1,000 Favorites Commemoration Special Edition - [The Witch Who Shatters Boys' Chastity Walls]
There are hardly any age restrictions for enrolling at Pluwitch Academy, but most students enter when they're young or still kids—right in the prime of their passionate, fiery youth.
During that blazing time of life, guys naturally start wanting to date someone their age or fall head over heels for a stunning beauty at first sight. That's just how boys are. Of course, they usually get shot down hard for trying, and things don't come easy—that's youth for you.
Since they're still first-years, they can take it slow, get to know each other, build connections, and start dating if feelings develop. Almost no one skips studying right after enrollment to chase romance instead.
Still, you can't fight the instinct for species reproduction, and if you fall at first sight, there's no helping it. Today, too, the boys watched pitifully as the horse suin Revo trailed after that goat's butt like a lost puppy.
They pitied the poor guy, utterly smitten by Beatus's bold charms—born from some twisted lust, no doubt. But on the flip side, they felt awe bordering on reverence for his all-out pursuit. Who could mock the courage to charge ahead without fearing rejection?
Sure, they teased Revo when he was around, but no one belittled him as an idiot. Anyone who tried would've been dragged to sparring practice and turned into a punching bag by the other boys.
Nothing brightens academy life and brings more joy and happiness than these fresh, budding romances of youth.
...And among the spices that flavor those school memories, some are a bit too intense.
"Wiyu's a total boner-killer."
"Sounds insane, but can't deny it."
She had this habit of desperately yelling, "I'm a guy!!" like it was her catchphrase, so everyone just rolled with it. They couldn't say it out loud, but maybe she had some tragic past trauma making her insist on it so hard. Her mom was none other than that Aris Witchcraft, after all—maybe she'd been beaten into acting like a boy growing up.
Even just her infamy from history and myths (or legends?) painted her as a walking apocalypse beyond natural disasters. And that was her mom? No one could imagine home life with her. Wiyu claimed her mom was kind and sweet, but what else would she think with no other mom to compare to? How much gaslighting had she endured? They all looked at her with warm, pitying eyes.
She'd only learned she was a witch after enrolling, and even that she was the Witchcraft heir and "princess of witches" came as a post-enrollment shock. Everyone figured she'd been slaved away in the basement without human rights. Aris Witchcraft's rep for treating her familiars like meat shields and tools was infamous around here.
Girls even teared up seeing second-gen Witchcraft beaming like an airhead: "Hehe, I made my first friend!" "Ugh, studying's hard but fun!" "Try this—it's yummy!"
Unlike her terrifying first-gen mom, Wiyu Witchcraft got treated like a big, lovable dog—a black retriever pup—while also being handled like a live bomb. They pitied her, but her insane danger level kept everyone at a safe distance. Right now, with everyone gathered in the auditorium for class, the boys huddled in a corner, chatting until the topic turned to her.
"Check that out."
What the hell was she doing? She was practicing her new grappling moves on Yamucha, bragging she'd been training lately.
"See? Even without strength, use inertia like this!"
"Gah..."
She figured she could cover her lack of raw power with tough joints and durability. Hugging Yamucha tight, she kept tripping his legs, claiming it'd win her the next spar. Yamucha just stood there awkwardly, unfazed even by her frantic kicks to his shins. He was an insect suin martial artist, after all—no way her kicks would topple him. And if he fell, she'd squash him from on top, so no falling allowed.
"Poor commoner rep..."
"Sniff... suffering as a noble's plaything..."
"If he takes a bio-deal—mmph!"
"Shh, watch with kind eyes."
Radus clamped down on Multrenung's mouth before he said something risky. Anyway, everyone just pitied Yamucha's ordeal. Few looked on enviously. Sure, some survive pufferfish or cyanide, but Witchcraft? 200% fatal.
Art's for admiring from afar, and watching someone else's youth, romance, and "suffering" is the most fun. Better than greedily reaching out and vanishing forever. (We'll skip calling Multrenung a brave idiot for it.)
"Sitting next to her, I can tell—she rests her tits on the desk like it's nothing," said Norris, the goblin girl who'd lost her balls(?) to Wiyu and become female, rubbing her chin.
Radus nodded vigorously, his regent hair flopping, eyes sparkling in agreement.
She wore pants and short hair to claim she was a guy—but skipping bras? Too much. Even Norris, now a busty goblin girl, had adapted fast and wore one because they were so heavy. Wiyu treated hers like they'd sag anyway when she aged—no care taken.
"Staring too hard gets Beatus glaring like she'll kill you—scary stuff."
"We don't have dirty thoughts!"
It was just those monstrous tits' gravity sucking in gazes—unfair! Massive jugs jiggling pulled heads instinctively, docs be damned. Not just guys—even girls in class zoned out staring. What more proof?
"Speaking of... she's way too defenseless."
"This is the boys' section—why's she here?"
"Quiet."
Meru Lume, petting goblin Norris's hair, nodded in sympathy to the boys' gripes. As her dormmate, she freaked out that weekends made Wiyu not just defenseless but negative defense.
Everyone sighed knowingly—except octopus-headed orc Zard.
"Library talk?"
Multrenung rubbed his butt-like jaw, recalling with a troubled look.
"Oh, hey Multrenung."
"You actually remember my name."
"We're same-year firsties? Why wouldn't I call you by name?"
"It's Butt-Jaw or Brave Idiot."
"Haha, what? Anyway, you taught me divine studies before—cool if I ask more?"
"Of course."
