"Chomp… Slurpp! Hah! So you punched the family head in the face?"
"What else was I supposed to do? He sold me to a f*cking grandma. Should I have just taken it as it is?"
"Hehe! Fair point."
"Ugh, the more I think about it, the more pissed I get."
I took a drag of my cigarette and looked down.
There was Sarah, my personal maid, her cute little head bobbing between my legs. She was servicing me with her face buried in my crotch.
Her tongue licked my cock smoothly, her lips puckering around the tip just the way I like it, sucking my cock with perfect intensity.
"Hmph… Mmm! It's kind of sad to think that this is the last time I'll see this big boy."
She even looked up at me seductively while doing it. I felt a pang of regret knowing I wouldn't see this adorable maid anymore.
'I trained her perfectly to my tastes, even tamed her.'
Sarah and I have a regular sexual relationship. Not dating, more like friends with benefits.
In this era, marriage between a commoner and a noble is unthinkable.
"If I'd known it'd come to this, maybe I should've kidnapped you and run away."
"Oh, come on! Who're you trying to ruin? I'm not interested in marriage, you know."
"Says the girl sucking my cock naked?"
"That's just me having fun with a handsome young master. Your face and cock are the best in the village, after all."
I chuckled and flicked my cigarette into the ashtray. Her blunt charm, so different from other maids, was what I liked about her.
Especially given the weird situation I'm in.
"Since when do you smoke?"
"I'd quit. But today's such a shitty day, I couldn't help it."
Come to think of it, when did I quit smoking?
'Oh, right. When I first learned magic after being transmigrated.'
I'm what you'd call a transmigrator.
To be precise, I remember my past life. In that life, this world was a novel.
So, I struggled to avoid the fate of a villainous extra who dies early to the protagonist… or so I thought, but that didn't happen!
'Who the hell is this guy?'
I had no clue who this body's original owner was.
Turns out, the 'Mars family' I belong to is a mage family ruling a rural territory.
It's far removed from the main story centered in the capital. Naturally, there's no real connection to the protagonist.
In the world's setting, this character exists but never appears in the novel itself.
'What kind of transmigration sticks me in such a nobody?'
I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this body, but life wasn't bad.
As I said, the body I transmigrated into was the son of a noble family with its own territory. Not quite born with a golden spoon, but a silver one at least.
'I thought it was the sweet life back then.'
The son of a somewhat renowned mage family in the provinces. With genius-level talent to boot.
Unlike typical transmigration stories, I didn't need to struggle for some grand purpose. I left all the story-driven hardships to the protagonist.
I thought I could just enjoy the happy life of a noble.
'Until my shitty brother sold me to a 300-year-old witch, that is.'
A human's life is decided at birth, success or failure.
In that sense, my life is half success, half failure.
Being born a prodigy of a mage family? That's the success.
Being born the second son? That's the failure.
Originally, being the second son wouldn't have been a failure. Not until our parents suddenly passed, and my brother took over the entire family.
'Did he think I was a threat?'
It's a bit awkward to say, but I'm a genius. Everywhere I went, people praised my magical talent.
And my brother? At best, he's average. In my eyes, a dullard with some ambition.
He probably thought I, with my overflowing talent, might aim for his position.
…Honestly, I did have some interest.
If you're born a man, shouldn't you dream big?
'Still, if he'd treated me well, I wouldn't have actually tried to take it.'
But my greedy brother wanted to hog everything.
Even if it meant getting rid of his younger brother.
"I mean, I never imagined he'd sell his only brother to a hundreds of years old witch."
Thinking back on that conversation made my blood boil again.
"Do you know how witches reproduce?"
"…Witches don't have males. So, they use special magic to 'create' daughters."
"Oh, you know your stuff."
My brother clapped exaggeratedly, mocking me.
"But it seems the current great witch can't use that magic anymore."
"No way, so…"
"Exactly. Since she can't reproduce through magic, she needs a man for a normal pregnancy."
And that man is me.
"Even so, she's the great witch. She can't just take any man. So, it came down to you, from a prestigious mage family with talent."
I understand the situation. But I don't accept it nor i want to.
"So you're treating me like a stud horse for breeding?"
"What's wrong with that? For a second son, becoming the husband of the head of a clan like the great witch is a step up. Oh, wait, she's over 300 years old, isn't she? Pfft...my bad! hahahahaha!"
My fists trembled with humiliation and rage.
'Basically, he's not treating me like a brother but a sex slave.'
Like a teenage girl slave sold to a 60-year-old man. I'm just being sold to a witch, gender swapped. But there is no one who will fight and comment on my injustice, because I'm a man. I f it was opposite there would have been a never ending fight.
"You think I'll just go along with this?"
"This is the family head's order. Besides, the deal's already done with the witches. How do you think they'll react if a mage unilaterally refuses a marriage with the great witch?"
"…You fucking bastard."
The witch clan is a race born for magic itself. They live for hundreds of years.
Their magical talent and advancements are beyond human comparison. They even have a massive influence on humanity's magical academia.
'Getting on their bad side is the end of a mage's career.'
If I'd refused from the start, maybe it'd be different. But rejecting a promise already made, without reason, is impossible.
It wouldn't just affect me but the family and our territory. Unlike that bastard, I actually care about the family and people our parents left behind.
'That jerk was just plotting to kick me out while I was away.'
To think this guy is the head of the family our parents built. That alone made me want to puke.
"Ugh! Damn it."
My mind snapped back to reality. A really shitty reality.
"Mmm… Slurp! Cheer up, young master. At least you lost your virginity thanks to me."
"…Did I ever say you were my first?"
"What, I wasn't? I was a virgin, you know!"
At my age, how could I still be a virgin? Especially when you add my transmigration age.
"Stop talking nonsense and spread your pussy. Let me have one last taste."
"God, you're such a pervert, young master~"
Sarah bent over on the bed, sticking out her sexy ass. I grabbed her hips familiarly and slid my cock into her already soaking wet pussy.
"Haaaaa…"
As I thrust my cock in, Sarah let out an excited sigh. Her face melted into ecstasy, like she was in heaven.
"Hng! So good…! It's such a waste to give this to some grandma…"
"Tch!, you wanna ruin the mood while I'm fucking you?"
"Ah! Hah! Hng! Sorry! Aaaah♥"
As I moved my hips, Sarah started moaning like a proper female.
It turned me on, making my cock even harder.
"Hah! So good! So good! Your cock's the best, young master…!"
I fucked Sarah until past midnight.
When I pulled my cock out, Sarah was sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. Her body, slick with sweat, twitched lightly.
"Haa… Ugh…"
I saw the face of a female completely knocked out from sex. Her roughly stripped underwear was scattered around or rolled up in her ankles.
Her body still trembled from the afterglow of her climax. My cum dripped from between her pussy, making it even more erotic.
'This life's over now.'
I used magic to handle contraception and got out of bed. After unloading, my head regained some clarity.
'I can't just let this happen.'
I may not be able to avoid the marriage, but I still have a hidden ace up my sleeve.
'That bastard doesn't know about our family's heirloom.'
The secret magic left by the first Lord Mars. The starting point of our family.
'If I'm being sold off, I'll take the heirloom with me.'
With that magic, I'll take back the family and territory our parents left behind.
And then, a little later.
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"…What the fuck?"
What was thrust before me was the horrifying truth of our family.