Chapter 93 – Last Episode
The first witch was bored with everything. The word ‘heart disease’ was just a joke among witches, but it was also a word that reflected an eerily scary reality.
100 years old. If you live to be 200, there will be nothing else to do. Entertainment created by humans. An achievement that humans can achieve. Joy. Pain. Pleasure. Happiness. Despair. Failure. And the achievement of overcoming it again.
If you live for about 200 years, you will experience everything at least once. From then on, heart disease starts to come. So the witches start trying everything. To escape this boredom and mediocrity.
A witch who is crazy about magic. A witch who is crazy addicted to sex and commits all kinds of absurd and twisted acts. Business or gardening. A witch who frantically develops all kinds of hobbies, such as drawing, etc.
Witches did anything to overcome boredom.
But even that gets boring after 200 or 300 years. From the perspective of the public, this is a period long enough for most countries to come into existence and then disappear. If you live for that period, you will gradually lose interest in life and become bored. A frightening laziness and a boredom bordering on fear weigh on the witches.
And there were usually two endings.
Suicide.
It was the escape most often chosen by older witches. It’s about ending a life where you have nothing to do or enjoy. The number one cause of death among witches was suicide.
And the second was the extinction of the ego. The ego could not endure any more boredom and boredom and disappeared. A person enters a vegetative state or completely loses their sense of self, leaving only a body without a shell.
And the first witch. Ariel was on the latter side. In fact, it was a natural result and not surprising. Ariel establishes an empire, establishes the laws of the witches, maintains a stable rule, and promotes coexistence between witches and humans. She does various things. Even though she is bored to death, she worries about other witches and the future of the empire she has built. How have you survived in one way or another?
It was because several thousand years had passed.
Her empire has now entered a period of complete stability and there is nothing more for her to do, so it has been nearly 1000 years. Ariel finally reached her breaking point. Even her life that she is forced to survive.
The looks of respect and admiration that the witches around him give him.
I’m sick of everything now.
So she decided to develop her ultimate magic. She wanted to cure the heart disease that had taken the lives of countless other witches. For the witches who have no reason to continue living, and for herself.
She decided to give herself a reason to live.
So the magic she created was obsession magic.
A magic that will provide an extremely powerful driving force created to semi-forcefully give witches a reason to live. After developing her ultimate magic, she connected it with the most powerful desire a human being can have: the desire to procreate.
Using obsession with sex to continue one’s life.
It was great, great magic. Although the magic was great, there was one serious problem.
The problem was that there was no man who could handle it.
“Well, am I a witch? “I can’t.”
“How dare I, witch…”
No man wanted to be the object of a witch’s obsession. He didn’t want to, had no intention of doing so, and even if he had, he couldn’t deal with the witches boldly.
I didn’t have the guts to deal with the witches’ horrifying obsession. Ariel, the first witch to use herself as her first test subject, failed miserably after she taught her obsession magic to a good-natured, sincere man who was in the imperial court.
“Woe, Your Majesty! Don’t do that! “I can’t!!”
The man could not bear her obsession and affection and ran away. It was the same with all other men. There was no man who dared look down on him, the emperor, or even look at him as an equal.
In the end, the fact that the witches were too good was the cause of all the problems. The spell had been cast, and Ariel, who had no one to cling to and was just groaning inside, eventually gave up her mind.
And unfortunately, she was not even allowed to die quietly as her ego disappeared. Numerous witches rushed forward, not wishing for Ariel, their origin and the creator of the empire, to die.
Due to the collaboration of the witches’ outstanding magical skills and collective intelligence, Ariel ended up becoming autistic, trapped inside her body.
And she lived in that space of autism for a long time without losing control of her mind.
Life was empty.
A life where you want to die but can’t.
Her self, who had been floating in the void quietly waiting for her body to rot, suddenly returned to her body one day.
And in her returned self and her slowly reviving senses and spirit, she was able to discover a man who was raping her.
“I’ll fuck you!! This fucking lewd real doll!! This pussy bitch is useless for anything other than getting fucked by Van Crown!! Cry some more!!”
Witch. Emperor. A man who has abandoned all dignity and etiquette and is raping himself like an animal, looking at himself as if he were just an object.
Surprisingly, the figure was that of the ideal man Ariel had imagined when she first developed her obsession spell. That was it.
The man who is fucking his anus and pussy with a huge dick.
I don’t know where it came from, but Emperor Ariel smiled both happily and painfully as she looked at that cruel, horribly perfect sex machine. His gigantic cock penetrates the pussy.
The vagina expands at once, pierces the uterine opening, pushes up the uterus itself as if it is bursting, and feels the violent pleasure and pain of insertion so extreme that the lower abdomen is transformed into the shape of a dick.
“Ugh!!!”
Ariel, who had completely regained her senses, let out such obscene screams.
The first witch seemed to have returned to her senses. At some point, she stretched out her legs and wrapped them around my waist. She then grabbed my neck with both of her arms and pulled me towards her with all her strength.
“A little more… A little rougher!! Ah!! Good!!!”
