Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Lions Have High Pride #4
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“Um… at the very least, couldn’t you use your mouth?”
I had to say it, even if it meant dying. I absolutely couldn’t bear to watch my precious Juji and marbles get mercilessly toyed with and defiled.
Being tied naked to this chair until my balls burst and I died would be far worse than getting eaten alive by rats in the underground sewers.
“Use my mouth? You want me to bite it? That’d hurt even more. My bite force is strong. It might get cut right off.”
No, why would you bite it?
It was like the very concept of pleasuring a man didn’t even exist for this witch. So, since things had come to this, I decided to go out swinging and ask her straight up.
“Um, Witch? If you don’t mind me asking, have you ever dated a man?”
“What does that have to do with this?”
“Everything.”
“Nope.”
“Then… have you ever experienced anything sexual…?”
“Samaritan friend. I may not look it, but I graduated top of my class from the Ivory Tower of Carinthos. Master’s in Magicology. Me, the one called Lioness Nemea—do you think I’d lack even that kind of experience?”
“Y-you have?”
“I read about it in books.”
No, fuck, that means you don’t have any at all.
Well, in a world without YouTube or even P2P sites, sexual knowledge might just be whispered among those in the know, like top-secret gossip.
It was funny and hard to believe that such a stunning beauty had zero experience with men. But I think I’d heard somewhere that the prettier a woman is, the less experience she might have.
Something like an aura that keeps men from approaching recklessly. Actually, when I first saw this witch, even Juji seemed to droop a bit.
In short, her situation was this: she had the theoretical knowledge but zero practical experience, making it even worse than knowing nothing at all.
Maybe, just maybe, I could use that to escape this bizarre confinement? Think, Hassan! Use your brain!
“Um, earlier you licked my ear. At least… like when you licked my ear…”
“Friend. Are you looking down on me right now? Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“I-I didn’t say that.”
“If you question my methods one more time, I’ll turn you into a dragon jar. Giving me advice is the same as insulting me.”
I had no idea what a dragon jar was, but from the vibe and context, I could tell it was something insanely terrifying.
Had I accidentally hit some berserk button I shouldn’t have?
My clever little scheme had just made things worse.
“I’ll… I’ll figure it out myself.”
She wouldn’t even allow the slightest advice—what kind of dictatorial bullshit was this? Fuck, Juji was gonna get ripped off and die at this rate.
When she’d asked for a massage earlier, I’d secretly hoped it might lead to some skin-on-skin contact.
Guess Dad was right—you’ve gotta keep your lust in check. He always said a man needs to master his desires. Fuck… sorry, Dad, your unfilial son’s checking out early.
As I floated in serene acceptance of my impending doom, watching my life flash before my eyes…
“I know what I’m doing. Better than most people. I like you, friend, but… there are things you don’t mess with on a person. Don’t ever try explaining to me again.”
The witch, slowly revealing her true colors, stood before me, looking down with a cold gaze. It was the exact same contemptuous stare I’d grown all too familiar with over the past two years.
It even made me miss Elfriede. When it’s your time to go, you start missing even those types.
Still, Elfriede had never gone so far as to lock me up and rip off Juji…
“No one looks down on me. My way is the right way. Call it heresy? Against the gods’ morals? Don’t make me laugh. For the truth, I’d do anything. Anything. Really, anything.”
Like a starved parrot, Witch Nemea repeated “anything” over and over. And finally, she straddled my lap.
“Wh-what!?”
“The surest method. Be quiet. It’ll be over soon. Look at the ceiling patterns or something.”
Her fingers slithered over my lower half. And then, from beneath the thin, fluttering skirt of the witch Nemea now seated on my lap, they delved in.
In that moment, I had an astonishing experience. Every nerve in my body rushed to my lower half, making it feel like a second palm had grown there, hypersensitive to every sensation.
My rock-hard, burning erection brushed past cool fabric and fibers, then scraped against something rough like bristly thicket, before finally meeting a firm wall.
I called it a wall, but it was soft, warm, and somehow slick.
A texture I’d never felt before in my life.
But I knew exactly what it was.
“Mm… this is the right way. Isn’t it? My purity… I guarded it so long, but goodbye for today.”
“F-for real?”
“Don’t freak out. I know reliable contraception spells. I’m a genius! Hoo… stay still. Scream and you’re dead. I’ll just stuff you instead.”
