Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Adopted Daughter Serves Tit Tonic, Mother Gives Head
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“Well, what do you think? Honestly, I won the bet. This is already a huge concession for your cheating.”
“…….”
Medeia stared intently at me and the tonics for a moment.
She seemed to be weighing her options on how to proceed.
“...Specifically, how should I do it?”
I barely suppressed a laugh and replied.
“Hold one vial in your mouth and pass it to me with a kiss, and put the other in your cleavage so I can drink it.”
“You're insane.”
Medeia didn't bother hiding her disgust anymore.
She openly showed her loathing toward me.
But that's what made it so hot—having a woman like this reluctantly do naughty things.
“How do you even come up with such perverted ideas? Do they have copulation academies in the human world or something?”
“If I had to say, it's self-taught. I'm kind of a genius that way.”
“Genius isn't the word for it. There's only one genius in this world, and that's Lady Great Witch.”
Medeia approached me with the tonics, as if she had no choice.
“...Fine, come here. Since it's come to this, let's just get it over with quickly.”
Medeia and I drew very close.
She put the tonic in her mouth and grabbed my face to keep me from escaping.
‘Come to think of it, this is my first kiss with Medeia.’
I've seen her naked, gotten a paizuri, even a handjob.
But a kiss being first felt strangely thrilling.
“Mmm.”
Our lips met.
Soon, the tonic flowed between our lips.
At this close range, I could see every pore.
Her body heat and breath carried a subtle warmth.
“Haa. Satisfied now?”
“You still have to do it with your breasts.”
“...How the hell does that even work?”
“Could you gather them with your hands first?”
Medeia cupped her breasts together like she was giving a paizuri.
A deep cleavage formed.
‘Kuh! Now that's what a proper woman's tits are for.’
Maybe because they were so huge and firm.
Even her awkward movements created a perfect valley.
‘Big tits like these are truly a marvel.’
I poured the tonic into her cleavage.
Flinch!
Her body twitched slightly from the coolness.
“Cold?”
“...Just drink it already.”
Her face screamed she wanted to blast me away right then.
“Ah, after one vial, I'm feeling a bit queasy.”
“You wouldn't break the promise, would you?”
“No, no, not that.”
I'd drink it, of course.
But it'd be better in a more enjoyable mood.
“If Medeia begged me to drink her tit tonic, I'd down it right away. Especially with 'Master' added at the end.”
“Do I look insane enough to do that?”
“Isn't a bit leaking down already?”
“…….”
Maybe it was too much for her cleavage alone.
The tonic trickled down bit by bit.
Her stomach and navel getting wet was erotic as hell.
“Ahh~ You should beg quick if you want me to drink it.”
“......Please.”
“What? Say it louder.”
“Please drink my tit tonic, Mas-ter.”
Medeia said it like an emotionless robot.
A stone would have more feeling.
‘A bit disappointing, but she did it, so I'll let it slide.’
Any more, and she might actually use force.
“Then, if you'll excuse me~”
“Shut up and finish quick.”
I pressed my lips to her cleavage with a grin.
‘Can't resist a busty maid's tit tonic.’
Even the nectar of immortals couldn't top this.
I slowly drank the tonic from her breasts.
As the tonic vanished from her cleavage, Medeia pulled away like she'd been waiting.
“......The tonic trickling between my breasts feels disgusting.”
“Aw, what a shame. Want me to lick it clean?”
“Go die.”
No chance of licking, apparently. Medeia wiped her cleavage with a towel herself.
The motion was subtly lewd.
Women with big tits make anything look sexy.
‘What a waste. Fingers or my dick in that cleavage would be even better.’
Oh well, save that pleasure for later.
“Thanks, that was great. Looking forward to more.”
“...You don't plan to do this every day, do you?”
“I wouldn't mind starting bets from scratch each time.”
“...You're truly trash.”
Medeia put her underwear back on.
‘Undressing is great, but watching her dress has its own charm.’
I savored the sight of her panties sliding between her legs.
Her smooth thighs and firm ass were model-worthy.
‘Teasing her is so satisfying. Fucking her would be even better.’
The urge to thrust into Medeia's pussy and make her moan kept rising.
****
After drinking the tonic and finishing my remaining studies,
I had dinner with Kirke.
We hadn't eaten together once today due to various reasons.
Breakfast separately, lunch skipped lightly.
So we agreed to have dinner together, and I met her right in the dining hall.
