The carriage traveled for quite a while.
Clunk! Thud! Thump!
'…Fuck.'
A forest path that barely qualifies as a road.
My ass was taking quite a hard beating.
'They said we'd meet halfway, but it's still so far.'
Long-lived species live completely cut off from humans.
Because of that, there's hardly any information about them. We don't even know where they live.
'Their territory is blocked by magic, invisible to humans.'
So how do you meet such a race?
Like this.
"Thank you for coming."
The carriage stopped in the middle of a dense forest.
In a thicket barely passable for humans. Towering surround the place from every side as if there is no end to them.
A woman stood out of nowhere.
'…She's pretty hot.'
A beauty with distinctive purple hair. With voluptuous breasts and hips to match.
'Maybe purple hair is a trait of the witch clan.'
Short bob, expressionless face. Her neat pencil suit gave off a cold vibe with that face.
'…But why's the middle button undone? Is she tempting me to stick my cock in?'
It's covered by a tight shirt, but I can tell.
She's got the potential to be incredible when stripped…!
'…Is this really a witch?'
I expected an old hag since she's a long-lived species. But a sexy beauty showing up threw me off.
I got out of the carriage and greeted her.
"…Excuse me. Are you from the witch clan?"
"Yes. You must be Karl Mars. I'm tasked with escorting you to our clan's territory."
Hell yeah!
I cheered inwardly.
I thought long-lived species would all be old hags.
But there's a young, pretty woman like this?
'Of course, the great witch I'm marrying is over several hundred years, so she won't be like this.'
Still, having a woman with this vibe around is something.
Already setting up for an affair before the wedding. It's quite sinful.
"So, uh…"
"Excuse me for a moment."
The young witch ignored me and approached the horse.
"Hey, that's dangerous. A horse without a driver can be unpredictable."
I was ordered to come to this forest alone.
So, as a noble, I had to drive the carriage myself.
"A fine horse."
Snap!
The woman snapped her fingers at the horse.
"Go back home now."
Clop clop.
The horse started walking as if enchanted. Back the way we came.
"What… did you just do?"
"I cast a return spell. It'll go back to your territory on its own."
"It looked like a good horse, so I couldn't just take it", she added.
'Controlling a horse? Is that… possible?'
Remotely commanding an animal. Even affecting its intelligence to make it retrace its path?
'I've never heard of such magic.'
Even I, called a genius in a mage family, couldn't fathom the principle behind it.
"How did you do that? Is it a unique witch spell?"
"…You're surprised by this?"
She tilted her head, genuinely shocked that I was surprised.
Her utterly 'mage-like' expression made me realize.
The gap between races fundamentally different from birth.
'…Long-lived species are all monsters.'
If a young witch sent to pick up a stranger is this skilled, what kind of mage will be the old great witch?
'Goddamn. What if she messes with my head using hypnosis?'
I suddenly felt the need to stay on her good side.
"Haha… Our human magic isn't as advanced as witches'."
"Typical of the lowly human race."
"What?"
"My apologies. I misspoke."
What's that? Already getting a bad vibe?
'No, don't judge her too soon, Karl.'
So what if her personality's a bit shitty? She's got a face that turns me on and tits that look ready to burst.
Beautiful women get a pass for anything. Once you strip them, even a shitty personality feels like a conquest.
"Karl Mars."
"Yes."
"I was tired from the trip, but seeing a beauty like you makes me happy."
"Yes."
Goddamn. Is 'yes' the only word she knows?
I offered a handshake, but she didn't take it.
She just ended the greeting with a curt reply.
'So cold that she doesn't even bother to cover it. She's a total bitch.'
But I decided to be generous and understand.
'Making a cold woman like this moan in bed is always hotter.'
I'm not intimidated by this witch. She may be a bit better at magic than me.
"So, what's your name…?"
"Medea."
"That's a beautiful name."
"Yes."
How do I deal with this 'yes' machine?
Would she say 'yes' even if I grabbed her tits and asked to fuck her?
I'll have to try later.
"So, how do we get to the witches' territory now?"
"I've prepared transportation."
Snap!
Medea snapped her fingers.
A carriage that wasn't there before appeared and the carriage screams luxurious.
"…Why didn't I notice that until now?"
"I placed a perception-blocking barrier on it."
"Perception-blocking barrier?"
"Yes."
I stared at Medea, realizing this approach wasn't working, so I changed my question.
"Why did you cast that spell?"
