So, I'm a witch, so what?

"As I said before, we'll be at the witch nation soon, so I better get you in shape; you look horrendous." Says Mother Focalor as they pet my head. It's been several days since we began our journey, and so far, I've been determined to keep up. It's nothing crazy, but it's also not the best.

Mother is an extraordinary individual; they often talk down to me, but at the same time, they feed me well and genuinely care about my well-being. In just these past few days, I've gained quite a considerable amount of weight thanks to the bigger portions Mother gives me, but it's still weird.

Why are they so extravagant, I ask? Mother acts like they don't give a shit about me, but after spending some more time with them, it's clear they're not all evil. What kind of evil master would feed their slave and also clothe them like they're middle-class citizens as they travel with them?

"What's the matter, boy?" Mother catches me looking at them with confusion once again, and since I can't lie, I'm forced to tell her what I think of them.

"Why are you so bipolar? You treat me nice but talk to me like dirt." Mother only smiles when I confess my feelings to them, which only gives her a reason to tease me like she always likes to do.

"Why? You also want me to treat you like dirt? You're such a pervy little thing." Mother touches my chin and makes me look up at them. When they say that with such a seductive voice, I feel a little hypnotized; it even makes me wonder why I hate them.

"You will become so attached to me you will not be able to refuse anything I ask from you; you're already so docile." What did mother mean by that? I have no idea; I only know that it arouses me every time she speaks in such a soft tone; it's like a drug; I want to hear that every day, all day!

{The rotating realm - Qian Ding}

As the end of the first week passes and we reach the beginning of the second week, we finally arrive at the foot of the Witch's Kingdom in the middle of the forest. I look outside the window as we slowly make our way into the city, just to feel a mystique sensation when I see the Witch's houses and extravagant clothes.

Children are running around, and younger Witches are walking freely, doing some trades and other chores, but it's strange when I notice there are no men or boys anywhere in sight. Yet the city looks so clean and well-built. I doubt for a second that some women alone managed to do all of it themselves.

"This is the Witch Kingdom, the nation that utterly hates males, so leave the window and come here. You'll have to crossdress while you're here." Mother suddenly pulls me away from the window view just to shove some mid-century maid's costume I refuse to put on; oh, hell no!

"Do I have to?" I ask Mother, who only giggles at me.

"Unless you want to die, you'll have to wear this and act like a girl." Mother menacingly answers, which only forces me to reluctantly change into the maid clothing, which is utterly humiliating. I know my small body is kind of androgynous, but it just feels so wrong to wear stuff like this.

I've never worn a skirt, nor have I ever had to wear high-tight like I'm some sort of hooker! Ugh! It's utter torture! Still, Mother tries to reassure me once I finish dressing up as she requests, but it only makes me feel even worse!

"You look so cute! Who is that cute girl I see?" I know Mother is only trying to make me feel better, but her words just do the opposite; on the other hand, I can finally keep looking outside the window.

The realm of the Witches is nothing short of strange; the aura around the entire forest reeks of peace and tranquility, but how can that be? From what I've seen in the human world, males are not only physically stronger but also gather more magical particles toward them compared to females, so how could this nation even exist?

Not to worry, though, because it only drives my sexual fantasies even more when I begin to look at adorable, sexy girls all around the place. The Witch Forest is definitely not the ideal place where you should bring a virgin otaku! I can't hold back my desires! Oh my god!

"Calm your horny thoughts down, you disgust me." Mother mentions her opinion about me, followed by a very loud and solid spank that makes me slowly get down to my seat again.

"Why would you bring me here? You know I'm at that age, don't you?" I try to defend myself with the excuse of my body looking like that of a small boy about to hit puberty, but it barely makes Mother flinch.

"Because nobody makes better weapons and equipment than the old hag who resides here. Human blacksmiths are shit compared to Witch Blacksmiths." Mother's words only confuse me even further. I just can't understand how it is even possible.

"Are you like them? Are you a Witch Mother?" Mother only smiles again but patiently responds to my dumb question.

"MPH! I wish I'd be even more powerful if I were." How could anyone be any stronger than Mother Focalor? From what I've seen, they're the strongest beings alive, and yet she says they would be even stronger if they were a Witch. But then what the heck are they?!