Minerva, the Witch Driven Mad by Her Lifelong Desire

"Ah... haah... haaa... ♡"

"Phew..."

Dragging my exhausted body out of the bath, I sighed and pulled on my clothes. Meanwhile, Haruna, whom I had thoroughly ravished until sunrise, lay sprawled across the bed, twitching slightly as she struggled to catch her breath.

Sniff, sniff...

Why did it feel like even my clean clothes smelled of semen? Shaking off the lingering dampness, I took one last look at Haruna's body before heading out.

"Haaah..."

The butt plug and pussy plug I had inserted before going to wash up were still firmly in place. Since I had ordered her to keep them in all day, there was no way she would remove them herself, but I checked just to be sure.

"Well, I'm off."

"Y-Yes... master... ♡"

With a soft clink, I grabbed the necklace resting on the desk, slipped it into my pocket, and stepped out of the room. A rush of crisp, fresh air filled my lungs, instantly clearing my head.

Ah, the room just needed to be aired out. Realizing my clothes didn't actually smell like anything, I quietly slipped out of the house so as not to wake the other girls who were still fast asleep.

"Good morning, Chief!"

"Yes, good morning."

"Kyaaa!"

"Hey, watch it, girl!"

Greeting the energetic villagers who were already up and about, I made my way out of the settlement. I headed into the jungle as usual, planning to wait for Minerva at our designated spot.

Chirp, chirp, tweet!

Listening to the lively morning birds, I hummed a tune as I stood in the shade of a massive tree. But after waiting for several dozen minutes, it finally dawned on me that Minerva was unusually late.

"Hmm..."

Since arriving in Hinera Village, I had met with Minerva numerous times, and she had never once broken an appointment or even been late.

Did something happen? Just as worry and curiosity began to creep into my mind, I finally remembered the artifact necklace that connected me to her.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the necklace and channeled a thread of mana into it. As my mana seeped into the artifact, the crimson gemstone flared to life, emitting a low, rhythmic hum.

"Hello? Lady Minerva?"

The hum grew louder, and the gem glowed brighter. Oh, it's connecting. I cleared my throat, preparing to call out to her again, when a faint sound began to leak from the necklace.

I strained my ears, focusing on the sweet, breathless voice filtering through the static. Though the connection was choppy, it was unmistakably Minerva's voice. What on earth was she doing?

Clatter! Crash!

The moment I focused harder, a startled shriek echoed from the gem, and its brilliant light instantly died. She sounded completely panicked. What could she possibly have been doing to react like that?

As I stood there piecing together the clues, the necklace in my hand flared with light once more.

"Ah, yes. By the way, what were you doing just now? It felt like we were connected for a second."

With a faint click, the connection cut out. I stared down at the darkened gemstone, lost in thought.

A cool breeze swept over me. Slipping the necklace back into my pocket, I looked up and locked eyes with Minerva, who was descending from the sky, drenched in sweat.

"I-It is good to see you~ Did you rest well?"

Minerva landed on the forest floor, offering a shaky greeting. To put it politely, she looked haggard. To put it bluntly, she was an absolute mess.

Her raven hair was completely disheveled, dark circles hung heavily under her eyes, and her pupils spun as if she couldn't focus. A thin trail of drool even leaked from the corner of her mouth. On top of that, she was wearing a suffocatingly tight witch's robe, buttoned all the way up to her neck despite the sweltering heat.

"Did something happen?"

Minerva, looking like a total wreck, panted heavily as she pulled a hand mirror from her robes. After checking her reflection and frantically smoothing down her hair and clothes, she cleared her throat, clasped her hands together, and spoke in a forced, cheerful tone.

"Oh, it's nothing~ I'm a bit late, aren't I? I ran into a slight snag with my research—"

Drip.

Just as I was about to accept her excuse, a sudden dripping sound interrupted her bright explanation.

"Is it raining...?"

I looked up, but the sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue. Unable to pinpoint where the sound had come from, I gave up and turned back to Minerva. Her face had gone completely pale. She slapped both hands over her mouth, letting out a tiny hiccup.

"Are you sure you're alright...?"

"Y-Yes! *Hic!* Absolutely! Shall we go~?"

