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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Men were pitiful creatures.
Even with a perfect woman with both looks and figure,
We still turn our eyes to other, lesser women.
I knew it was instinct for genetic diversity.
And yet…
“Ngh-!”
“─Johan?”
“Y-yes!”
“Is something wrong?”
“N-no…”
I bit my lip hard and glared at Marguerite as she ate. She smiled wickedly while twirling her extended leg in circles.
Under her soft sole, my dick throbbed with intense pressure and stimulation. After days without release, I was hypersensitive to any touch.
I carefully shifted my hips back until I was out of reach of her foot. Finally, she stopped fondling me.
‘What’s gotten into her suddenly…!’
Just as I felt relief, Marguerite grinned and thrust her hand into empty space.
Thump- Something grabbed my dick inside my pants. Only then did I remember she was the Witch of Space – distance meant nothing to her.
“Hah…”
“Johan, are you in pain?”
“N-no! I’m fine…! Master!”
“Then why are you sweating so much?”
“Ah, haha. Must be a bit hot.”
I said this while loosening the tightly fastened buttons at my collar. As my chest became slightly exposed, I noticed Evangeline, who had been eating quietly, swallow hard.
Master seemed to realize I looked more erotic than ill now – she said nothing after swallowing but blushed while sneaking glances at my chest and what lay hidden beneath the table.
Throughout this, Marguerite didn’t stop stroking my dick.
“Ugh─!”
I finally came, my body trembling. I glared at Marguerite with a slight frown. After skillfully stroking me to climax, she casually waved her cum-covered hand at me.
Just as she waved her hand covered in my cum, Master sniffed the air.
“Sniff sniff, Johan, don’t you smell something strange?”
“I-I’m not sure. Can’t tell.”
“Hmm… must be my imagination? Maybe I’m not feeling well lately.”
It wasn’t her imagination since my cum was right beside her. But I couldn’t possibly tell her.
The moment I told her another witch had made me cum right in front of her, an enraged Master might kill Marguerite.
‘Sorry…’
While I might have reported it if I were a woman, as a man who’d lived as a proud Korean for over 20 years, I couldn’t possibly report being made to cum by a woman.
Seeing I wouldn’t tell Master, Marguerite grinned and started licking her palm clean.
I didn’t need to watch to know clearly what would unfold from here.
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Marguerite often walked around the house naked, but I’d never found it particularly erotic.
Master was the supreme object of desire, and moreover─ Marguerite was the type to cover her important parts with her wet, draping hair.
Her hair was so long it could cover even her ass if not tied up, making it feel like wet seaweed.
‘Seriously, what’s gotten into her…’
But today’s Marguerite wasn’t in her usual seaweed-like state. She’d braided her wet hair into a bun and, instead of proudly displaying her body, had wrapped herself tightly in a towel.
Slightly concealing was more arousing than completely revealing. I finally understood this obvious fact today.
“Hmm~? What’s this, apprentice. Where are you looking?”
“…”
“Why so quiet? Oh~ Were you staring at my body?”
“…No.”
“Don’t lie. Want to borrow some panties? Want to masturbate?”
I couldn’t point out the irony of her saying this after freely playing with my dick earlier. Master had gone upstairs, but I didn’t know when she might come back down.
When I kept my mouth shut, she extended her hand as if to verify her words. After her arm disappeared like it had been cut off, a moist touch grabbed my dick.
“Ngh…”
“Well well~ You’re hard?”
“…Stop.”
“Hm? What was that?”
“Please, stop…!”
I found the courage to speak. Though I couldn’t shout loud enough for Master to hear – I thought this much would clearly express my feelings.
But I was wrong. Hearing my words, Marguerite’s eyes lit up even more and her lips began to quiver.
“Stop what?”
Her quivering lips stiffened into an expression I couldn’t tell was a smile or serious, and she slowly began moving my dick up and down.
Her soft touch stroked my dick trapped beneath clothes frantically. The sensation was surreal. My dick was still confined by clothes, but a new dimension of palm overlapped with it.
This four-dimensional handjob felt incomparably better than normal three-dimensional masturbation that only affected surface planes.
“S-stop…”
“Again, what exactly should I stop? I really don’t know?”
