Chapter 64: 19. The Price of the Deal - 4
As Ian had said, witches were fundamentally sadists.
They delighted in the suffering of others and loved watching them despair.
That did not necessarily mean witches were evil by nature.
There were certainly good witches, like the Witch Queen.
Still, most witches could not help becoming sadists. Their race was born with anhedonia.
Even when subjected to the same stimulation, witches felt less than humans did.
Witches could eat food without finding it delicious, and even when they fell in love, they could not easily feel a connection with the opposite sex.
For that reason, most witches did bizarre things in search of stronger stimulation. Some deranged witches even tortured themselves.
Aurora was one of them.
True to her epithet of Witch Princess, the severity of her anhedonia was beyond imagination, and mediocre stimulation could never satisfy her.
Masturbating after taking an aphrodisiac made from one hundred percent pure Goblin Flower, casting the Curse of Nymphomania on herself, and so on.
Aurora calmly did insane things that no woman in her right mind would ever do.
Even so, there was no sign that Aurora's anhedonia was getting any better.
The one thing she had not done was sex, but Aurora had to preserve her virginity.
Not until I fulfill my race's long-cherished wish.
Aurora, who had been searching for the Big-Dick Herb, already knew that a virgin was needed to breach the Holy Demon Barrier.
That was why, unlike a typical witch, she had remained a virgin until now. But even that had reached its limit.
No matter what she did, the Holy Demon Barrier would not break.
A virgin alone isn't enough.
Aurora had scoured every ancient text she could find, yet she had failed to discover a way to breach the Holy Demon Barrier.
A virgin's holy water? What in the world is that supposed to be?
There was at least that one line that could be called a clue, but she was having difficulty deciphering it.
Could it be a virgin's blood? A virgin's blood has great value in sorcery. Maybe the answer is to smear virgin's blood over the barrier.
Aurora prepared various experiments to find this virgin's holy water.
Of course, she left her own hymen intact, just in case.
Instead, she intended to lure in Marin, who lived in a village near the forest, and obtain a virgin's blood from her.
It was then that she met Ian.
At first, she was not particularly wary of him.
It was impressive that he had tailed Marin and found her home, but that was all.
But her perception changed when she saw the pure white flower he had brought.
The White Virgin Flower mentioned in the ancient texts?
It was a flower that grew alongside the Big-Dick Herb. When Ian held it out to her, Aurora realized he possessed the Big-Dick Herb.
That was also why she had used her familiars to peep on Ian.
Once she found out where he kept the Big-Dick Herb, she intended to steal it immediately.
But what happened instead?
Rather than finding the Big-Dick Herb, Aurora was shocked as she peeped on his daily life.
I-It’s incredible.
Like a girl reading a romance novel for the first time, Aurora could not tear her eyes away from Ian's life.
That was how much of a cradle of stimulation Ian's life was.
He does it with nuns? Aren't the nuns of the Church of the Sun supposed to value chastity?
He gets along incredibly well with his wife. Huh?
This time, he's doing that sort of thing in the same bed with his wife and his wife's mother?
Ian's life was utterly depraved.
Despite having a wife, he was seeing two other women, and he had even slept with his mother-in-law.
[ "Isabelle, I really love you." ]
[ "I love you too." ]
And yet, he was more devoted to his wife than anyone else.
To an outsider like Aurora, he seemed so different that she wondered if he had multiple personalities.
How can a person change this drastically?
Aurora felt a strange attraction to that duality in Ian.
She even began to hope that perhaps he might solve her anhedonia.
But that was only a personal wish.
Aurora did not forget her race's long-cherished wish and continued her search for the Big-Dick Herb.
"Hah, how long are you planning to keep going?"
The problem was that Ian never stopped having sex with various women.
Whenever he had a spare moment, all he thought about was sex, and he spent every other moment focused on work.
Does this man even know how to rest? He got me so absorbed in masturbating, too.
Just as Aurora was marveling at Ian's overwhelming stamina, a possibility suddenly occurred to her.
Could this man have absorbed the Big-Dick Herb?
His absurd sexual stamina, inexhaustible endurance, and even his ability to satisfy four women.
If he had absorbed the Big-Dick Herb, all of it made sense.
But Aurora soon shook her head.
It was impossible for a man to absorb the Big-Dick Herb.
The immense yang energy contained within the Big-Dick Herb acted as poison to men, who were born with yang energy themselves.