"Because it'd be a problem if someone saw us."
"In a forest with no one around?"
"Yes."
"…I don't think anyone's spying. Is that necessary?"
"Yes."
"Your security is very thorough."
"...Yes"
'I can't communicate with this witch.'
She's got a stiff vibe at first glance.
Anyway, I looked at the carriage with fascination. Is this why the witches' home is never found?
'If they hide like this, humans can't find them.'
Even if we did, it'd be pointless.
How do you deal with a magical civilization centuries ahead of humanity?
Even the carriage isn't ordinary.
'No horses.'
Instead, there's a special power source under the carriage. It's powered by magic instead of horses.
'This carriage alone could make it into human history books.'
"Get in."
I climbed into the carriage with Medea's guidance. It moved smoothly despite the forest terrain.
'This ride quality is unreal.'
A carriage that doesn't shake in a forest like this?
It's a good thing witches don't reproduce easily.
If there were three times as many, humanity would've been conquered.
'…Not that I should say that, being sold to them.'
Realizing my situation, I let out a sigh.
'If my wife were at least like this mechanical woman, I'd be motivated.'
Not just that. I could fire up the baby-making factory every day.
That body would get me hard just seeing her skirt hug her ass every morning.
'Come to think of it, is this long-lived species old too?'
She looks younger than me by appearance.
"Excuse me, but how old are you among witches, Medea?"
"…I'm among the youngest in the clan. Still a halfwit who can't pull her weight."
"Ah, I see."
I had a sliver of hope.
But it's just that Medea is young.
'Even if she looks young, she's definitely an adult. If she's the youngest, the others' ages are obvious.'
The great witch is the highest among the clan.
A centuries-old hag…
"Haa…"
The approaching reality kept making me sigh.
Especially with a gorgeous woman with a fertile ass right in front of me.
"Uh… I heard the great witch is in her mid-300s."
"..."
"No, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I don't want it."
Of course I don't want it, fuck.
My marriage partner is a 300-year-old hag.
"I just thought I should know a bit about my wife."
"…I see."
Medea nodded slightly.
"It seems the great witch's age was misreported."
Oh, really?
No way a grandma like that would take a man in his 20 as a husband…
"I believe she's exactly 342 this year."
"…Aha."
"Eight years younger than the mid-350s."
"…I see."
'I said mid-300s to avoid sounding like I was complaining about her age.'
But it didn't go down—it went up.
By 40 years from 300.
'If a 50-year-old human fucks a 20-year-old, people ask if it's a slave girl.'
Am I really being sold as a gigolo to a 342-year-old grandma?
Thank god I'm not a virgin.
"…Are you going to keep that face?"
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Medea spoke in a cold voice.
"If the groom's face looks like a rotting corpse from day one, the bride will not be thrilled."
"Was my face like that?"
"If I had to say, more like a shriveled skeleton."
…The skeleton's your perverted great witch, not me, you bitch.
I get what she's saying. But you can't just switch your mood like that.
"Got it. I'll be careful."
"..."
Medea stared at me, then suddenly sighed.
"Haa… No choice, then."
A small, pale hand reached toward me. Toward my crotch.
"…?"
Rub rub.
Medea's soft hand rubbed my cock through my pants.
'Goddamn, that feels good… Wait, what the hell?'
Did I already use the long-lived species seduction magic? No, I was just keeping an eye out for an opportunity.
"Medea?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing right now?"
"I'm rubbing your cock."
…So why the hell?
Surprisingly, she answered without me asking this time.
"A man in a bad mood is soothed by a woman's service. That's common sense in the human world, right?"
Hearing that, I realized. Just as we don't know much about witches, they don't know much about humans.
'Their culture is fundamentally cut off, so it makes sense.'
Plus, the witch clan is female-only. Which means.
'Their sexual knowledge is crap.'
That's why she's doing this to the groom.
'But goddamn, what technique… Ohhh…'
Just moments ago, she was expressionless and cold.
Now, a witch stronger than me has her hand on my cock.
That fact alone was enough to get me excited.
'I thought she was a bitch, but she's got saintly tits and an angelic personality?'
I haven't even seen my bride's face yet.
Am I already unloading with the secretary sent to pick me up?
Even so, that's…
'Fucking awesome?'
She's like an office beauty you'd fuck every overtime in the modern world.
I leaned back comfortably, enjoying her touch.
Before getting fucked by a 342-year-old grandma, this is fine, right?