■ The Hungry Witch and the Full Dullahan □
The morning of the weekend was almost over.
In other words, it meant that Ozma’s and Camilla’s shift this morning had ended.
The two women, who had meticulously consumed every last drop of semen until the very end, went to sleep with satisfied expressions.
They’ll probably wake up during the free time in the dead of night and beg for more semen again.
Anyway, because the two people who burned through the morning had returned to their rooms for rest, lunch was eaten by me, Dorothea, and Barnett.
“What’s for lunch today?”
“Gratin with shrimp and chicken steak.”
“Ho, it’ll be delicious.”
Our house’s kitchen is basically firmly in the hands of Camilla and Barnett.
Dorothea makes everything turn into charcoal, so she’s an exception, and Ozma, having grown up pampered, can’t cook normally.
Because of this, the two naturally became the main ones handling the knives.
Camilla, with nearly 30 years of experience as a maid at the Demon King’s Castle, had deep expertise in various high-class dishes and cooking methods.
On the other hand, Barnett learned cooking as a hobby while wandering for a long time after the empire fell. Perhaps because of that, she had a knack for exotic dishes and home-style cooking.
After sitting and waiting for a moment, a lettuce salad garnished with cherry tomatoes, mushroom soup, and bread to dip in the soup were neatly set on the table, followed finally by the gratin and chicken steak emitting a delicious aroma.
“It’s hot, so be careful.”
Barnett said this, then took off her oven mitts and apron, and sat in the empty seat at the table.
Thinking about this made me recall the days when the three of us lived alone before attempting to assassinate King Oscar two years ago.
It’s not bad now, but back then, the balance was pretty good.
“I will eat well.”
“I will eat well.”
“Hoho, let’s eat deliciously.”
I took a bite, feeling grateful to Barnett for making such a delicious meal today.
I’m amazed by her excellent culinary skills.
It feels like there’s a mother’s love embedded in her cooking, doesn’t it?
There’s always a sense of warmth in Barnett’s food.
Unlike Ozma, who combined meals with sex, these two have relatively calm personalities, so they definitely ate only food during meals.
Thanks to that, I could enjoy a hearty meal without just hastily filling my stomach like in the morning.
After finishing lunch, I suggested to Dorothea that we go for a walk.
She glanced at Barnett’s back as she started washing the dishes, then nodded shortly.
“Alright.”
Normally, she would have complained about going out, but surprisingly, she was quite obedient today.
Anyway, with that settled, to help digest our lunch, we headed outside to the garden.
[[]] The place where we all currently live together used to be the house where I lived.
Honestly, calling it a mansion might be a stretch; a three-story duplex residence would be more appropriate.
Still, it has its own garden, stables, warehouses, and everything else you’d expect from a regular house.
Big has its advantages, but small also has its charm.
“Linear Gale Wind.”
Since I’ve been busy lately, the weeds in the garden had grown quite a bit, so instead of using a weed trimmer, I got rid of them all at once with magic.
Ordinarily, mages with elitist attitudes avoid using magic for daily chores, but I use it freely without hesitation.
Why hire someone unnecessarily when it costs money and takes longer?
I gather the clumps of weeds with wind magic and toss them into a corner of the yard.
Watching me do this, Dorothea, with her hands in her trouser pockets, said,
“You manage to do such annoying tasks repeatedly. If it were me, I would have burned all the weeds.”
I shrugged at her violent idea.
“Still, isn’t it better to have weeds than none? It’ll be good for kids to play in later.”
At that, Dorothea, standing under the shade of a tree, flinched and asked,
“Do you plan to have children?”
“Most people want to start a family eventually, right? I’m getting quite old too.”
I’m already thirty.
With memories from my previous life, I thought being in my twenties meant I was still young, so I lived as I pleased, but hearing that the children of people around my age are already coming of age gives me a slight sense of urgency.
It’s a well-known fact that high-ranking mages and witches generally live long lives, but that’s something far in the future.
To put it bluntly, one day, an opponent I can’t handle might suddenly appear and kill me. Wouldn’t it be unfair if I didn’t leave some proof that I existed?
At this, Dorothea, upon hearing such talk, stared blankly at my face and abruptly said,
“Then, shall I give birth for you?”
“…What?”
“No, I mean… Well, honestly, I’ve been living alone too, and sometimes I think about what it would be like to have a child. Living with the others now isn’t bad, but as you said, a family would be different.”