Her shoulders trembled as she bowed her head, swallowing hard to compose herself. Finally, she looked up with a strained smile and offered me her hand.

As I took her sweaty hand, our bodies slowly drifted off the ground. She really doesn't seem to be in the right state of mind. Is it safe to let her fly? Pushing down my rising anxiety, we soared into the sky. Minerva spoke up, as if trying to reassure me.

"Don't worry~ It's just a minor *hic!*"

The moment she opened her mouth, we lost our balance and tilted dangerously in midair. A startled Minerva clamped her lips shut and focused all her concentration, barely managing to stabilize our flight.

Thoroughly spooked, she didn't dare speak another word, silently hiccuping under her breath as she flew us toward her cabin.

As Minerva flew with her eyes fixed blankly ahead, her loose witch's robe began to flutter wildly in the wind. Standing slightly behind her, I leaned down, trying to catch a glimpse beneath the flapping fabric.

Whoosh!

"Ngh!"

The moment I bent my head, a sudden gust of wind blasted against us. Minerva bit her lip, focusing entirely on keeping us airborne, while the wind graciously blew her robe wide open for me.

Beneath the fluttering hem, her smooth, sun-kissed bronze buttocks bounced with every movement, commanding my full attention.

They looked so plump and delicious, like rich chocolate truffles, that I had to suppress the urge to press my tongue against them. Instead, I simply feasted my eyes on the deep, alluring crevice of her bronze rear.

To make matters better, Minerva wasn't wearing any panties. From the cleft of her bronze mound, a steady stream of clear, glistening arousal was trickling down her inner thighs.

"Oh..."

After thoroughly enjoying the sight of her wet, glistening vulva, I finally straightened up just as Minerva's Cabin came into view, pretending as though I had been staring straight ahead the entire time.

"Phew...!"

Minerva touched down a bit too abruptly. The sudden draft from her landing blew her robe straight up. Startled, she let out a small shriek and frantically slapped her hands down to hold the fabric, looking like Marilyn Monroe over a subway grate. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠robe had flown up high enough for me to catch a glimpse of her dark pubic hair, but I pretended not to notice.

"Mmmgh..."

Letting out a low, throat-clearing sound like a purring cat, she bowed her head to compose herself. When she finally looked up, she offered a quiet, embarrassed apology.

"I-I am so sorry... I stayed up very late last night..."

Liar. You're late because you were masturbating, the words teased at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them down.

"It's fine. You do look incredibly tired."

"Thank you... Ah, please, go on in first."

"Sure, thanks."

Her face flushed crimson, Minerva fidgeted with her fingers and bowed once more. With an awkward smile, she pushed open the creaking, rusted door and gestured for me to enter first.

Sniff, sniff.

"Ah..."

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"Is something the matter?"

"Ah, no. It's nothing."

The moment I stepped into the cabin, a sigh escaped my lips.

The thick, musky scent of a woman—or rather, the raw, concentrated pheromones of a female in heat—hung heavy in the air, mingling with Minerva's signature rose fragrance. Caught off guard, the sheer potency of that scent sent a jolt straight to my crotch, causing me to instantly erect.

"Please, have a seat. Today's potion just needs a little more stirring to be complete~"

"Ah, alright."

Minerva seemed completely oblivious to her own scent, leaving the windows shut and trapping the dense, intoxicating aroma inside the cramped cabin.

In the corner, a bedsheet soaked through with dried vaginal fluids lay crumpled, evidently forgotten. Minerva, completely flustered, was frantically tidying up the cabin while simultaneously stirring her cauldron.

"Phew..."

When we first met, she had been so teasing and seductive, yet here she was acting incredibly clumsy. I wondered for a moment if she was testing me on purpose, but watching her scramble around so earnestly, it seemed she was genuinely just overwhelmed.

"You must be very tired as well, Casanova~"

Unaware that my sigh was because of her, Minerva assumed I was just exhausted and offered a warm smile as she stirred the cauldron. I gave a vague nod and waited. After a few ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more vigorous stirs, she smiled and ladled the bubbling liquid into a small teacup.

"It's quite hot, so let it cool down before you drink it~"

"What kind of medicine is it today?"

"Hmm..."

Placing a slender finger against her plump lips, Minerva rolled her eyes thoughtfully before listing off several herbs.

