"The Great Witch's daughter?"
"...To be precise, her adopted daughter."
"Ah."
I felt a slight pang of disappointment.
If it's a mother-daughter duo, I'd prefer they were blood-related.
"I... see."
A fake mother-daughter oyakodon, huh.
My arousal dropped by 69.69%.
The daughter, watching her mother become a female while getting fucked in the hole she came from, blushing with envy and moaning like bitch.
The mother, crying out, 'Don't look at your mother like this...! Ngh! Aaah♥,' unable to resist and falling into depravity as a female. That's the good stuff.
"Please don't misunderstand. It's not like she's a woman with a child; she's just been my guardian."
Hmm, a relationship built on bonds and respect?
That might be pretty good in its own way.
"I see. I have no intention of interfering between you and Lady Circe."
"Yeah, well, I don't really mind. I was a bit harsh. Don't take it too seriously."
Yeah, even if they're not blood-related, they're still precious family, right?
The important thing is emotional dependence and strong bonds.
'So, there's still a chance for a good mother-daughter oyakodon.'
Fucking the mother that the daughter trusts and relies on right in front of her, making them both kneel together and declare themselves females—that's what's hot.
"By the way, if you're her adopted daughter, then your mother…"
"Yes, my mother passed away while giving birth to me."
Witches produce offspring through magic.
That's why the witch clan consists only of women.
'But the act of creating life comes with risks.'
It's different from the theoretically impossible human transmutation.
It's more like childbirth through magic.
And it exposes them to risks as great as childbirth itself.
"The Great Witch and my mother were each other's only true friends. The Great Witch took me in after I caused my mother's death, but the shock left her unable to use that magic."
"So that's why they called me. For a normal pregnancy and childbirth, not magic."
Medea nodded.
A clan cut off from the outside world, calling in a man just for pregnancy.
That's a pretty damn hot and intriguing situation.
"But is it really necessary to go that far to leave an heir? You don't even need labor."
"A mage like the Great Witch is rare. Her bloodline holds immense value."
"To preserve that magical talent, huh."
That's probably why I was chosen.
I was considered a magical genius among humans, after all.
'Of course, that bastard patriarch's decision to send me away played a big part too.'
Other mages probably refused. Like me, they must've thought they'd have to marry and fuck an old hag over 300-yeard old.
…Thinking about it again pisses me off.
I swear I'll get my revenge once I get out of here.
"It might be laughable for someone like me, who caused her mother's death, to call herself the Great Witch's daughter. But I truly wish for her happiness. So…"
"It's fine."
I cut off Medea's words.
"Even if I was half-sold here, I'm still her husband. I intend to do my part for my wife. So don't worry about that."
"...I see. It seems I was indeed meddling too much."
Medea bowed her head.
I think I've raised her affection quite a bit already.
Should I take it a step further?
"And I have something to say to you, Medea."
"Yes?"
"Your mother's death isn't your fault. She left behind a daughter who cares so much about her friends, so she must've thought that your was worth it."
"Ah…"
Medea's mouth opened slightly. She looked genuinely shocked by my words.
I didn't miss the chance and leaned in closer.
"Mmph…"
I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and kissed her lips. Her body stiffened, probably startled by the sudden move.
I slipped my tongue into her defenseless lips.
"Mmm…! Hnng…! Ngh…!"
The more our tongues intertwined, the more her body flinched, and her face flushed.
'As expected, she's never kissed before.'
Medea tried to push me away with her hands.
But there's no way a woman's strength could manage that. She could've used magic to push me off.
But Medea didn't go that far.
"Haa…"
The kiss ended, shorter than I would've liked. Kisses like this need to be long to really feel the heat of it.
Unfortunately, any longer, and Medea might've genuinely resisted.
Even this was probably only allowed because I caught her off guard.
"E-Excuse me."
Still flustered, Medea hurriedly left.
Her ears were red as she opened the door to leave.
Her reaction was so fresh, like a pure virgin with no male experience.
