Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: A Quiet Breast Orgasm in the Library
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"This is the library in the Great Witch's mansion."
After the meal and shower.
Medeia guided me straight to the library.
"This is... even more impressive than I imagined."
As expected of witches who value magic above all.
They'd turned an entire annex of the mansion into a library.
Inside were bookshelves beyond counting.
And those shelves were filled with countless books.
"These are books from outside combined with those our witch clan has written since ancient times."
Medeia explained calmly as I stood there amazed.
"Anyone can read the books here without restrictions."
"You mean all of them?"
Normally, books—especially magic tomes—have strict limits on who can read them.
Even the books in my family were restricted to nobles.
"Witches place great importance on the advancement of knowledge, and that opportunity must be given to all witches."
"But I'm not a witch."
"……."
Medeia stared at me steadily.
"You're not a witch, guest, but you are the Great Witch's husband. That qualifies you to enter this library."
So I could read whatever I wanted.
'Being able to read the witches' books. That's worth the trip here alone.'
The witches' magic far surpasses that of humans.
What if I learned their knowledge directly?
'I'd become the greatest mage among humans.'
Once I left this place, I'd have to drive out the family head and claim the family.
For that, I needed to grow as a mage.
"Can I start reading right away?"
"...Go ahead."
I quickly found a book to read.
Of course, they were all related to magic.
'Wow, the level is seriously high. Every single one is groundbreaking.'
Just ten minutes after sitting at the desk and reading, I was in awe.
Magic development and application far beyond humans.
Plus ingenious ideas that made me wonder why I hadn't thought of them.
'A clan that's lived for centuries researching only magic is on another level.'
Humans have magic talent in only a rare few.
Witches, on the other hand, are all mages.
Even the most untalented witch would be treated as a genius among humans.
A Great Witch was in a realm no human could touch—godlike.
The magical scholarship they'd accumulated was staggering.
'Well, even that Great Witch turns into a moaning bitch when I fuck her.'
*Scrape. Thud.*
"Hm?"
About thirty minutes into reading.
Medeia sat down next to me.
She started reading her own book without a word.
A beauty with such a cold expression reading... somehow...
'What magnificent tits.'
The thought came naturally.
My eyes, which had been on my book, locked onto her chest as if it were the most obvious thing.
Look at those buttons on her maid uniform.
They're screaming for mercy.
"...What is it?"
"Nothing."
Medeia glanced at me, noticing my stare.
Then she turned back to her book.
I resumed studying, then reached out.
Toward Medeia's breasts.
-Knead... knead...
The heavy weight filled my hand.
Even through her clothes and bra, the softness was palpable.
Size, mass, texture—perfect tits.
There had to be some happiness spell on them; the more I groped, the better it felt.
"...What exactly are you doing?"
Medeia's icy gaze hit me.
I kept groping shamelessly, without stopping.
"Couldn't help it with these tits right in front of me."
"...What kind of horny mutt are you? You're a married man groping tits while reading."
"Maybe it's that meal you gave me?"
"……."
Not entirely a lie.
Maybe the witches' nutritional supplement was working.
My lower half had been throbbing since earlier.
"I told you, save that energy for the Great Witch."
"I plan to. But tits are fine, right?"
Medeia seemed speechless at my audacity.
"Plus, groping tits like this heals me while I study, so I learn better."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"If I, the Great Witch's husband, can use magic even a little better, won't that help her?"
"...Pathetic. Do you think a mere human's magic could help me, let alone the Great Witch?"
Medeia sneered coldly, insulting me.
But saying that while dressed as a maid and getting her tits groped just made her hotter.
"Still, as her husband, I'm trying to support her. Cooperate for the Great Witch's sake."
"Sigh."
Medeia finally sighed and returned to her book.
'She's weak when it comes to Kirke, as expected.'
With her silent permission.
I started groping her tits in earnest.
'I've wanted to touch these since I first saw them.'
I leisurely fondled them, savoring the feel.
Reading while playing with huge tits like these— was this heaven?
After playing freely for a while.
I began caressing them more deliberately.
'Nipples are already hard.'
