Chapter 5 One Before You

After the blowjob, Medea put her clothes back on.

Maybe because she’s so pretty and has such big breasts, even just putting on her shirt looked like a work of art.

’I just came, and I’m already getting turned on again.’

If a woman like this were my wife, I’d be Captain America.

I could go all day.

’If she sucked my cock while showing off those massive tits like earlier, I’d be hard all the time, ready to make babies.’

But why is it a 342-year-old hag instead of her?

The closer the carriage gets, the darker my life feels.

Screech!

Then the smoothly moving carriage came to a sudden stop.

’What, does the carriage feel my pain too? You’re a male too, huh!’

"It seems there’s a problem outside."

Never mind.

Of course, a carriage made by witches wouldn’t be male.

"Even a state-of-the-art carriage like this has issues?"

"The carriage itself is fine. It seems there’s an obstacle ahead."

We got out to check.

In front of us was a horde of orcs, their grotesque appearance is really something unlikable.

Dozens of them.

’Even this place has monsters living normally.’

Witches are a small clan.

No matter how skilled their magic, it’d be hard to kill all the monsters in the forest.

"Grehhhl! Grushl! Gahh! Snort!"

One of the orcs pointed at us and shouted something.

"What are those orcs saying?"

"They say they’ll shove their massive cocks into your hole."

"What? That’s a big problem. Why are you so calm?"

"Because I’m not the one getting fucked. You are."

What kind of bullshit is that?

"But that’s strange. Men don’t have holes."

"...They have an anus."

"They’d stick it in there? Why?"

The situation’s too urgent to teach this cold witch the joys of anal sex.

I’m always the one fucking, not the one getting fucked.

"Anyway, this is bad. Don’t you have some mystical, amazing witch magic to get us out of this?"

"No."

Medea said firmly, as if she already accepted the situation.

"As I said, I’m half-baked. I can handle about ten orcs at most."

"...That’s still impressive."

Ten orcs is a level humans can’t even dream of handling alone, unless they were special.

But with this many orcs, that’s not reassuring.

"Of course, a lowly... excuse me, a guest with inferior magic wouldn’t be able to either."

"You’ve been looking down on me too much."

"Can you fight then?"

"...Maybe five orcs."

"Haa."

Damn it. I’m considered a genius wherever I go.

These witches have ridiculously high standards for magic.

"Can’t we just ram through with the carriage?"

"This is for transport, not combat. A single strike from their axe would shatter it."

They brought me in something that fragile?

That’s harsh treatment for a groom.

"No choice then."

Medea sighed.

"Get in the carriage. I’ll switch it to forced auto-drive mode."

"Didn’t you say an axe would break it?"

"I’ll buy time somehow. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it safely."

So she’s saying she’ll sacrifice herself so I can escape?

I’m grateful, but...

"Why go that far for someone you just met?"

"You’re the Great Witch’s groom. It’s my duty to protect you."

Is that her professional pride as a handjob expert?

I don’t dislike people with that mindset.

Especially when it’s a gorgeous woman with huge breasts and perfect hips.

"No way. Let’s fight together, whatever happens."

Medea blinked and stared at me.

"...Are you insane?"

"I don’t abandon a woman who sucked my cock."

I haven’t even touched her breasts or fucked her pussy yet.

I can’t let a top-tier woman like this fall to orcs.

Since it’s come to this, every witch’s virginity should be mine.

"Who knows? Maybe if we fight together, a miracle will happen."

"Or an orc cock might end up in your anus."

"Then I’ll just die."

Medea stared at me again, then nodded.

"Fine. I hope you at least keep your lower half intact even if your arms get chopped off."

"Haha! No way I’m losing my massive cock."

I stepped forward, preparing my magic.

’This is totally crazy, but a genius human mage and a half-baked witch might pull it off.’

I readied my best spell.

Normally, this would lead to a cool fight where the witch falls for me.

...Sadly, this doesn’t seem to be that kind of story.

"Hell Flame."

BOOOOM!

A pillar of fire erupted from somewhere.

The roaring flames incinerated dozens of orcs in an instant.

The shockwave from the heat was so intense it knocked me to the ground, even from a distance.

"...What the hell is this?"

