Then something struck me as strange.
Why was I fucking the Witch this relentlessly?
Of course, it wasn't exactly unusual for me to lose half my mind whenever I had sex, but even so, going at it this hard was excessive.
It wasn't just me who was strange.
The Witch's body.
There was something strange about the Witch's interior, something you couldn't just chalk up to an Exceptional Vagina. The Witch's belly seemed to swell with semen, then subsided again. And yet she never expelled any of that liquid that looked like my semen. If I'd done this to our girls, their bellies probably would've been ballooned out like a pregnant woman's. But the Witch seemed to absorb the semen, as if...
"..."
Right. Come to think of it, I always used exactly 10 Vital Essence when I came, but when I unloaded into the Witch, I'd burned 20, sometimes even 30. It felt like she was siphoning Vital Essence out of me on her own.
"...!"
So she really was a man-eating Witch!
I pulled my dick out of the Witch—
"Kk-eut...!"
—and felt suction as though she were gripping me and refusing to let go. If a vacuum cleaner made of flesh existed, this was probably what it would feel like. In any case, this was a problem. There was no helping it. I felt a little sorry, but...
Vibrating Penis! I had to stop the Witch from clinging to me!
"Ah.... a-uk...."
"Hoo..."
Somehow, I'd barely managed to pull out. Lucky it was me—a normal man would've been drained to the marrow.
Once I withdrew from the Witch, the sight of what I'd done came into view.
"Umm..."
A groan escaped me without thought. It couldn't be helped. Calling the scene before me a disaster would not have been enough.
The Witch's body convulsed as if broken. Her hair, beautiful as black velvet, was defiled with all manner of bodily fluids. But most striking of all was her wrecked face. No—"wrecked" was a euphemism, if anything. I'd never seen a face ruined like this.
"..."
...Why was I getting turned on again?
I shook my head. Anything more was dangerous. I needed to clean up now.
First, I cast Cleaning Magic several times to clean the Witch and myself, got dressed, and looked around the house. It was rude to do so without the homeowner's permission, but she was unconscious, so I couldn't help it.
Fortunately, there was a bathroom deeper inside the mansion.
"Oh..."
It was a bathroom so large and lavish that I could not help but admire it. Vermilion light glowed softly, and there was an enormous marble tub. There was even a beach chair made of fine solid wood and a warm bed. The bed in particular was incredible: soft and plush, yet made of waterproof material. I'd never seen or heard of anything like it. It'd be perfect for massages.
The facilities provided weren't the only astonishing thing. The bathroom even had an opening in the ceiling, so you could look up at the night sky!
This was no joke. Living inside a dungeon was already incredible, and she had all these luxurious facilities on top of that. I was impressed all over again.
But what was that?
There were all sorts of unknown items along one side of the tub. I sniffed them and they were fragrant... they looked like shampoos or something. And what was this box? It looked rather high-end.
"....!!!!"
Inside the box, something pink and wriggling...!
The instant I opened the box, I shut it again.
Right. I had seen nothing. Everyone had a private life, after all.
Rubbing down the goosebumps on my forearms, I exited the bathroom.
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I carried the unconscious Witch into the bathroom.
I'd considered running away and leaving her like that, but I didn't want to.
It was true that the Witch had tried to use wicked magic on me, but she had failed. I'd even taken her virginity, so I no longer held a grudge against her.
No, if anything, I even felt a little sorry. Though when I thought it through, I didn't think I actually had anything to be sorry for. Even I had to admit, I was awfully weak when it came to women.
Well, if she woke up and tried something wicked again, I could simply fuck her all over again. If that happened, though, I'd have to be thorough enough to truly train her.
With such pointless thoughts running through my head, I laid the Witch on the massage bed and washed her body.
"Haaa...."
As if feeling pleasure even from the stream of water, the Witch let out intermittent, short moans. But only her throat faintly hummed—she didn't move at all.
It might have been a disaster of my own making, but even on second thought, I'd gone far too overboard. How many times had I multiplied her sensitivity at the end...? Thank goodness it was temporary. If the enhancement had become permanent, it would have been horrifying. She might even feel pleasure merely from putting on clothes.
...That was a turn-on in its own way, though.
As I washed her, I slowly massaged the Witch's body.
