Chapter 172: Stubbornness(1)
Chapter 172: Stubbornness(1)
Lina’s party cleaned up the last of the Idol Worshippers remaining in the ruins.
With the main worshippers dead, the rest were mindless creatures, making it an easy task.
The next day, after a good rest, Lina and the Saintess completely destroyed the second Black Monolith.
Their work in the ruins was finally finished.
Kerry, too, had found a clue to releasing the Witch, so he had no reason to linger.
The party rested at Elpis’s Temple. Lina, in particular, had pushed herself too hard.
She insisted she was fine, but the party forced her to lie down and rest.
Kerry made an excuse and found a moment to be alone.
“The Witch must be getting impatient.”
Kerry had been putting off his trysts with the Witch, teasing her relentlessly.
He vividly remembered the look in her eyes when they last parted—a gaze drenched in excitement.
Kerry grasped the White Witch’s Seal.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his vision shifted to a familiar scene.
The bedroom where everything was pristine white.
No. I should correct myself. Amidst the familiar scenery was an unfamiliar sight.
It was the Witch’s attire.
What the hell? Her… her nightgown is incredibly slutty today!
The White Witch was so engrossed in a book that she hadn’t even noticed Kerry’s arrival.
The reading part was the same, but her nightgown was different from usual.
It wasn’t the modest one she usually wore, all bundled up.
Her top was a white blouse, so sheer it was almost transparent, and as for her bottom half… it was simply missing. Nowhere to be seen.
The top was just long enough to cover her ass.
Looks like she’s really going for it this time.
This was the first time Kerry had seen her like this. When he made his presence known, the White Witch finally tore her eyes from her book.
“Kerry!”
“My lady. I trust you’ve been well.”
“Of course I have. But you said you’d be back soon. You were quite late.”
“A lot has happened.”
Kerry told the White Witch everything that had transpired.
She listened as if she thoroughly enjoyed stories from the outside world.
A smile never left her face as she rested her chin on her hand.
“I see. So you went to the ruins and destroyed the second so-called Black Monolith.”
“Yes. And this is an ancient map I found there.”
The Witch took the map.
“The condition of this map is excellent. You’ve done very well. If I cross-reference this with the materials I possess, I might be able to deduce the location of the key to my seal.”
“That’s a relief.”
Just then, the White Witch glared at him.
“You’re not thinking of just giving me work and leaving again, are you?”
“Of course not.”
“You must play with me today. It’s disheartening when you always leave right after giving me a task.”
“I just didn’t have the time before.”
The White Witch nodded, seemingly reassured.
“Then this will be quick. Just sit there and wait for a moment. I only need to decipher the ancient language on the map and find the relevant documents.”
“Yes, yes. I have plenty of time today. Take it slow.”
The White Witch nodded and began to focus with frightening intensity, spreading the map out and opening thick tomes here and there.
Kerry watched her from the side.
The Witch was wearing something truly obscene today.
Completely bottomless.
His eyes kept drifting to her pale white legs. Her top, a nearly transparent white blouse, was also incredibly arousing.
Endure. I have to endure. If I give in to her intentions and pounce on her now, I lose.
Even while reading, the White Witch kept glancing at Kerry.
She “accidentally” dropped a book, showing off her cleavage as she bent to pick it up, but Kerry deliberately looked away.
Why? Why… why aren’t you pouncing on me, Kerry?
The situation—a woman trying to bait a man into ravishing her—was strange, but that wasn’t important to the White Witch right now.
Can you still resist this, Kerry?
The White Witch stood up and walked over to the bookshelf.
A book on a high shelf was just out of her reach, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes to get it.
As she did, her blouse rode up.
Her pale, round bottom, clad only in a thong, was on full display.
Worse, the thong was nothing more than a string, leaving her pussy completely exposed.
To be precise, the string was wedged between the lips of her pussy.
Kerry swallowed dryly.
He couldn’t get hard, but resisting an erection after seeing that was truly difficult.
I’ll just turn my head completely.
The White Witch, glancing back, pouted.
Even her finishing blow had failed; Kerry had turned his head as if he wasn’t interested.
Why? Why? Why do you reject me? Did I do something wrong…?
The White Witch couldn’t take it anymore.
With Kerry, who was usually the one making advances, now pushing her away, it wasn’t just her pussy that was getting desperate—her heart was, too.
