Chapter 7

‘This is a dream. It’s not real.’

Aaron denied it.

But he couldn’t deny the growing heat in the witch’s hand. Aaron blinked rapidly.

“Wow…”

The witch gasped softly. The swollen tip of his shaft was already slick with clear fluid.

Under the bright daylight, it didn’t seem grotesque. The witch swallowed. Her grip tightened.

“Mmm.”

Aaron groaned at the pressure of her small, warm hand. The sensation of her hand rubbing him was sharp and pleasant, but there was something he wanted more—hot, soft flesh.

No, he couldn’t give in to her temptations. Aaron shifted his thoughts. Not knowing the witch’s true identity, he had to find out why she was doing this to him.

“What grudge do you have against me…?”

“A grudge. Plenty. You know, they say when a woman holds a grudge, even in midsummer frost will fall. I’m going to frost your seed, Your Grace, so it’s similar, isn’t it?”

“Crazy…”

Her twisted wordplay was neither funny nor touching.

Come to think of it, this witch had claimed to have a grudge against him before.

Maybe her true identity was someone close to Aaron. But… who could it be? Objectively, Aaron knew there was no shortage of women who might hold a grudge against him.

With so many candidates, his confidence in unmasking the witch faded.

“Seems you have the leisure for other thoughts.”

“D*mn…! No!”

The witch began to move her hand. The shaft grew even harder. Aaron’s broad back tensed and his breath came in short gasps. Neria rubbed the slick tip with her thumb.

“Are you curious who I am? I’m curious, too.”

“Ahh, mm, kgh!”

His ragged moans must have reached everyone’s ears. Even if it was all fake, Aaron’s shame was real.

In the silent hall, only Aaron’s panting and the rhythmic sounds of friction were clear.

“D*mn, d*mn, d*mn!”

In the end, Aaron spilled himself into the witch’s hand.

Neria looked at the mess on her hand with satisfaction. Then, instead of the announcer, she shouted in a bright, lively voice,

“Yes, that was Duke Aaron Denicar’s congratulatory moan speech! Ahaha!”

“……”

Leaning against the podium, catching his breath, Aaron glared at her with unfocused eyes as she hovered around him.

“You… d*mn thing…”

“D*mn? Do I look like a cute puppy to you?”

“Go away…”

“Oh my, such a wicked mouth.”

The witch pulled a handkerchief from her half-unbuttoned jacket and wiped her soiled hand. Her smiling face looked wicked.

“Would you kneel for me, Your Grace?”

An unspoken force pressed Aaron down. His knees couldn’t resist gravity and thudded to the floor.

With a flick of her finger, the witch made the announcer—who had been standing in the corner like he didn’t exist—bring over a chair, his face dazed as if hypnotized. The witch responded with a brief “thank you,” sat down, and removed her shoes.

Her feet, wrapped in thin black stockings that showed her skin, appeared.

Those feet headed for the shaft stained with s*men. The witch pressed her foot down firmly on his shaft.

“Ugh!”

Aaron couldn’t hold back the sound that escaped.

There were two types of cadet uniform bottoms: either skirts or pants. The witch’s outfit was a skirt, but the length was so short it broke regulations.

Aaron almost doubted his eyes at what he’d just seen. She seemed not to be wearing any underwear. Shameless, rude, and outrageously lewd—the witch to the core.

The soft feeling of the stockings wrapped around his shaft. She pressed with her toes, tapping it firmly. She looked fascinated, playing with it like a roly-poly toy.

“It’s nice seeing you from such a low angle, Your Grace.”

The witch spoke in a dreamy voice. Aaron glared at her. Her brown hair was messily piled up, and she was smiling.

‘Don’t forget, brown hair! Even after waking from the dream, I wouldn’t forget!’

She could change her appearance with magic, but having already used so many spells, her hair color was probably her own. Brown hair was common, too.

Aaron glared at the witch as if to engrave her in his memory, grinding his teeth.

“How long do you plan to keep humiliating me like this?”

“Who knows…….”

The witch dragged out her words, then shoved the rest of her toes into Aaron’s mouth.

“If you do well, I’ll answer you. But don’t even think about biting my toes, Your Grace.”

Aaron moved his tongue, keeping his eyes fixed on her.

He told himself he wasn’t doing this because he wanted to. It was only to escape this situation quickly. If he did as the witch wanted, there might be a moment when she let her guard down.

‘If that happens, I’ll definitely strike back……!’

Her toes weren’t dirty. Instead, there was a curious scent, and despite just having cl*maxed, his half-dead shaft began to rise again.

