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House of Witches.

Inside the deepest room... A ceremony was in progress.

Marinda stood before a sacrificial altar beneath which a large magic circle was drawn with blood. On each point, human and monster skulls were placed.

Behind Marinda were seven men, covered in monster's blood and weeping. Each held a human skull.

"Please... Let me go. I won't steal again. I did it for my children. We're dying of hunger," one man cried.

"Oi, you noble wench. Release meee! I'll report you to the king. Let me goo," another man shouted.

"Ugh, I wish I could kill them right now," a girl around 19 with red hair, purple eyes, and a prominent figure remarked, her expression full of disdain.

"We will eventually kill them, don't fret," Marinda said, standing beside her.

"So, I am the leader of the witch house, huh? Felishia Grey, leader of the witches," the girl mused.

"Don't act overly clever and never forget your purpose. Tell me, what's your goal?" Marinda inquired sternly.

"To avenge your reputation and eliminate Anon Agreil at any cost. I get it; you've been drilling this into me since I arrived," Felishia responded.

"Because I want it ingrained in you as long as you're alive. I was humiliated by that man in front of the entire realm, across the seven continents. The kingdom's knights ridiculed me. That King Arthur, he laughed too. That Anon bastard forced me to utter words that shattered my self-esteem countless times; you can't even fathom it.

I want to see his head in your hands," Marinda spoke, her face contorted in anger.

"Yes, yes, whatever. Can we hurry this up? I have a date with my boyfriend," Felishia remarked nonchalantly.

"We need to wait for another 8 minutes until the moon reaches the proper position. Once it aligns with the sun... we'll commence the crowning ceremony," an old witch, standing on the other side of the altar, explained.

Her hair cascaded down to her legs, and her long nails matched. She sported a pointy hat, and one of her red eyes glanced through her lengthy locks every few seconds.

Her age was indeterminable, and a foul odor emanated from her body.

"So, Mom... Why did you choose me over all our siblings and brother Jake?" Felishia queried.

"Well, because you know how to fight and outwit opponents. You're ruthless and at times, emotionless.

You're the smartest among my kids after Jake... That's why," Marinda clarified.

"Why not make Jake the family leader then, if he's so talented?" Felishia questioned.

"You're aware of why I can't do that," Marinda retorted, annoyance in her expression.

"Yeah, yeah... because the leader of the witch household can't be male," Felishia recalled.

"Be a competent leader and safeguard the women of our house. They have high expectations for us," Marinda instructed.

"The moon is in position... We should initiate the ceremony," the old witch declared.

"Let's begin," Marinda affirmed, stepping away from the altar.

"Girl, sit on the altar and close your eyes," the old witch commanded Felishia.

"Yes, Grandma," Felishia complied, promptly taking her place on the altar.

"Remove your clothes..." The witch directed.

"Is that truly necessary?" Felishia questioned.

"Just obey her instructions," Marinda ordered.

"Fine... As you command, Family Leader," Felishia acquiesced, disrobing and assuming her place on the altar, completely bare.

"Now, Marinda... Hand it to me," the old witch said, extending her hand toward Marinda.I think you should take a look at

"Sure... Here," Marinda responded, conjuring a golden box in her hand and slowly opening it.

As the box opened, it revealed a grey wand adorned with seven gems.

Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, White, Black.

"Oh my, how many years since I last laid eyes on it? It still exudes the same aura. The Philosopher's Wand," the old witch murmured, carefully picking up the wand with her elongated nails.

After examining it, she placed the wand beside Felishia.

"Now... The first gem, the Red's Anger," the old witch announced, focusing on the man who had been shouting moments earlier.

She grabbed an empty glass test tube and approached the angry man. Using her nails, she scratched her stomach and collected the blood that oozed.

"Oi, what in the world are you doing, you witch? Stay away from me... ouch... son of a bitch," the man exclaimed in fury.

"Hehehe... Let's see," the old witch said, returning to the altar and dropping two drops of the man's blood onto the Red gem.

Suddenly, it began to glow, and the man's eyes turned white as the skull he held disintegrated.