This... isn’t even magic anymore.

Even the forest trees around us were obliterated, leaving only ashes.

’Is this... the magic I know?’

It was more like a bombardment. No, a catastrophe.

Is this what witch magic is like?

"I came just in case, and it looks like it was dangerous."

A captivating voice rang out as someone approached.

Turning my head, I saw a stunning beauty standing there.

She looked at me, sprawled on the ground, and spoke softly.

"Oh, you’re..."

But I didn’t hear a word she said.

My senses and cells were too busy admiring her insanely hot body.

’Holy shit, what a body.’

Her low-cut black dress revealed a cleavage runway perfect for a cock.

The slight slit on the side showed off her sensual thighs.

It was an outfit that fully displayed her perfect figure.

’That body in that dress is just unfair.’

The form-fitting dress highlighted her slim waist and prominent ass.

The fabric made her thighs and navel even more provocative.

It was a body and outfit designed to ignite male fantasies and turn them on.

’And she’s ridiculously pretty.’

I can say with certainty she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Her beauty was almost divine.

With a hint of decadent charm, she exuded a mature allure.

"Haa... As expected of Lady Circe. So amazing today too."

Medea gazed at the witch with an enchanted expression.

Using honorifics, she must be someone important.

She certainly looks the part.

’There are some seriously hot witches.’

I’ve met two, and both have insane bodies and beauty.

That’s a 100% hit rate statistically.

"Hehe! How long are you going to sit there staring at my hand?"

"Oh, thank you."

The new witch extended her hand to help me up.

Big-breasted beauties are always kind-hearted no matter the world you are in.

Those huge tits are clearly bags of maternal love.

"And thank you for saving us. You’re truly a lifesaver. I’ll remember this debt as a mage."

"No need to be so formal. I just did what’s natural."

The witch glanced at the ashes where the orcs had been.

"Witches don’t often leave the village. This forest is ours, but not our domain. It occurred to me belatedly that monsters could be here."

Every time she turned her head, her massive breasts jiggled.

Thanks to gravity, my eyes kept drifting there.

"We almost let our guest get hurt. I’m glad you arrived safely."

"Thank you. I’m Karl of the Mars family. If it’s not rude, may I know your name?"

"Oh... you don’t know."

The witch nodded with a meaningful smile.

Even her smile was so beautiful it made my heart race.

’She’s sexy as hell.’

If witches like this are everywhere, why do I have to marry an old grandma over 300?

I could cry from the injustice.

"My name is Circe."

Her captivating pink lips moved, forming words.

"As the leader of the witch clan, I hold the title of Great Witch."

My mind froze, as if under a spell.

"Uh, wait, so..."

They say too much shock turns you into an idiot.

That’s exactly how I felt.

"I heard the Great Witch of the clan is over 300 years old."

"Mmm... that’s right. It might be unfortunate for you, but it’s not a small number."

It’s not about the number being small or large.

That flawless, youthful skin is 342 years old?

"No offense, Lady Circe, but you don’t look that age at all..."

"What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t I look older than Medea over there?"

She’s right in a way.

But it’s less about looking older and more about a mature, seductive vibe.

More bluntly, she’s a hot, busty MILF that’s even more arousing.

"For us humans, aging starts past 60. It’s hard to believe someone with flawless skin could be 300."

"Oh~ you don’t know much about our species, do you?"

The Great Witch smiled brightly.

Like she’d heard something amusing from a child.

"We long-lived species don’t age. No matter how old we get, we keep our youthful appearance."

It felt like her massive tits hit me in the back of the head.

I thought a 342-year-old Great Witch would be a grandma with a bunch back and wrinkled dry skin.

But she’s actually a vibrant, eternal vixen?

"So the beautiful you..."

An unbelievable miracle.

No, a blessing. My voice trembled.

"Are you saying you’re my bride?"

"D-Don’t say it so bluntly. It’s embarrassing."

A 342 years old grandma.

A great, beautiful, and powerful Great Witch.

No, my wife blushed shyly.

’Fuck... that damn bastard brother.’

I’m so damn grateful. Four NTR videos? Screw that.

I’ll make ten, including a mother-daughter special for him.

He’ll be crying from both ends.