Chapter 68: Chapter 19: Let’s Just Burn Them at the Stake - 1

"Hngh♥ I love cock♥ I love it, love it, love it♥"

Her huge breasts, too large to grasp with one hand, bounced violently above me.

Driven mad by the curse of nymphomania, Marin and I were having sex again—God knew for the how-many-th time.

Did I suck on them too much? Her inverted nipples came out.

Marin’s body was drenched in sweat, pussy juice, and semen.

She was in a state where it would not have been strange for her to faint from exhaustion already.

"Open your mouth. Here comes a healing potion."

"Yeees! I love kisses—chuup, I love Master’s kisses so much♥"

To keep Marin from passing out, I fed her healing potions mouth-to-mouth at intervals.

I wanted to tell her to drink them herself, but for some reason, Marin insisted on kissing me.

"I’m about to come, so change positions."

"Moo~♥ Come inside me. Pump it into Marin’s womb and make me pregnant♥"

"Considering how much I’ve already come, you’ll get pregnant easily enough."

"No♥ If you won’t come inside me, I’ll do this."

Acting spoiled, Marin pressed my face between her breasts.

True to her nature as a cowgirl, my face was buried in her tits.

"Haa... Fine."

"Hehe♥ It’s already too late."

Still in that position, Marin swayed her hips from side to side.

Only a few hours had passed since we started fucking, yet Marin, who had been a virgin, moved her hips as skillfully as any whore.

Thanks to that, I could not hold back any longer and spilled my semen straight onto the entrance to her womb.

Splat! Splooshhh!

"Hiiik! It’s coming. It’s cominggg!!"

Cheering at the sensation of being creampied, Marin bounced her ass as she reached her climax.

"This is why I hated cowgirl position."

Marin’s pussy juice and the semen flowing back out of her cunt dripped onto my stomach.

In this world, which remained at a medieval level, even washing oneself was not easy, and cloths for wiping one’s body were even scarcer.

That was why I made women give me cleaning blowjobs.

The problem was that Marin, who was supposed to give me that cleaning blowjob, had passed out.

"It’s over, then."

Aurora, who had only watched from the side ever since I claimed Marin’s virgin blood, approached us for the first time.

Pussy juice trickled down from between her legs.

As expected, Aurora must have been masturbating while watching Marin and me fuck.

This is why witches are...

As I clicked my tongue inwardly, Aurora looked at my cock, covered in semen, and smacked her lips.

"Smack. You spilled something this precious."

Then, as if it were only natural, she began giving me a cleaning blowjob.

I truly could not figure out how this woman’s mind worked.

"Lick. Lick. Schluuup. Smooch, smooch."

Aurora casually licked up the semen on my body.

The distinctive smell of chestnut blossoms and briny taste of semen would be difficult even for a whore to tolerate, but Aurora did it with an utterly indifferent expression.

"You’re clean now."

After finishing the cleaning blowjob, Aurora looked up at me with her vertically slit pupils.

Her face was expressionless, but she looked like a cat waiting to be praised.

I had no choice but to stroke Aurora’s head and say,

"Yeah. You did well."

"Being praised feels better than I expected."

Apparently she really did feel good, because Aurora wiggled her ass.

Then she kissed the head of my cock and continued speaking.

"Smooch. Bandits have attacked the village."

"Really? Just as expected."

"Will you be all right? Aren’t you worried about your beloved wife? If you want, I can take care of them for you."

"It doesn’t matter. I’ve already prepared for it."

"That’s a shame."

The corners of Aurora’s lips lifted at my answer.

Perhaps because she was using muscles she normally did not, her face twitched slightly.

"I wish you were more dependent on me."

Aurora’s red eyes flashed.

There was something unusual in the way she looked at me, a glimpse of a witch’s innate obsession.

Didn’t they say witches never let go of a man once they set their sights on him?

Though we had not known each other long, Aurora’s affection for me was excessive.

Given her sadistic tastes, it was within my expectations that she would become attracted to me.

She had undoubtedly watched my sex life in detail while voyeuristically observing me.

The problem was that it had happened much faster than I expected.

Is it because of the Big-Dick Herb after all?

Thinking back over our conversation, I quickly guessed what she wanted.

As the witch princess, she dreamed of restoring the witch race.

And it seemed she needed my help to do it.

Can a man who ate Big-Dick Herb impregnate other races too?

There was no concept of half-breeds in this world.

If races differed, pregnancy itself was impossible.

But considering the nature of an erotic game, there was a strong possibility that Big-Dick Herb was the gimmick that unlocked that restriction.

After all, pregnancy is practically a foregone conclusion in the endings of most erotic games.

If my analysis was right, Aurora wanted to make me a breeding stallion for the revival of the witches.

"It’s hard again. Want to use my pussy this time?"

Just as I thought, Aurora offered while expressionlessly stroking my cock.

She looked ready to give me her virginity at once if I wanted it.

"No. I need to go deal with the bandits."

"That’s a shame."

She accepted my answer calmly.

