Chapter 96
Translator: penny
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: My Fingers Aren't Enough...
"My fingers aren't enough..."
"Oh! Medeia! You've been wearing suits a lot lately? They suit you so well!"
"Ah, yes. Thank you."
Medeia blushed slightly and bowed her head at Kirke's praise.
She had just come from receiving compliments from another witch.
Things like how nice it was to see her dressed up for once, since she always wore her maid outfit.
How the suit really suited her.
How she should keep dressing like this.
She had felt a bit dazed from all the continuous praise.
But when Kirke herself complimented her directly like this, it felt strangely embarrassing.
"What's going on lately? You used to only wear your maid outfit."
"I thought it might be nice to change up my clothes sometimes. Wearing the same thing all the time could lead to preconceptions."
"Right, right. Don't focus only on work—try other things sometimes. Ah! How about a dress like mine?"
"Th-that... I'll think about it."
Kirke kept grinning from ear to ear as she looked at Medeia.
Medeia, with her serious side, wasn't one to dress up much for a witch.
Her makeup was minimal, and her outfit was always fixed on the maid uniform.
She was beautiful enough as is, of course.
But Kirke had always felt a bit regretful, thinking she could be even prettier if she put in more effort.
For that Medeia to suddenly take an interest in clothes—even if it was just a suit.
This was a welcome change, even as her adoptive mother.
"If you're okay with it, want to go shopping for clothes with me later? I feel like you haven't bought pretty clothes in ages."
"Hmm, I'll think about it. I have a bit of work..."
"Sure! I'm free anytime, so think about it comfortably~"
Medeia greeted Kirke and walked down the corridor alone.
She fiddled with her collar for no reason.
And touched her hair, which she'd put a little more care into than usual.
"...This isn't like me."
She had no idea why she was acting like this.
Since when had she started caring about her appearance or outfit...?
Medeia believed the atmosphere created by one's attire was important.
So she made a clear distinction based on the situation.
To her, a suit was purely for work.
Otherwise, she stuck strictly to her maid outfit.
She thought that was the proper demeanor for a handmaid serving the Great Witch.
Even when every witch she met praised how the suit suited her—and she agreed—it hadn't changed her attitude.
Yet suddenly, she had shed the maid outfit and started wearing other clothes.
If asked exactly when...
'From the moment that man complimented me...'
Medeia shook her head at the sudden impure thought.
This was just a strange feeling born from the sudden compliments.
There was no way she was conscious of a man like that.
It wasn't because she wanted him to see her as a woman rather than a maid that she wore the suit.
Nor because she hoped for praise that she suddenly started wearing earrings, necklaces, or bracelets.
She wasn't using makeup or perfume she hadn't touched before for no reason.
This was all just a whim.
Nothing more than a reaction from her pride as a woman.
'...Maybe that man makes all sorts of demands because he only sees me as a maid.'
She could handle any service as his dedicated maid.
But it bothered her that he saw her only as a woman like that.
...She didn't notice how bewildering this emotion was—that she hadn't even had such thoughts before.
"The suit isn't so bad after all..."
She had thought it would interfere with work.
But after wearing it around, the movements felt more comfortable than expected.
...Additionally, Kal's hands groping her ass had increased.
Probably because the tight-fitting clothes highlighted her body's curves so well.
"...Hmm."
He still made her do lewd things without change.
But his gaze had definitely become more blatant.
The head pats and compliments had increased noticeably too.
"...Come to think of it, maybe I don't have enough clothes."
Medeia walked down the corridor lost in such thoughts.
She didn't realize that even amid this, her mind kept drifting back to Kal.
This woman, so inept at human relationships, failed to notice.
"Haa... haa..."
Morgan, the dragon who had lived for a whopping 500 years.
Lately, she had been increasingly flustered by changes in her own body.
"Why does my pussy keep acting up like this...?"
Morgan had come to know desires she hadn't understood before.
In other words, she had awakened to sexual lust.
Just sitting there made heat rise in her body.
Thinking of that man made her pussy tingle.
"Haa...! Haa!"
Above all, that pleasure.
The overwhelming ecstasy when that man roughly fingered her pussy.
Or thrust his cock deep inside.
It kept dominating her body.
A thrilling bliss no ordinary woman could know.
