Prequel (Part 2)

A dark, cozy room. On a warm wool bed.

A soft wet sound rang out, and Yoal awoke.

His whole body had no strength. Every extremity ached, numb and enveloped in fatigue. Even opening his eyelids was troublesome.

But his waist area felt strangely heavy.

Wet, sticky sounds echoed incessantly. Each time pleasure ran through his waist area, Yoal's exhaled breath wavered slightly.

"… Oh, you're awake?"

At that moment, a voice like rolling bells struck his ears.

"… You are"

"Stay still for a bit. I was just healing you."

Something slick and sticky crawled over his skin.

Surely she wasn't healing him by applying saliva. Yoal was suspicious.

"… What happened to me?"

"At least you're alive."

"… You're the one who saved me?"

"Indeed. I heard your voice. If you had been some ordinary talent, I'd have left you for dead."

Contrary to the cute voice, the owner seemed quite the accomplished scoundrel.

"Who's a scoundrel? I should be thanked."

Thank you.

"Put it into words properly. You lazy bastard."

"Then don't read my mind… Thank you."

"Yes, yes."

The voice's owner showed satisfied delight. The sticky water sounds intensified, and the pleasure increased sharply.

Yoal involuntarily opened his eyes wide—instantly, he was speechless at the surreal sight.

—A black-haired girl who looked like a young child was slowly licking Yoal's glans.

Her narrow red eyes were challengingly sharp and cool. Her black hair was tied in one bunch behind, uneven bangs pinned back.

Her small body was covered in a black thin garment like feather robes, her light brown skin showing through. Two crossed spears were bound behind her waist.

"… Kuku. Surprised?"

Her snake-like long tongue tip coiled around his shaft.

Her freely moving tongue coated his shaft in saliva as it stroked, rapidly heightening the man's arousal.

Obscene, slurping water sounds echoed loudly. Saliva and precum scattered together, the girl slurped up the lewd mixture.

"W, what, are you… ku, o…!!"

"Your talent is quite impressive too, but you have such a fine tool… an unexpected find. Dying without ever using this would be such a loss for the women of the world…💕"

With tongue technique as if squeezing out his seed, Yoal barely held back at the last moment.

A bead-like drop appeared on the tip of his glans, faint white seeping within.

She pressed her lips to the tip and sucked, then pulled her mouth and tongue away with a wet pop.

"I told you, it's treatment. A method to supply my mana to you by joining flesh… You sank in the Underworld sea, did you not? And you even used magic while in there—your mana circuits are already in tatters."

"… W, wait a minute."

Yoal looked up at the girl breathlessly.

She tilted her head slightly and plopped her ass onto the man's stomach.

Ass flesh packed firmly despite her small stature. A solid heft and springiness. Combined with how it softly changed shape, it was an ass with appeal beyond mere youthfulness.

"Gue"

"Go ahead and say it."

Her light brown fingertip gently stroked Yoal's chin.

"… Isn't there another way, yeah, there must be."

"Oh? And why? When you're this erect."

That left him speechless.

Indeed, Yoal's cock was fiercely erect. Veins prominently bulging, worthy of being called an angry erection, his crown and glans swollen taut. The pale pink flesh was still fresh, but would show considerable presence once used more.

"… I have someone I love."

"I know."

"And I'm a virgin… You know what I'm trying to say, right?"

At that moment, the girl suddenly widened her eyes in surprise.

Kuku. She leaked a small laugh, curling up the corners of her mouth.

She narrowed her eyes slowly, looking down at Yoal, and laughed.

"You're a bit out of touch."

"… What do you mean?"

"You think this is the first time?"

—At those words, Yoal lost his voice.

Kuku. She laughed while smoothly removing her tights. She licked her lips, supported the base of his cock, and pressed her tightly closed secret cleft against his glans.

A practiced motion that seemed like the umpteenth time.

She straddled Yoal with her legs spread wide, slowly lowering her slender waist.

His erect shaft tip bit into her mound. Pushed aside by the glans' hardness, the girl's soft honey pot easily swallowed the meat rod.

