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I was trying to recall the moment my memory seemed to have a gap, wondering how I ended up in this situation.
Clearly…
“Is it true that witches really make rice cakes with demons on Walpurgis Night?”
It was a lewd question I threw out there while drunk.
It was something I had been curious about for a long time, and since she was one of the Four Heavenly Kings and also one of the four cardinal witches, I thought she could answer my question.
“No, idiot. If you just want to make rice cakes, you can grab any random guy on the street; why go through the trouble of summoning an otherworldly entity to do it?”
Upon hearing her response, it made sense.
Just summoning a demon for mere pleasure is far too dangerous.
You might end up drained of all your mana and die, so it would be better to earn money with that effort and visit a high-class brothel instead.
“Oh, then what about the rumor that witches can’t bear children?”
“Do you think I hatched from an egg or something, kid?”
It was truly a rebuttal fitting of her, and I couldn’t help but clutch my stomach and chuckle uncontrollably.
She seemed displeased by my reaction, muttering under her breath as she blew a raspberry.
“Humans are always problematic. If they don’t like someone, they distort their image and spread slander without hesitation. What nonsense is this coming from an unmarried virgin?”
While wiping away tears from her cutting remark, I asked Dorothea,
“You’re twenty-five, right? Are you still a virgin?”
“Hmph! It’s just that I haven’t found a guy who catches my eye yet. And when do I even have time for men? I’ve been busy studying.”
As she said this, Dorothea crossed her long legs while sitting on the couch.
Though she probably intended to take a somewhat provocative pose, her overall slim figure made her look more like a child pretending to act like an adult.
“Yeah, maybe because you stopped growing during puberty, your assets aren’t exactly appealing.”
When I said this and mocked her small chest, Dorothea flared up and shouted,
“Have you tried it? Have you tried it?”
“Well, no, but you don’t need to try it to know. It’s based on experience.”
My first time was already 12 years ago.
It was with a childhood friend who lived next door. She confessed to me on the last night before I left to follow my Master to the Magic Tower.
After confirming our feelings for each other, we went straight to the mill… and well, you know the rest.
Now, she has a son and two daughters and is living happily.
Besides her, there have been countless women—those I spent a night with after drinking and those I met at brothels. The number easily reaches into the dozens.
My experience differs vastly from someone like a pure maiden who has only held hands with her father.
With that said, I boasted smugly, which seemed to hurt Dorothea’s pride. She looked irritated and shouted,
“Shithead! If you’re such an expert at sex, why don’t you teach me?”
Finally, everything came flooding back.
They say the mouth is the gateway to disaster, and indeed, the old saying holds true.
After spacing out for a bit, the red-faced Dorothea underneath me, seemingly embarrassed, spoke up:
“What are you doing? If you’re not going to do anything, move aside.”
“No, uh, we should proceed.”
Even though I acted impulsively under the influence of alcohol, I wasn’t stupid enough to ruin a perfectly set table.
Dorothea may have a slim figure overall, but her hips were nicely rounded.
I decided to start by tasting her crimson lips, which usually spout nothing but arrogance.
Click.
“…”
Normally, I’d start by slipping my tongue in, but considering it was her first time, I opted for a light peck instead.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, her lips tasted sweet like cherry liqueur.
Our lips briefly touched and parted, and then I gradually kissed every exposed patch of skin—her cheeks, ears, neck, and shoulders.
Each time my lips grazed her skin, she shivered and twisted her body, causing the robe draped over her shoulder to fall off completely.
Dorothea instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck.
If she had been wearing her usual ruby-red heels, she might have appeared taller, but now that she had taken them off, her petite frame fit snugly within my embrace.
Following her lead, I returned to her lips for another kiss.
Whereas the first kiss was light, this one was a full-blown deep kiss involving tongues.
Since it was her first time, Dorothea struggled a bit with moving her tongue, but with my guidance, she soon followed naturally.
Our tongues intertwined, filling our mouths with saliva.
Slurp… Slurp… Slurp…
After kissing passionately for quite some time, we finally parted when our breathing became labored.
A silver thread stretched between our lips before snapping.
“Haa… Haa…”
Dorothea’s crimson eyes were moist with emotion.
I gently brushed the strands of hair sticking to her sweat-drenched face and asked,
“How was it? Your thoughts on your first kiss?”
At this, Dorothea turned her head away, as if regaining her senses.
“I-I don’t know. Whatever.”
So cute.
Who would have thought that the girl who always acted like she wanted to devour me would end up making such feminine expressions?
For that adorable red witch, I pulled down the black bustier covering her upper body.
The small breasts that had occasionally peeked out whenever she leaned forward were finally revealed to the world.
“Maybe about a B-cup?”
Surrounded by people with well-developed figures, it was hard to gauge size accurately when dealing with smaller ones.
Nevertheless, I pinched her pink nipples, which stood erect even through the fishnet tights, with my fingers.
“Aah!”
Dorothea let out a strained cry and writhed her body.
Her small chest must have been extremely sensitive.
It’s rare for someone whose erogenous zones haven’t fully developed to react so sensitively to breast stimulation.
Realizing how embarrassing the sound she had just made was, Dorothea quickly covered her mouth with her palm.
Yet, her teary eyes continued to gaze down at me, possibly asking for more.
I smirked inwardly and began toying with her nipples as if they were toys.
“Mm… Mmm… Eeek!”
While Dorothea squirmed her thighs in pleasure, she tried hard not to moan by clamping her mouth shut and holding her breath.
But perhaps she knows how much such behavior drives men crazy?
Maybe she’s a genius at teasing men.
I stopped tormenting her with my fingers and instead took her swollen nipple and areola into my mouth.
“Hnn!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Dorothea let out a moan.
Ignoring this, I buried my face in her modest bosom.
Slurp!
Her nipples felt surprisingly good in my mouth as I rolled them with my tongue.
Indeed, there’s no hierarchy when it comes to breast size.
With each flick of my tongue, Dorothea experienced a kind of pleasure she had never felt before.
The friction of her breasts against the lining of her stockings combined with the sensations from my tongue drove her wild.
Her short skirt was already soaked.
“Ahh! Ahh! Oh no! Something’s coming! Haaaah!”
Eventually, unable to hold on any longer, Dorothea arched her back and trembled violently as she climaxed, pushing the bedsheet away with her legs.
Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Her once proud and intelligent eyes, befitting a distinguished witch, were now clouded with nothing but blissful ecstasy.
Like someone addicted to drugs, she gasped and savored the aftermath of her orgasm before collapsing onto the bed.
“Haa… Haa… Haa…”
Only the heavy breathing of Dorothea filled the room, mingling with the air of licentiousness.
“Let’s take off your pants first.”
I waited patiently beside her until she calmed down, then said this as I removed her brown shorts, soaked with her arousal, from her thin legs.
Sniffing it slightly, I detected the smell of urine.
Apparently, the intense pleasure caused her to wet herself.
A mischievous thought crossed my mind—to tease her about being a bed-wetter—but I shook my head.
This was her one and only first time, so it would be best to make it as romantic as possible.
Having sent the inexperienced Dorothea to paradise with my accumulated skills, I believed even the Goddess of Wisdom in heaven would approve.
To claim my reward, I unbuckled my belt and removed my pants.
My boy had already been ready for quite some time.
When I took off my underwear, a thick and large pillar sprang out like a spring. Climbing onto the bed, I brought it close to Dorothea’s small lips.
Looking up at me with confusion, I told her,
“Suck.”