He levitated and floated above Felishia.

Subsequently, blood started pouring out of his body, and within moments, his lifeless body was suspended in the air. A large ball of blood floated over Felishia's head.

"Release," the old witch commanded, and the blood cascaded down over Felishia.

The red stone on the wand shimmered brilliantly for a moment before returning to normal.

"HOHOHO... This ritual is still enjoyable," the old witch cackled maniacally.

"Just expedite it, Selena. Only 3 minutes before the moon shifts," Marinda reminded.

"Oh, yes, yes..." Selena replied. She repeated the procedure with each man, more or less.

After the last man had perished, she addressed them...

"You may open your eyes now, but do not move from the altar." The old witch directed Felishia.

Felishia opened her eyes, observing a connection between her and the wand beside her.

"Do you accept to assume leadership of the witch household, replacing its previous leader, Marinda?" the old witch questioned Felishia.

"I do," Felishia affirmed solemnly.

"I now pronounce you the official leader of the witch household. May the Philosopher's Wand safeguard you. Unleash this wand only when you absolutely need it, in life and death situations," the old witch intoned.

"Yes."

Knock-knock-knock

A knock suddenly echoed from the room's door.

"Yes?" Marinda answered, her voice sharp.

"Madam, your carriage is ready," a female knight's voice came from outside.

"I'm coming," Marinda replied.

"I'm leaving... Bye." Marinda departed, heading towards the exit.

"Enjoy your night, have tons of mind blowing sex." Felishia teased with a smile.

Anon's House...

"Master...Master... The house is ready." No.300's resonated in Anon's ears.

"Hmm...?" Anon stood up from Freya's butt and looked at the sun directly.

The sun is shining red and it's going down the horizon.

"It's evening huh ?" Anon said as he started moving ahead and noticed that something is in his legs, blocking the way.

Anon looked down and found out that the blocking element was nothing other than Gia and Kia themselves.

Both of them are lying on the ground, naked. Their butts are high up in the air and cum is flowing out of their raw pussies without any stop.

Their faces have an ahegao look and their eyes are rolling to the back of their heads.

Their pussies are still twitching from all the orgasms that they just had.

"Well, it's been one hell of a nap." Anon said as he slapped both of them on their ass cheeks and moved forward.

*Slap-Slap*

Wearing his pants Anon noticed no.300 continuously looking at his thick dick.

"You want something no.300 ?" Anon asked with a smile.

"N-No sir. I am sorry. I wasn't looking at your- please forgive me." No.300 spoke with a very embarrassed face as she bowed down.

"No, problem. You will get this dick very soon but first show me the house." Anon said as he touched no.300's pussy.

"Y-Yes, your majesty." No.300 said with an even more flushed face but in her mind she had another thoughts.

'Will master, fuck me wild ? Will he beat my ass when fucking me just like last time ? Will he use me like a thing for his pleasure and then throw me away ? Ohhh, i love master.' No.300 thought as Butterflies started giggling in her stomach.

"Let's go... What are you waiting for ?" Anon asked.

"Y-Yes."

After walking some distance, Anon noticed a big 3 story building in front of him.

It was wide and large. All made out of white ghost wood and mithiril gates with thick glass windows.

"Wow... This is something that only you ogres can make huh ?" Anon praised no.300.

"No, master. This was very easy to make. Please enter through the door." No.300 said as she gestured towards the main door.

Their were two mithiril doors at the start of the house.

Anon opened the foors and entered inside.

As soon as he entered inside he noticed a magic circle beneath him.

Anon stepped on the circle and it started shining but after shining a bit it went back to normal.I think you should take a look at

Anon has seen this circle before too...

'The Enigma Warding Circle, an intricate and powerful enchantment etched into the floor, lies dormant until a footstep is placed upon it. Upon contact, the circle awakens with a faint shimmer, its design glowing with eldritch energy. The circle's purpose is twofold: it serves as both a guardian and a judge of entry.

