Chapter 157-158 – Last Episode
The first witch had grown bored with everything. The term 'heart disease' was more than just a joke among witches; it reflected a chilling reality.
At 100 years old, if you lived to be 200, there was nothing left to do.
Human-created entertainment, achievements, joy, pain, pleasure, happiness, despair, failure, and the triumphs that came from overcoming them—these were all experiences that came and went.
After 200 years, you'd have lived through everything at least once. That was when heart disease began to creep in. Witches, driven by this profound boredom, sought any escape from the dullness of eternal life.
Some witches threw themselves into magic, others into sexual indulgence, committing twisted acts with abandon. Some threw themselves into business or hobbies like gardening, drawing, or anything to break the monotony.
But even that grew stale after two or three centuries. To put it into perspective, this was a time span long enough for entire nations to rise and fall. Living through such an era, it was inevitable that interest in life would fade, leading to an overwhelming sense of boredom and even fear.
This boredom often led to two possible outcomes.
The first was suicide. It was the most common escape for older witches who had nothing left to live for. The number one cause of death among witches was suicide.
The second was the extinction of emotions. The constant boredom drained their emotions, and they simply disappeared. Some witches fell into a vegetative state, while others lost all sense of self, leaving behind only a body that resembled a shell.
Ariel, the first witch, had fallen into the latter category.
It wasn't surprising. She had created an empire, established laws for the witches, maintained stable rule, and promoted coexistence between witches and humans.
She had done everything, but after thousands of years, the boredom became unbearable.
Even while she struggled with it, she cared for other witches and the future of her empire.
Yet after nearly 1,000 years, her empire had stabilized, and there was nothing more to accomplish. Ariel had reached her breaking point. She was exhausted from the life she was forced to live, sick of the respectful admiration from the witches around her.
It was then that she decided to create her ultimate magic. She wanted to cure the heart disease that had claimed the lives of so many witches before her.
For those who had no reason to live—and for herself—she needed to give her life purpose once again.
And so, she created obsession magic.
The magic Ariel created was designed to give witches a powerful reason to continue living.
It was a semi-forced drive, a way to compel them to keep going by tapping into the most intense human desire: the desire to procreate.
Using sexual obsession as a means to sustain life, it was an incredible magic, but it came with a serious flaw.
The problem was simple: no man could handle it.
"I'm a witch. I can't..." Ariel muttered.
"How dare I do that to a witch? I am just a human..."
No man wanted to be the object of such obsession. None had the courage to engage with a witch's overwhelming desire.
Even if a man had wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to deal with the witches' powerful obsessions. No man could bear the weight of such desire.
Ariel, the first witch, used herself as the first test subject for her magic. She taught it to a kind, sincere man in the imperial court. But the results were disastrous.
"Aahhh… Your Majesty! Don't do that! I can't endure!"
The man, overwhelmed by her obsession and affection, fled in terror. The same happened with every other man. No one dared to look at her as anything but an unreachable Empress, someone to fear or revere.
In the end, it wasn't just the magic that was flawed; it was the witches themselves. They were simply too powerful.
With the spell cast and no one to share it with, Ariel was left in an agonizing void. She could not find release, no matter how much she longed for it.
Unfortunately, death was not an option either. Ariel was not allowed to die quietly. The witches, who revered her as their origin and creator, intervened to prevent her death.
With their combined magical powers and intelligence, the witches trapped Ariel in an autistic state, locking her mind within her body. She lived in that isolated space for a long time, unable to lose control, yet suffocating in emptiness.
Her life was hollow, a cruel existence where she wanted to die but could not. She, adrift in the void, quietly waited for her body to decay.
Then one day, her self-awareness suddenly returned to her body.
And in the midst of her slowly reviving senses and awakening spirit, she discovered a man was fucking her.
"I'll fuck you!! This fucking lewd real sex doll!! This pussy bitch is useless for anything other than getting fucked by me!!"
Instead of treating her like a witch or an empress, this man was fucking her like a cheap ohahole.
Surprisingly, the figure before her matched exactly the ideal man Ariel had envisioned when she first created the obsession spell.
That was it.
The face, the posture, the defiant eyes that didn't flinch before her—he was the one she had dreamed of during those endless, suffocating years. The very blueprint of desire she had carved into the core of her magic was now standing in front of her, alive and real.
The man was fucking her asshole and pussy with his huge dick.
She didn't know where he came from, but Empress Ariel smiled both happily and painfully as she looked at this cruel, horribly perfect sex machine while his huge cock was penetrating her pussy.
Her pussy had expanded as his dick penetrated her entire womb. She was feeling the intense pleasure and pain of penetration so extreme that her lower abdomen was transformed into the shape of his dick.
