Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: If You Want Something, Start with Fellatio Service
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“Excuse me.”
At that moment, the door opened and someone stepped inside.
It was Kirke, panting heavily as if she'd rushed over in a hurry.
Hmm, nice breast bounce today, too.
Medeia stood behind her.
She spotted me and shot me a sharp glare.
'What? What did I even do?'
I hadn't even groped her tits or ass yet.
I'd been nothing but polite—guiding her here, answering her questions. This felt so unfair.
“Ahem! Ahem! It's been a while, Lady Morgan.”
“Oh, yes. It's been ages, Kirke.”
Morgan rose to return Kirke's greeting.
The difference from how she'd treated me was night and day.
It was like watching a close neighborhood little sister reunite with her big sis.
'Even dragons see Great Witches as something special.'
Makes sense. That's why she'd shown up after getting our wedding invitation.
At the very least, it meant she was close enough to congratulate us on the marriage.
“You should have given me a heads-up. I could've come out to greet you personally...”
“Greet me? Please. I'm not a child, and it's not like I'd get lost.”
The two chatted amiably back and forth.
As I sat there feeling a bit awkward, Medeia sidled over and tugged at me.
“...What did you do to Lady Morgan?”
She whispered it while glancing warily at the pair.
“What do you mean, 'what'? Nothing.”
“Like groping her tits or kneading her ass? Same stuff you pull on me?”
“You think I'd try that on a dragon and not get roasted?”
“Hmmm.”
Medeia eyed me suspiciously.
'This is so unfair.'
Sure, I'd made her give me blowjobs from our very first meeting.
And yeah, she still serviced me regularly.
But this was a dragon. No way I'd risk that.
“Oh, and this is my husband, Kal.”
Kirke introduced me to Morgan.
“As you can see, he's human.”
“Yeah. We've already introduced ourselves.”
Morgan glanced at me and smirked.
“The marriage itself surprised me, but for you to marry such a puny little man? That's unexpected, Kirke.”
Her eyes and expression dripped with clear disdain.
It didn't bother me at all, but Kirke's face fell.
“...Even you, Lady Morgan. Saying that about my husband... That hurts a little.”
“Eh? Wait, no, that's not what I— ”
“I don't wanna hear it.”
Kirke turned her head away in a pout.
Morgan visibly panicked.
'Whoa, that's unexpected.'
I figured dragons wouldn't give a damn what anyone said.
But here she was, fumbling around in front of Kirke.
Meanwhile, Kirke's reaction was adorable.
She was always the one protecting everyone back in the village, but look at her whining to her big sis like that.
'My wife's sexy, big-hearted... and cute as hell.'
I'd already been raring to go after eyeing Morgan's tits and ass.
Tonight was shaping up to be extra steamy.
“...Sorry if I offended you.”
Morgan finally caved and apologized.
“I shouldn't have spoken without knowing him properly.”
“No, no. To a great being like you, I'm sure I seem lacking.”
It felt a bit like groveling,
but I hadn't been upset anyway, so I accepted it readily.
“If anything, it just shows how much you treasure my wife. I think you're a good person.”
“Oh, Kal...”
Kirke gazed at me, touched.
Yeah, even I had to admit that was some prime husband material right there.
“Hmph! A human like you, all talk.”
“Morgan!”
“Fine, fine. I'll watch my mouth.”
Morgan cleared her throat with an ahem-ahem.
Then she glanced my way.
'Hold up. You say that crap to me, then expect me to smooth things over?'
Only reason I put up with it was those tits bigger than my head.
“Anyway, Lady Morgan, what brings you here? Just to celebrate our wedding?”
“Oh, of course not.”
She latched right onto my words like they made perfect sense.
Kirke looked like she wanted to say more,
but with me—the person involved—changing the subject, she couldn't very well drag it out.
“Truth is, I'm all out of the magic tools I got from you. I'd like some more.”
“Already? You went through all those so fast?”
“Ahem! You know my habits. It's been over a year since I took them.”
“Even so... Well, no problem, I guess.”
Magic tools, huh.
Even a dragon like Morgan bought them from witches?
'Either witches are better at making them, or she's too lazy. One or the other.'
No wonder witchkind had such insane wealth.
Doing business with elves and dragons? Money problems weren't even on the table.
