The Witch's Coercion (8)
The Witch's Coercion (8)
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"I have no intention of permitting anything beyond that."
The Witch said that as she lay face-down in the bathtub.
Her faintly flushed skin glistened in the bathwater, and her luscious ass rose halfway above the surface. The Witch's intimate parts, however, only wavered beneath the water.
I couldn't tire of looking. Even after I'd coveted her so intensely earlier, she was a sight that stirred carnal desire all over again.
"Not yet?"
"Ah, r-right away."
I even stammered. The Witch simply smiled at the sight of me. Feeling a little pathetic, I fumbled out of my clothes and climbed into the bathtub.
"Hoooh..."
A warm yet permeating sensation. It felt like I'd just melt if I stayed still.
This was definitely not ordinary bathwater. To think she could indulge in such luxury inside a dungeon. It was incredible all over again. The bathtub was enormous too.
The bathtub was large enough for ten people. With only slight exaggeration, it was big enough to swim in.
She seemed to live alone, yet she had a bathtub this luxurious.
Leaving the luxury aside, though, lying face-down like that must have been uncomfortable.
The inside of the tub had a ledge built in so you could sit, like a public bathhouse, and the Witch was sprawled atop it.
That was basically the same as lying face-down over a step. I didn't mind the sight of those colossal breasts being squished, but the edge looked angular, so it seemed like it'd hurt.
"Uh, Witch. Wouldn't lying face-down like that be uncomfortable?"
"What do you mean?"
"W-well, a massage requires applying quite a bit of downward pressure. I was wondering whether lying facedown like that might hurt your b-breasts..."
"Fufu... are you worried about me?"
The Witch gave a small laugh, then gestured with her hand. At that—
"!!!"
The bathtub! It moved!
I had no idea how to describe it.
The bathtub squirmed and changed shape, transforming into something comfortable for the Witch to lie facedown on. A massage bed had appeared out of nowhere.
The Witch's outrageous breasts were not flattened as before, but protruded slightly to either side. She looked as comfortable as though she were lying on a soft bed.
Good lord. How was this possible? How did marble stretch and relax like liquid metal or something?
"This will do, won't it?"
"Ah, yes. Yes."
I approached her, blinking.
The Witch’s body lay stretched out before me. She was so slender that one would never imagine those benevolent yet outrageous breasts were attached to her.
I gathered the Witch's hair together and swept it forward. That revealed the nape of her neck, warmly heated by the bathwater. Her skin, once so starkly white it had almost looked blue, was now dyed a vermilion hue under the bathroom's lighting.
Feeling a nape fetish taking root, I placed my hands on the Witch's shoulders.
The Witch remained still when I touched her, as though it felt pleasant. It was a surprisingly novel reaction. Even my girls, who had slept with me many times, flinched when I approached them from behind like this.
"Hoooh..."
On top of that, the Witch's shoulders were beyond soft and yielding.
That was a little odd. From what I knew, the bigger a woman's breasts were, the worse the muscle knots in her shoulders got and the harder the muscles became.
I didn't have to look far. Reni was a perfect example. Her breasts were so heavy that even a little pressure on her shoulders made her flinch violently.
But I couldn't feel any of the characteristic stiffness or knots that usually came with breasts this large.
How could that be?
The thought sent a slight chill down my spine. She possessed magic capable of making a bathtub squirm and change shape, the power to enjoy such luxury inside a dangerous dungeon, and even the ability to stabilize the dungeon’s environment.
On top of that, she'd deduced my identity from only a few words and spoke of the Goddess as casually as though she were a friend next door.
In this otherworld, treating the Goddess so irreverently was closer to blasphemy. Even Yuri, who had the most modern sensibilities, hadn't dared go that far.
...Just what was this Witch's true identity?
"Your hands have stopped."
"S-sorry."
I refocused on the Witch's shoulders. At that, as if it pleased her, the Witch let out a languid breath.
"Haaah... haaah... your hands are quite skilled..."
"Ah, thank you."
This time I slightly activated Increase Body Temperature and Electric Finger, adding the effect of a subtle electrotherapy device.
The bathwater sloshed, so I looked downward: the Witch's legs were fidgeting this way and that. And keeping time with those movements, the Witch's alabaster-like bottom swayed...
"Haaah...haaah..."
Ah, well. Whatever the Witch's identity was, what did it matter? As long as she treated me well, that was all I needed.
Nothing the Witch had told me had done me any harm. If anything, it'd helped me. She had not even cared after I wrecked her so thoroughly.
If that had happened to me, I would've definitely gotten revenge. For example...
Abruptly, the Witch opened her mouth.
"What were you thinking about so intently?"
"Huh?"
"You were so talkative earlier, but now you haven't said a word. What were you thinking about?"
Ugh.
'I was thinking about sexually tormenting the Witch.'
I couldn't exactly say that...!
I instantly ran my mouth.
"I-I was thinking that you're merciful, Witch."
"Oh my."
The Witch turned her upper body slightly and looked up at me. Her massive breasts spilled over the side of the bed and stole my gaze. Dear God. I did not think I could resist.