"I used Vista Flower, Dalburmi Flower, Twilight Mushroom, and Wild Boar's Gallbladder. They are all potent stamina-boosting ingredients, you see~"

"There aren't any side effects, right?"

"Mmm..."

Minerva hesitated, scratching her cheek before murmuring softly.

"Well, the Vista Flower does have some toxicity, but I've neutralized it completely, so it's perfectly safe. Drink up without any worries~"

Hearing that didn't exactly put me at ease, but I didn't want to offend her, so I simply nodded and picked up the cup once it had cooled down a bit.

"Hmm..."

A faint, sweet herbal aroma wafted from the liquid. Meeting Minerva's expectant gaze, I downed the potion in a single gulp.

Gulp.

As the sweet, herbal flavor washed down my throat, I smacked my lips, thinking it tasted far better than the bitter traditional medicine I used to take back in my old world.

"What you just drank is my latest formulation. I believe you will be taking this one continuously starting tomorrow~"

"How long do I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have to keep taking it?"

"Actually, if I can find the compatible elements in your semen that match my formula, I could complete the cure as early as tomorrow. But if not..."

She gave me a look that said, 'You know what that means, right?' Well, since I had promised to help her, I had to see it through. I nodded, swallowing to clear the dry, herbal aftertaste from my mouth.

"Does the effect kick in quickly?"

"Since this is your first time taking this specific blend... well, could you, um, take off your pants?"

"Alright."

Slide.

Since this was only the second time, I felt a bit self-conscious stripping down in front of her. But seeing the sheer curiosity burning in her eyes, I knew hesitating would only invite teasing, so I quickly shed my trousers.

Boing.

Between the glimpse of her bronze rear and the thick scent of her arousal still hanging in the cabin, my member was already fully primed. However, Minerva mistook this for the immediate effect of the potion and began questioning me in an incredibly excited tone.

"The effects are far stronger than I anticipated! It didn't show this level of potency during the trials on mice...! How does it feel? Do you feel an overwhelming urge to impregnate a woman right now?!"

As she fired off questions like a machine gun, I raised my hands to calm her down like a matador taming a bull, answering her step-by-step.

"Well, I do feel a sudden rush of blood, but as for the erection... I was already hard before I drank it."

"What...? You mean your member was already erect?"

"Yes."

"But why...?"

She sounded genuinely bewildered, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. Seeing her deflate after realizing it wasn't the potion's doing, I debated whether to sugarcoat it, but ultimately decided to tell her the raw truth.

"I got excited because your scent is filling the cabin, Lady Minerva."

"Excuse me...?"

"Your scent is so strong in here that it made me hard."

"Ah..."

To think she could be so shy after jerking me off so intensely yesterday. Her face flushed as red as a ripe persimmon, and she puckered her lips like a fish before quickly looking down to change the subject.

"U-Um, please let me know if you feel any other sensations."

"Sure, will do."

As we sat in the awkward silence of the cabin, my shaft suddenly twitched, and a strange sensation washed over it. When I touched it, I realized the sensitivity had drastically decreased. No matter how much I squeezed or poked it, it felt numb, as if it had been lightly anesthetized.

"It's gotten much harder than usual, but the sensation has gone numb."

"Is that so? Let me check."

With her face still burning red, Minerva approached me with hesitant steps. Kneeling before me just as she had yesterday, she wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Ah...! It's so hot...!"

Minerva let out a satisfied smile at the potion's efficacy, focusing entirely on the massive shaft before her.

"Let me examine it for a moment."

"Go ahead."

As Minerva massaged his shaft, muttering various hypotheses under her breath, Casanova looked down at her with interest. He noticed that the chest area of her tight-fitting robe was protruding slightly.

Oho...

Her nipples had hardened, pressing visibly against the fabric of her robe. At the sight of her wanton display, Casanova's member twitched involuntarily, asserting his raw lust.

The sudden jerk caused his thick head to lightly bump against Minerva's nose as she leaned in, but she didn't seem to mind. Instead, she leaned even closer to inspect it.

"Haaah..."

As her sweet breath brushed against his sensitive skin, Casanova's hips twitched slightly in frustration. Even with his senses dulled, the sensation was incredibly erotic. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret—if his senses were normal, how warm and exquisite would her breath have felt? He felt a slight resentment toward the potion.