With a weave of ancient arcane principles, the circle reaches out to the intruder's mana pattern, intricately woven into their very being. If the resonance of the mana matches the predefined signature of an authorized dweller, the circle's light pulses affirmingly before gradually fading away. The house remains unchanged, its secrets safe.

However, should the mana pattern deviate from the known signatures, the circle's light glows a menacing crimson, and a symphony of whispered incantations permeates the air. The house stirs, walls humming as they come alive with magic.

As the invader unwittingly sets off the circle's alarm, the house itself awakens to an ominous transformation. Walls shift and twist, revealing hidden armaments and mechanisms long dormant. Windows become shimmering barriers, insurmountable by any mundane means. The very architecture shifts, turning corridors into mazes, stairways into dead ends.

The shield, born of the circle's fierce magic, envelops the dwelling, its iridescent aura pulsating with both enchantment and warning. It renders the outside world distorted and distant, making escape a near-impossibility.

With its arsenal of enchanted traps and formidable defenses, the house becomes a labyrinthine trap, its objective clear: to capture or deter the uninvited. Intruders find themselves pitted against animated suits of armor, illusionary landscapes that disorient the senses, and corridors that seem to change direction on a whim.'

"Did sephie placed this circle here ?" Anon asked No.300.

"No master, Sir Kol placed it here. He said that if someone unauthorised is Trapped inside the labyrinth, he will suffer through hell every minute." No.300 explained.

"Hmm... Kol is being useful huh..? I just remembered that i had to bring kol's victim here before tomorrow's sunset." Anon said as he moved ahead and noticed a big door on the ground.

"Is that ?" Anon asked with a suspicious expression.

"Yes, master. This is the way to the underground city... Anyone other than you can't even open this door." No.300 explained.

"Cool... But there is nothing else here. Where are the stairs to the second floor ?" Anon asked in confusion.

"Yes, please follow me sir." No.300 said as she took Anon to the front upper wall of the room and stopped.

"Please put your hand on this wall, master." No.300 said.

"Here ?" Anon said as he puts his hand without any questions.

*Click*

As soon as his hand touches the wall, a small magical circle appears on the wall and the bricks start to move away as a stair case appeared.

"I feel like Harry Potter." Anon said as he started climbing the stairs and no.300 followed behind.

As soon as they reached on the second floor, they saw a very big hall.

The hall contains many windows and on each window there is a railgun, moving by itself.

"Why are these rail guns moving by themselves ?" Anon asked.

"Sir, madam sephie has made some changes in them, here she wanted me to give you this." No.300 said as she gave Anon an emrald bracelet.

"What is this-?" Before anon could've said anything a screen popped out of the bracelet that showed 12 different small screens.

"These Cannon's are observing the mana around the house, if they sense a tiny bit of danger. They will immediately send an alert to you and ask for permission to shoot." No.300 explained.

"You really made the best use of railguns, huh?" Anon asked with a smile.

"Yes, master... All of this was Madam Sephie and her assistant's idea," No.300 spoke.

"Well, that's one good defensive system Sephie has created," Anon praised.

Beep

A beeping sound came from the emerald bracelet, and a red dot appeared on the screen.

"What is that?" Anon wondered as he approached the window and looked outside.

As he scanned the area, Anon suddenly noticed a cute one-horned rabbit around the bushes.

Anon clicked on the red dot on the screen.

Zzzzzzzzz

The railgun started charging up, and...

Boom

A small shot was fired from the railgun that killed the rabbit instantly.

"Cool," Anon said, a smile appearing on his face.

"Where are these things drawing mana from?" Anon asked.

"I don't know, master... Madam Sephie knows about that stuff," No.300 spoke.

"So, is this it for the third floor?" Anon asked.

"No, master... Please come here," No.300 said as she started walking toward the left wall of the room.

"Please put your hand here," she said, gesturing toward a magic circle on the wall.

"Okay..." Anon said as he placed his hand over the magic circle.

Click

Suddenly, a shelf emerged from the wall...

The shelf was full of weapons: swords, kunais, throwing blades, three pairs of sickles, and a large railgun on the side.

"What is this? My private weapon shelf?" Anon spoke, a smile appearing on his face.