“Kerry. Would you hand me that book over there? No. I shall just go and look at it myself.”
Kerry thought she meant the book on the desk in front of him.
But that wasn’t it.
The White Witch sat right down on Kerry’s lap. And she did it with utter confidence, reading the book as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It was a blatant seduction.
He could see the top of her white head just below his chin.
The Witch, small enough to fit perfectly in his arms, turned the pages while sitting on him.
She was clearly planning to continue her research right there on his lap.
She had even meticulously positioned herself so that his cock and her pussy were pressed together.
Swish. A page turned.
The Witch read on, feigning ignorance, while sitting on his cock.
I have to hold back. I must. If I get hard now, the tower I’ve built to break the Witch’s stubbornness will crumble.
As it happens, there’s nothing like your country’s national anthem to keep an erection at bay.
Filled with a longing for his homeland, Kerry sang the first verse of the anthem in his head. He felt a little calmer.
But when he glanced down, the Witch’s cleavage was in plain view.
Feeling a second crisis approaching, Kerry ended up having to sing all four verses.
He was repeating the anthem in his head like a round when the Witch suddenly whipped her head around.
She glared at him with a sulky expression.
Kerry feigned ignorance.
“What is it, my lady?”
“…”
The more she glared angrily, the more he wanted to tease her.
“What’s wrong? Is your research finished?”
The Witch shouted at Kerry.
“You are a truly wicked man, Kerry!”
“What? Why me?”
“You just are! Truly wicked!”
The White Witch hit Kerry’s chest with her hands. Of course, they were feeble, cotton-soft punches.
“My lady, I have no idea why you’re angry.”
“…”
The White Witch glared at Kerry for a moment before her eyes suddenly softened.
“Kerry. Do you not feel even a little pity for me? I wait for you all alone every day…”
“…”
The White Witch mumbled, her lips trembling. She did look a little pitiful.
Her face blushing, she confessed her true feelings.
“I… I… wish to be loved. Kerry… I want to be loved… by you.”
Finally, the Witch’s declaration of surrender.
Kerry had wanted to hear her honestly say she liked him at least once.
“It would have been better if you had just been honest from the start.”
But Kerry knew. There was still a part of her that wasn’t being honest.
“Th-Then, is your anger appeased?”
“No. There’s still something you need to be more honest about, isn’t there?”
“?”
Kerry pushed the White Witch, who was still on his lap, forward.
In an instant, she was bent over the desk at a right angle.
Her full, heart-shaped ass was thrust invitingly toward him.
The thong she had worn to seduce him was also clearly visible.
The string was buried between the thick lips of her pussy.
The White Witch was delighted. She was thrilled to finally be able to show Kerry her desperate, aching cunt.
Of course, her words said otherwise.
“You mustn’t, Kerry! It is embarrassing for you to look at my private place!”
Kerry let out a smirk.
Saying no with a voice trembling with arousal. Saying no while dripping this much lewd wetness from your pussy.
She really was a dishonest Witch.
He had let it slide before, but not today.
“Why can’t you just be honest? Why can’t you just say you like it when I touch your pussy?”
“!”
Kerry’s hand moved toward the White Witch’s pussy. His hand slipped between her proffered cheeks.
Kerry’s hand is on my pussy!
The White Witch felt his hand approach from behind, where she couldn’t see.
Each time his fingers brushed past her clit and the lips of her pussy, a jolt of pleasure shot through her entire body.
“Hhaahng!”
The White Witch had been holding back, not even masturbating. She had endured it all alone, groaning in frustration.
She had suppressed her burgeoning lust, telling herself that Kerry would come and relieve her next time.
But one day turned into two, and then more. Her lust had continued to build until just looking at Kerry was enough to get her worked up.
That was why her pussy reacted so violently the moment Kerry’s hand touched it.
Haaah! It’s electrifying! Kerry’s hand… his hand… haaah!
The White Witch unknowingly lifted herself onto her toes.
Bent over in a right angle, her ass rose even higher.
Kerry parted the lips of her pussy and rubbed the clitoris hidden within.
His hand was instantly coated in sticky fluid.
Squelch— Squelch— Squish—
“Haaaa… Aeuuut… Hiiing!”
