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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Sold to a 300-Year-Old Grandma
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Marry a 300-year-old grandma.
In short, that was the order I'd received.
"...What did you say?"
"Didn't you hear me? I said you're to sacrifice yourself for the family."
The family head, my brother Dale Mars, flashed a sleazy grin.
I knew damn well he wasn't asking out of ignorance.
"So, to sum up the situation—"
Rage choked my breath, my eyes blinking furiously.
Curses welled up in my throat, but I forced them down and asked anyway.
"There's a great witch over 300 years old. She's looking for a husband, and for the sake of the family, I'm the one getting sold off. That's the story, right?"
"Exactly."
Wow, the curses I'd barely held back were about to burst out.
My fists were trembling too.
'No. Hold it together. Even that piece of shit is the family head for now.'
Even though he'd sold off his one and only brother to a 300-year-old hag.
Even though he'd snatched the family head position right after our parents died.
Even though it was obvious he was trying to ship me—the second son—off to eliminate the threat.
For now, as the family head, I had to play the part of a loyal family member...
"Well, it's not so bad. Who knows? Maybe she'll take a liking to you and pamper you like a pet."
Crack!
Ah, fuck. Couldn't hold back.
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"Slurp... slurrrp! Hah! So you punched the family head right in the face?"
"What the fuck else was I supposed to do? He sold me off to a 300-year-old grandma—think I'd just take it?"
"Hehe! Fair point."
"Whew~ The more I think about it, the pissed off I get."
I glanced down while taking a drag from my cigarette.
There was the adorable nape of Sarah, my dedicated maid.
Her face was buried between my thighs, hard at work servicing me.
She licked along the shaft with her tongue, then pursed her lips to suckle the tip.
Sucking my cock with just the right pressure I love.
"Mmm... mmmph! Thinking this big dick is the last time makes me so sad."
And she even looked up at me with those sultry eyes.
Realizing I wouldn't get to see this cute maid anymore hit me pretty hard too.
'I'd trained and conditioned her perfectly to my tastes.'
Sarah and I hooked up regularly.
Not dating or anything—just pure fuckbuddies.
In this era, a noble marrying a commoner was unthinkable.
"If I'd known it'd come to this, maybe I should've kidnapped you and bolted."
"Ew! Ruin whose life? I've never cared about marriage."
"Not even while sucking my dick buck naked?"
"That's just 'cause I wanna have fun with the handsome young master. Your face and cock are the best in the village."
I chuckled and tapped my cigarette into the ashtray.
I loved her no-nonsense charm—it set her apart from the other maids.
...Especially given my bizarre situation.
"Did you always smoke?"
"Quit a while back. But today's such bullshit, I couldn't resist."
Come to think of it, when had I quit?
'Oh, right—when I first learned magic after getting possessed.'
I'm what you'd call a possessor.
More precisely, I remember my past life.
And in that past life, this world was a novel.
So I figured I'd be grinding hard to dodge the fate of some early-game villain extra killed off by the protagonist... but nope!
'Who the hell is this guy?'
I didn't even know who the original owner of this body was.
Turned out, the "Mars Family" I was part of ruled a provincial territory—a mage family, no less.
We were far removed from the capital-centric main story.
No meaningful ties to the protagonist, obviously.
We existed in the worldbuilding, but never showed up in the actual novel.
'What kind of possession dumps you into a total nobody?'
No clue what the point was, but life wasn't half bad.
Like I said, the body I'd possessed belonged to the son of a noble house with its own territory.
Not born with a silver spoon, but definitely a bronze one.
'Felt like hitting the jackpot back then.'
Son of a somewhat famous provincial mage family.
And my innate talent? Total genius level.
No need to slave away for some grand purpose like in those cliché possessions.
Left all the plot-grinding to the protagonist.
Figured I'd just kick back and enjoy the easy noble life.
'Right up until that fuckwit brother suddenly sold me to a 300-year-old witch.'
A person's fate is set from birth.
In that sense, half my life was a win, half a loss.
Being born a prodigy in a mage family? Win.
Being born the second son? Loss.
It wouldn't have been a total loss originally.
Not until our parents dropped dead and my brother seized everything.
'Did he see me as a threat?'
Hate to brag, but I'm a genius.
Everyone everywhere told me I had a gift for magic growing up.
My brother? Generous estimate: average. My take: dullard.