'Cute.'
Is this really the same woman who emotionlessly touched my cock and give me a blowjob on our first meeting?
I thought she was just a cold, rigid woman whose heart is frozen in some glacier like a certain soldier was.
But surprisingly, there was a gap in her heart.
'…Of course, a woman like her would never cross her own boundaries.'
Not to mention, I'm her adoptive mother Circe's husband. She might be fine with casual sexual acts, but getting her to allow full-on sex will take quite some time.
'That's what makes conquering her fun.'
I've got a rough idea of how to make her climb on top of me and shake her hips.
She's quiet and cold, but she gets emotional when it comes to the Great Witch.
Knowing her weakness makes it easy to figure out the direction to take.
"…For now, I need to deal with the Great Witch first."
She's the main target, after all.
Both in terms of magical skill and influence.
Compared to an ordinary witch like Medea, Circe is far superior.
'When I was sent here, it felt like hell. But life here might actually be pretty fun.'
I walked over to the window.
My room was at the top, offering a great view of the village.
Each house had a workshop, and witches were going about their lives everywhere.
'Am I really the only man in this vast village?'
The witch clan doesn't follow a monarchy.
They're too few in number and too individualistic for that.
The most exceptional Great Witch simply takes the role of leader.
'And I'm the husband of that Great Witch.'
At first, I was just thinking about how to escape this shitty situation.
But now, it doesn't seem all that bad.
For one, the Great Witch, who I thought was a grandma, is a stunning beauty.
That alone makes married life far more satisfying.
'With those tits and hips, being sold off isn't even an issue. I could fuck her and still send a thank-you note.'
That solves the first problem.
Next is the issue of my family and that bastard.
'No matter the outcome, I need to take revenge.'
It turned out well for me due to a lack of information.
But the fact that that bastard sold me off to a old hag in the middle of nowhere doesn't change.
'In the end, he screwed me over to become the patriarch.'
Return kindness twice over.
Repay grudges tenfold.
For a massive betrayal like this, even a hundredfold wouldn't be enough.
'But I don't have the power for that right now.'
For now, I'm tied to the witch clan through marriage.
This closed-off place isn't likely to let me leave just because I want to.
If I do get out, it'll be after earning significant trust here.
Meanwhile, that bastard patriarch will be steadily consolidating his own power.
He's not a complete idiot, even if he's dumb.
With me, his obstacle, gone, he'll use his retainers to solidify his position as patriarch.
Even if I somehow made it back now, nothing would change.
'That's why I need to build my strength.'
No matter how you look at it, our family is meritocratic.
With the Great Witch backing me, I'll surpass the current patriarch with magic, take back my place, and get my revenge.
In the end, what matters is achieving great growth as a mage.
And fortunately, there's a way to do that.
'I'm the Great Witch's husband and a mage.'
The witches' magic is far more advanced than human magic.
Learning even a fraction of it would let me dominate human mages.
To achieve my revenge, I need to get close to the witches.
Both to earn their trust to leave this place and to learn their magic to grow as a mage.
"First, I need to tame the Great Witch and make her mine."
And there's a way to do that.
I have the magic my ancestor left behind: 'The magic for fucking GILF aka. long-lived species.'
I'll use this magic to slowly train the Great Witch.
Using pleasure and sex as bait, I'll make it so she can't refuse my requests.
Until she's completely enthralled, obeying my every word as a female.
'In that sense, tonight's first night is really important.'
I need to give the Great Witch an unforgettable, ecstatic pleasure.
So she can't escape my cock, regardless of pregnancy.
Knock, knock.
Just then, I heard a knock at the door.
"Excuse me."
When I told her to come in, Medea entered.
She acted naturally, as if she'd already forgotten what happened earlier.
This woman definitely won't be easy to fuck.
"I have a message from the Great Witch."
"A message?"
"Yes, she asks you to come to her bedroom tonight."
The time to taste the pussy of my 342-year-old virgin bride was approaching.