Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: When Thirsty, It's Maid Fellatio Service
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I quickly adapted to life in the Witch Territory.
Truth be told, my daily routine was pretty straightforward to begin with.
Fuck Kirke, tease Medeia.
Handle meals and the usual stuff.
Spend all the remaining time studying magic.
The more I learned, the more I grew as a mage.
So naturally, I dove headfirst into my studies.
'Phew. Witch magic really is something else.'
Maybe it's because they're a clan that's spent centuries researching magic.
Every book I read felt like a lifetime of enlightenment.
At the same time, that realization brought a sense of frustration.
'Can I really keep up with witch magic?'
Each book brought me one step closer to the witches.
But at the same time, it pushed me ten steps further away.
Simply piling up knowledge would be easy enough.
But grasping the principles and fundamentals? Impossible.
The more I learned, the more I felt my own limitations closing in.
Witches born as mages, devoting centuries to magic research.
Versus a mere human like me, who only picked up magic as a tool for power and land.
There was an insurmountable racial gap between us, vast and yawning.
'...I'm thirsty.'
I'd been called a genius in my own right.
This feeling of inadequacy was a first for me.
I wanted to learn more, reach for those lofty heights.
But my current position felt so terribly low.
No clue how to bridge that gap quickly.
'I need to raise my magic level fast if I want to fuck the witches more often and get out of here for revenge.'
I'd started out thinking I'd take it slow and prepare leisurely.
But knowing my own level made that impossible.
"...You look tired."
That's when Medeia, sitting beside me, spoke up.
Medeia was my dedicated maid, always by my side.
When I studied, she'd read magic books right alongside me.
I'd snuck a peek at her reading once before.
She was deep into magic research herself.
'If Medeia went out into the human world, she'd be hailed as a once-in-a-generation genius and make her name known across entire nations.'
Using talent like this just as a personal maid for an outsider.
It really drove home how elite the witches were.
"...Don't be so impatient."
"Huh?"
"Catching up to witch magic as a human takes a lot of effort."
"Oh... Was it that obvious what I was thinking?"
"Well, if I had to say, I'm in the same boat."
Same boat.
Her words made my eyes blink involuntarily.
"A human and a witch in the same boat?"
"...I mean, there was a time when I had the same worries. The greatest genius of the witch clan was right by my side, after all."
The Great Witch Kirke.
That title went to the most outstanding witch in the clan.
'In other words, Kirke's the top genius even among witches.'
And Medeia had lived as her adopted daughter.
She must've compared herself to Kirke and agonized over it plenty.
'In a way, it's like we share the same pain.'
Looked like Medeia had already walked the path I was on.
Or maybe even struggled more, being a witch herself.
"Wow, what's this? You're actually comforting me?"
"...It's just that if your face looks like death, Kirke would hate it."
I tried joking around a bit, feeling a touch of camaraderie.
But she threw up an iron wall right away.
'Still, her advice helps. I can't aim for Kirke as my goal.'
The Great Witch was too far beyond my current level.
Coldly put, even reaching full witch status wasn't guaranteed.
"...By the way, Medeia, what's your magic level like?"
"As I said before, I'm just a half-baked amateur. Witches at my level are a dime a dozen."
Even Medeia was only slightly below average?
This clan's balance was totally busted.
'No, wait. They're a long-lived species living centuries, so age plays a big role, right?'
Kirke was already over 300 years old, a Great Witch.
Her adopted daughter Medeia might not be that old yet.
"Come to think of it, how old are you, Medeia? Older than me, at least, right?"
"……."
Zing.
Medeia glared at me with her purple eyes.
"...It's rude to ask a woman's age."
"Ah, sorry."
Medeia took a deep breath, gearing up to speak.
"Long-lived species like us don't put much stock in age to begin with. Unlike humans, we maintain peak youthful prime throughout our lives. From a human perspective, you could call it eternal twenties. Being older doesn't mean we're old—it's just enjoying youth for a long time."
She was way more talkative than usual.
'Guess age is a sore spot after all.'
Still, she was definitely much older than me.
No real meaning to it for a long-lived race, sure.
"So you're basically my big sis, then."
"...You really talk too much."
"Wanna switch to casual speech? I'll call you sis if you do."
"Get lost."
Rejected with icy dismissal.
"You're the Great Witch's husband to begin with, and I'm just your servant maid. Strictly speaking, your position is higher. It makes sense for me to use honorifics and you to be casual."
"Oh, really? In that case, I'll go casual."
"……."
I jumped on it quick, and Medeia furrowed her brow.
But she couldn't take back her own words.
"Wow~ If you wanted me casual, you should've said so sooner. I was fine with it anytime."
"...Aren't you getting too familiar?"
"What's the harm? Oh, from now on, I'll just call you Medeia, so come when I call. Got it?"
"Sigh... How did I end up with a motor-mouth like you as the Great Witch's husband?"
She sighed and made a face like she'd been had, but it was too late.
I'd been itching to drop the formalities anyway.
'Close relationships start with speech and nicknames, after all.'
Medeia's defenses were tougher than expected.
