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Translator: Mod7
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He presented his erect penis to the twins.
They eagerly pressed their lips against it.
Linna’s eagerness was understandable, but Lynne had never even seen a penis before—she was surprisingly quick to adapt.
‘Though, she does look a bit awkward…’
The way she held his penis in her mouth was unnatural. Well, considering she’d ingested semen by the vial but never seen the source, it was understandable.
Lynne, looking at the long, fleshy sausage, tilted her head, unsure what to do, then tentatively nibbled on it with her teeth.
“Ow—!”
“Ah, I-I’m sorry…”
“…It’s fine. Linna, show her how it’s done.”
“She’s the one who bit you, why are you yelling at me…? Slurp…”
Linna glared at Johan, then began licking his penis.
Lynne, finally understanding, began to mimic her sister.
Two different women, their tongues flickering around his penis. Despite being twins, their differences—their hairstyles, breast sizes, personalities—added a certain… forbidden thrill.
‘Come to think of it, I’ve never had a threesome…’
Johan realized he’d never been with more than one witch at a time.
These two were his first threesome, and considering the other witches’ possessiveness, it was likely to be his only threesome.
“Mmm—slurp… Hey… your tongue… touched mine.”
“S-sorry… mmm…”
“…Why are you being so timid?”
“Mmm! Hah… hnnn—”
Linna and Lynne continued servicing him, exchanging playful banter. Their tongues occasionally brushed against each other, and each time, Linna frowned and glared at Lynne.
Considering their passionate kiss earlier, Linna’s current attitude was likely due to embarrassment, a desperate attempt to deny any unusual inclinations.
‘Looks like the mana transfer felt pretty good…’
If they were willing to kiss so passionately, despite their strained relationship, the pleasure of sharing mana must be significant.
After all, mana was a witch’s lifeblood, second only to their physical well-being. Temporarily doubling their mana reserves would be intoxicating.
‘So, if I do it like they did…’
Johan channeled his mana through his penis. It was easier than he’d expected. His semen always contained traces of mana.
He focused, not on releasing semen, but on releasing mana—and the twins, their mouths still on his penis, shuddered and climaxed.
“*Hng—!?”
“Haaah!!”
They looked up at him, their faces flushed, a mixture of pleasure and resentment in their eyes. Unanticipated orgasms weren’t always welcome…
“You… you… what was that…?”
“…What?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
Linna glared at the floor, which was now covered in their combined fluids.
Johan, knowing exactly what she meant, having deliberately triggered their orgasms, chuckled and twitched his penis.
His semen-covered penis, dripping with their saliva, nudged Linna’s lips. She frowned, but continued to lick him.
“Um…”
“Hm? What?”
“C-could you… do that again… please…?”
Lynne, her voice trembling, asked for more. Johan grinned and, shifting his hips, gave Lynne his undivided attention.
“Hey—!”
He ignored Linna’s outburst and pushed his penis deeper into Lynne’s mouth.
He had been worried she might bite him, considering her apparent gluttony, but Lynne, unlike before, carefully avoided using her teeth, sucking on him with surprising enthusiasm.
He had to reward such diligence. He released another burst of mana, and Lynne shuddered, climaxing again.
“Hnnn…!”
A woman’s moans of pleasure were always a delight. Johan, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction from this act of mana transfer, smiled.
The witches craved his semen, but that was because of its curse-suppressing properties.
A side effect, a bonus.
Johan sometimes wondered if the beautiful witches would even be interested in him without that unique ability.
But this, the mana transfer, was different. This was something they desired for its own sake. This wasn’t a passive ability; this was a skill, a way to bring them pleasure.
“Hah… hnnn… Th-thank you…”
“…For what?”
“Ah, n-nothing…”
Lynne, instinctively thanking him, her unintentional seductiveness sparked something within Johan.
He lifted her and placed her on the bed. Lynne, realizing her underwear was gone, shyly tried to cover herself, turning away.
“P-please… be gentle…”
“Of course.”
He looked at her lips, lips that had never kissed a man, lips that had only known other women and his penis, and gently pushed his penis against her lower lip.
Her hymen was long gone, perhaps dissolved by centuries of witchly magic, but the tightness of her vagina betrayed her inexperience.
“Hnnn—!”
“Squeeze me. Gently.”
“L-like this…?”
Johan, much to Linna’s annoyance, was incredibly gentle with Lynne. He caressed her, entered her slowly, treating her with the tenderness of a lover on their wedding night.
Linna couldn’t stand it. She threw herself onto Lynne’s ample bosom, using it as a cushion, her face now level with Johan’s.
“Kyaaah—!?”
“…Why are you… so gentle with her…?”
“What?”
“Why are you so gentle with her!?”
Linna said this, slapping Lynne’s breast. Lynne yelped, and Johan, still thrusting, explained.
“Because… she’s obedient… she doesn’t fight back… and right now, sex is the objective.”
“Then what about me!? I’m being obedient too, but you’re still rough with me! You don’t even caress me!”
“That’s what you’re complaining about? Tsk. Come here.”
Johan clicked his tongue and held out his hand to Linna, beckoning her with two fingers. As if he would satisfy her with just two fingers. Linna glared at him, indignant.
“What!? You think this will satisfy me!?”
Two fingers wouldn’t be enough.
“I can’t! No, I won’t! Be gentle with me too!”
Johan, ignoring her outburst, placed his fingers on her abdomen. Before she could react, a surge of mana flowed from his fingertips.
—Bang—! A powerful burst of pleasure, directly targeting her womb. Linna’s eyes rolled back, her mouth opening, saliva dripping down her chin.
She collapsed, her vagina leaking fluids, and Johan, aiming his two fingers, inserted them.
Squish, squelch—
“You talk too much.”
He moved his fingers inside her, sending pulses of mana into her core. He continued thrusting into Lynne, sending mana into her as well.
Channeling mana through his penis and fingers wasn’t easy, but he was getting the hang of it.
“Hah, haaah—!!”
“J-just… fingers…!”
Johan, looking down at the panting witches, thrust harder.
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Johan emerged from the room, and Evangeline rushed towards him, immediately detecting the scent of other women.
She quickly used her magic to cleanse him, then looked at him expectantly.
“Johan! How was it?”
“I’ve learned something.”
“Which means…?”
“I won’t be doing that again.”
It was time to wake Beatrice.
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