The White Witch moaned, her face pressed against the desk.
Her face flushed red from the pleasure Kerry was giving her.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, my lady?”
“Hnngh! It does n-not feel good!”
“Don’t lie. You love it when I rub your clit like this before sliding my fingers into your hole.”
“Hnng! I-I do not like such things!”
“Still not being honest, I see.”
The White Witch felt the pleasure course through her as she lay draped over the desk.
Each time her clit was rubbed, a lewd moan escaped from deep within her throat.
Her legs began to tremble on their own. Even though she had just used the restroom, her pussy ached with the sensation that she was about to burst with arousal.
“Hnngh! Kerry… Kerry! If you keep touching my pussy… Haaaang!”
The pleasure reached its peak. The White Witch’s toes arched higher and higher.
Her eyes, hazy with pleasure, fluttered half-closed, her face a mask of lust.
Just as she was about to come, to gush from her pussy…
Kerry’s hand stopped. His timing was impeccable.
“Haaa… Hhhh… Heooh…”
The White Witch gasped for breath and looked back at him, her expression full of confusion, as if asking why he had stopped.
“Kerry?”
“Feels good, doesn’t it, my lady?”
The Witch couldn’t bring herself to say yes and clamped her mouth shut. That damned pride of hers was the problem.
“If you don’t tell me you like it, I’ll stop right here.”
“!”
The White Witch shot him a look that screamed, Isn’t that going too far?
Her pussy was already slick and dripping with fluid.
To help her make up her mind, Kerry lowered his pants.
His cock, so large it had made her gasp the first time she saw it, swung free.
To the Witch now, Kerry’s cock seemed like the most lovely thing in the world.
A moment of hesitation followed. But after seeing his cock, her deliberation wasn’t very long.
The Witch swallowed hard. Then, in a voice as small as a crawling ant, she said.
“It… it feels… good…”
“What was that? Your voice is too quiet, I can’t hear you.”
“It feels good…”
Kerry rubbed his cock against her wet cunt.
The sensation made the White Witch flinch and tremble.
“I can’t hear you, my lady. Please speak up.”
Unable to hold back any longer, the White Witch squeezed her eyes shut and let the words pour out.
“Kerry. Your… c-cock… I like it. I love the feeling of that cock filling my pussy completely… haaah! The sensation of our groins slamming together so violently! Hnngh!”
“…”
He never imagined she would say all that.
Kerry smiled in satisfaction.
“It would have been better if you were honest from the start.”
Just as the White Witch smiled in delight and tried to turn around…
There was no need.
She felt Kerry’s long, thick cock entering her pussy.
Perhaps because it had been so long, his cock felt even bigger.
This feeling of him filling her all the way up to her navel.
This was what the White Witch had wanted.
Kerry’s cock slid into the Witch’s pussy. It was so large that it took a long time to go all the way in.
Once he was fully inside, their groins met.
The White Witch let out the moan she had been holding back.
“Hhaaaaaaaang!!”
Before Kerry’s eyes, the nape of the Witch’s neck arched high.
After that, Kerry and the White Witch shared a wet and wild time.
The desperate Witch was far more aggressive than usual.
He almost got so caught up in fucking her that he nearly forgot what he was supposed to do.
Fortunately, he managed to finish his task one way or another.
Their intense lovemaking came to an end.
The White Witch was naked in bed, wrapped in a blanket.
Kerry sat at the desk, looking at the new map she had drawn for him.
On it were locations of ruins, written in the Imperial language that Kerry could read.
“Thank you for your hard work on the map, my lady. If I go here, I can find the key to your seal, right?”
“…”
“I should probably get going now. It’s gotten very late.”
Kerry said his goodbyes to the White Witch, who was huddled under the covers.
But for some reason, there was no reply.
“My lady?”
“…”
What’s this? Is she sulking because I made her admit she likes my cock?
But the lewd things the Witch had said at the end weren’t prompted by him.
Kerry would have been satisfied with just hearing her say “it feels good,” but she was the one who had blurted out the rest.
“My lady. Are you sulking?”
Finally, he heard her voice. It was definitely a sulky voice.
“You are truly! A truly wicked man, Kerry. How could you make me say such lewd things? Hmph!”
Kerry let out a laugh and looked at the bed.
Getting sulky after we did all that? Is she for real?