This Regressor Does it for Free – Chapter 10

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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Natasha sat on the bed, tears steadily rolling down her cheeks.

“Was my husband hurt because of me?”

“No… Kerry is really alright.”

“Then how could he not be found anywhere in the entire village? Unless he’s deliberately hiding… he must be injured because of me and hiding, isn’t it? Sniffle… sob…”

Natasha cried, calling out for Kerry.

Lina had searched for him to let him know that Natasha had awakened, but he was nowhere to be seen in the village.

Natasha was misunderstanding due to Kerry’s absence.

She believed he was hiding his injuries because of her.

Seeing Natasha’s flowing tears, Lina didn’t know what to do.

Even after her regression, Lina was still weak in these types of situations.

“If he’s a good husband… he’ll definitely try to hide his injuries so I won’t worry.”

“…That’s absolutely not the case, Natasha.”

No matter how much Lina tried to convince her it was a misunderstanding, Natasha wouldn’t listen.

She just cried and called for Kerry.

Lina now truly felt the depth of Natasha’s feelings for Kerry.

In her previous life, she couldn’t have imagined Natasha, known as the Red Maelstrom, being capable of loving someone so deeply.

‘Where could Kerry be, and what is he doing…’

Every time she saw Natasha’s tears, Lina felt a more desperate need for Kerry.

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The White Witch thrashed on the floor.

Her head, where Kerry had punched her, was agonizing.

The pain wracked her internal organs.

This was the most intense pain she had ever experienced in her life.

Of course, this was also because the White Witch had rarely experienced any pain at all.

“Ugh… uh…”

“You psycho. You dared to try to rape me? What in the world are these tools? They’re giving me the creeps just looking at them. Ugh.”

Kerry grabbed the restraints from the White Witch’s toolbox and secured them around her wrists.

Click

The White Witch’s eyes went wide as her wrists were bound.

“Haa… haa… Wh-what are you going to do to me…?”

“I’m going to do what you were planning to do to me. No. I misspoke. I’m not into S&M, so you’re in luck. We can enjoy this the normal way.”

“…Do you think I’ll allow that?!”

“Did you ask for my permission before you tried that shit? You were the one trying to rape me first. Besides, you said you’ve been starved for 100 years, right? And you said I was cute?”

“E-even so, I refuse in this manner!”

Kerry couldn’t understand the White Witch, who was now rejecting him after being the aggressor.

“Why?”

“Penetrative sex is not to my liking!”

He was dumbfounded.

“I said M isn’t my thing either! Who the hell would want to be subjected to that crazy shit?”

The White Witch mumbled in a barely audible voice,

“…There were some men who enjoyed it.”

“Bullshit.”

Kerry decided to ignore the White Witch’s nonsense.

He climbed on top of her, her arms now restrained, and undressed.

Kerry’s trained body was on full display.

His toned muscles and the small scars he’d earned in battle exuded masculinity.

The White Witch watched him silently.

However, she couldn’t help but become flustered as he began to remove his trousers.

“A-are you really going to do this?”

This would be his revenge, a badge of honor for subduing the archmage who had terrorized the continent.

“I’m… not ready yet…”

“You’ve lived for over a hundred years, what do you mean you’re not ready? Just do it.”

If she’d lived that long, she must have slept with countless men.

However, that wasn’t the truth. It was Kerry’s misconception.

The White Witch was a woman with as much pride and arrogance as talent.

Born into a prominent noble family, blessed with innate magical abilities, and possessing superior beauty, she was the ultimate bride-to-be.

But her standards were as high as her abilities, and she rarely encountered a man who lived up to her expectations.

Even as she grew older, no man captured her interest, and her parents wouldn’t dare pressure the White Witch into marriage.

At some point, she began to look down on all men.

They were all beneath her.

Perhaps due to her personality, her sexual preferences also became unique.

She came to enjoy dominating men and reigning as queen.

‘My… virginity… taken like this?’

Her precious virginity, cherished and protected due to her immense pride…

“W-wait! Stop! I’ll do anything else for you, just not this…”

Kerry didn’t stop.

He continued removing his trousers, revealing his formidable erection.

It was an impressive size.

“!”

The White Witch had seen male genitalia before, but this was startlingly large.