Wiyu Witchcraft brushed off his black magic threats like nothing, staying friendly. Honestly, after he'd killed her once, it felt like "let's pretend it didn't happen." But it all happened so fast, he barely remembered. Anyway, now a priest of the Goddess of Nurture studying divine magic, he'd run into her at the weekend library.
"Open your mouth and you're dead."
Multrenung just nodded at the grim advice from Grand Duke Change, the pinnacle of brutal demons and one of Hell's warlords. Weekend meant no binder— just a loose shirt stretched by her huge tits, gaping every time she spoke. Armpit flashes were bad enough, but sideboob was a weapon. He grabbed his books and fled.
True, untouched disasters pose no threat—that saying exists for a reason.
"Even if her mind's male... Wiyu's personality is pure puppy."
It might sound like an insult, but she was kind to everyone, slow to anger, emotions plain on her face. Happy? Grin. Tired? Panting tongue out. Sad? Teary sniffles. Her face gave everything away—no filter. First-years wished she'd hide it a bit; nightmares of parents showing up yelling, "I'll gouge out every eye that saw my girl's tits!"
"PE class is the worst."
Norris recounted the gym uniform not fitting, tits overflowing like a volcano.
"No money! Gym clothes don't fit alreadyyy!!"
Beatus once got a faceful from a boob pop-out and collapsed screaming. Zard shuddered, remembering the zipper explosion hitting his forehead while he stood dumbstruck.
Killer pressure bursting clothes always sent someone nearby to the nurse during PE...
"Stamina's great, but she sweats buckets."
"Said back home she went shirtless."
"Explains no friends."
"Maybe friends existed... and vanished?"
Wiyu sometimes moped about no peers or same-sex kids in her rural village. They suspected her mom for creepier reasons but didn't pry. Living slave-life farming, milking livestock daily, she ignored stares anyway.
"Wrapping in bandages is something."
"Gets hot and unconsciously strips."
"Eyes glaze quick..."
"Sometimes she tries unwrapping, so I lend her mine."
Everyone sighed deeply, recalling the scene. Even clingy Meru Lume sighed in shared woe. Norris dragged her to academy shops weekends for Wiyu? No wonder. Male-turned-female with huge tits made her Wiyu prototype (?), a strategic asset(?). Wiyu treated her friendly as "fellow guy."
"Like a canary in a mine."
"First-year thin ice... gotta jump if it cracks."
"You're our domino—fall and we all go."
"Goblins are canon 1st-floor fodder..."
"I know, sad."
Pity the male-to-female change... but Norris loved goblin girls' heavenly treatment. Two "male-minded girls" in first-year wrecked sexual orientations beyond repair.
Not just doomed guys warming to her kindness. Childhood friend suddenly a beauty, still tomboyish? Torture for hormonal boys. Norris missed Radus's crush, but Revo eyed sympathetically.
"Lately, no binder though."
During chat, tail-end tied orc Zard piped up. Shock rippled—even Meru swore "No fucking way" and demanded confirmation.
"For real, no binder."
Binder soaked? Or too stuffy? Zard confessed glimpsing underboob when she lifted her gym shirt to wipe sweat.
"If dying, I'm second..."
"Zardddd!!!"
Octopus face, class tail-duo tie, now this? Too tragic.
"Girly pheromones wafting, sweet breath, even sweat smells floral."
"Witch trait."
"Succubi get wrecked too."
"First-year boys supposedly have charm resistance..."
Orc-sensitive nose made it worse; friends silently hugged consoling Zard. Normal sweat stinks musty—but Witchcraft bloomed floral. Arm-up inhale? Overwhelming sweetness. He'd die without the octopus head—nose-deep suicide otherwise.
"Tough being guys."
Library: sits next to anyone, studies. Glances pulled to tits, eyes meet, sweet smile: "Mind if I ask something?" Natural flirt. "What're you studying?" Closes in—witch scent brain-melts.
"Weekend library's facing death..."
Girls there even questioned their orientation. For boys, a beauty thigh-to-thigh? Insanity. Without Witchcraft name, confession line would form.
"My theory: scouting sacrifices. Needs a sucker."
"Same hypothesis... kindred spirit."
"Nah, just pure, innocently friendly."
"That's scarier. Build affection, courage—then confess even braining you."
"Grand Duke gotta smite this fool for salvation."
"TMI: Aris Witchcraft's necromancy goddess—no escape post-death."
"Flees dimensions? She smashes 'em."
She's cute big pup, but parents? Serious issues. Worse: hero who impregnated that Aris. Wiyu heard she has a dad... exists somewhere.
"Beat mom? Out pops true final boss dad."
"Shotgun for dads with daughters—Wiyu's pa?"
Beating mom bad; dad? Unimaginable form shook boys.
"So let's gratefully admire beauties from afar."
"Aaah... virgin life forever? Peak youth."
"Honestly, canary or breakwater—pity her most."
Chatter paused; boys and eavesdropping girls stared same direction.
"Yamucha~ Club after? Manga stuff—you come, I go too."
"Nah... prof needs commoner project stuff."
"Ooh, Yamucha's amazing."
"Can't finish? Cafe continue? Coffee on me."
"Th-thanks, but..."
Poor lamb... sacrifice, scapegoat, exam dummy—everyone gazed wistfully. Wiyu stuck to his back like a prankish friend, chattering boredom away. But tit-weight slumped his shoulders. He hunched uncomfortably—ignored as she straight-up climbed on. Pants hid nothing; violent hips shattered boys' and girls' chastity walls today.