Too much of a good thing, in a sense. Only women born with yin energy could consume the Big-Dick Herb and partially use the Pillar of Reproduction.
The Big-Dick Herb is a relic Helia created by containing the sun's yang energy.
According to ancient texts, the goddess Helia condensed the sun's monstrous yang energy and sent it to this land in order to conceive many lives.
The Big-Dick Herb was a byproduct born in that process, a miraculous medicine that could only be called a divine artifact.
It made no sense for an ordinary hunter to absorb such a thing.
Unless that man is a Hero, but that's even more impossible.
Since the first Hero, the goddess Helia had not created a new Hero for hundreds of years.
The world had been at peace for centuries, but the reason Helia did not choose a new Hero was also because the first Hero had been too perfect.
A supernatural being of immense strength.
The absolute supreme ruler.
Humanity's final bulwark.
The epithets for the first Hero in the ancient texts were all dazzling, and his accomplishments were enough to make one doubt whether a human had truly achieved them.
There were even records of him slaying that being, which was formed from all the malice in this world.
Myths are naturally exaggerated, but there is a strong chance that the Hero's character is true.
Aurora turned her attention back to Ian.
Considering how he had redirected the curse meant for Isolde for his own benefit, and what he had done to obtain Marin's virginity, he was not Hero material.
That was what Aurora had thought. Until she saw his cock.
. . .
"Huaaah—ah! It’s in! His cock is inside meee!"
I pulled both of Marin's arms back and fucked her from behind as if I were raping her.
Every time I moved my hips, her large breasts shook violently.
Her white tits, and the nipples hidden within those breasts.
Oddly enough, Marin, the milk-cow girl, had inverted nipples.
"Huaaah! I love cock♥ Cock is the best♥"
Driven completely insane by the Curse of Nymphomania, Marin had reached the point of moving her hips on her own.
Every time her ass struck my waist, I could feel my cock pressing against her cervical opening.
"Who told you to moan like a human? From now on, moo like a cow!"
"Moo, mooo!"
At my command, Marin sprayed her love juice as she cried out like a cow.
That was what made the Curse of Nymphomania so terrifying.
From the moment it took hold, a woman could no longer live as an ordinary woman.
She had to live as a female, submitting to males.
Tch. I don't like this curse.
Unlike the Curse of Monstrosity, the Curse of Nymphomania had no outward symptoms.
It simply made one's libido explode.
But because it corrupted a person's very mind, it could be considered worse than the Curse of Monstrosity.
Unless someone had restraint like Reina, they would inevitably become a slut like Marin before their eyes.
The more I think about it, the stranger it is. How on earth did Reina endure this?
Reina had been born with nymphomania.
Only recently had she been able to freely release her lust thanks to me. Before that, all she could do was endure it.
It was remarkable that she had remained chaste until meeting me.
Maybe even if she's a pervert, she's still a candidate for sainthood.
Marveling at Reina's impressive self-restraint, I savored Marin's pussy.
At the very least, if I wanted to turn her back into a person, I needed to satisfy her lust quickly.
"Ngh! I'm coming!"
Thanks to the unique tightness of a virgin, the urge to cum came quickly.
"Huoohh…෴"
Marin must have climaxed too, because her hips twitched and trembled.
Her pussy spasmed, then gushed out love juice.
Spurt! Sshhhk!"
As I listened to the sound of love juice pattering onto the floor, I came inside Marin's pussy.
Squelch! Gurglegurgle!
I could feel the pussy that had been virgin until moments ago become filled with my white semen.
"Hyaaaah, cumming inside is the bestttt—♥"
When I released the arms I had been holding, Marin collapsed forward with a thud.
When I pulled my cock from her pussy, semen flowed out together with her pussy flesh.
It left the inside of her spread-open pussy plainly visible.
Marin's pussy repeatedly contracted and expanded, pushing semen out from her cervical opening.
As though it were begging me to put fresh semen inside it.
"You're lewdness itself."
"Hyaaaah, fuck me more♥ Cum more semen inside me♥"
Still not in her right mind, Marin demanded sex from me.
Just as expected, a woman afflicted with the Curse of Nymphomania could not be satisfied with only one time.
In the game, Isolde, who was afflicted with nymphomania, had sex almost all day long too, didn't she?
There was a reason she had become the village's communal flesh toilet.
And Marin, who had now become my personal flesh toilet, likewise needed to have sex all day long to cure the Curse of Nymphomania.
"Well, at least she won't be as exhausting as Reina."
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