"Aahhh ♥"
Ariel, who had completely regained her senses, let out an obscene moan.
[MC POV]
The first witch appeared to have regained her senses. At some point, she stretched out her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Then, she locked her arms around my neck and pulled me toward 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 man but of a horse. I rammed my huge horse cock into her womb. After I pushed it as deep as I could into her womb, I cummed like a fountain.
The first witch let out a scream that sounded almost animalistic. That was good to hear. It was a bloody and violent act, done entirely for my sake, without any concern for her own pleasure.
I changed my position to missionary and pounded her pussy like crazy. At the same time I inserted my right hand into the asshole of the first witch.
"Ugh… ♥ Kyaaaaa!!"
"Shut up!! You real sex doll bitch!!"
She let out a loud scream.
Ah… okay. I had no choice but to admit it now. I enjoyed messing with witches.
I love it when they scream with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I was happy to fuck their bodies again and again as I wanted.
At first, it had just been a game—something I needed to do to reach the ending.
But now, it felt like my personality had truly changed.
I grabbed my dick and viciously fucked her asshole.
"Ugh… ♥ Aahhh!! ♥ My asshole… It's ruined!!"
"Yes … It's ruined!! You fucking bitch!!"
As I put pressure on her asshole and pussy, it felt like my dick was wrapped in an asshole. I kept my hands as strong as I could and kept fucking her like crazy, not even considering the situation of the first witch.
And when I was close to cumming, I switched back to her pussy.
Burr Burr Burr Burr
Her womb could not take any more sperm and was swelling.
I took my dick out of her womb.
And then I began to fuck her asshole again.
I lifted her thighs and moved her sexy body so that she fell on my cock. Her belly sticks out and goes back in again and again.
She couldn't stand my too-rough sex and started to cum like a cheap whore.
"Aahhh ♥!"
"Aahh!! It's good!! You fucking bitch!!!"
I cummed in her asshole again, and when it was swollen enough, I pulled out my dick.
"Aahh ♥… No more ♥ No more… ♥"
"What no more??!!"
Puck!!
My fist sinks into her belly. Feeling the force of my punch, my sperm flowed out of her pussy and asshole like urine.
"Aahhh!!"
She had an ahegao look on her face. Her eyes were rolled up, and her tongue was sticking out.
In this state, she poured out her semen from three holes at the same time: her mouth, her pussy, and her asshole. After pouring out for a while, she stumbles and falls down limply on the bed.
I put my dick in her face.
"This is an order. Bitch!! Open your mouth!!"
The first witch to squirm opened her mouth.
I aimed my dick at her face.
Soon a stream of yellow urine began to pour out.
"Ah ♥… Aahh ♥… Aahh!!"
I held on as a stream of my urine poured all over her face. 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, spurted her pussy juices between her legs, and then went limp.
"Hehe… ♥ Hehe ♥"
The way the woman squirmed was incredibly seductive.
It was a beautiful sight—one I couldn't get enough of.
I would continue this act in the future. Every single day.
It had become something I deeply wanted to see.
[The first witch, Arie, has been conquered!]
[Her obsession has reached 100%!]
[She has chosen you as her new master! She is now completely subordinate to you!]
[The ending junction has been reached! Please choose carefully!]
"Who are you?"
"The one who will be your master. My name is Author Crown."
I grinned at the first witch, Ariel, as I answered.
Ariel stood up awkwardly. She still seemed disoriented; her body was moving clumsily as if she hadn't fully regained her sense of self.
"Ah… Obsession magic. Finally, someone who can control it perfectly has appeared. I didn't expect this at all…"
She looked at me, and her expression gradually shifted. Anticipation and excitement filled her eyes.
Then, she gently took my hand.
"I have a favor to ask. You… You are the only one who 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. Can you become the master of countless witches?"
[Would you like to accept the first witch's request?]
[If you refuse, you can return to the original world.]
[If you accept, the path to becoming the Lord of Eternal Night will open.]
I had already made up my mind.
Go back to Earth?
No!!
There, I was just a useless game player and a porn addict. My appearance was unremarkable, and my abilities were nothing special.
But here?
Here, I was the king. The Lord of Eternal Night.
It wasn't a hard choice to make.
"It's a question you don't need to worry about. I'll stay for you. For you and all the other witches, forever."
I answered with unwavering conviction.
I liked it here. A hundred times better than where I had been.
With my decision, the game had changed.
[The ending branch has been decided!]
[You will no longer be able to return to your old world!]
[You 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!]
[You have become a Lord of the witches' eternal night.]
[Have fun.]
The final information window flashed before my eyes and vanished. That was the end.
From that day forward, I never saw the status or information window again.
And now the game 〈SM with the witch!!〉 was no longer just a game for me.