The witch sighed deeply right in front of my nose. Her sweet breath made my head spin.
As her body, hovering slightly, slowly sank down, my mind and body felt the opposite—like floating up into the heavens.
Squelch. Splish.
My unprecedentedly rigid shaft pierced straight through, unbent and uncrumpled by the intense friction, right into the crevice.
“Ugh… ah, it hurts. How’s it for you, friend?”
With my limited vocabulary and dull brain, I couldn’t even describe the sensation.
But suddenly, I understood why the world tabooed sex—why they banned its addiction, its reckless depravity, its lewdness.
Fuck, a feeling this ecstatic existed? The popular kids had been hogging something this good all to themselves?
“Hoo… I thought it was all in, but half’s still out. Damn it.”
Was something this slick and warm even allowed to exist? Goosebumps prickled my skin, and a hint of fear crept in.
Drip.
A tear of pure emotion rolled from my eye. Witch Nemea sighed again—hoo.
“Poor thing. Samaritan men are famous for keeping their chastity, unlike barbarians. Losing something so precious to me, with no love involved… of course you’d cry. But it can’t be undone now.”
Squelch. Splish.
It felt like it enveloped my entire body.
With her weight pressing down, I felt like a nail driven straight from the earth, piercing upward.
The moist, wrinkled flesh gripped my shaft without a gap—honestly, the urge to cum was already surging, making it pure agony to hold back.
“Th-there… all in. Easier than I thought. Easier than the books said. I really am a genius? How’s it feel? Losing your virginity?”
Even as she spoke, I had no room to reply. After two years of unwanted celibacy, this pleasure was an overwhelming shock.
The one silver lining: Witch Nemea’s movements pressing down on me were pretty clumsy and awkward.
“Hoo… yeah… hurts. Like something sharp scraping my guts. But… not as bad as I thought… mmph!”
Nemea groaned like someone enduring pain. It was far from pleasure or lust—just raw endurance of agony.
“Ugh… hoo… o-okay, moving now. I can do it. I can. Here I go.”
Squelch.
Thanks to Nemea hugging my shoulders and leaning her upper body fully toward me, I could rub my face freely against the massive, watermelon-like mounds.
The frills on her dress were a bit rough, but the sensation of her breasts beyond them was pure maternal bliss.
Gulp. Squelch.
Wet friction sounds echoed with every breath she took. Who’d have thought I’d hear this with my own ears? First times are even more intense and pleasurable than imagined.
Stab-squelch. Squish. Squelch. Splish.
“Urgh, hurts. Just hurts. But how about it? The sorrow of a man losing his chastity to a woman he doesn’t love? Makes you wanna cry, right? Huh?”
Tears did flow, but they were from joy, awe, graduation—and a vague sense of loss. Nothing to do with virginity bullshit like she said.
A bizarre misunderstanding, but no atmosphere to clear it up.
“The act hurts… ugh… it’s painful. But a man’s tears? Kinda exciting. I’ll train you to do it. Hoo… such a waste… don’t hold back.”
Slurp-slurp.
The witch licked the moisture on my face like it was delicious, all while shaking her hips.
Squelch, splish. Stab-squelch. Thud, smack.
Awkward and slow, maybe from pain or inexperience.
But that kept my building climax from flaring too fast—instead, it simmered low like sticky stew, steadily rising.
Teetering on ecstasy yet hovering just out of reach—it drove me insane. My brain felt half-fried!
“Ugh… you… you have to hurt too.”
Crunch.
Unable to bear the pain, Witch Nemea bit down hard on my nape. Felt like flesh might tear off. But it dialed back the surging climax a notch.
“Cum inside me. Your barbarian seed—in a genius’s body. Hurry. Think you’ll get another chance?”
Her urging me to creampie.
I was born for this— the thought flashed huge in my mind. I’d crawled through the gutter for this very moment.
I got why so many bugs mate even if it means getting eaten by the female.
“Wh-what? It’s… getting harder. Hot… ah! The feeling changed. My lower belly’s aching heavily.”
Splish-splish. Squish. Squirt. Pffft. Splish.
Lewd, soaking sounds leaked from under her skirt. Growing accustomed to the pain, Nemea’s hips picked up speed, bouncing elastically up and down.
“Haah, ahn, ow. Hurts. Definitely hurts. But feels weird. What… what is this? Strange feeling.”
Smack, smack. Stab-squish. Squish.