But as if she didn't care in the slightest about my state, the Witch just kept asking questions.
"That's the first time I've heard that. Why did you think that?"
"Uh...um...well."
Why was the Witch merciful? Because her breasts were enormous, obviously.
But setting that aside, the Witch's attitude did have something definitely generous about it.
"Th-this may sound rather absurd now, but I took your first time, and you are letting me off with merely hearing my story. It was self-defense, of course, but I still think I was rather rough. Yet you told me it was all right..."
"Aha."
The corners of the Witch’s eyes curved as she looked up at me. Her gaze was more benevolent than anyone’s.
"Did it weigh on your mind that much? Contrary to your conduct, you've been having rather cute thoughts."
"Merciful, you say. To think I'd hear that in my lifetime." The Witch murmured it with a small laugh.
And she called me cute? I'd never heard that in my life.
Besides, wasn't taking a woman's first time a pretty huge deal? A virginity she'd guarded for an endlessly long time? I had no idea how old the Witch was, but probably for an uncountable span of time she'd kept her chastity...
"That part isn't very cute."
The light in the Witch's eyes instantly turned icy cold. I hadn't even said anything?!
"W-Witch. Can you read my mind?!"
"You give away far too much."
Having said that, the Witch lay face-down again.
"Just carry on with what you were doing."
"Y-yes."
Breaking out into a cold sweat, I continued the massage. This Witch, somehow the moment age was involved, her intuition seemed to sharpen enormously. To the point where she could read me even when I merely thought about it. It was practically the realm of mind reading.
The Witch was reacting way more sensitively to talk of age than to the fact that I'd taken her virginity.
"..."
But put another way, it meant it was fine as long as I didn't bring up age. In that case...
Moving past her shoulders, I gently stroked along the Witch's spine. Even though she clearly felt my hand sliding downward, the Witch stayed still.
"Haaah...haaah..."
As I kneaded her waist, the Witch's breathing grew more heated than before. The bathwater began to lap more strongly at the same time.
I lowered my gaze to her bottom. From between her thighs, a liquid that was clearly not bathwater flowed out, denser and more viscous like honey sinking through water.
I slid my hands a little lower.
At the shallow indentations between her spine and buttocks—the dimples of Venus—I pressed in my thumbs and stroked gently. The Witch slowly raised her hips as though pleased.
The Witch's breathing grew steadily more excited.
This was clearly permission, right? She'd said no earlier, but words changed with the situation. As always!
"Hoooh...hooooh...."
I softly stroked her bottom, yet the Witch remained still. Same thing even when I squeezed.
Good.
I spread the Witch’s buttocks and gently reached toward the pink folds behind them...
"I am sure I said I would not permit that?"
"?!"
I-I couldn't move!
Before I knew it, the Witch had risen from her spot and was sitting up. But I couldn't so much as twitch a finger. The Witch had once again used some vile trick!
"Mmph! Mmph?!"
My mouth wouldn't move! The Witch sealed my lips without even giving me a chance to say anything!
Looking at me, the Witch wore a benevolent smile.
"Fufu... Even after what I told you, you still tried such a prank. A disobedient child needs a little punishment."
But the Witch's words didn't register in my ears.
Because the Witch's figure was growing bigger and bigger! No, not just the Witch: the bathtub, the bathroom, the bathwater, everything except me was getting bigger!
"!!!"
No, it wasn't that the other things were getting bigger. I was the one getting smaller!
At my horror, the Witch only laughed and gestured with her hand. At the same moment, a mirror appeared from somewhere. My reflection in that mirror was...
'I've gotten younger?!'
With a single gesture, the Witch had turned me into a weak, utterly helpless little kid! So much for merciful! As I thought, this Witch was wicked and cruel!
"Fufu... you should have just behaved yourself."
The Witch laughed and flicked out her red tongue.
...
That day, I learned exactly what true Reverse Sexual Assault was.
"Nngiiiiiihhh!!!!"
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I ended up being tormented by the Witch from before dawn until morning.
She wrung me dry with all manner of things: her hands, feet, hair, the backs of her knees, and even a horrifying object I couldn't bring myself to name.
I tried to use my skills to resist, but somehow the Witch even blocked every single one of them.
She had blocked my skills. I couldn't understand how that was possible.
But there was something scarier than having my skills blocked.
Being tormented like that hadn't felt bad. No, I had actually enjoyed it a little...
"Don't just sit there in a daze. Go sprinkle this around the perimeter."
"Ah."
The Witch held out a red potion to me as I sat blankly in the reception room.
"This is...?"
"A scent unicorns dislike. I trust you know how to use it?"
"Ah, yes."
R-right.
To live in the middle of unicorn territory, she needed something like this now that she was no longer a virgin...
I stepped out of the mansion and sprinkled the reagent little by little around the area. Fortunately, the Witch had returned me to my original form. Well, after wringing me out like that, you'd think she'd be satisfied.
I checked my minimap in case other monsters were nearby, but the surroundings of the Witch’s House were impossibly quiet—
"?!"
Why the hell were you guys here?!
My minimap was indicating that our girls were heading this way...!