Suddenly, a stiff nub poked my hand.
Acting nonchalant.
Even Medeia couldn't resist the amplified pleasure.
'Ancestor's pleasure magic is cheat-level. Turning even this icy woman like this.'
And feeling her nipples harden without removing her clothes.
How huge were these tits?
'Let's see how long this icy maid can hold out.'
I gently rubbed around her erect nipples with my fingers.
-Twitch!
Maybe startled by the new touch and pleasure.
Medeia's shoulder jerked.
'Holding out better than I thought?'
She must feel intense pleasure centered on her nipples.
Yet she refused to react, focusing on her book.
'Pointless resistance anyway.'
How long did I torment her nipples?
"Hng... mm...!"
Finally, a faint moan escaped Medeia's lips.
She gripped her book tightly, desperately holding back.
But her body shuddering made it pointless.
'Can't even focus on the book anymore.'
The pages hadn't turned in a while.
She was at her limit just enduring the pleasure from her tits.
Her breaths, strained to hold back, were rough and humid.
Sweat beaded on her forehead and jaw.
'Still holding out? She's at her limit but pushing.'
Even feeling this much, her expression barely changed.
This level of endurance was almost admirable.
Of course, no intention of going easy.
-Pinch!
"!!"
I suddenly pressed hard on her fully erect nipple.
Already aroused, she couldn't hold it.
"Ngh... hngh...!"
Medeia's waist trembled violently.
The telltale reaction of a woman climaxing.
Instinctively thrusting her tits forward.
A sweet voice leaked from her pursed lips, uncontainable.
'Nothing beats the thrill of this moment.'
A cold, rational woman rejecting men.
Finally submitting her body to pleasure from caresses.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I'd persistently trained and developed her for this scene.
"Haa... haa..."
Medeia tensed rigidly for a moment, then suddenly went limp.
Muscles contracting from the orgasm, probably.
"What's wrong, Medeia?"
I asked innocently, and she glared at me.
Then she set down her book and abruptly stood.
"...It's nothing."
Hoh? Impressive.
A sloppy mansion maid would be begging for cock and sex by now.
Medeia maintained her poker face like before.
"You're going too far with the jokes."
Medeia stood from her seat.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she kept her cold face, looking down at me.
That effort to suppress her pleasure only turned me on more.
"You're a married man, guest. You need to watch those rude hands."
"Didn't feel good for you either, Medeia?"
"...That's a separate issue."
She couldn't deny feeling it.
Makes sense—climaxing from tit play alone without undressing.
"You should save that stamina for the Great Witch anyway."
Still drawing the line for loyalty to the Great Witch.
'Handjobs and paizuri are okay, but not me touching her body. What a weird type.'
A living onahole I could use freely would be great.
But if I can't fuck it, what's the point?
'Should've gone bare-titted.'
But undressing would've led to more resistance.
Medeia was best tamed slowly.
"Also, this is a public space. No one here now, luckily, but be careful or someone might see."
That's what makes it thrilling.
This rigid secretary didn't get the appeal of arousal.
'Outdoor sex has its own thrill and excitement.'
Medeia checked the clock mid-sentence.
"It's gotten quite late. Time to meet the Great Witch."
"Already? I haven't finished the books."
"Because you were groping my tits."
Her cold gaze pierced me.
"For a harmonious marriage, you need regular meetings. You don't plan to only see her at night, do you?"
"Of course not."
I planned to keep a good relationship with Kirke regardless of night.
'She moans under me at night, but she's the head of the witch clan.'
Her power was essential long-term.
Training her as my woman was a given.
And building marital bonds, naturally.
"Head to the garden then. Kirke always strolls there at this hour and enjoys tea."
"You're not coming, Medeia?"
"...I won't disturb your time. I have my own tasks. Excuse me."
Medeia hurried off saying that.
Clear fluids trickled down her thighs under her maid skirt.
'Going to change her panties, huh.'
Rejecting coldly while her pussy was already primed for fucking.
Well, unsatisfying ending on my end too.
Time to taste the Great Witch's daytime outdoor pussy.