Chapter 72 New Woman Is 500 Years Old with Handlebars

I walked alone through the forest.

Neither Circe, who’s usually with me, nor Medea, our attendant, was here.

"A guest at this timing, and a dragon at that."

Even for witches, a dragon seems to be a significant guest.

Upon hearing of its arrival, everyone, including Circe, got busy.

A dragon alone is a big deal.

One over 500 years old might make that even more understandable.

’Living with long-lived races really messes with my sense of time.’

Five hundred years...

Circe and Diana are already much older than me in my eyes.

But a dragon is older than the history of a nation.

I couldn’t even imagine what kind of being it would be after living that long.

’And it’s the famous dragon, no less. As expected of witches, even their guests are on a grand scale.’

Little is known about dragons.

They’re so rare they’re practically mythical.

Since they have no interest in human affairs, meeting one is even rarer.

All I know is that they’re transcendent beings with exceptional magic.

They’re definitely not ordinary creatures.

’They’re supposed to have incredible magical prowess and live surrounded by piles of gold and jewels.’

Anyway, it’s clearly an extraordinary being.

I could tell from how frantically the witches were moving.

It wasn’t even this hectic when Diana came to trade.

’No, in a way, the fact that they have a proper relationship with a dragon might make the witches even more impressive.’

If dragons have overwhelming power, they could dominate the witches.

Yet, the dragon is coming as a guest, which means even dragons can’t treat witches lightly.

The witches’ magical prowess is indeed sky-high.

Dragons are probably on a similar level, if not higher, but certainly not lower.

"Anyway, I’m on my own for a bit."

I couldn’t exactly ask for sex or lessons in the middle of this.

So, I ended up studying magic alone.

’Well, I’ve been wanting to try some things on my own anyway, so it’s fine.’

I stopped in the middle of the empty forest.

I planned to do some serious magic training here today.

I’ve practiced precise control under Circe’s guidance before.

Today, I’d try rougher, wide-ranging magic.

"Let’s start with the binding magic I’ve gotten good at."

I channeled mana to create ropes made of magic.

It’s the spell I often used to tie up Circe.

Since I used it frequently and focused on making it secure, it’s become a specialty.

"Guess anything related to sex improves fast."

I manipulated the ropes using the mana within them.

They moved like snakes, darting quickly or bouncing up.

I shot the ropes at a nearby tree.

They swiftly wrapped around it, binding it tightly.

’If I add a bit more complex movement—’

The ropes moved even more intricately and quickly.

Soon, they tightly bound the log from all sides.

It was the so-called turtle tie, often seen in Japanese porn.

"Hmm. It works well."

My magic skills are pretty decent, even by my standards.

But it’s not as exciting when the target’s a tree instead of a beautiful woman.

I can’t exactly fuck a tree, can I?

Unless it’s a slender, green-haired beauty, maybe.

"Would’ve been better if I used it on Circe or Diana."

I could really use my fuckbuddy elf bitch right now.

I feel her absence more today.

"Well, I came here to train magic anyway."

I kept testing the spells I’d learned or developed.

I compressed and destabilized a shield’s mana to create a telekinetic-like shockwave.

Or fixed the ’speed’ and ’movement’ in wind magic to create a pseudo-gravity spell that crushes things.

Or used alchemy to instantly freeze water, then hit it with fire magic to create mist, mimicking double-casting.

"...I was shocked just reading the theory, but this is really amazing."

All the magic I’d used before was fake.

That was just spellcraft. This is real ’magic.’

It’s not about strengthening magic or creating new spells.

Taking fully established magic and applying it to create entirely different effects.

Analyzing circuits one by one to understand their efficiency and principles.

Then reconstructing them to create new magic.

It sounds simple, but it’s like dismantling a computer to build a robot.

The witches have systematized this as magical knowledge over centuries.

For witches, these are spells developed decades ago.

From a human perspective, it’s revolutionary innovation.

’If I released my knowledge to human society now, it’d be a turning point in history.’

I’m casually enjoying this through Circe.

What is this if not a heaven-sent opportunity?