Unaware of Casanova's inner turmoil, Minerva finished her visual inspection. As the massive shaft throbbed in her palm, her focus shifted entirely to the physical sensation. Though flustered, she found herself utterly captivated by the sheer size of his member.

"Mmmgh..."

Its hardness, which had previously felt like a wooden club, was now comparable to an iron stake. The heat radiating from it was so intense she wondered if it might actually burn her palm.

If I were to be impaled by this thing... just like Haruna was yesterday... what would happen to me? Lost in her scandalous delusions, Minerva let out a slow, hot breath.

Throb.

"Ah..."

"Is there a problem?"

Casanova asked with a sly grin, but Minerva was in no position to look him in the eye. Clutching the throbbing shaft in her hands, she stared at it in a trance, frantically swallowing her saliva as the thick, masculine scent of pre-cum wafted from his urethra.

Gulp...

"Well then, please proceed with the extraction."

"Ah, y-yes...!"

Right, I'm holding this to collect Casanova's semen. Shaking off her dirty thoughts, Minerva focused back on her task and began to slowly stroke the shaft.

Unlike her clumsy attempt yesterday, her technique was now flawless. Casanova marveled at her improved skill, though he couldn't help but lament his dulled sensitivity.

What a waste...

At this rate, no matter how good she was, he wouldn't feel much. He felt a wave of annoyance toward Minerva for brewing such a potion, but the witch herself was completely consumed by her own desires, stroking the rigid shaft frantically in hopes of extracting his seed as quickly as possible.

Faster, faster...

If yesterday's Minerva had wanted his semen purely for research, today's Minerva was in a rush to secure the sample, send Casanova away, and immediately masturbate to her heart's content.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

The intense heat radiating from his shaft caused Minerva's petite hands to sweat, creating a wet, squelching sound as she stroked him. Despite her erotic movements, the dulled pleasure left Casanova feeling rather indifferent, and he simply watched her work with a bored expression.

"H-How does it feel compared to yesterday...?"

Slick, slick, slick.

Minerva asked, her lips puckered as she continued to stroke him. For the sake of the research, Casanova gave her an honest assessment.

"It's incredibly numb, and I don't feel any urge to ejaculate at all. I'm mentally aroused, but the physical sensation just isn't there."

"Ah, the member... Hmm, was the ratio of Vista Flower too high? It shouldn't cause complete paralysis..."

Minerva muttered about the potion's properties while continuing to pump his shaft. Once again, silence fell over the warm cabin. Dozens of minutes passed. Even as Minerva's arm began to ache from the exertion, the rigid shaft remained as erect and imposing as ever, showing no signs of softening.

"Um... do you feel anything at all?"

"Not a thing."

Casanova shook his head, genuinely feeling nothing. A sudden wave of anxiety washed over him. Am I going to end up impotent because of this?

"T-Then what should we do...? If we don't get it out soon, it might become dangerous..."

"Dangerous?"

"Ah, I-I just mean theoretically."

Her evasive answer only fueled his anxiety. Casanova decided to press her for a solution.

"It doesn't look like your hand is going to work. Isn't there another way?"

"What?!"

For a split second, she wondered if he was trying to seduce her. But looking into Casanova's eyes, which seemed entirely earnest, she managed to calm her racing heart.

"We can't just leave it like this. What about using your mouth, or maybe your thighs...?"

"M-My mouth?!"

Even though she had calmed down, the prospect of using something other than her hands to extract his semen terrified her.

Other men would have brought in other women or resolved it themselves without involving her directly. Why is this man so difficult? The fear of the unknown slowly began to creep into Minerva's mind, stripping away her usual composure.

"I-I can't do that."

Her flat refusal left Casanova dumbfounded. He stared at her with a look of sheer dissatisfaction, his voice dropping to a low, serious register.

"Then what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to just walk around like this forever?"

Flustered by his cold tone, Minerva's mind raced as she desperately weighed her research against her pride. Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut and blurted out the first compromise she could think of.

"I-I'll use my breasts!"

Hearing a compromise that was highly to his liking, Casanova let out a deep, satisfied smile and nodded.