Dorothea babbled on and suddenly stopped, then blushed and asked,
“Would you dislike it?”
I looked blankly at Dorothea’s face and soon smirked.
“No way.”
It’s hard to believe this is the same Dorothea who used to always speak harshly with a grumpy expression.
Just as the two years of life with them changed my worldview, it seems the two years of living with us became an opportunity for Dorothea to grow mentally.
“How old are you now?”
At that, Dorothea hesitated and spoke.
“I’m twenty-eight.”
Her appearance hasn’t changed, but she’s steadily growing older.
Reflecting on it, witches’ youth preservation techniques are a scam.
Apart from her ever-changing hairstyles, she looks almost exactly the same as when I first met her.
“Then, let’s do this. We both still have plenty of time, so once the surroundings settle down and it feels right to have a child, we’ll execute the plan.”
“Not now?”
“Yeah. There’s still a Hero out there somewhere. Since we couldn’t find him in nearly two years, he must have honed his skills. We need to eliminate this dangerous element first, for the sake of Ozma’s Governor’s Office future.”
“…Understood.”
Dorothea solemnly nodded, seeming to understand what I meant.
“Though, speaking of trade-offs…”
I casually looked around and picked Dorothea up in my arms.
This is the position commonly known as the “princess carry.”
“Wh-what is this!”
As Dorothea flailed in my arms, I paid no attention and walked toward the swing installed in the corner of the garden.
“Isn’t a little rehearsal practice fine?”
“Wha-”
Realizing what I meant, Dorothea’s face turned as red as her hair.
I gave her a gentle peck on the forehead.
Shortly after, I seated Dorothea on the wooden swing.
It was designed like a bench, allowing two people to sit together, giving her ample space to move.
Bowing my head, I kissed Dorothea deeply again while unfastening my belt.
My erection began to swell as my pants opened, and even while kissing, Dorothea instinctively stroked it with her hand.
Feeling it was unfair for only me to receive affection, I slid my hand into her short hotpants and touched her clitoris.
“Haaahh…”
Dorothea, letting out a soft moan, trembled as her body responded.
Even though she wasn’t as sensitive as Camilla the succubus, Dorothea’s womanhood quickly became wet.
It seemed it was time to enter her, so I pulled down her hotpants and panties together and inserted myself into her moist cave.
Gulp!
The sound of moisture echoed as Dorothea bit her lip and tilted her head back.
It appeared she experienced a mild orgasm; given we’re outdoors, she’s trying her best to suppress her moans.
I waited patiently, considering her modesty, instead of immediately thrusting.
As Dorothea trembled, releasing her arousal, after about a minute, the uterine contractions subsided, and I began moving my hips.
Swoosh – Swoosh – Swoosh – Swoosh…
Due to our awkward positions, slow sex was unavoidable.
But it wasn’t completely devoid of stimulation.
Not only was penetration deeper due to the curve, but as I moved my hips, the swing swayed, creating unexpected pleasures.
And we were doing this in the wide-open outdoors.
Excitement inevitably heightened.
“Ahh… damn… it feels so good…”
Dorothea muttered crude words while massaging her own breasts.
Actually, compared to the other members whose breasts were abnormally large, Dorothea’s weren’t particularly small either.
I estimate they might be around a B cup.
The sensation of grabbing a handful was satisfying in its own way.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
As sexual excitement increased, the speed of my hip movements accelerated, and the obscene sounds of flesh colliding filled the garden.
If the neighbors just stepped slightly higher, they could easily peek over the fence and see us having sex.
Such vague imaginings further excited me, making it impossible to stop thrusting.
“Hmm! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaa!”
Now seemingly forgetting we were outdoors, Dorothea began howling like an animal.
To protect our privacy, I created a dome of wind around us to prevent the sounds from leaking out, then gave my final push.
Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
Finally,
“Guh! I’m cumming!”
Puuuush! Pfft! Puuuush! Pfft!
I embraced Dorothea’s petite body tightly and began ejaculating deep inside her.
“Haaaaaaaangggg!!”
Simultaneously, Dorothea reached another climax, curling her toes and arching her back.
I ensured not a single drop remained, grinding my pubic bone against her soaked vagina and withdrawing only after a considerable time.
Eventually, the semen flowed back out from Dorothea’s pink, swollen vagina, shaped by my penis.
“…If a child is born, you’re responsible.”
Dragging my exhausted body, I sat beside Dorothea and replied,
“Of course.”