"Yes, master. I made this for you. Did you like it?" No.300 asked with a cute smile.

"Well, well, well... Since you made it, I guess you deserve a reward too," Anon said as he kissed No.300 on her lips.

No.300 immediately looked down in embarrassment, a smile appearing on her face.

"T-Thank you, master. I will try to do more work for you from now on," No.300 said, her face turning crimson red.

"Let's go to the third floor," Anon said, and they moved toward the stairs to the third floor.

As soon as Anon and No.300 reached the third floor, Anon noticed premium furniture and premium floor design, just like a noble would have.

"Nice... Now this looks like a house," Anon said as he laid down on the bed and felt its extreme bounciness.

"Wow... What is this bed made of?" Anon asked with a surprised expression as he continued to bounce up and down on the bed.

"Master, this bed is made of the leather of five Furion tigers, and it's filled with silk from eight-legged spiders," No.300 explained.

"Oh, nice. So, is this it?" Anon asked No.300.

"Yes, master. Do you want us to make any changes?" No.300 asked.

"Nope, it's all good. Oh yeah, do one thing for me. Give this to your messenger and tell him to give it to Derein," Anon said, handing No.300 a rolled-up piece of paper.

"As you wish, master," No.300 said, and immediately, an ogre covered in fully black clothes appeared near her.

But something was odd about that ogre. Even his eyes were covered in cloth.

"Why are you covering your eyes?" Anon asked with a confused expression.

"Ah, Your Majesty, this is a birth defect. I was born this way," the ogre explained as he immediately knelt down.

"Even in a world full of magic, you are still blind, huh?" Anon asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the ogre replied.

"Come here," Anon commanded.

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty," the ogre hesitated for a second but then moved toward Anon, following his voice.

"Sit down," Anon commanded.

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty," the ogre said, sitting in front of Anon.

Tap

Anon placed his hand on the ogre's head and used his skill.

<Body Modification>[Ogre Body Found]

[1 Disability Found]

[Eyes Disability Found, Would you like to fix it?]

'Yes...' Anon commanded.

[50,000 mana will be consumed.]

'Do it,' Anon commanded.

[Curing the disability.]

Mana started flowing from Anon's body into the ogre's.

After a while, the process stopped, and a screen appeared in front of Anon.

[Eye Disability has been successfully cured.]

"Remove that cloth and try opening your eyes," Anon commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the ogre said, removing the cloth from his eyes and opening them.

Suddenly, light flashed in his eyes, and he covered them with his hands.I think you should take a look at

"This... I-I can see," the ogre spoke, tears streaming down his face.

He immediately grabbed Anon's legs and started crying even louder.

"Your Majesty, I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me... I can't even repay you. Everything I own is already yours; I can't even offer you my life because it's also yours," the ogre spoke.

"No problem... Just get up and deliver the message," Anon said, smiling a little.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will deliver it right away," the ogre said, disappearing from his position.

"Your Majesty, you truly have a big heart. You care only about those you love and you don't let your enemies get away. This is what makes me love you, and- oh, shit," No.300 said with a smile, but then she realized what she had said and immediately covered her mouth.

"HOHOHO... Looks like someone just accidentally spoke the truth, huh?" Anon said with a smile as he moved toward No.300.

Thud

Suddenly, a very loud sound came from the underground city. Anon was on the third floor of the house, but he still felt vibrations from the event.

"Hmm... What was that?" Anon asked with a suspicious expression.

"Ah, that's nothing, Your Majesty. Just some blockhead ogre males showing their strength to the females so they can choose them as their breeding partners," No.300 explained.

"Oh, really?" Anon asked with a smile.

"Yes, every year at this time of the season, the males search for females to breed, but to get the females' attention, they have to prove themselves by lifting weights," No.300 explained.

"Oh, is that so? Let's go and see who gets the most partners, then," Anon said as he started moving toward the underground city.

"B-But... Your Majesty," No.300 tried to stop Anon.

"Hmm...? Is there a problem?" Anon asked, looking confused.

"N-Nothing, Your Majesty... Let's go," No.300 said, following Anon to the underground city.