Need to solidify the master-servant dynamic first to create an opening.
"Medeia the maid, I'm tired from studying, so suck me off."
"If you've got that much energy, go to Kirke..."
"Want me to shove a nutrient pill down your throat?"
"Hoo! Fine."
Medeia shook her head like she was done with me.
Maybe because I'd threatened her with nutrient pills so much.
Now, just mentioning them made her back off on most things.
"Don't you know stress is the enemy of libido? If my condition tanks because of this, what if I can't fuck tonight?"
"...I'll make it quick, so drop your pants."
As she spoke, Medeia gathered her hair back.
The poised stance of a woman prepped for a blowjob.
'All that gaslighting paid off—she's gotten used to blowjobs now.'
I dropped my pants and waited for Medeia to come over.
Her eyes narrowed as she naturally brought her face to my dick.
"...Why's it already hard?"
"What do you expect with a big-titted beauty like you next to me?"
"...Perverted bastard."
She didn't even hide the insult anymore as she started the blowjob.
"Mm."
Her cherry lips parted cutely.
She started by licking the tip like a cat with the very end of her tongue.
-Lick... lick...
'Damn. This thrill is why I can't stop ordering blowjobs.'
The ice-cold maid who insults me.
Clinging to my dick and servicing it with her mouth.
No matter how many times I see it, it's a turn-on.
"Mm... lick... haa..."
This time, she licked from the base all the way up slowly.
Her tongue finally reached the tip.
The soft texture made pre-cum leak from my dick.
And when her lips finally touched it...
"Slurp!"
Medeia immediately engulfed the head and started sucking hard.
Pursing her lips for suction while rubbing the tip intensely with her tongue.
'...She's a total pro at dick-sucking now.'
She'd always been pretty good at blowjobs.
But with all the practice on my dick, she was expert-level now.
For me, used to it, sure.
But any guy experiencing this for the first time would blow immediately.
"Mmm. Slurp."
She went into full blowjob mode.
Stuffing my dick deep in her mouth, moving her jaw to stroke the whole length.
"Mmph! Glrk! Gllrk! Slrrp!"
The room filled with dick-sucking sounds straight out of porn.
'Bet Medeia could outdo most AV actresses.'
Her head bobbed fast, her technique artistic.
Stimulating the shaft all over with her mouth.
Then poking the slit with her tongue—orgasm building quick.
'She's a genius at wringing out a guy's load.'
Medeia kept sucking relentlessly.
The pace of her head movements was electric.
"Hoo."
A satisfied groan escaped me without thinking.
She glanced up, saw my reaction, and focused on my favorite spots.
'Guh! Is it the maid work? Her stamina's insane.'
Even a pro hooker might not bob her head this fast.
I was lost in the pleasure surging through my dick.
-Twitch!
My dick shuddered as climax rose.
My hips bucked involuntarily from the pleasure.
Medeia hugged my lower body tight with both hands to hold me in place.
"Slrrp! Slrrp! Slrrp! Suck! Sluuuurp!"
'Whoa, insane.'
Her fierce sucking screamed determination to make me cum.
Felt like a vacuum sucking my dick.
The tight embrace was stimulating too.
Like a sloth clinging to a tree—lewd as hell.
'The pressure and softness are mind-blowing.'
This woman slurping my dick so vulgarly.
And it's the icy Medeia.
'Kirke's hot, but Medeia's a total turn-on too.'
The stimulation was great, but.
This situation made it even hotter.
Every guy fantasizes about getting his dick sucked while pinned down, right?
"Medeia, I'm gonna cum."
I warned her, and obediently she shoved my dick deeper into her throat, ready for my load.
I blissed out and unleashed freely into her throat pussy.
-Spurt! Spurt!
As I came, Medeia's throat bobbed gulp after gulp.
A stacked beauty like this swallowing my cum obediently.
The thrill and conquest rushed ecstasy through my body.
'No wonder I can't stop ordering her around.'
"Slrrp... haa... lick..."
Medeia cleaned my dick spotless with her mouth and tongue at the end.
My dick stood tall again, indistinguishable from before I came.
"Hoo. Satisfied now?"
"That was great. Your sucking skills keep improving."
"...I just hurried to get it over with and save time."
I chuckled at her haughty reply.
For all her words, Medeia was getting properly trained in blowjobs.
Thanks to the magic, my dick and cum tasted like the finest delicacy to her.
'A bit more, and one command would have her on her knees instantly.'
When I finally fuck her, I'll teach her reward sex after blowjobs.
Train her so her pussy drips at the thought of getting pounded.
'The issue is how to fuck her.'
Oblivious to my thoughts, Medeia finished her duty and focused on feeding me the nutrient pill.
"Now for the nutrient pill..."
She rummaged in her pocket and frowned.
"No prepared pills. I'll get some from the potion workshop."
"Potion workshop?"
"Where we make magic potions. There's a separate alchemy lab, but we mostly use this one."
Witch magic potions.
And they make aphrodisiacs there too.
'This could be useful.'
I quickly calculated and asked Medeia.
"Mind if I come along?"
Eh, even if she says no, I'm going anyway.