Kerry, now prepared, smirked down at the White Witch.

He was picturing the flesh hidden beneath her luxurious dress.

Before the White Witch could say anything, Kerry ripped her dress in half.

He chose this method because it would be too much trouble to undress her with her hands bound, and the result was quite a sight.

Her pale breasts and pink nipples, peeking through the remnants of the beautiful white dress, exceeded his expectations.

“…Hmph. You won’t listen, will you? But please, don’t be too rough.”

“You’re not telling me to stop now, are you? Where’s your conscience?”

“…”

The White Witch bit her lip hard.

She finally seemed to grasp her situation.

He kneaded her breasts, now exposed beneath the torn fabric.

He felt her soft flesh, tweaking and sucking her nipples as he pleased.

Slurp

“Ahh…”

It had been so long for the White Witch, who had lived alone in this place for 100 years.

In fact, even just exchanging words with another person like this was a first in 100 years, so that alone was incredibly stimulating.

Moreover, the sensation of a man sucking her nipples was beyond words for her.

The White Witch’s face began to flush.

The cold, ruthless White Witch was gone, replaced by a shy maiden.

“Th-there…!”

His hand moved from her breasts down to her skirt.

The White Witch flinched in surprise, but she couldn’t resist.

Kerry ripped away the bothersome skirt.

The White Witch was now clad in the remnants of her dress, her breasts and vulva exposed.

For some reason, this sight was even more arousing.

Kerry caressed and kissed the White Witch’s pink folds.

She had kept her mouth tightly shut as if in protest, but when he opened her mouth with one hand, she began to accept his kiss, as if she had no choice.

Slurp… smack

The sounds of tongues intertwining echoed in the white bedroom.

Squish… squelch… squish

The sounds of Kerry’s fingers violating the White Witch also resonated.

‘This… what is this…?’

Pleasure she hadn’t felt in 100 years washed over her.

Each day had been the same, monotonous repetition.

She would look out the window at the scenery she’d magically created, and exercise to maintain her beautiful figure.

She’d eat, then sleep.

That was her daily routine.

There was no other stimulation.

The intense pleasure Kerry brought, amidst 100 years of sensory deprivation, was more than enough to ignite her long-dormant libido.

Just the small movements of his fingers inside her sent endorphins flooding her brain, bringing waves of pleasure.

‘Am I… enjoying being forcibly ravished by this man…?’

It was unacceptable to her pride.

Men were meant to be subjugated.

No man could be superior to her, no man could control her.

That was her reality, and it was crumbling before her eyes.

‘I’m not enjoying this. This isn’t pleasurable at all. Not at all!’

Contrary to her thoughts, her vagina, violated by his fingers, gushed with fluids.

Her head spun from the intense stimulation she hadn’t experienced in a century.

Kerry’s appearance, coincidentally, was also the White Witch’s type.

Not a medieval man with a bushy beard, but a clean-cut, gentle-looking man.

Yet, his body was toned and scarred, exuding a raw masculinity.

“Whew. You’re really wet. Guess you were pretty starved.”

At his words, the White Witch’s face turned as red as a tomato.

“Alright, I’m going in now.”

“W-wait!”

Being a virgin, she wasn’t confident she could handle something so large.

But her pride wouldn’t allow her to admit it.

Kerry didn’t wait, offering her no consideration.

She wouldn’t have offered him any.

Before the White Witch could protest further, the tip of his penis began to part her folds.

The White Witch was overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation.

“Ahh…”

“What the… why is it so tight? You can’t be a virgin.”

“…”

“Are you… a virgin?”

“…”

Her flushed face and averted gaze gave him the answer.

“Hmm… that’s quite unexpected. Well, I guess it makes sense, since you’ve lived alone here for most of those hundred-plus years. Why didn’t you say something? I would’ve been gentler.”

“…I’m fine. Do as you please.”

The White Witch clung to her pride to the very end.

But she had already experienced more than enough pleasure from his fingers alone.

Unlike before, Kerry moved his hips with care.

His penis slid smoothly into her pink depths.

“Ahh… mm…”

The White Witch clenched her jaw, determined to suppress her moans, but it was futile. Her initial haughty demeanor had completely vanished.

‘It hurts… it hurts so much… He’s too big…’

That was her honest thought, even though her vagina was already slick with arousal from his foreplay.