[If the master decides to lift the weights, I don't think any ogre will get any women this year. I just hope he doesn't wish to pick up the weights.] No.300 thought to herself, not realizing that Anon could hear her clearly.

"Hehe... Let's go and see how much the ogres can lift," Anon said in a low tone, a smile appearing on his face.

After a while, Anon arrived in the underground city and noticed a large crowd in the middle.

"Haaaaahhhhhh... Yes," an ogre shouted as he lifted a rod above his head. On both sides of the rod were female ogres sitting.

"Woow... No.900 is very strong. I hope he chooses me as his partner this year."

"Yes... No.900 is the strongest around here, I think."

Two ogre females discussed.

"Can I try?" Anon asked from the middle of the crowd.

Suddenly, the ogres were surprised and looked at the source of the sound.

"Y-Your Majesty?"

"Everyone, on their knees," someone shouted, and all of them knelt down.

"Stand up, all of you," Anon commanded.

All the ogres stood up at Anon's command.

"Can I also try to lift this?" Anon asked.

"Fuck... Master did it," No.300 murmured in a low voice.

"Y-Yes... Why not, Your Majesty?" No.900 spoke, looking at Anon.

"So, what's the highest record until now?" Anon asked, standing above the metallic rod.

"Your Majesty, the highest record of all time is held by No.900. He can carry up to 20 women at a time, ten on each side," an ogre girl spoke.

"Ohhh... That's too many women at a time, huh?" Anon said, glancing at No.900.

"Please, Your Majesty. You praise me too much. I am nothing compared to you," the ogre said, laughing toward Anon.

"Well, that's true. How many women ogres can this rod lift?" Anon asked.

"Well, I think about 50 on each side, Your Majesty," No.300 spoke.

"Good, girls, get on then. Fill the rod," Anon commanded.

An ogre woman weighed around 250 kilograms, meaning Anon was going to lift over 250 quintals of weight.

"Wow... Can the master really lift that much weight?"

"I don't think a human can lift that much weight."

"Yeah, I think he is just showing off to impress the girls."

The male ogres chatted as the females began to sit on the long metallic rod.

In moments, the rod was filled with 100 ogre women: 50 on each side, leaving very little space in between.

"M-Master... I think we should go now... It's time for your massage," No.300 spoke as soon as Anon grabbed the metallic rod.

'That's too much weight for a human to lift; even the master is not that powerful...' No.300 thought inside her brain.

"Yeah.... Right after this," Anon said, lifting the rod above his head with just one hand.

"Woah... He did it with just one hand... How is the master so strong?"

"Shit... No.900 is nothing compared to him."

"Wooooow.... Your Majesty, you are so powerful," an ogre girl from the crowd shouted.

No.300's mouth was left wide open when she saw this view. Her master lifted so much weight with just one hand. Was that even possible? No.

"I don't think we are getting any females now," No.900 murmured in his mind.

"Well, let's go," Anon said, placing the rod back on the ground.

"Your Majesty, there are two carriages stopped in front of the house... Should we let them in?" an ogre asked.

"Ohh, my dinner is here... Let them in," Anon said.

"Where are they ?" Anon asked the ogre soldier.

"Sir, we guided them to the third floor directly..." The ogre soldier spoke.

"Good," Anon said as an evil and perverted smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, your majesty." The ogre soldier spoke as he bowed down in front of Anon.

After that, Anon immediately started moving towards the third floor as he rubbed his hands together.

"Today, it will be a feast," Anon murmured as he went up.

As soon as Anon reached the third floor he noticed that two women are sitting on his bed.

One of them is sitting on the right bed and one of them is sitting on the bed opposite to it.

Both of them are MILFS... One of them is wearing a white robe, it's half-transparent, and her boobs and ass is visible through it.

She is The great Mother of the Denver House.

The other one is wearing a very tight leather outfit... her figure is also looking good in those clothes.

She is Marinda of the Witch House.

"Hello, Ladies," Anon said as he looked at both of them.

Both of them silently looked at each other.