“Ooh, this is delicious.”
“Our estate's chef is quite skilled.”
The dinner was lavish.
Cream pasta enriched with crab meat.
Salad with truffles and special sauce.
Veal steak perfectly seared.
Luxurious even by my noble standards.
‘Witches have no money worries thanks to research knowledge and items, huh.’
That's why the whole clan can indulge in expensive magic.
‘They can make food like this, yet fed me nothing but eel and oysters from breakfast onward.’
Those were tasty too, of course.
Good enough for every morning.
Kirke elegantly ate her salad and asked me.
“So, getting used to life here?”
“I'm studying for now.”
“Excellent. When you have time, tour the estate. Lots of interesting things.”
Kirke smiled brightly as she spoke.
Even after taking my dick, her eyes brimmed with affection.
‘Or maybe satisfying sex makes her feel that way?’
Women are drawn to men who pleasure them—pure instinct.
“The estate's nice, but can I go outside?”
“Hmm... Could you wait a bit on that?”
Kirke looked troubled.
“Many witches aren't used to men. They'd be shocked seeing you.”
“They need time to adjust, huh.”
“They'll adapt soon enough. No need to rush.”
“I'll take it easy. Life here is plenty enjoyable already.”
“Hehe, glad to hear it.”
Truth be told, the estate kept me plenty busy.
Fucking Kirke in spare moments, teasing Medeia.
Magic studies alone would fly by.
‘Gotta restart workouts to stay limber.’
Still much of the estate unknown.
Time to settle in slowly.
‘No rush, take it step by step.’
Earning trust to leave would take time anyway.
Until then, rack up points as a dutiful husband.
“Believe it or not, I was a noble outside.”
“Mm, yes. Life here must be inconvenient for nobility?”
“It's great. What I mean is...”
I glanced around cautiously before getting to the point.
“I'm worried you're so busy, Kirke.”
“Me?”
“My bride shouldn't have a moment's rest. Once I learn magic, I'll help with work.”
“Ah...”
Kirke's mouth fell open in slight surprise.
Then she beamed an angelic smile.
“That alone makes me so happy. I chose my groom well.”
“I'm serious.”
Helping Kirke benefits me too.
Deeper involvement in witch clan affairs.
Essential for my plans.
“Of course, my skills are still lacking, so it's distant.”
“Hehe! Take it step by step. We have plenty of time.”
“True. The most urgent is getting you pregnant, right?”
“Eek, ha? Ah, hmm! H-hmm! S-suddenly that topic...”
Still shy about that stuff?
Kirke's pale cheeks flushed red.
“No need to rush that either.”
“With creampies every day, it should happen soon.”
“Hmm! Uhmm! Hmm!”
Even her ears turned pink.
She sipped wine to compose herself.
“...Witches have low pregnancy rates by nature.”
“Really...?”
“As you know, witchkind propagate via magic. Reproductive organs are nearly vestigial.”
Interesting info.
First time hearing this from a long-lived race.
“Thus, witches' biological fertility has atrophied.”
“...I see.”
“No one-shot pregnancies like humans. It's an extremely low probability.”
Explains Medeia's frenzy.
Pregnancy is hard for witches.
‘Low odds, so maximize insertions, huh.’
...Thought it'd be quick.
Tougher road than expected.
‘Plan to pop out a kid every 10 months to grow the clan? Busted.’
On the flip side, fuck other witches guilt-free?
No babies anyway.
‘Prioritize Kirke first, though.’
Even wives have principal and concubines.
Great Witch last to conceive? No way.
“Heavy responsibility on me. I'll do my best.”
“N-no need. You're already overdoing it.”
“No. I'll definitely impregnate Lady Great Witch!”
“D-don't shout that!”
Kirke flicked her hand, sending salad into my mouth.
Worried about eavesdroppers?
“Munch. In that spirit, I'll visit your room tonight too.”
“...You were coming anyway, weren't you?”
“True enough.”
Look at those massive tits and perfect birthing hips.
Any man would instinctively want to breed her.
“I'll make sure you sleep satisfied again tonight.”
“...Tonight, I won't just be along for the ride.”
And when night fell,
“Mmm... slurp... smooch... ♥”
“Ah, that's good. Rub it more with your tongue.”
“Hmmm... suck... ♥”
Kirke buried her face in my crotch, diligently sucking my cock.
Gazing up at me with loving eyes.