The witch twisted in her seat, tickled by his breath and tongue.

“Ahaha. That tickles.”

With a light laugh, her foot withdrew from below. Her skirt was rolling up higher and higher. Aaron, at his current eye level, could see beneath her.

Under pale brown pubic hair, a split cleft appeared. Aaron’s tongue stiffened. He swallowed. He remembered the sensation her lower lips had given him.

Aaron found himself wanting to taste not her stockinged feet, but the witch’s nectar.

“Hmm?”

Noticing Aaron’s gaze, the witch tilted her head and smiled.

“Your Grace, you’re a pervert.”

As she pulled her foot from his mouth, the saliva pooled under his tongue dripped down. Aaron was embarrassed by the drool like a dog waiting at its bowl, but more than that, he wanted to retort.

“Who’s talking? Who was it that shamelessly exposed a man’s shaft?”

The witch wasn’t fazed by his sharp reply.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Your Grace.”

She stepped down from the chair and removed her skirt and stockings. Aaron’s throat bobbed. He could guess what she was planning.

And his chest thudded with lewd anticipation. His shaft, raised to the sky, glistened and twitched.

Aaron straightened his knees, stretching his legs forward. He wasn’t completely undressed, so his pants were caught around his thighs, which was annoyingly cumbersome.

The witch climbed onto Aaron’s thighs. Under the bright sunlight, her brown pubic hair shone golden.

Aaron, with his back straight, watched every moment as she grabbed his shaft and lined it up with her entrance. The stiff shaft slid and circled the entrance, rubbing around.

“Hmm…….”

“Grr.”

Aaron gritted his teeth at the sensation of the sensitive tip against her mucous membrane.

If only he could move his hips, he would’ve thrust in immediately. But under the witch’s spell, he could only sit and watch the slow, teasing entry.

“Oh, right. We’re interrupting the ceremony too much. The cadets should graduate, after all.”

With a snap of her fingers, the announcer snapped out of his trance and walked to the front of the stage.

Ignoring the obscene act happening right beside him, the announcer spoke loudly,

“Now, we will present the diplomas. Graduates, please come up in groups of seven.”

Aaron’s gaze trembled uncontrollably. 

‘Even if it was a dream, wasn’t this too much? Did I have to see the cadets up close like this? While showing them all this?’

But his resentment was brief.

“Ugh, it’s not working……”

The witch whimpered in a frail voice. Perhaps because she wasn’t opening easily, she was struggling to fit the shaft—too big for one hand—inside.

Her whimpering was the complete opposite of her usual skilled teasing.

Aaron’s mouth moved on its own.

“Don’t try to put it in right away, rub it a bit…… ugh……!”

It wasn’t something a paradoxical virgin should say, especially after being toyed with so many times in the dream.

‘Wait, why was I giving advice? I wasn’t in any position for that.’ 

His confusion was brief.

“Mm, ah, hng.”

She moved back and forth, rubbing below. The witch’s lower lips were already wet.

At that moment, the first group of seven cadets came up to the stage. They stated their names, but thankfully, none were familiar to Aaron. The witch didn’t seem to be affiliated with the academy. The principal handed out the diplomas one by one.

They received their diplomas mechanically and left the stage. Like ghosts, they didn’t even glance at the two engaged in obscene acts, but Aaron’s face flushed with shame.

“Mm……?!”

Suddenly, the witch shoved her thumb into Aaron’s mouth. He wondered if she had some strange s*xual taste for putting fingers in mouths, but then she began to rub her moistened thumb over her own womanhood.

“Ah, ahh.”

She touched not the mysterious hidden place, but a spot slightly above it. As she carefully rubbed in circles with her finger, something the size of a marble popped out.

Aaron, watching, drew a sharp breath.

It was the first time he’d seen a woman’s s*x so close and in such detail. He’d had s*x education, but seeing such an uneducational scene in reality was a shock.

His saliva was probably still on her finger. It felt almost like he was licking her himself. Lost in the fantasy of licking that spot, Aaron startled himself.

‘What am I thinking now!’

‘Had my mind been broken by all these lewd spells?’

While Aaron fought off a new wave of self-loathing, Neria was getting excited at the thought of m*sturbating in front of the Duke.

Maybe that’s why her lower lips grew wetter and wetter.

Feeling it was enough, she raised her knees and lifted her hips.

With one hand, she gripped Aaron’s solid thigh as if it were a stone, and with the other, she gently held the head of his shaft, which was beading with prec*m.

Then she slowly lowered her hips. Her inner walls, excited and wet, welcomed the intrusion. It began to push in, slowly invading. The sensation made her hips twitch.