Well-trained vaginal lining tightly wrapped around his erection. It undulated lewdly, comfortably massaging the shaft meat. Her cervix sucked wetly at his glans tip, refusing to let the man escape.

"Kuhaaa～… 💕 Ah, this is it, this taste… this hardness, this thickness… 💕"

"W-wait, you, hold on—"

"No, I shan't wait 💕 I was the one who took your virginity, I am the witch Sherah—remember that well 💕"

The dainty girl—witch Sherah looked down at Yoal with evident delight and skillfully began moving her hips.

Both hands on Yoal's chest. She circled her hips, lightly raised and dropped her waist. She shook her ass back and forth, rubbing the cock against her own pleasure spots.

Just her slight movements made the vaginal passage undulate complexly, lewd lining clinging stickily to his rigid shaft. Flesh folds' peristalsis stroked his glans ridge, mercilessly fanning Yoal's ejaculation desire.

"Come on, come on! Use your hips a bit 💕 So young yet so pathetic 💕 If you stay that spineless, I'll squeeze out all your seed, you know?"

"Gu… a, gu… damn it…!"

Yoal grabbed her slender arms and thrust his hips up forcefully.

Struck in the cervix, Sherah let out a silly "fugii 💕" and arched her upper body backward.

He continued thrusting up several times. Each time they connected, her soft cervix clung to him with squishy suction, her vaginal depths squeezing his glans tip.

"Ho… hooo… n-not bad… for someone just recovering, you're doing it… 💕"

Sherah beaded sweat on her forehead, ran her tongue broadly across her lips, and looked down at Yoal.

Instantly, the soft meat hole's lining clung tightly to his cock like sucking it in.

At the sensation of the supreme flesh pot her pussy had become, Yoal's hips trembled. His shaft pulsed rhythmically. Pleasure welled up, gathering at his glans tip, waiting for the moment of eruption.

At that moment, Yoal poured all his mental energy into thinking.

To understand the situation, to organize information—to delay ejaculation even temporarily.

"… Just recovering, this isn't the first time… how many days was I asleep!?"

"Well, roughly a month—I even fed you during that time, be grateful… 💕"

"Wha…"

He'd been bedridden for a month. Yoal was stunned.

No wonder his fingers moved properly now. The pain from his broken ribs wasn't unbearable either.

Additionally, there was one more concern.

"… You said witch Sherah?"

"Indeed, that is correct."

"… You're the Witch Queen Sherah, without a doubt?"

Hearing that name, Sherah suddenly stopped her hips.

Even stopped, her vaginal folds undulated softly, clinging. Yoal involuntarily grimaced at the pleasure welling up from his waist.

Witch Sherah.

The former queen of the "Witchlands" who had crossed the Demon King and been driven from the world, leaving the throne vacant for a long time.

An existence said to be almost fairy tale or story, a product of fantasy and embellishment—the legendary Witch Queen Sherah.

Was this small woman straddling his waist that legendary Witch Queen?

"Don't call me small."

"… Ku, a, damn, it's coming out, gu…!"

Suddenly her vaginal hole squeezed tightly, Yoal desperately bit his lip.

Accumulated semen swirled in his waist depths. It rushed to the exit seeking release. No matter how faithful he tried to be to his chastity, he couldn't resist the sweet embrace of her flesh.

"Come on, just spurt spurt 💕 and let your semen out nice and easy… 💕 My eggs are long gone, doesn't matter how much you use me as a semen dump… 💕 Planting seed in a woman's hole is a male's true calling, so relax… just let it all gush out… 💕 If you hold back halfway you'll only get mediocre pleasure, you know…? 💕 Press all the way in and properly savor the 'Witch Queen's' hole… 💕"

"… Ku, u, it's coming, coming… gu…!!"

He was already at his limit. Succumbing to the seductive whispers, he thrust up against her soft cervix with a squelch.

Sherah curled up the corners of her mouth with a grin, flicking her tongue across her wet lips. She shook her hips in small motions, persistently inducing ejaculation.