Guess he figured a talent-stacked guy like me might eye his spot.
...Okay, honestly, I was a little interested.
Born a guy, gotta dream big, right?
'But if he'd played fair and taken care of things, I never would've actually gone for it.'
My greedy brother wanted it all, though.
Even if it meant shoving his little brother aside.
"Still, I never dreamed he'd actually sell his only brother off to a 300-year-old witch."
Thinking back to that conversation fired me up all over again.
"Do you know how witches reproduce?"
"...No males in the witch race. Mothers 'create' daughters with special magic."
"Oh, spot on. You know your stuff."
My brother clapped exaggeratedly, mocking me.
"But get this—the current great witch of the witches can't use that magic anymore."
"No way, so that's why..."
"Bingo. Can't make heirs magically, so she needs a man for a normal pregnancy."
Me?
"Even so, she's a great witch—can't just take any guy. Line went from magic powerhouses straight to you, the talented one."
I got the situation.
Just couldn't swallow it.
"So you're treating me like some stud horse to spread seed?"
"What's the problem? A second son marrying the head of an entire race? That's a step up. Oh, wait—she's a 300-year-old hag? Puhaha!"
My fists shook with humiliation and fury.
'Basically treating me like a sex slave, not a brother.'
Like selling off a teenage girl slave to some decrepit 60-year-old geezer.
Just gender-swapped for a witch in my case.
"You think I'll just roll over?"
"This is an order from the family head. Deal's already done with the witches too. Think about how they'll see a mage who unilaterally bails on marrying a great witch."
"...You shitstain worse than dog crap."
The witch clan was born for magic itself.
They lived for centuries, even.
Their magical talent and progress dwarfed humans'.
Hell, they had massive sway over humanity's magic academies.
'Getting blacklisted by them might as well end your mage career.'
If I'd refused outright from the start, maybe.
But with a deal already in place? Can't back out for no reason.
It'd drag down not just me—the whole family and territory.
Unlike that asshole, I actually gave a damn about the family and people my parents left behind.
'That prick's probably plotting to boot me out while I'm gone.'
The thought of him inheriting the family and territory our parents built made me want to hurl.
"Whew! Rotten bastard."
My mind snapped back to reality.
A thoroughly fucked reality.
"Mmm... slurp! Hang in there, young master. At least you popped your cherry thanks to me."
"...Didn't I say you were my first?"
"Whoa, seriously? I was a virgin!"
At my age? No chance.
Especially counting my past life's years.
"Cut the chit-chat and spread 'em. One last taste."
"Jeez. Our young master's such a perv~"
Sarah flopped onto the bed, sticking out her enticing ass.
I gripped her hips like always and slid my cock into her already dripping pussy.
"Haaaaahhh...!"
Sarah let out an ecstatic sigh as I hilted inside her.
Her face melted into pure bliss, like she'd gone to heaven.
"Hnn! Way too good... to give to some 300-year-old hag...!"
"Fuck. Wanna kill the mood mid-thrust?"
"Ahng! Hahng! Ahng! Sorry! Aaang♥"
I rocked my hips, and Sarah started moaning like a bitch in heat.
That only got me harder.
"Hyah! Yes! So good! Young master's cock is the best...!"
I pounded Sarah straight past midnight.
When I finally pulled out, she was sprawled across the bed, panting like mad.
Her whole body glistened with sweat, twitching faintly.
"Haa... ughk...!"
Face of a bitch passed out from exhaustive fucking.
Her half-removed underwear was scattered everywhere, bunched up.
Still shuddering from the aftershocks of climax.
My cum leaked from between her pussy lips, making it even hotter.
'This life's over now.'
I cast contraception magic and got out of bed.
The solid release cleared my head.
'Not going down without a fight.'
Couldn't dodge the marriage, but I still had a hidden trump card.
'Our family heirloom that bastard knows nothing about.'
The secret spell left by the first Mars Territory lord.
The origin of our house.
'If I'm getting sold off anyway, might as well take the heirloom with me.'
I'll use that spell to reclaim the family my parents left me.
And moments later...
⚡ SECRET MAGIC UNLOCKED ⚡[Magic to Easily Bed a Centuries-Old Long-Lived Species Like Cake ★]
"...Fuck, what the hell?"
What appeared before me was my family's truth—far more horrifying than I'd imagined.
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