The sensation of her flawlessly stroking my shaft was worlds apart from jerking off.
Some male instinct told me I was about to experience the biggest climax and pleasure of my life.
“Hnn, haa… c-cum quick. You worthless barbarian cock. Cum already… ha!”
Splish, splish.
Her soft ass cheeks smacked audibly against my lower half.
From tip to base, swallowing whole, then pulling back wide—like she was dead set on milking my seed.
“Ugh, w-wait.”
“Who said open your mouth? You’re a cum-making stud horse. That’s all. That’s enough… hnn… ha!”
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
Under that bizarre verbal abuse, I came deep inside her.
Felt like it drained every fluid from my body—long and thick.
Squelch, squelch, pffft, pffft, squelch. Squish.
But even as I came, the witch’s grinding didn’t stop.
Her relentless hip play and vaginal squeezes on my hypersensitive glans and nerves during climax were insanely dangerous.
“Haah—hurry. Hurry and cum, I said. This is such a waste of time. Belnus. Cramagus. Apophepay!”
Mumbling incomprehensible words, the witch chanted. The ceiling started spinning.
Her jiggling massive breasts, red hair, sticky mating sounds, and cat-like moans blurred like ink in water.
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“Still not ripe enough. Harvested too early? Ah, yeah, about time to wake up. Friend. Rise and shine, morning’s here.”
“F-fuck!”
Flutter-flutter.
Startled by the voice, I jolted awake like a rooster flapping in panic. Blinking clear, I saw Witch Nemea in her pointed hat and red hair peering down.
“P-please spare me!”
“Huh? What’re you saying? You looked tired, so I let you crash at my place. Bad dream?”
“A d-dream?”
“Yeah, a dream. Must’ve been a nightmare. This place is full of dreamcatchers and cursed totems. Fall asleep randomly, and you get bad ones.”
Jingle-jingle.
Her finger pointed to the ceiling, where mobiles like those over kids’ beds swayed in the breeze, chiming softly.
“I fell asleep? When?”
“Dunno. After you massaged my back, I guess.”
A dream? That was a dream?
I rose from the plush leather chair. My clothes were properly on, pockets intact with all my stuff.
“Anyway, here—your 2 silvers as promised. Plus 1 silver for the massage.”
Still dazed, I felt her drop three shiny silvers into my palm with a clink. The clear chime of silver coins was more than enough to snap me alert.
Unlike the dull thunk of coppers, silver hitting silver sang like music—no orchestra needed.
Hehe, struck gold!
“Th-thank you!”
“No need to thank me. Payment for work done. Hey, friend—that massage felt amazing yesterday. Could you come back sometime and do my back again? 1 silver each time.”
“You want an outcall massage?”
“Yeah, call it that. Once a month—dodges the watchers, perfect fit. What do you say?”
Once a month, rub a woman’s shoulders, pocket 1 silver.
Any reason to say no? Not unless food piled up to my ankles. 1 silver bought 20 bowls of stew.
“Deal.”
“Love the straightforward answer. Friend, I’ve got stuff to do today—gotta bathe Whitey, good ingredients came in. Busy.”
“Ah, s-sorry for the rudeness. W-well, goodbye then.”
I bowed and headed out. For a nightmare, I’d slept deeply—body felt light.
Especially my head, heavy as a stone before, now light; nape cool, like fresh from the barber.
Swipe.
Touching my nape absentmindedly, the stubbly feel chilled my heart.
Not just nape—whole head cropped short. And my nails—when did I trim them this short?
“See you later, friend. Crash here anytime next time. But don’t go blabbing. No one’d believe you anyway.”
Her voice from behind made my whole body shudder.
I bolted without looking back, running till the shop vanished from sight. Felt like I had to.
…Fuck, it wasn’t a dream!
Panting after my sprint, I arrived at the guild building, also a temple to the war god Mars.
Just as I approached the entrance, I spotted a super familiar head on a bench and stopped.
Pink twintails. Luna. What’s she doing here?
Hard to approach, though—she was surrounded by a gaggle of women.
Not brave enough to barge into a girls’ clique.
Friends? Luna had friends? Surprising.
“Hey. Ignoring me? Come with us. We’ll even let you carry stuff.”
“Just join the Sword Maidens already. Sign up now, we’ll wagon you to Bronze tier.”
No, it’s a cult recruitment. Figures—Luna had no friends after all.