Chapter 67 Honeymoon Night

"You’re going there today too, right?"

"Obviously~ If I miss this, I’d regret it for the next 200 years or so."

The two witches laughed cheerfully as they headed somewhere.

They weren’t the only ones.

In fact, every witch in the village was heading straight to the plaza.

Today was the day of the great witch Circe’s wedding.

Surprisingly, Circe had sent out wedding invitations to all the witches.

Attendance wasn’t mandatory, but the invitation expressed her hope that they’d come if they had time.

For the witches, refusing wasn’t an option.

They genuinely wanted to celebrate the highly respected and loved Circe wedding.

Plus, a wedding was a once-in-a-lifetime event they might never see again.

"What’s a human wedding like?"

"It’s probably super extravagant. I heard from the workers they’re preparing like crazy for the last few days."

"Wow, I’m so curious. They say the bride dresses up beautifully. Lady Circe will surely be stunning, right?"

"Hehe~ Getting a human husband must be nice. We get to see stuff like this."

The witches went to the wedding venue full of curiosity.

And they all gasped at the scale and splendor of it.

"Haa... whoa?"

"...WOOOW!"

"This is a wedding? It’s incredible."

Inviting all the witches naturally meant a large scale.

But the decorations and overall interior were breathtakingly beautiful.

It was the result of genius witches, called so for a reason, pouring their hearts into the great witch’s wedding, even sacrificing beauty sleep.

"Wow... look at that. It’s so pretty."

"Can you see the care put into every single decoration? It’s truly a masterpiece."

"This could be displayed in an exhibition hall. Everything’s a work of art."

Witches, by nature, love pretty and cute things.

With their long lives, they could see the sophistication in every detail of the decorations.

"So this is a wedding. Being the star of an event like this makes me a bit jealous."

"Hmm? You gonna marry a human guy too?"

"Eek! No way, I could never! I don’t have the courage for that."

"Yeah, true. Only someone like Lady Circe could pull that off."

For witches, marrying a human was completely uncharted territory.

The unknown is always the scariest thing.

Witches, especially those skilled in academics and magic, felt this even more strongly.

It’d probably be hard to find another man like Circe’s groom.

"Still, it’s really beautiful."

"Yeah! Just seeing this makes coming here worth it."

"Oh, no time for this! Photos and videos! We gotta record everything!"

"Ah! I should’ve brought my video device! I didn’t think of that!"

"Hehe, don’t worry. I’ll share copies later."

Every witch attending the wedding was in awe of the venue.

The overall structure of the ceremony was also impeccable.

Delicious food and desserts were available to enjoy at any time.

The joy of admiring the various decorations was top-notch.

Even the music playing was perfect.

In the history of witches, such a comfortable yet visually spectacular event would be rare.

Amid the witches’ admiration, the wedding ceremony finally began.

"Thank you all for coming to celebrate this wedding today."

The emcee was Karl. He stood in a clean, well-fitted wedding suit, dark and simple.

The jacket sat right on his shoulders, the shirt crisp and pressed.

With his polished shoes, he looked calm, ready, and fully present for the moment.

It was a funny situation for the groom to emcee, but since he was the only one familiar with weddings, it couldn’t be helped.

On the flip side, it was a great way to stay in the spotlight for a long time.

One of Karl’s goals for the wedding was to make a great long lasting impression on the witches.

"It’s been quite a while since I came to this village. I consider it a blessing to live in a place filled with such smart beauties."

"Of course, the most beautiful and lovely person to me is my wife, Circe, and only her."

He threw in an appropriate joke, leveraging his role as the groom.

The witches, new to weddings, found everything he said fascinating and amusing.

"Now, to everyone who came to celebrate, let me proudly introduce my beautiful bride, Circe."

With Karl’s words, the star of the show, the bride, finally entered.

A wave of gasps erupted among the witches.

"Whoa, she’s absolutely gorgeous."

"My goodness. How can someone look so sculpted? Like a star shining in the night sky."

"Did the god of magic create Lady Circe to show off to the world?"

"Ugh, my head’s heating up, I’m getting a nosebleed..."

All sorts of praises and poetic expressions typical of witches poured out.

Yet no one thought it was excessive.

Circe hair framed her face, spilling down over bare shoulders in dark waves.

The wedding dress hugged her full breasts and bountiful curves, ivory silk stretched tight in all the right places.

Lace dipped low, revealing plenty of skin, yet elegant and undeniably carnal.

She looked like temptation dressed as a bride—beautiful, ripe, and impossible to look away from.

Circe in her wedding dress was just that breathtaking.

Not only did the pure white dress suit her perfectly, but her beauty in it was dazzling.

Perhaps happiness was the best makeup a woman could wear.

Smiling softly, Circe was undeniably the happiest and most beautiful bride.

Circe slowly walked toward Karl and stood facing him.

Karl smiled, took her hand, and spoke again.

"I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Will you allow me to be by your side forever?"

"Yes, of course."

As they drew closer, they kissed.

The wedding venue instantly filled with the witches’ screams, applause, and joy.

The great witch Circe and her husband Karl.

They had officially tied the knot.

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"Phew, weddings aren’t easy, huh."

After the wedding and all the congratulations were over, Karl and Circe returned to their bedroom.

The long, drawn-out wedding must’ve been exhausting.

Circe plopped down on the bed.

"If I’d known it’d take this much preparation, maybe I should’ve scaled it down?"

"It ended up bigger than I expected. Everyone was so enthusiastic."

Every witch had eagerly volunteered to help with Circe’s wedding.

It was likely thanks to Circe’s usual high reputation.

As a result, the scale grew beyond Karl’s expectations, and the schedule stretched out.

