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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Master’s skin was soft. From head to toe, flawless, without a trace of blemish. Even the often-neglected heels, the backs of her knees, the crook of her elbows, her collarbone—all were impeccably smooth.
Despite having lived for hundreds of years, her skin was as supple as a newborn’s. Her full breasts and curvaceous hips seemed sculpted to entice, like works of art designed for male pleasure.
Johan had been captivated by this alluring body. He had loved her outer shell. Her appearance.
“…Master.”
“Mm.”
“Tonight… I want to do things… my way.”
“…Do as you please. I’m already… yours, Johan.”
With her permission granted, Johan began to lick her fingers. Evangeline, surprised by this unexpected gesture, let out a soft moan, watching him.
He took her finger into his mouth, nibbling gently, then licking the tip. Even her fingernails were clean and beautiful.
Yes, she was just a woman. Just as a nuclear bomb, capable of wiping out a nation, was nothing but a hunk of metal without human intervention, this witch, capable of annihilating thousands in an instant, was just a woman beneath it all.
“Hah… hah…”
“…Johan? Are you alright?”
“…Yes, Master.”
Johan slowly undressed her. Evangeline, shyly covering herself, was undeniably a female—
Undeniably…
‘Shit…’
His hands trembled slightly. Johan frowned, suppressing a sudden wave of anxiety, and buried his face in her breasts.
He inhaled, and the scent of Evangeline’s sweat, gathered in the valley between her breasts, filled his nostrils. It should have been an unpleasant smell, but it wasn’t.
From head to toe, every part of her was captivating. The Witch of Love, a dangerously alluring being, a femme fatale seemingly crafted by a flawed god.
And he possessed this femme fatale. He had access to other beauties just like her. His hesitation was merely the product of having too many choices, a primal instinct disguised as fear…
“It’s okay.”
—Mmph!
Evangeline gently wrapped her arms around Johan’s head. Her soft breasts pressed against him, enveloping him in their warmth. He sank into her embrace.
“It’s okay, Johan. You don’t have to force yourself. You don’t have to do anything. Just… just being here… is enough. I’ll protect you.”
“Mmmppph…”
Johan, feeling the immense, overwhelming maternal love emanating from Evangeline, buried his face deeper into her breasts.
A gentle hand stroked the back of his head. His hair, unkempt since his arrival in this world, tickled his neck. The slight irritation brought him back to reality, and he pulled away from Evangeline’s embrace.
“—I’m… scared of you, Master!”
“H-huh?”
“Your breasts are big, your hips are wide, your face is beautiful! I shouldn’t be scared of you! But! You could kill me with a flick of your wrist! And that’s… terrifying! I don’t know what to…”
“I see… I see…”
Evangeline closed her eyes and nodded. She had been startled by his confession, but it made sense.
As a witch, she couldn’t fully comprehend the thoughts and emotions of a human, especially a human male.
It was like a dog breeder claiming to love dogs, while the dogs themselves remained terrified of him.
“So, Johan… what do you want to do?”
“…I don’t know. I… I don’t want to be afraid of you, Master. I feel bad for you, and… embarrassed for myself…”
“Johan, will you… do something for me?”
“Huh? What…?”
“Perhaps… if you knew I would never hurt you, no matter what… you wouldn’t be so afraid?”
Johan didn’t understand at first, but then he realized what she meant.
“…There’s… something I’ve always wanted to do.”
“What is it?”
“I want to… spank your butt… really hard.”
“…What?”
Of all things?
Evangeline’s expression hardened. Johan seemed to be serious.
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“J-Johan? Are you done yet?”
“…Just a little longer.”
Evangeline, her face flushed, pressed it into the bed and lifted her hips slightly, presenting her backside to Johan.
Johan wanted to capture this image—her perfect, toned body, her round, firm buttocks—in a photograph or a painting.
He could have done it if he had his smartphone… but it had been taken along with everything else when the villagers robbed him.
‘I’ll just… memorize it.’
Vowing to never forget this sight, Johan swung his hand. Smack—! A sharp crack echoed through the room, and a red mark bloomed on Evangeline’s pale flesh.
“Hng—!”
Her buttocks reddened, and Evangeline bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan.
Johan struck again.
Smack!
“Ahh!”
This time, she couldn’t hold back a cry of pain. Evangeline arched her back.
She wanted him to stop. She looked at Johan, tears welling up in her eyes, and saw him gazing down at her, his face alight with a strange excitement.
“S-still… more…?”
“…Just a little more.”
“B-but you’ve already… spanked me almost ten times… Hah!”
“You said I could do anything, Master.”
Johan spread her buttocks, revealing her hidden folds. Despite having only been spanked, her vagina was wet, glistening in the dim light, and her anus, just as beautiful, beckoned.
He reached out and caressed both openings. Evangeline, lost in the waves of pain, was momentarily unaware of his actions, then felt his finger gently probing her entrance and flinched.
“—!?”
“Oh.”
Unlike her vagina, which eagerly welcomed his touch, her anus tightened around his finger, resisting.
As a man, Johan felt a primal urge to explore any available opening. He gently licked Evangeline’s foot and asked,
“Master, may I… put it in here?”
“H-hng—why… there…?”
“It’s… interesting. Witches don’t use this… I wonder why it’s even there…”
“I-if I say no… will you stop…?”
“If you say no… I’ll be scared of you, Master.”
He said this, something no one would say to someone they were supposed to be afraid of, and stared at the back of Evangeline’s head. She buried her face in the pillow, then nodded slightly.
Taking this as consent, Johan rubbed his fully erect penis against her entrance.
He coated it with her arousal fluids, then carefully positioned himself.
“Ungh…!”
Evangeline moaned as his large penis stretched her opening. She squeezed him tightly, as if trying to crush him. Johan shuddered, pushing himself in as far as he could go.
Unlike her vagina, which had a definite end, his penis seemed to disappear into her anus, as if it could accommodate even more.
The sensation was intoxicating.
“J-Johan, how is it-? Is Master… still scary…?”
“Shut up.”
“Kyaaah—!?”
He spanked her again, and Evangeline squeezed him even tighter, as if trying to break his penis.
This was a different kind of pleasure. He had never been this dominant, this… rough with Evangeline.
He had always been considerate, gentle, wanting to please this beautiful woman he never thought he’d be with…
He now realized it wasn’t necessary.
‘The fact that she’s not pushing me away, not getting angry… means she trusts me… values me…’
There were people who valued things more than their own bodies. Cat ladies who fed stray cats despite being scratched and bitten, car enthusiasts who would rather break their own legs than damage their precious vehicles.
Johan realized he held that kind of value to Evangeline. A treasured possession.
Irreplaceable to the witches. Their one and only alpha male.
“Master, squeeze me tighter.”
“Mm…”
He didn’t need to be afraid of witches.
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