“Th-this- j-jerking me off…”
“Jerking you off? Oh- you mean this?”
She pointed at my dick that had popped out at her eye level. I touched my crotch in shock and realized I couldn’t feel what should have been there.
“Th-that’s mine…!”
“─Phew.”
“Ngh!”
I felt a cool breeze brush my tip. A shiver ran down my spine. Seeing my reaction, she stuck out her tongue and started lightly licking the head.
“S-stop-!”
“Why, about to cum already?”
I bit my lip hard without answering. If I opened my mouth, I felt I might cum immediately.
Watching me, Marguerite began stroking my dick back and forth. Slowly, very slowly-.
She pulled up to the base of the head, then carefully drew back down. It felt good, but compared to her previous actions, it was just enough to maintain my erection without letting it soften.
‘Really, this is insane…’
Just when her touch started to feel manageable, her tongue would suddenly brush my tip when I least expected it. Each time, my butt would clench and my spine would stiffen.
Though I wanted to stroke hard and cum, I couldn’t even touch my magically separated dick.
While I was being completely dominated by Marguerite and having my orgasm controlled, Master slowly came downstairs.
“Johaaaan… I’m tired…”
“M-Master…”
“Give me snaaaacks…”
Whatever she’d been doing upstairs, Master complained of fatigue and immediately slumped over the table.
I glared at Marguerite who was playing with my dick, and she tactfully kept it hidden from view.
After glaring at her to signal not to touch me while cooking, I prepared snacks for Master.
I made pancakes with flour and sugar bought from the city, topped with honey, butter, and fruit. When I served this with warm milk, Master’s eyes sparkled.
“What’s this, what’s this!?”
“Pancakes.”
“Looks delicious─! …But, I can’t move my body.”
Master, slumped over the table, said this while raising her eyes. Her crescent-moon eyes looked up at me seductively.
“So Johan… could you feed me?”
“…Y-yes. Of course.”
“Thank you!”
Though she didn’t look tired at all, Master waited with her mouth delicately open like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
Just as I carefully cut and lifted a piece of pancake with my fork, Marguerite, realizing Master wasn’t paying attention to me, slowly grabbed my dick again.
Want.Me.To.Jerk.You.Off?
She mouthed these words. I shook my head, but Marguerite didn’t stop and began stimulating my tip.
“Aahn─”
“…Say ahh.”
“Mmm-! Delicious! Our Johan is the best!”
Master immediately demanded more. I bit my lip hard while continuing to feed her pancakes.
Each time I fed her a bite, Marguerite would lick my dick once. As if trying to experience the same treatment Master was getting.
“Hah, nngh…”
“…Johan? Are you really sick?”
“Huh? N-no. I’m f-fine- I just need the bathroom…”
“Ah─ right. Go ahead.”
When I headed to the bathroom clutching my stomach, Master nodded understandingly. Though guilt welled up at deceiving her, dealing with my captured dick was more urgent.
As I entered the bathroom, becoming even bolder in this unseen space, she grabbed my dick with both hands and began stroking it back and forth.
Her control of strength and speed was artistic, as if she’d done this countless times.
“Ngh-! Hah, nngh!”
Finally, before long, cum spurted forcefully from my dick in thick streams. Most of it went straight into the toilet, so cleanup wasn’t a concern.
Sensing I’d cum, the hands holding my dick moved even faster. Like milking a cow’s udder, she extracted cum from my dick.
Thick and sticky, my dick wouldn’t soften even after just cumming.
It felt like having my essence stolen by some mischievous fairy. I waited for my erection to subside while catching my breath heavily.
“…Hah, hah- seriously, why are you suddenly doing this?”
After washing the cum from my tip and fixing my clothes, I went outside where Marguerite was quietly drinking tea in the living room. Our eyes met and she smiled slyly while lifting her cum-stained fingers.
She dipped those fingers coated in my white fluid into her teacup and stirred it around. Apparently not bothered by the heat, she sucked her fingers clean after stirring, then began eagerly gulping down the cum-mixed tea.
‘…What an absolute pervert witch.’
I swallowed hard while glaring at Marguerite.
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Smut
My pp went hard as fuck……