It was a hefty schedule even by noble standards.

"Still, it was fun, right?"

"Hehe. Fun doesn’t even begin to cover it. I was so happy I thought I’d collapse."

As if still basking in the wedding’s afterglow, Circe kept smiling happily.

"How was it for my husband? You were working hard as the emcee and guiding the events."

"Me? Well, it was tough."

"Hmm, true. My husband probably had it the hardest." Circe said as she stroke Karl chest.

"No. It was hard because I had to hold back seeing my Circe in that wedding dress."

"Y-you, even on a day like today..."

"What do you mean? This is exactly how newlyweds spend their first night."

Karl said as he naturally approached Circe. His eyes were like a beast eyeing its prey.

His claim of struggling to hold back wasn’t a lie.

The moment he saw Circe in her wedding dress, his cock felt like it would burst with the urge to fuck her.

"Well... I was also flustered by how handsome my husband looked in a suit..."

"That’s good to hear. Dressing up was worth it then."

"Mmm...

smoochh

."

The two drew closer and kissed.

They’d kissed countless times during the wedding for photos and events.

But doing it alone in the bedroom carried a different weight.

They devoured each other, mixing tongues, as if they couldn’t get any closer.

"

Mmm... Haa...! Haa! Karl...! Mmm! Slurp!"

Especially today, Circe was far more proactive.

Karl’s proposal and the wedding.

Those two events had her heart bursting with love for her husband.

That love naturally turned into feminine arousal and a desire to possess this man.

She’d barely restrained herself during the wedding with others watching.

But kissing alone in the bedroom flipped her switch completely.

[Current Circe’s mental state: Love, affection, possessiveness, obsession, arousal, and lust at their peak]

[’I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.’]

[’I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it.’]

[’Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.’]

Circe, lost in the kiss, hugged him tightly.

She kissed him so fiercely it was more like devouring him.

"Mmm... Haa... Karl... Hnng...! Haa! Slurp!"

She eagerly sucked on Karl’s lips and tongue, hugging his head as if wanting to get even closer.

Her eyes, clouded with arousal, seemed to see only the man in front of her.

Then, hurriedly, she began stripping Karl’s clothes with frantic hands.

She moved quickly, as if she couldn’t wait any longer.

The sight of a beautiful woman in a wedding dress stripping her husband was almost obscene.

"Haa...

Lick

... Why is my husband’s body so lewd...♥"

Before long, Karl was completely naked, his body fully exposed.

Circe licked his chest and abs, sniffing him like a pervert. She looked like a fully aroused female in heat.

"Isn’t the bride a bit too eager?"

"Hmm... It’s my husband’s fault for being so lovable. Loving me like that makes me this lewd..."

The great witch who always led the witches with intelligence, wit, and elegance.

"Haa... Mmm... Phew! Slurp

."

That Circe was no longer here.

Forgetting to take off her wedding dress, she was just an aroused woman deeply sucking her husband’s cock.

"

Mmm! Gulp! Slurp! Smack! Mmm! Urk!"

Circe held Karl’s cock tenderly with both hands.

Then she swallowed it deep, sucking it eagerly. Her intense sucking had his cock already fully erect.

The incredibly erotic sight made it twitch, leaking precum.

"Haa... I was going to use my mouth first... but I can’t hold back..."

Circe tried to take off her wedding dress.

Karl stopped her.

"How about doing it in the wedding dress?"

"Huh? But it might get ruined..."

"We can be careful, right? You just look so beautiful right now."

At the word "beautiful," Circe smiled softly.

"If my husband says so, I guess I have no choice...♥"

Circe pulled down her top, revealing her large breasts. She lifted her legs and took off only her panties.

Her panties, already soaked with juices, made a wet sound as they hit the floor.

"Haa... Haa..."

Circe climbed on top of Karl.

Still in her wedding dress, she aimed her pussy at his cock and lowered her hips.

"Haaaa...♥"

Just the feeling of his cock entering made Circe’s body tremble. Her pussy, already at its peak of arousal, climaxed instantly.

Her juices gushed, tightening around his cock.

’Wow, what a grip...’

Circe’s pussy was always amazing, but today it felt even better, enough to make Karl’s hips lift in awe.

"Agghn.. Hnng! Haan! Ahht! Oh♥"

Circe, in her pure white wedding dress, squatted down. She moved her hips and waist, grinding against him.

With wet sounds, her pussy swallowed and released his cock repeatedly.

Each time, his cock was enveloped in exquisite pleasure.

"Uhh! Haaa! Aghh! Husband’s cock. Feels so good. Can’t stop my hips♥ Haaang!"

Squelch! Twack! Twack! Twack! Twack!

Circe’s movements quickly grew intense, her large hips slamming against Karl’s body, the sound spreading rapidly.

Her soft pussy gripped his cock tightly, as if determined to please him.

Her pussy’s grip was top-tier, but the fact that a bride was doing such intense cowgirl sex made it even more thrilling.

"Wow, a bride grinding in a wedding dress is insanely hot."

"Uhhn! You told me to do it♥"

"Still feels good, right?"

"Yeah! I’m so turned on I love your cock so much♥"

Maybe it was the unique image of the wedding dress.

Circe looked even more beautiful yet lascivious.

The great witch, admired and revered by all witches.

Even Circe, who received countless praises for her beauty today.

Yet, riding her husband’s cock, she became a lustful bitch.

"Aaahn! Haa! Uhhhk! Heouk! Hieek♥"

Circe’s lewd moans filled the room as she continued her cowgirl sex in the wedding dress.

Her face, moving her hips eagerly up and down, back and forth, looked utterly ecstatic.