Unlike at the beginning, the Witch's body had grown considerably warmer and more pleasant to touch, but I restrained myself. I was washing her while helping her recover, so I couldn't touch her erogenous zones.
When I worked on her knotted shoulders, I used Electric Finger to loosen them as if she were receiving physical therapy, and when I smoothed down her skin, I applied Recovery Sex.
From upper body to lower body, softly.
Various arousal fluids seeped from the Witch's lower regions, but nothing that looked like my semen. So she really had absorbed all my semen after all. Could a person even do that?
After slowly touching the entire front of her, this time I flipped her body over and massaged her back.
...This woman—not only were her areolae pale pink, but so were her petals. Under the bright light, they were incredible. Even her anus was pink, as though it had never once been used...
As I continued the massage while appreciating the Witch's body in this way, at last the Witch opened her eyes.
"Eu-heuk..."
"Ah, you're awake. Please stay still. I'm using a fatigue-recovery skill right now..."
"G-get away...."
"Yep."
I obediently withdrew as the Witch wished. She looked around, grasped the situation, then made a gesture. A wine bottle and glass materialized from nowhere and floated beside her.
"Haa... haa..."
As crimson wine poured from the fine bottle into the glass, the Witch raised a trembling hand. Perhaps she hadn't yet recovered her strength, because it kept falling back down.
"Let me help."
"...."
The Witch let her hand fall limply after hearing me. That meant it was all right, did it not?
I lifted the glass and tipped wine little by little into the Witch's mouth. At last, awareness began to return to her eyes.
"Hoo... hoo... you... managed to survive... hoo..."
...Managed to survive? What did that mean? Was she saying I should have drowned facedown in a washbasin for doing that to her? She was the one who had started it!
"Ah, um, should I be dead? Honestly, I can't say I was entirely blameless, but you were the one who started—"
"...That's not what I meant."
The Witch knit her brows.
"Was there nothing strange when you had relations with me?"
Something strange? Of course there was.
"Mm...I did think the Witch's body felt excessively good... urgh?!"
-Prick.
I felt a cold, sharp prick at the nape of my neck, like a needle. Had the way I said it sounded like a joke? But it was true. The Witch's insides had felt so good that it was like being devoured.
...Yeah, I could see how it came off as a joke. I needed to refine how I said it.
"I did feel as though something was draining out of me."
"...That's it? And nothing wrong with your body?"
"No."
"...Give me another glass."
"Yep."
I meekly poured the alcohol and tipped it into the Witch's mouth again. Hm. Tormenting her was nice, but being ordered around like this didn't feel bad, either. Maybe it was because I got to drink in the sight of a stunningly beautiful naked woman while being at her beck and call?
After obediently accepting the drink, the Witch glared sidelong at me.
"This body cannot have sex with men. An ordinary person would have died the moment he did such a thing to me. Even an Awakened would have been in danger. I intended to drain you only moderately and stop, but you are truly fearless. Are you honestly unaffected?"
When I shook my head, the Witch's eyes became thoughtful.
"A mere Awakened, ignoring the difference in our respective planes... What is the Goddess thinking...?"
The Witch murmured something I couldn't make out. She addressed the Goddess so casually too, with the tone of someone calling out to an old school friend. Was it because she was a witch? If Reni had heard her, she probably would have thrown a fit over the blasphemy.
"Now that I think about it, you said the special ability you received from the Goddess was related to sex?"
"Ah, yes."
And she'd caught all of that, even in the middle of everything else. Remarkable mental fortitude. Or maybe a good memory.
"Tell me in greater detail. What abilities you possess, how you made it this far, and what you have done. Everything. After what you did to me, you can at least tell me that much, can you not?"
And if I didn't tell her? Who knew? Something terrible probably would happen.
The Witch hadn't said it aloud, yet I somehow felt as though I'd heard those words. Her voice was playful, but the atmosphere left no room for refusal.
But there was a condition to settle first.
"Promise me one thing. If you keep silent so I don't get hauled off to the royal castle, I'll tell you everything."
The Witch let out a small laugh at my words.
"Are you a fool? If I intended to do that, why would I have invited you all the way here? I'd only need to send word to the Guild."
"....You're right."
I sighed and explained everything that had happened so far.