"I said hello," Anon said with a slightly louder tone.

"H-Hello, Master." The great mother spoke with a hesitated expression.

"...and you ?" Anon said as he looked at Marinda.

"H-Hello," Marinda spoke with a low tone.

"I think you missed a word there... Bitch." Anon said with a straight face.

"Hello, M-Master," Marinda spoke with hesitation.

"Good, now shall we start the program ?" Anon said as he moved towards the great mother and sat beside her on his fluffy bed.

Touching her cheek slightly Anon asked in a low tone as his breathing sound flowed into her ear...

"What's your original name ?"

"A-Adriana." She answered with a hesitant expression.

"Good... Name." Anon said as he moved his face near her other cheek.

Removing his hand from her cheeks Anon grabbed her right boob and started fondling it.

"Do you like it ?" Anon asked as he touched his lips on her cheeks and started moving them up and down.

"I-I... Don't know." The great mother spoke but she was feeling something.

[Oh my god... He is touching my boobs, how many years has it been since a male touched my body. Even his one touch is making me wet. I just hope my nipples don't get erect.] She thought in her mind but she didn't know that Anon was listening to her thoughts.

"Kiss me.." Anon commanded.

"W-What ?" The great mother asked with a surprised expression.I think you should take a look at

"Kiss me on the lips and kiss me as if you are sucking on candy. If I don't get the feeling of satisfaction from your kiss... I will kill Ren." Anon spoke with a smile as he pinched her nipple.

"N-No... I am doing it." The great mother spoke as she kissed Anon on his lips.

"Good and if you stopped kissing me without my permission to stop, I will kill Ren immediately," Anon warned.

"Yes." She replied as her juicy thick lips sucked Anon's lips as if she is sucking on cotton candy.

Anon grabbed her head with both of his hands and forcefully rammed his tongue inside her mouth.

[Fuck... He is raping my mouth forcefully with his tongue. My pussy is getting wet I think. What should I do ?] The great mother thought as pre-cum started dripping out of her pussy lips.

After this Anon removed his hands from her face and slides them down to her pussy.

*Mnnnhhh*

She moaned while kissing Anon.

Anon continued to rape her mouth pussy with his tongue and didn't give her mouth even a second of relief.

[Fuck... I am being suffocated by his tongue.] The great mother thought as she struggled to breathe air.

Anon continued to grope her boobs and flick her clit up and down.

"Hah .." After 3 minutes of continuous kissing, the great mother finally pulled her lips away from Anon's lips.

"I am sorry but... I-I was suffocating and-" The great mother tried to give excuses but Anon interrupted her immediately.

"You didn't follow my orders... Now Ren dies." Anon said as an ogre covered in Fully black clothes appeared in the room.

"Your majesty." He said as he went down on his knees.

"Tell Ren to commit suicide and say that these are my orders..." Anon commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The ogre said as he disappeared from his position.

"Nooo... Please, Please, Don't do this to Ren... I beg you. Use me as you want, just spare my son. Please forgive me, I will never disobey any of your orders... From now on. Please... Stop him." The great mother begged as she grabbed Anon's legs.

"How do you plan to fulfill this mistake of yours ?" Anon asked as he looked at her with an evil smile.

'What an evil guy...? He is using her son to blackmail her.' Marinda thought in her mind.

"I-I will do anything... Whatever you say... Just say it. I will immediately do it master, but please spare Ren." She said as a light of hope appeared in her eyes.

"What do you mean by everything? Explain yourself." Anon asked.

"You can do anything to my pussy or my boobs... I will please your cock and worship it for the rest of my life... I will become your handy-pussy.

You can use me anywhere and anytime you want." The great mother spoke.

"Good... Now stand up and please me to fuck that Old pussy of yours within one minute... You can do anything you want but if you couldn't get me to stick my dick into that worthless pussy hole of yours...then Ren dies." Anon spoke with a perverted smile.

"Y-Yes... I will do it... I will please you right now." The great-mother stood up as she immediately agreed to Anon's conditions.

"Good, your one minute starts now," Anon said as he looked at her.