“Can't be helped, then. Let me check the magic tool stock for you.”
“Mind if I tag along? I'd like to pick them out myself.”
“...Guess I'll have to go personally. Can't let my girls get bullied.”
Kirke and Morgan headed out together naturally.
Kirke shot me a quick glance on the way.
'Huh? What was that look?'
Curious, I started to stand,
but Medeia grabbed my sleeve.
“Hold on a sec.”
Whoa. That move was cute.
“I've got something to discuss. Come with me?”
“Nah.”
“Fine, then straight to your room... Pardon?”
She froze mid-motion at my response.
“Am I your subordinate or something? Why do I have to go just 'cause you say so?”
“......”
Instead of panicking, Medeia just stared at me blankly.
Had I teased her too much lately?
She wasn't even surprised anymore—just calm. Kinda boring.
Medeia always had that expression, sure.
“...What are you thinking?”
“Escorted a dragon all the way here, chatted her up. I'm beat and wanna rest.”
“What does that have to— ”
“If my maid gave me a nice blowjob, I might feel recharged enough to tag along.”
“......”
Medeia's face twisted in open disgust.
She looked genuinely repulsed, but in this line of work? That was a reward.
I loved when she made that face.
“Mmm... slurp... Lady Morgan's been trading with witches for ages.”
I lounged comfortably on the bed, looking down.
Medeia was down there, diligently sucking my cock.
It was routine maid service by now—no novelty left.
But a beauty slurping away on my dick? Always a thrill.
“Dragons are basically a reclusive race. Lick... lick...”
Medeia lapped at the shaft like it was ice cream.
She had something to say, so she couldn't deepthroat it.
Just the tongue play felt amazing.
“They usually don't interact much with outsiders.”
“More than witches?”
“We witches at least live communally as a clan, but dragons are solitary by nature.”
Arrogant higher beings who preferred living alone.
They had zero interest in others, basically.
“Even so, Morgan seemed pretty tight with Kirke.”
“Like I said, they've met often since way back.”
This time, Medeia stuck out her tongue and teased my tip back and forth.
“She buys a ton of our magic tools, especially.”
“A dragon needs witch stuff?”
“Well... ours must be that convenient.”
Witch tools were handy and innovative, no doubt.
I couldn't imagine life without them anymore.
“In exchange, we get all sorts of valuables from her.”
“So the rumors about dragons hoarding treasure are true.”
“Yep. Gold coins of all kinds, treasures, even legendary gear.”
“Witches' top customer, huh.”
With that much bling, even pricey magic tools were pocket change.
“Plus, dragons are arrogant but generous. They pay what they think stuff's worth—and it's always a fortune.”
“Ooh, sounds like a keeper.”
“Yeah. Less a trade, more like gift-swapping, really.”
Definitely different from the elves.
Diana had her reasons, sure, but she'd haggled every detail.
“They've known each other forever, and Kirke and Morgan are especially close.”
“I could tell. So why tell me all this?”
Medeia looked up at me while sucking with wet pops.
'God-tier angle from my view.'
If she insisted on talking even mid-blowjob, she had something important to say.
“Just in case, but don't get too chummy with Lady Morgan.”
“Don't get chummy?”
“You pulled that godmother nonsense with Diana out of nowhere, too.”
Medeia nipped my cock lightly as she spoke.
“Ooh.”
Just the right amount of sting—pure pleasure.
Medeia's blowjob skills were top-tier for driving men wild.
“No good comes from cozying up to a dragon.”
“Why not? Wouldn't it be nice to get along?”
“...You're a hopeless perv, that's why. Slurrrrp!”
Medeia sucked hard as if to warn me.
The intense suction nearly made me blow my load.
“Pwah! If Lady Morgan takes offense, she's dangerous. Not like with elves. So be careful.”
“Aww, worried about me? I'm touched.”
“...I just don't want Kirke upset.”
Warning over, Medeia resumed sucking my cock.
“Haam... schloop... slurp... ♥”
I grinned, savoring the exquisite blowjob.
'Sorry, but I can't promise that.'
Those ass and tits had me hooked the second I saw them.
I had to fuck that killer body.
It wasn't even up to me anymore—getting close or not.
Right after dinner, Morgan showed up at my room alone.