But Yoal wasn't about to take it lying down.

He instinctively reached out and firmly gripped Sherah's narrow waist. He thrust up deeply into her childbearing hips, pressing his glans tightly against her cervix. He circled his hips, pushing in as if to embed it.

“… A, fua…?”

For an instant, Sherah opened her eyes wide with a dazed voice. Her vivid vermilion eyes moistened, gradually soaking in the color of pleasure.

At that moment, Yoal concentrated all his magical power in his lower abdomen. He poured every last bit of it in, along with the gushing semen.

"Here, I'm cumming…!!"

“… Hi… 💕”

He released it.

His glans swelled greatly, and the accumulated semen flowed out like a dam breaking.

Byugun, byugu, byururururu!!

Byurururu, byupu, bubiyupu!!

“Nhi—ao 💕 I-I'm, cumming, hi, n'oo 💕💕”

“Gu… it's coming out…!”

Each time his thick cock pulsed, thick semen spurted out.

It was like spitting out his soul. His brain burned with tremendous pleasure, and Yoal bit his lip.

The more the tip pierced her vaginal depths, the more her cervix sucked hungrily. It sucked up the dense semen without leaving any, trying to squeeze it from the man.

“… Ku, a…”

“A… o, ofu… 💕 So… thick… 💕 U… this is nothing like before… 💕 … S-sweet… 💕 What a delicacy, no… 💕”

Sherah drooled as she arched back. Her chin trembled slightly, and she cried out in a dazed voice.

Her graceful shoulders, narrow waist, firmly fleshed soft thighs. Various parts of her dainty body trembled in ecstasy, convulsing slightly.

The melted flesh folds undulated intensely, clinging slickly to Yoal's rigid shaft. They stroked the shaft as if aiding his ejaculation, squeezing out every last drop.

“… Haa…”

Yoal's hips trembled. He poured the last drop of semen into Sherah's womb and eventually went limp.

They both breathed roughly. Their gazes intertwined for a moment, and Yoal averted his eyes in awkwardness.

A sense of guilt suddenly surged. It was strange to feel remorse now, but there was no hiding that he'd gone through with the vaginal ejaculation as if devouring the pleasure.

There were many other things to think about, but his head wasn't working at all now.

“Sherah… Sherah-san?”

“… Haa… aaa… 💕 … Um, what is it…?”

He hesitated to address her without an honorific.

Sherah slowly shook her hips, letting out a wet breath in rapture—the seductive manner of thoroughly enjoying the afterglow of copulation.

“Just get off for now.”

“… What a hopeless guy. Prude.”

She languidly raised her hips. She massaged his cock with her vaginal walls while pulling it out, making a lewd, wet pop.

She got off Yoal and settled between his legs. She took his scrotum between her lips with a little nibble, then licked up along his cock in one slow stroke.

“… Hey, what are you doing…”

"Bear with it, I'm cleaning you up. And call me Master. Got it?"

“… … … … Eh?”

Yoal widened his eyes and looked at Sherah.

She happily stuffed her cheeks with the juice-covered cock, sucking on it with passionate tongue work.

Sherah looked up with the shaft tip snugly held in her small lips. Her passion-filled eyes stared intently at Yoal.

“—Wahahi horo no mahyo ga onhi ni shirou shire yaro fu to i fu no hya ho?”

Please take your mouth off the cock before speaking, Yoal sincerely thought.

 

 

His first impression of Sherah was utterly disastrous.

On the other hand, Yoal strangely didn't doubt that the other party was the "legendary Witch Queen Sherah."

The feat of rescuing Yoal from the Underworld sea—there couldn't be many sorcerers capable of such a thing.

“So, Sherah—”

“I told you to call me Master.”

“Yes.”

Yoal reluctantly sat on the bed and ate the served porridge like pouring it in.

Sherah stared at him. She gazed intently at his bobbing Adam's apple and swallowed a small gulp.

“… What?”

“Men really are nice…”

“Master, there are a few things I want to ask.”