“I’ll do whatever you want!!!!”
My dick was no longer the size of a human. I rammed my huge cock inside her, almost as big as her horse’s. After pushing it as deep as I could into the womb, I cried out.
A lot of semen seeps into the uterus.
The first witch lets out an animal-like scream. Good to hear. A bloody and violent insertion solely for my sake, with no regard for her pleasure.
I changed my position to junior stomach. And I pounded her pussy like crazy. At the same time, I inserted my right hand into the anus of the first witch.
“Ugh… Kyaaaaa!!”
“Shut up!! “You real doll bitch!!”
I screamed loudly. Ah. Okay. Now I have no choice but to admit it.
I like messing with witches.
I love it when they scream with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I was happy and happy to violate their bodies again and again as I wanted.
At first, it was just a game and something I had to do to see the ending, but now I felt like my personality had really changed.
I grabbed her penis with my hand inside her anus and viciously wrapped it around her vagina.
“Ugh… Kyaaa!! Ha, the anus… It’s ruined!!”
“It’s ruined!! You fucking bitch! You better do this! That’s right!!”
As I applied pressure to my rectum and pussy, it felt as if my dick was wrapped in an ona hole. I kept my hands as strong as I could and kept fucking her like crazy without even considering the situation of the first witch.
Semen is spit out.
Her uterus cannot accept any more semen and swells.
I took my dick out of the womb.
And he fucked me in the anus. I lifted her thighs and moved her terribly rough body so that it fell on my cock. Her stomach sticks out and goes back in again and again.
She couldn’t stand my overly rough sex and started vomiting. The semen that had just been poured into her mouth went all the way to her stomach, and the only thing she was spitting out was semen.
“Uuuuuck!”
“Kyahaha!! It’s good!! You fucking bitch! Good!!!!”
Even if it is inside the anus, it releases semen as much as it wants. Cheap and cheap again. Until her intestines swelled with semen. And when she was sufficiently swollen, I pulled out of her.
“Wow… No more, no more…”
“What more!!”
My fist sinks into her stomach. At the same time, her semen flows back out of her vagina and anus, like urine bursting out. She didn’t feel any pain from the punch.
“Wow!!”
Ahegao. The eyes roll upward and the tongue sticks out. In that state, she poured out her semen from three holes at the same time: her mouth, her pussy, and her anus. After pouring out like that for a while, she stumbles and falls down.
I was standing. And then I took my dick to her face.
“It’s an order. Fuck you bitch. Open your eyes.”
The first witch to squirm lifts her own eyelids with her trembling hands, exposing her eyeballs.
I aimed my dick at those eyeballs and her face.
Soon, a stream of yellow urine started pouring out.
“Ah… Ugh… Keu!!”
She held on as a stream of her urine poured into her eyeballs. It may have been a painful, shameful, dirty, and disgusting act, but surprisingly, she followed my orders without any resistance.
After catching all the streams of my urine on her face for a long time, she trembled, spurting out her love juices between her legs, and then fell limp.
“Hehe… Hehe!”
The woman squirming was very sexy.
It was a very nice sight.
Continue in the future. Every day.
It was something I wanted to see.
[The first witch. We succeeded in targeting Ariel!]
[Her obsession is already 100%!]
[She has chosen her new master! She is subordinate to you!]
[The ending junction has been reached! Please choose carefully!]
“Who are you?”
“The person who will be your master. “It’s called half a crown.”
I grinned, the first witch. I answered Ariel.
Ariel stood up awkwardly. Perhaps because she had not yet regained her sense of self, she was moving her body very clumsily.
“Ah… Attachment magic. Finally, someone who can handle this perfectly has appeared. I didn’t expect it at all…”
Ariel looked at me, but then her expression changed to one full of anticipation and excitement. She carefully holds my hand.
“I have a favor to ask. You… You are the only one that cannot be replaced. I could give you everything in the empire I’ve built. Please continue to be the reason for the lives of countless witches. Theirs. “Can you become the master of countless witches?”
[Would you like to accept the first witch’s request?]
[If you refuse, there is a route back to the original world.]
[If you accept, the route to become the Lord of Eternal Night will open.]
My answer was decided.
Go back to Korea?
No.
There, I am just a useless game player and a jerk addict.
His face is ugly, and his abilities are not outstanding.
But here?
Here I am the king.
Lord of Eternal Night.
Isn’t it decided which is better?
“It’s a question you don’t need to worry about. I’ll stay for you. For you and all other witches forever.”
I answered firmly.
I like it here.
100 times better.
And with my answer.
[The ending branch has been decided!]
[You will no longer be able to return to Korea!]
[I will remain in this world forever! You are now recognized as a character in this game!]
[The player-only status window and information window will disappear forever!]
[Lord of the witches’ eternal night.]
[Have fun.]
The final information window appears before my eyes and disappears.
And that was the end.
From that day on, I was never able to see the information window or status window again.
Now, SM 〈 having fun with the witch!! 〉 is no longer a game for me.