"Hell yeah, ancestors. Circe’s even more awesome."

My level has risen considerably.

At least I can now mimic all the magic I’ve learned theoretically.

It feels rewarding for my study and training.

"If I learn archery and spirit magic from the elf, hardly any human could beat me."

I reviewed the magic I’d learned a few more times.

It didn’t even feel like studying.

Realizing and mastering new magic was always fun.

"Phew!"

After mastering most of the spells and wiping my sweat,

"Hmm... A mere human practicing magic? It’s cute, just like a child’s play."

Suddenly, a woman’s voice echoed through the forest.

"Huh?"

I turned my head, feeling puzzled.

After the wedding, every witch knows I’m Circe’s husband.

Being the only man, they can’t miss me.

That’s why all witches use honorifics with me.

After all, I’m the Great Witch’s husband in status.

But not only does she not know me, she casually belittles humans?

’Either a hardcore recluse or not a witch.’

Upon seeing the owner of the voice, I became even more certain.

No, there was an even stronger thought.

’Wow, holy shit. Look at that body? I don’t know who she is, but that’s a body optimized for breeding.’

Breasts bigger than her head, full of maternal charm.

A slender waist contrasting with protruding hips.

She was the epitome of a slender beauty.

Even I couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.

’I’ve seen my share of eye candy, but a woman with a body this sexy always amazes me.’

No, beyond that, she’s undeniably a beauty.

She gives off the same vibe as when I first saw Circe, Diana, or Medea.

Any man seeing those lewd breasts, ass, and thighs would think of sex first.

Anyway, this stunning beauty approached me.

’Alright, enough admiring her body.’

My head regained composure, assessing the situation.

Though a stranger, I somehow knew who she was.

After all, she had two striking horns on her head.

’So, she’s the dragon Circe mentioned.’

I wondered why she was in human form, but dragons are known to polymorph.

’...Why she can’t hide the horns, I don’t know.’

Dragons are supposed to be adept at magic.

Is polymorphing such a high-level spell that even they struggle with it?

’No, more importantly, why is a dragon in this forest?’

This area leads to human territory.

It’s the opposite direction from the dragon’s supposed lair.

Logically, a dragon appearing here makes no sense.

’Could she... be lost?’

The thought crossed my mind briefly, but I dismissed it.

No way a legendary dragon would get lost.

Right, of course not.

Maybe she took a detour on her way here.

Dragons probably have plenty of free time with nothing urgent to do.

"Your mana level is... Pfft! It’s not even child’s play."

Her haughty expression only confirmed it further.

Maybe it’s because of her beauty and body, but even that arrogance looked stunning.

"Hmm? Why are you staring at me like that? Without even greeting?"

"My apologies. I was so overwhelmed by meeting such a noble being that I froze."

I immediately knelt on one knee, showing proper respect.

Despite appearances, I was raised in a noble family.

I’m well-versed in how to treat high-ranking beings.

If she’s truly a dragon, she’s far more noble and dangerous than any king.

"I’ve heard of your name, but to think you’re this beautiful. I’m at a loss, honored to have the chance to behold your beauty. I apologize for staring."

"Hoho! No need for that. Many have been overwhelmed by my grandeur."

"I’m humbled. If a great being like you finds my human shortcomings endearing, it’s an honor."

"You’re quite eloquent for a human. I permit you to look upon me."

"Thank you, noble one."

I stood after paying sufficient respects.

It might’ve been a bit much, but it doesn’t hurt.

I know nothing about her power or personality.

Besides, she gave me permission to stare at those amazing tits, didn’t she?

Since she’s fine with it, I openly ogled her massive breasts.

’Scoring points with a dragon with just a few words is a steal.’

Anyway, I’ve met a real big shot.

The witches are preparing to welcome this very dragon.

Well, that’s not the important part right now.

’A beauty like that with handlebars for doggy style? I can’t resist.’

Looks like I’ve got one more woman to fuck.

I’ve handled 300 and 200 years old; 500 isn’t a problem.

Especially with those huge breasts and love handlebars.