I Shall Cuck Everyone-Chapter 464: Back To The Witches’ Abode

After Alphonso agreed to my deal, we teleported back to my home on Earth. Zamira and Jill were surprised to see him.

"Hey, I thought you died or something. Where the hell have you been hiding?" Zamira asked with a cheeky grin.

"Well, trying to settle down," Alphonso said, spreading his hands wide. I could tell he was avoiding bantering with Zamira today as much as possible.

"Heh, I thought you couldn't bag girls, fufu," Zamira taunted again.

"Shut up, you evil bitch. You're acting all tough. I thought you said you would never submit to a man. But look at you—you're now married and pregnant after all that big talk. What a shame…" Alphonso said, mockingly teasing Zamira.

"Well, at least I got pregnant for someone worthy. What about you? I doubt your thing even works, kekeke old man," Zamira laughed, and I saw a vein bulge on Alphonso's head as it looked ready to rupture. I mean, she hit him where it hurt the most, even though she said it jokingly. It was the reality.

If it wasn't for the fact that we both came inside at the same time, he would have thought I told Zamira his secret. Thank goodness I didn't have to explain.

Well…

"That's enough, you two. Alphonso, if you have issues with my wife, you should settle it properly because I don't appreciate you calling her a bitch. Zamira, I would also appreciate it if you speak to Alphonso with respect. He was my teacher back then, and I respect him," I said, and both of them frowned.

"O-Okay, darling," Zamira agreed and turned to Alphonso. "I'm sorry for being rude."

"I'm also sorry for calling you a bitch. It was out of anger," Alphonso apologized, bowing slightly.

Even though we were close, the hierarchy still stood. Zamira was above Alphonso, especially since he relieved himself of duty, and as the crown prince, I was above them all. They had no choice but to listen to me. Without even using my status, I could bend their will with sheer aura.

Sometimes, it's worth glazing myself.

"Anyways, let's get going," I said and began leading Alphonso toward the warp room when suddenly I bumped into Zella on the way.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" she asked, glancing at Alphonso behind me.

"Well, he's my teacher. You don't know him because you left by the time he began tutoring me," I said, and Zella greeted him politely.

"Oh, she's the witch's daughter. What a striking resemblance… and the same feeling of dre—"

"ALPHONSO!" I said in a slightly angry voice.

"S-Sorry," Alphonso muttered and quickly walked past us.

"Let me guess, my mother cursed him, huh?" Zella asked in a low voice as Alphonso walked away in frustration. I nodded.

"Tee-hee, I'm not even angry at him," Zella giggled.

"So Ophelia has cursed quite a lot of people," I said with a sigh and walked after Alphonso, who had entered the wrong room in annoyance. I redirected him to the right one.

"I'm sorry, Jake. I get so riled up these days," Alphonso apologized.

"It's fine. I just hope you respect my wives once you get your junk back," I replied, feigning anger as I typed in the coordinates that would lead to Ophelia's dimension.

Ninety percent of witches don't live on a planet and instead reside in a secluded dimension controlled by Ophelia. Ophelia is one hell of a dictator. Even though she's my woman now, there's not much I can tell her to do. She's extremely stubborn. I'm not even sure she'll agree to lift the curse she placed on Alphonso.

"Can you please stop calling my penis junk?"

"It's junk because it's useless. I mean, you can't get it up, buddy. But raise your head high and stand proud because I'm about to save you," I said. Instead of taking offense like I expected, Alphonso laughed.

"Well, what about the old fart?"

"No redemption for him. He'd probably start popping babies everywhere if his junk started working. Besides, Ophelia is pretty strict—she probably wouldn't even consider lifting the curse," I said, and we both laughed.

Soon after, the warper buzzed to life. Once the coordinates locked in, I grabbed Alphonso's hand and we stepped inside together.

We appeared instantly on the other side and were greeted by several beautiful witches standing near the portal we opened. They wore red yukatas, their hair tied neatly into single buns, with sharp eyebrows and soft pink lips.

"Wow, such beauties. It's a shame there's no man around here—"

"Hey, lower your voice. Don't let their appearance fool you. They're dangerous as hell. Even if they don't kill you, their curses are no joke," I warned Alphonso, trying to scare him a little. The girls showed no signs of hostility, but Alphonso still swallowed hard, sweat forming on his forehead.

The witches bowed immediately when they saw me and spoke into devices in their hands, as if reporting something.

"This place never ceases to amaze me. I heard this colony warps every minute, sometimes every few seconds depending on how they set it in case of invasion. Each room constantly interchanges. Only witches can navigate it," Alphonso muttered behind me.

I didn't reply. Instead, I addressed one of the girls and told her I wanted to see Ophelia.

"We don't have direct access to the Matriarch, but we've contacted her maid since an order was given to always grant you permission," one of the witches said.

Just as she finished speaking, a figure appeared in a flash out of thin air. I recognized her immediately—Ophelia's maid, the one who always looked at me strangely, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

She bowed deeply upon seeing me.

"How may I be of service, my lord?" she asked.

I was instantly shocked by the way she addressed me. The last time I came here she wasn't this polite, she only called me "Highness" because of my status. This was different. Did Ophelia order her to address me like this?

"I want to see Ophelia. Can you take me to her?" I asked.

"Alright… I can do that. But would you like me to serve you before taking you to meet my master?" she asked, bowing again.

"Serve me?"

"Yes. The Matriarch has ordered me to give you anything you desire. It would be an honor to warm your bed, my lord," the maid said, and instantly my body reacted.

It was unbelievable. Did Ophelia really grant me these privileges? What the hell was happening?

I was about to accept her offer, but I remembered why I came here.

"Alright, I appreciate it, but I have a pressing matter right now. I want you to take me to Ophelia immediately—along with this man," I said, pointing at Alphonso, who had been shocked the entire time.

"Understood. I hope you allow me to take care of you next time, my lord," the maid said with a bow. I caught a flash of disappointment on her face. The other witches nearby also had faint blushes on their cheeks.

What the hell is going on? Don't tell me all these witches are horny and yearning for a cock.

"Man, I didn't know you had this much influence here," Alphonso whispered behind me while the maid prepared a rune to take us to Ophelia.