“I’m all the way in.”

As he said, his entire length was now sheathed within her.

It was painful, yet she also felt a sense of fullness.

“…Are you all the way in? It’s so small I can barely feel it. Hmph.”

“Really? But your pussy is gripping me so tight.”

“You bastard!”

The White Witch desperately tried to maintain a facade of strength. She seemed incredibly proud. But she had been alone for a century.

The sudden, intense pleasure was not something she could suppress with pride alone.

Kerry began moving his hips.

The pain persisted. The White Witch couldn’t comprehend why this was supposed to be pleasurable. If this was all it was, she would have preferred her usual S&M games.

But that thought quickly faded.

Amidst the pain, a faint pleasure, a nascent orgasm, began to bloom.

As Kerry gradually increased his pace, the orgasm intensified.

He thrust deeper and deeper, their groins colliding with lewd smacking sounds. The White Witch felt every thrust, every sound, acutely.

“Haa… haa… haa…”

Her breath hitched in her throat.

Her head lolled back, and a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

“Ahh! Oh!”

She hadn’t planned to moan at all. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. She’d intended to remain aloof and composed, but there she was, moaning and writhing in pleasure.

“I didn’t know you’d moan… you like it that much?”

“I-I don’t like it at all! Ahh!”

With every thrust, the White Witch’s breasts jiggled enticingly. Kerry kneaded them, captivated by their beautiful sway.

Her pussy felt amazing, and her breasts were soft. Her pink nipples against her snow-white skin were a breathtaking sight.

‘My cherished virginity… taken like this.’

She had never imagined things would unfold this way. But her regret was fleeting.

Consumed by the orgasm coursing through her, she had little capacity for thought.

Unconsciously, the White Witch wrapped her legs tightly around Kerry’s waist. She pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss.

The intense pleasure, her first in a century, was too intoxicating to resist.

They ravished each other like animals. Kerry, continuing his relentless thrusts, lifted the White Witch.

He roughly spun her around, forcing her onto all fours.

The White Witch’s buttocks were now prominently on display. Between her peach-like, luscious cheeks, he could see her pink, dripping vagina.

He couldn’t hold back.

Kerry hrust into her from behind, his hips pistoning. From this angle, he felt like he was penetrating even deeper.

“Oh! So deep!”

The White Witch cried out involuntarily. But Kerry had no intention of stopping.

“You need to understand how it feels to be on the receiving end.”

The White Witch didn’t understand his words, but she soon understood through her body.

Kerry began spanking her buttocks with the flat of his hand.

Slap! Slap!

“Ahh!”

It stung. He spanked her until her white ass turned red. But as the pain focused her senses on her buttocks, strangely, the feeling of his cock inside her became even more intense.

Amidst the pain, her orgasm swelled.

“Oh! Ah! Hmph!”

The bed shook violently as he pounded into her. The White Witch cried out, her voice reaching a fever pitch.

“AHHHHH!”

Kerry nd the White Witch lay side-by-side on the bed. White semen dripped from her pussy.

The tempestuous lovemaking hadn’t ended with a single round.

Kerry had filled the White Witch multiple times before finally reaching satiation.

She lay turned away from him, her naked body covered by the sheet.

“…”

Post-coital silence descended.

They weren’t a couple who would engage in sweet pillow talk, so Kerry, with nothing to say, stared blankly at the ceiling.

‘She said it was her first time, I wonder if I overdid it…’

The White Witch’s pride was in tatters.

She had succumbed to pleasure, and after her first time, she had even found herself eagerly riding this stranger, lost in the throes of passion.

It was a devastating blow to her lofty pride as a witch.

It wasn’t the loss of her virginity that truly stung, but the fact that she had surrendered so completely to pleasure.

Perhaps due to the post-coital vulnerability, even this awkward silence brought tears to her eyes.

Tears she couldn’t remember shedding flowed freely down her cheeks.

Sniffle… sniffle…

“Hey… are you crying?”

“…I don’t cry.”

“Then what was that sniffling I just heard? Let me see your face. Just for a second. Stop hiding.”

“I said I’m not crying!”

“Hey… you really are crying.”

It was a ridiculous, yet strangely guilt-inducing moment.

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