Chapter 95
Translator: penny
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: Magic Training and Paizuri Service
“Hmm, my magic skills have definitely improved.”
A satisfied smile naturally crept across my face at the steady growth in my magic day by day.
Ever since I'd started receiving personal lessons from Kirke.
My skills had improved by leaps and bounds—far beyond what "day-by-day progress" could describe.
The Great Witch's level of magic was on another plane entirely, it seemed.
The more I learned from her knowledge and techniques, the more absurdly proficient I became—it was palpable.
Thanks to that, every day felt exciting lately.
Fucking beautiful women was already the peak of life.
And now I was on track to greatness as a mage too.
'I'm on a whole different level from before.'
The types of spells I could cast, their precision, power, efficiency—all of it felt incomparably better.
The growth I'd made in my short time training in the Witch Territory surpassed the lifetime I'd devoted to magic.
'Well, it's only natural.'
Witch magic was leagues beyond human capabilities.
Even a random book lying around here would spark a revolution if it fell into the human world.
'And I've grown personally too.'
Teaching Morgan the dragon had given me new insights.
To instruct her, I'd naturally reviewed what I knew, refining knowledge and techniques I'd thought were already perfect.
Still, such rapid progress wouldn't have been possible without the witches' astonishingly high magical standards.
'...At this point, I could claim to be the top mage among humans.'
Not just in knowledge, but in magical techniques too.
If I tried, earning recognition as a grand mage wouldn't be hard.
“At least when I return to the territory, no one can nitpick my skills.”
Not just that.
This level would have them begging me to become lord.
I was the second son who'd been unjustly robbed of my chance.
It had fizzled out due to circumstances, but I still held legitimate succession rights.
Considering mage families were inherently merit-based...
The moment I showed up, snatching the lordship would be a done deal.
'But I'm not settling for that.'
Just taking the lord's seat wouldn't satisfy me.
Even if it led to the best life imaginable,
he was the damned lord who'd sold his own flesh and blood into slavery.
I wouldn't be content until I stripped him of everything and forced him into the worst life possible.
'I'll fuck his wife to his daughters and turn them all into my personal fucktoys.'
The lordship, his loving family, everything he'd built.
I wouldn't stop until I'd taken it all and made him grovel at my feet.
To that end, I was preparing diligently.
Training my magic, getting stronger—even developing various training tools.
It all counted as revenge prep.
'Plus solidifying my position in the Witch Territory.'
Lately, I'd started learning territory management from Kirke.
Lessening her burden meant more time for sex.
And it positioned me higher in the Witch Territory.
Personal power mattered, but real value lay in authority.
Especially if it meant controlling the witch clan—no human could compare.
'To seize that power, I need to learn as much as possible.'
Conveniently, I was the Great Witch's husband.
Spouses helping each other wasn't odd.
Once conditions aligned, I could rise fast.
“I want to learn quick and help Kirke with her work.”
I muttered as I glanced under the desk.
“Right, Medeia?”
“......”
I sat at my desk in my room, studying a book.
Underneath, Medeia slurped away at my cock.
Getting a blowjob from a busty beauty like this while studying?
This had to be paradise.
“...Slurp. Hah. At least your devotion to Lady Kirke deserves praise.”
“Of course. Do you know how much I love my wife?”
“While ordering your maid to suck your dick?”
“It's a form of service. Like bathing or massages.”
“...Still got that silver tongue.”
In this era, maids sucking their master's cock wasn't rare.
If a working maid's ass looked tempting, dragging her to the bedroom was normal.
'Of course, Witch Territory culture differs a bit.'
That made it even hotter.
There were no maids on Medeia's level anywhere.
Having her service my cock felt that much more thrilling.
“Slurp... Schlick... Suck...”
Medeia gripped my cock with both hands, sucking diligently.
Her warm, wet mouth and soft tongue felt utterly divine.
'Ugh, this blowjob is killer.'
Medeia's skills had reached an awe-inspiring level.
Daily devoted service had honed her perfectly.
She sucked with just the right pressure I loved.
Then teased the tip with her tongue...
If she wanted, she could tame any ordinary man effortlessly.
After tasting this heavenly technique, no other woman would compare.
“Whew. Good. Let's pause here for now.”
“Slurp.”
I was close to cumming, so I pulled her off my cock.
Finishing like this would feel great, no doubt.
She could handle it even in this awkward position now...
'But ending it here feels like a waste.'
Desk blowjobs were comfy and thrilling.
But I craved the full treatment on the bed.
“Good girl. Thanks to you, studying felt amazing.”
I stroked her head as I spoke.
Twitch!
Her body jolted at the praise—a rare glimpse of emotion from her stoic face.
She tried hiding it with her blank expression.
But her flushed ears betrayed everything.
'Who knew Medeia was weak to praise.'
Praise makes whales dance, they say.
No woman hates being called pretty.
But Medeia? Unexpected.
Just a head pat unraveled her composure.
Probably tied to losing her birth mother young.
'Anyway, it's good for me.'
Her personality and position made direct training tricky.
Melting her heart bit by bit wasn't a bad approach.
'Her reactions are cute too.'
Craving praise like a love-starved noble lady.
That fragile act of feigned strength was adorable.
“Shall we move to the bed for more?”
“...I wondered why you held back. That was your plan.”
“What? Craving my cum in your mouth?”
“...Go fuck yourself.”
Still sharp-tongued as ever.
But she was already stripping.
She favored suits lately, evoking a office worker vibe over maid outfits.
Her killer figure made her huge tits and perky apple hips impossible to miss.
It suited her icy expression perfectly.
And for some reason, cute earrings and bracelets she'd rarely worn before.
“That suit looks great. Earrings and bracelets suit you too. Though your figure and skin are the real stars, Medeia.”
“...Shut up. Save flattery for Lady Kirke.”
She was naked in seconds.
Whether from familiarity or natural shamelessness, she exposed her tits, ass, and pussy without covering up.
'Medeia's body is top-tier too.'
Not explosively voluptuous like Morgan's tits or thighs.
But prettier shape and firmness.
Long-lived races didn't lose beauty with age.
This had to be her natural gift.
“...How long are you going to stare?”
“Can't help it—you're too beautiful.”
“Sigh. Just get in position already.”
I chuckled and lay naked on the bed.
Medeia mounted me naturally.
A man and woman naked on the bed—absurd, yet she seemed utterly unfazed now.
“You did paizuri last? Now titfuck, please.”
“...Understood.”
She expertly slid my cock between her tits.
The firm flesh enveloping me from all sides was electric.
Squish... Squish...
'Ohh...'
Medeia squeezed her tits with both hands, sliding them up and down.
My cock felt utterly crushed in those massive jugs.
“Wow... Feels amazing. Your technique's the best, Medeia.”
“...Save your breath and cum already.”
She pressed her tits together from the sides.
Then rubbed them rapidly up and down.
The blissful pressure overwhelmed me.
No holding back now.
'Plus, Medeia's tits are just too perfect.'
Those artistic mounds wrapping my cock.
And she shook them with a straight face.
No man could endure this.
“Medeia, I'm cumming.”
The words barely left my mouth before she engulfed the tip.
Mindful of my earlier tease, she planned to take it orally.
Gulp! Gulp!
I came hard from the titfuck bliss.
Medeia pursed her lips around the head, sucking every drop.
Admiring her lewd display,
“Perfect as always. Good girl.”
“......”
I reached out and stroked her head again.
This time, she accepted it silently—no complaints or gestures.