Once she tasted it, her flesh wouldn't leave her alone.
Moreover, Morgan had lived 500 years without knowing a man.
She had no idea how to cope with this unfamiliar thirst and longing.
"It's all because of that man..."
At first, she had no intention of doing such things.
To relieve her lust with her own hand.
It felt like admitting defeat to him.
'Doesn't this make it seem like I crave his touch...!'
But Morgan didn't realize.
A woman's sexual desire easily overpowers petty pride and competitive spirit.
Her initial resolve to never do it didn't last long.
She gradually compromised, seeking ways to soothe her tingling pussy.
Before she knew it, she was on the bed in just her underwear, dress discarded.
Thinking this much was fine, she rubbed her pussy over her panties.
Her surging lust soaked them through, so she stripped them off.
When she came to, her legs were spread wide like a whore's as she frantically fingered herself.
"Hoo...! Haa...! Ah!"
Her pussy, dripping love juices, made lewd squelching sounds.
Feeling embarrassed, Morgan kept moving her fingers anyway.
Once ignited, her body was out of control.
But the pleasure she craved never came.
"Eut...! Wh-why...!"
That man could make her feel electric pleasure just by lightly fingering her pussy.
No, even just stroking her breasts and ass.
But doing it herself felt entirely different.
It felt good, sure.
But compared to what he did, it was ridiculously lacking.
"It's nothing like that man...!"
His thick fingers caressed her pussy so much better.
His thick cock plunged deep to places her fingers couldn't reach.
"Eut... heut...! Fingers just can't..."
Even as she touched herself, the unsatisfied ache made her writhe.
Morgan continued masturbating relentlessly.
This was a dilemma.
She started to relieve her lust.
But masturbating only made it build more.
Yet she couldn't satisfy it herself.
"Hua... hoo...! Eung...!"
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
Morgan's fingers moved even more violently.
Desperate to fill the lacking pleasure, even if quickly.
"Eut... heut... I'm gonna cum...!"
Climax still came with persistent stimulation.
But instinctively, she knew.
This was nothing like when Kal made her cum.
"Euheuut...!"
Morgan's body shuddered as she climaxed.
Yet her face showed no satisfaction.
"Haa... haa..."
After cumming herself, it became even clearer.
The pleasure he gave was entirely different.
No matter how much she probed with her fingers, she couldn't be satisfied.
"It's not enough..."
That impression slipped out naturally.
After such intense masturbation that left her drenched in sweat, she barely came.
But that pleasure and satisfaction were laughably low compared to when Kal did it.
If she only knew ordinary masturbation, it might have sufficed.
But having tasted that sweet, thrilling ecstasy, nothing else would do.
"Haa... hua..."
Morgan stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment.
She had just cum, but unquenched lust made her consider going again.
-Knock, knock.
"Excuse me."
The door opened right then.
Kal, now entering her room so naturally.
His eyes met Morgan's, who was naked.
"Huat...?"
Seeing his expression, a dazed voice escaped her automatically.
As if he hadn't expected to catch her naked and masturbating.
Kal froze solid at the sight.
"Th-this isn't what it looks like..."
She hurriedly pulled up the blanket to cover at least her pussy, thighs, and lower body.
Of course, that didn't erase what had happened.
Her face burned red with shame.
She couldn't meet his eyes properly.
Of all times, he walked in while her mind was blank from masturbating!
This was basically advertising how starved for sex she was.
"Y-you're here? You're early today."
"No. It's right on time."
"R-really?"
Glancing at the clock, it really was the appointed lesson time.
She must have lost track while engrossed in masturbating.
Her face and ears turned bright red at the realization.
"You look pretty starved, huh?"
"Eut...!"
Kal's casual remark made her feel even greater shame.
"If you'd just held out a bit, I'd have come anyway. No need to comfort yourself alone."
"N-no, it's not that...!"
"Whatever. Shall we get to the lesson?"
"Eung...!"
Kal showed no interest in excuses.
Though she had none worth making anyway.
"Ah, before that, put some clothes on first. Whew, these panties are completely soaked. Can't wear them anymore."
His smug grin felt more infuriating and humiliating than usual.
And yet, just looking at his face made her pussy tingle again.
Lessons were going to be tough today.