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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: For the Family and Revenge, Fucking Women
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"The Great Witch's daughter?"
"...To be precise, she's my adopted daughter."
"Ah."
A twinge of disappointment hit me.
If it was going to be a mother-daughter pairing, I'd have preferred actual blood ties.
"I see..."
A cowardly pseudo-mother-daughter rice bowl, huh.
Arousal levels dropping by 69.74%.
The ideal setup would be the daughter blushing enviously as she watches her mom get stuffed in the very hole she came from, turning into a full-blown bitch.
And the mom, unable to hold back, moaning like "Don't look at your mom like this...! Ah! Aah♥" as she degenerates into heat.
"Don't get the wrong idea. She's not like some woman with a kid—she's just acting as my guardian."
Hmm, so it's a bond built purely on affection and respect.
That has its own appeal, actually.
"Really. I have no intention of getting between you and the Great Witch."
"Yeah, whatever. I'm not too hung up on that. I was a bit harsh earlier. Don't take it too seriously."
Right, even without blood ties, they're precious family.
What matters is the emotional dependence.
'Which means mother-daughter rice bowl potential is still on the table.'
The thrill comes from fucking the mom that the daughter trusts and relies on right in front of her, then having them both happily turn into my bitches together, declaring their womanhood.
"By the way, if Medeia's your adopted daughter, then your real mother..."
"Yes, my mother died giving birth to me."
Witches conceive heirs through the magic of the moon.
That's why witchkind consists solely of women.
'But as with any birth of life, it comes with risks.'
Unlike theoretical human body synthesis, which is impossible in practice.
It's closer to magical childbirth.
And it exposes them to even greater dangers than ordinary birth.
"The Great Witch and my mother were each other's one and only true friend. She took me in after I killed my mother coming into the world, but the shock left her unable to use that magic anymore."
"That's why she called me. For a normal pregnancy and birth, without magic."
Medeia nodded.
An isolated clan cut off from the outside world, calling in a man solely for impregnation.
Pretty damn arousing and intriguing situation.
"But do you really need heirs that badly? It's not like you need the labor force."
"A mage on the Great Witch's level is one of a kind. Her bloodline holds immense value."
"To pass on that magical talent, huh."
Guess that's why they picked me.
I've made a name for myself among humans as a magic prodigy.
'Of course, it probably helped that the family head was itching to ship me off.'
The other mages would've refused anyway.
Just like me, they'd have assumed it meant marrying a 300-year-old hag and fucking her.
...Thinking about it again pisses me off.
If I ever get out of here, revenge is a must.
"It might sound ridiculous for someone like me—born killing my own mother—to call myself the Great Witch's daughter. But I just want her to be happy, more than anything. So..."
"It's fine."
I cut Medeia off.
"Even if I was half-sold into this, I'm still her husband. I'll do my part for my wife. So don't worry about that."
"...I see. That was presumptuous of me, then."
Medeia bowed her head.
This alone probably boosted my favorability quite a bit.
Should I push it one step further?
"And I have something to say to you too, Medeia."
"Yes?"
"Your mother's death wasn't your fault. She left behind a daughter who cares for her friends like you do—she'd surely see value in that magic."
"Ah..."
Medeia's mouth fell slightly open.
She looked genuinely shocked by my words.
I didn't miss the opening and closed in on her.
"Mm..."
I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and pressed my lips to hers.
Her body stiffened in surprise from the sudden advance.
I slipped my tongue straight into her defenseless mouth.
"Mmph...! Hnng... Mm...!"
As our tongues intertwined, I could see her twitching, her face flushing red.
'Never been kissed before, huh.'
The flustered Medeia tried to push me away with her hands.
But a woman's strength was never going to cut it.
She could probably pry me off with magic.
But Medeia didn't go that far.
"Haa..."
The kiss ended sooner than I'd have liked.
These things need to be drawn out to really feel right.
Unfortunately, any longer and Medeia might've actually resisted for real.
This much was probably just her letting it happen in the heat of the moment.
"P-Please excuse me."
Still visibly rattled, Medeia hurried out.
As she opened the door and left, I caught sight of her reddened ears.
Her reaction was fresh and innocent, just like a virgin with no man experience.
'Cute.'
Is this really the same woman who impassively jerked me off earlier?
I'd pegged her as nothing but stiff and cold.
Turns out she has cracks in that facade.
'...Though a woman like her won't cross the lines she's set for herself.'
Besides, I'm the husband of her adoptive mom, Kirke.
She might tolerate simple release, but full-on sex? That's gonna take time.
'That's what makes conquering her fun.'
I can already roughly picture how to get her riding on top, shaking her hips.
She's quiet and cold overall, but gets emotional about anything involving the Great Witch.
Once you know the weak point, the strategy falls into place easily.
"...For now, I need to figure out the Great Witch first."
She's the main event anyway.
Whether it's magical prowess or influence.
She's far superior to a regular witch like Medeia.
'Used to dread coming here. But life here's shaping up to be pretty enjoyable.'
I walked over to the window.
My room was at the top, giving a great view of the village.
Every house had workshops, witches going about their daily lives everywhere.
'Am I the only man in this whole village?'
The witches don't follow a monarchy.
With such small numbers and strong individualism, they just have the top Great Witch as their leader.
'And I'm that Great Witch's husband.'
At first, I was just scheming how to escape this shitty situation.
But now? Not so bad.
For starters, the "grandma" Great Witch turned out to be a knockout beauty.
That alone makes married life way more satisfying.
'With tits and hips like that, who cares if she's "used goods"? She'd owe me thanks for fucking her.'
Problem one solved.
Next up: my family and that family head.
'Doesn't matter the outcome—revenge is non-negotiable.'
It only worked out well for me due to lack of info.
Fact is, the family head shipped me off.
To some remote place, sold off to a 300-year-old hag, no less.
'He screwed me over just to become family head himself.'
Repay favors double.
Repay grudges tenfold.
A massive fuck-you like this? A hundredfold barely covers it.
'But right now, I don't have the power.'
I'm bound to the witches by marriage.
This closed-off place won't just let me leave because I ask nicely.
If I do get out, it'll be after earning serious trust here.
Meanwhile, that family head will solidify his base.
He's not a complete idiot.
With me—the obstacle—gone, he'll leverage the retainers to cement his position.
Even if I showed up now, nothing would change.
'That's why I need power.'
Like it or not, our family runs on merit.
Me, backed by the Great Witch.
Overwhelm the current head with magic and take back my seat for revenge.
Key is rapid growth as a mage.
And luckily, I have a way.
'I'm the Great Witch's husband—and a mage.'
Witch magic, far more advanced than human stuff.
Master even a fraction, and I crush any human mage.
For my revenge, I need to get close to the witches.
To earn trust and leave this place.
To learn their magic and boost my skills.
"First things first: tame the Great Witch, make her mine."
And I have a method for that.
My ancestor left me the "magic for fucking long-lived species."
I'll use this spell to train her bit by bit.
Bait her with pleasure and sex until she can't refuse my requests.
Until she's completely hooked, obeying my every word like a good bitch.
'In that sense, tonight's first night is crucial.'
I need to give the Great Witch an unforgettable ecstasy.
Make her unable to escape my cock, pregnancy aside.
Knock knock.
A knock came at the door.
"Pardon the intrusion."
Come in, I said, and Medeia entered.
Acting as natural as if the earlier incident never happened.
Definitely not an easy lay.
"The Great Witch has a message for you."
"A message?"
"Yes. She wants you to come to her bedroom tonight."
The time to taste my bride's pussy—over 300 years old—had finally arrived.