I had expected her to react persistently, so this was surprising in its own way.

Does this mean she still has room to spare?

If possible, I wanted to have sex with Aurora too.

I wanted to make her, unable to feel anything due to her sexual numbness, writhe in pleasure.

But I could not take her virginity yet.

The moment I fuck her virginity away, that insane unicorn will go on a rampage to kill her.

The instant she lost her virginity, the unicorn sleeping in the forest would sense the aura of a witch who was no longer a virgin and awaken. That was Aurora’s bad ending.

Needless to say, no matter how superhumanly strong Aurora was, she stood no chance against a unicorn.

In this world, unicorns were not merely horses that loved virgins.

They were agents carrying out the goddess’s will and judges who delivered divine punishment to those who corrupted pure love.

I need to leave her alone until the other heroines gather.

Until then, Aurora’s virginity had to be protected at all costs.

. . .

"Aurora, can I ask you a favor?"

"Yes, you can."

"I’d like you to get Marin and Lily home safely."

"All right."

Aurora accepted Ian’s request without asking for anything in return.

If the Witch Queen had seen this, she would have been shocked senseless.

Aurora herself was inwardly surprised by the change in herself.

I never knew I had this side to me.

When a witch gave something to a man without any conditions, it was proof that she had fallen in love.

She had thought it would be something that would never happen to someone sexually numb like herself.

Yet she had fallen for a man.

I won’t be bored for a while when I’m with this man.

That was how stimulating Ian was to her.

His bottomless desire and cruel disposition breathed life into her monotonous existence.

Of course, Aurora was not obsessed with Ian solely because of personal desire.

To fulfill her duty as a witch princess, she needed Ian’s seed as well.

To think he fully absorbed the Big-Dick Herb.

Aurora analyzed Ian’s semen and confirmed that it contained the essence of Big-Dick Herb.

It was an overwhelming masculine energy capable of impregnating even other races. If she could gain his cooperation, restoring the witch race would no longer be a distant prospect.

How can I capture that man’s heart?

For the first time, Aurora pondered how to seduce a member of the opposite sex.

At first, she considered tempting him with her appearance.

As befitted a witch princess, Aurora possessed exceptional beauty even among her own kind.

However, Ian already had two beauties beside him who could rival her.

In her view, seducing Ian through looks alone would not be easy.

Then should she make him submit to her through a curse?

Unfortunately, even after being afflicted with the curse of nymphomania, Ian had remained clear-headed.

It was safe to say that her specialty would not work on Ian.

"A gift."

"Out of nowhere?"

To win Ian’s favor, Aurora chose to shower him with gifts.

It was simple but reliable. Indeed, Ian was taken aback by it.

"Thanks. But what is this? It doesn’t look like an ordinary potion."

"It’s a medicine that increases sensitivity three thousandfold."

"..."

The problem was that she was a witch.

There was no way she would give him anything normal as a gift.

"Nice, right?"

Tilting her head like a cat, Aurora had no doubt that Ian would like it.

"It is nice."

At the sight of her like that, Ian could only offer a bitter smile.

. . .

Dealing with the bandits was not particularly difficult for me.

About thirty of them?

Even Ian, with the worst possible stats, had taken down a gang of bandits alone. It made no sense that I, who had monopolized every hidden piece, could not handle mere bandits.

Whoosh! Whoosh-whoosh!

"Aaargh!"

"It’s an archer!"

"Everyone, hide behind the walls!"

To begin with, bandits in the countryside were no more than farmers driven to brigandage because they could not bear the taxes.

Naturally, they had received no professional training, nor did they have any way to stop arrows raining down from the rooftops.

"A-a high arc shot?"

Even I occasionally found Ian’s archery impressive.

Whenever he shot arrows while climbing trees in the forest, I found myself wondering just what sort of training he had received in the past.

Was it because he was an elf’s disciple?

[Class: Archer (Lv. 8) acquired.]

Along with the welcome notification, one of them tried to ambush me from behind.

"Die!"

He swung a logging axe diagonally down at my right shoulder.

Without even looking, I ducked along its trajectory, then swiftly pulled a pebble from my pocket and threw it at his face.

"Ghk!"

Then, seizing the instant he was flustered, I drove a dagger into his body.

[Class: Swordsman (Lv. 6) acquired.]

The hunter’s detection skill really is broken.

Focusing on shooting naturally narrowed one’s field of view, but maintaining the detection skill left no blind spots.

It used to bring on headaches bad enough to feel as if my head would split, but after my Mental stat rose, those side effects had nearly vanished.

Eight left?

A few bandits, sensing their failure, fled in panic, but I chased them to the end and turned every one of them into a pincushion.

[Class: Hunter (Lv. 11) acquired.]

Seeing my class levels rise so quickly, combat experience was clearly the best way to gain experience points.

"Ian, you saved our village!"

Once the situation was settled, the village chief ran straight toward me.

Since he was uninjured, it seemed he had hidden himself somewhere well.

As expected, the bastard’s got a stubbornly tough life.

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