“You blatantly ignored me… You've got guts…”

Sherah cleared her throat slightly, then said, “Ask anything” while puffing out her thin chest.

A tight black one-piece dress of thin fabric and black tights. The disarray in her clothing was gone, but her light brown skin showing through the fabric remained the same.

“Why are you here, Master, or rather, where is this? I was revived… right?”

“No. You're still half dead.”

“… Eh”

Yoal froze with the spoon still in his mouth.

Sherah drew one spear from behind her waist and thrust the flat butt end into the floor.

A vermilion spear from end to end. The same color as the magic spear that had saved Yoal, and similar to the color of Sherah's eyes.

"You remember I picked you up with this spear?"

"… This?"

"Yes. There's no way I'd carry around something that huge."

"Indeed, well…"

It had a somewhat unusual appearance, but it looked like an ordinary spear.

It was hard to believe that this had saved him from the bottom of the Underworld.

“As for where this is—it's a bit complicated. At least it's not the Underworld. I can say that your fate of death has been avoided.”

“… I'm grateful. I owe you.”

“You would have died without your tenacity. Beyond that point, even I couldn't have done anything. You did well to survive.”

Sherah gently patted Yoal's head as he bowed again.

Her eyes narrowed in a cherishing gesture, like a mother soothing her child.

“So… not the Underworld.”

“Yes. But not the living world either.”

“Not the Underworld, not the living world, where?”

"Good, you catch on quick. If I had to put it into words, it's the living world closest to the Underworld, the Underworld closest to the living world. The borderland separating different heavens and earths. I call this place the 'Underworld Border'."

“… Underworld Border.”

“I named it arbitrarily.”

“Arbitrarily.”

“Yes.”

Sherah nodded and walked to the window.

Her small hand brushed aside the closed curtain, showing Yoal the outside scenery.

“… Geh”

“Kuku. Quite spectacular, isn't it?”

Yoal groaned; Sherah laughed with a rustling murmur.

Outside the window—beyond the trees positioned like a barrier around the hut.

Grotesque monsters unlike anything he'd ever seen were strutting across the plain as if they owned it.

"… Not demons…?"

"If you define demons as the aberrant beings that passed through the gate to the living world, then those creatures are the ones that couldn't pass through. As you can see, they're a bit too big."

Sherah spoke without a trace of wariness or fear. For her, those creatures were nothing to be afraid of.

"It's a bit dangerous, but once you get used to living here, it's not bad. They won't bother you, so long as you make them understand they shouldn't."

“… Only you could do that.”

"Well, yes. That's also exactly why I'm here."

Sherah swished the curtain closed and plopped down onto the bed.

Yoal poured in the porridge and suddenly remembered.

"The story was that you were chased by the Demon King, right?"

"Not far off. He was annoyingly nitpicky about everything, do this, do that. So I decided to retire. But just a year ago, I overheard something."

“From where…”

“My ears and eyes span the three realms. No secrets get past me.”

This is the one person I never want to make an enemy of. Yoal nodded solemnly and urged her to continue.

A year ago. That matched the time he'd heard about from the ferryman.

"The long-vacant 'Witchlands' got a new head. Her name is Almaeira. Once called the 'Saintess', nicknamed the 'Witch', a woman who died."

“…!”

Yoal involuntarily held his breath.

It was enough information to turn suspicion into conviction.

The suspicion—or perhaps the hope—that Almaeira had been resurrected.

“It's a terrible story, but well, a common one.”

“Sherah.”

"… Don't glare at me like that. Right, you also died alongside her."

Sherah didn't say to call her Master.

"That much is fine. But it seems the Demon King himself resurrected her. I don't know what whim drove him, but it's probably just harassment toward humans."

“Harassment?”

“No matter how noble the reason, it all boils down to that. The 'Saintess' selfishly killed by humans revives as a 'Witch'—as the Demon King's consort, baring her fangs at the kingdom. Quite the tailor-made plot, wouldn't you say?”

“… Makes me sick.”

Yoal shrugged and suddenly realized something.

Just thinking about Almaeira becoming the Demon King's consort was irritating. But he felt completely indifferent to what happened to humans now.

Whether the kingdom collapsed or humans perished, compared to Almaeira's fate alone, it all held not even the meaning or value of dust.

"So that got me thinking."

"About what?"

"The man who caused me so much trouble is still arrogantly acting like he's the strongest and it's supremely infuriating. So I'll harass him right back with all my might."

"You're really the worst…"

Sherah curled her mouth into a grin, wearing an extremely wicked smile.

“What do you think I am? Some meddlesome woman who resurrects people for free?”

“… A witch, right?”

“You understand well.”

Kuku. Sherah laughed in her throat and climbed onto Yoal's stomach.

The movement was so natural that his reaction was delayed. By the time he noticed, Yoal was looking up at her, suddenly stiffening.

Sherah brought her face close to Yoal and smiled. Her fingertip traced along the man's jaw, gently bringing her lips to his ear.

“Hey, Yoal Yaotl—don't you want to save the Saintess?"

“…!”

A single phrase that struck at his core.

Words that pierced the weakest part of his heart. Yoal choked.

"Kuku, does that displease you? Then let me rephrase. As a man, don't you want to save the woman you love? If you trace it back, wasn't the Demon King the reason you both died? That creature is shamelessly reaching for the one you hold dear. Doesn't that displease you, hmm?"

“… Gu”

No words to retort.

—This woman is truly a "witch." Yoal was convinced.

Discerning what the other desires, offering to grant it as they wish. Sweet words. Temptation. The standard method witches and demons use to corrupt humans.

“… What”

“Hm?”

“… Your wish, what is it”

But the more attractive the temptation, the more Yoal's wariness swelled.

As she herself said, there's no witch who grants wishes for free.

Sherah chuckled in her throat and placed her fingertip on Yoal's lips.

"I already received it."

"… Huh?"

"The chastity, the virginity you cherished for your beloved, I've certainly received it… Sorry your first time wasn't with that woman."

Kuku, Sherah smiled mischievously, her light brown cheeks faintly blushing.

Yoal also inadvertently blushed. Having his childish attachment exposed wasn't exactly pleasant.

"In exchange for that: power, technique, the art of war. I'll drill in everything you'll eventually need. If I say so myself, there's not a single person in all of past or future who can match me in magic."

“… Sounds too good to be true, but really no other conditions?”

"None. If anything, well… call me Master properly. And stir up the living world in an entertaining way. That would be splendid."

Good or bad, it's someone else's affair.

Sherah grinned lecherously, never taking her eyes off Yoal's expression.

Yoal narrowed his eyes and said.

"Understood… This is the kind of offer I'd beg for on my own. I'll study under you."

“Good.”

Sherah nodded with satisfaction and hopped off the bed.

She hummed cheerfully and spun around to face Yoal.

"We'll do this thoroughly, you hear? You won't be done until you can torment and kill the Demon King at least five times over by yourself."

“How far are you planning…?”

"What are you saying? To take that girl back, you'll be making enemies of demons and humans alike. You need to be capable of conquering the world. Estimate at least 100 years. Here, you're something like a half-spirit, so there's no worry about dying of old age."

"… I'm worried she might forget me."

"That's up to your own efforts."

Sherah said casually and performed a demonstration with her magic spear.

Thrust, pierce, spin, sweep. Gorgeous movements contrary to her dainty appearance. Yoal found himself captivated.

Then, she suddenly glanced at Yoal.

“Ah, I forgot to say.”

“… Not about compensation, right?”

"There's no chastity left to protect anyway, is there? Bedchamber arts. I'll thoroughly teach you the techniques of pleasing a woman, so prepare yourself."

Sherah's long tongue traced across her lips, making her plump red lips glossy.

A slithering tongue lick, like a snake zeroing in on prey.

… I got screwed, Yoal hugged his knees silently.

“Well, I'm the one getting screwed here.”

“Shut up.”