Chapter 14: 14 Boobies in the Library

“This is the library in the Great Witch’s mansion.”

After breakfast and a shower, Medea guided me straight to the library.

“This… is way more impressive than I imagined.”

As expected of witches who value magic.

An entire wing of the mansion was dedicated to the library.

Inside were countless shelves, filled with an uncountable number of books.

“It houses books brought from the outside and those written by our witch clan over generations.”

Medea explained calmly as I marveled.

“All the books here can be read without restriction.”

“All of them?”

Usually, books, especially grimoires, are strictly limited to specific readers.

Even my family’s books were only allowed for nobles.

“Witches prioritize academic progress, and every witch should have that opportunity.”

“But I’m not a witch.”

“…”

Medea stared at me quietly.

“You may not be a witch, but you’re the Great Witch’s husband. That’s enough to qualify you for this library.”

So I can read the books freely.

’Reading the books witches read. That alone makes coming here worth it.’

The witches’ magic far surpasses humans’.

If I can directly learn their knowledge?

’I’ll become one of the greatest mages among humans.’

When I leave here, I’ll overthrow the patriarch and take over the family.

I need to grow as a mage for that.

“Can I start reading now?”

“…Go ahead.”

I quickly found some books to read.

Naturally, they were all related to magic.

’Wow, this is on another level. Every single one is groundbreaking.’

Ten minutes into reading at a desk, I was already in awe.

Magic development and application far beyond humans.

Plus ingenious ideas that made me wonder why I hadn’t thought of them.

’As expected from a clan that’s studied magic for centuries.’

Only a select few humans are born with magical talent.

In contrast, every witch is a mage.

Even the least talented witch would be considered a genius among humans.

The Great Witch is in a divine realm humans can’t touch.

Their accumulated magical knowledge was astounding.

’Well, that Great Witch still moans like a bitch when I fuck her pussy.’

Creak..Thud!

“Hm?”

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About 30 minutes into reading,

Medea sat down next to me. She started reading a book silently.

A cold-faced beauty reading somehow…

’Those are some amazing breasts.’

That thought came naturally.

My gaze, as if it was only natural, fixed on her breasts.

Look at those buttons on her maid outfit.

They’re practically screaming for help.

“…What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Feeling my gaze, Medea glanced at me.

Then she returned to her book.

I went back to studying, then reached out.

To Medea’s breasts.

Grope… grope…

The heavy weight filled my hand.

The softness felt even through her clothes and bra.

Perfect in size, weight, and texture.

These breasts must be enchanted to make you happier the more you touch them.

“…What are you doing?”

Medea’s icy gaze shot toward me.

I kept groping her breasts shamelessly.

“I saw those breasts in front of me and couldn’t resist.”

“…Are you some horny dog? A married man groping breasts while reading.”

“Maybe it’s because of that meal you gave me?”

“…”

Not entirely a lie.

Did the witches’ supplement actually work?

My lower half has been throbbing since earlier.

“I told you to use that energy for the Great Witch.”

“I plan to. But breasts are fine, right?”

Medea seemed at a loss for words at my shamelessness.

“And touching these breasts while reading helps me study better.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“If I, the Great Witch’s husband, can use magic better, won’t that help her?”

“…Utterly pathetic. Do you think a human’s magic could help me, let alone the Great Witch?”

Medea sneered coldly, belittling me.

But getting talked down to while groping her breasts in a maid outfit only makes it hotter.

“Still, I’m trying to support my wife. Help me out for the Great Witch’s sake.”

“Haa.”

Medea sighed and went back to reading.

’As expected, she softens when it comes to Circe.’

With her silent permission,

I started groping her breasts in earnest.

’I’ve wanted to touch these since I first saw them.’

I savored the texture, leisurely groping her breasts.

Reading while touching such huge breasts—could this be heaven?

After playing with her breasts for a while,

I began moving my hands as if caressing them.

’Her nipples are already hard.’

My fingers suddenly brushed against her protruding nipples. She acted unaffected, but even Medea couldn’t resist the amplified pleasure.

’My ancestor’s pleasure magic is cheat-level. Even this cold woman’s like this.’

By the way, feeling her nipples through her clothes?

Just how big are these breasts?

’Let’s see how long this cold maid can hold out.’

I gently rubbed her erect nipples with my fingers.

Flinch!

Was it the different touch or the pleasure?

Medea’s shoulders twitched.

’She’s holding out better than I thought.’

She must be feeling intense pleasure from her nipples, yet she’s trying not to react, focusing on her book.

’Pointless resistance.’

Thanks to the magic, I could see in real-time that Medea was feeling it.

[The witch Medea feels an unfamiliar pleasure from her breasts.]

[Medea is flustered.]

[She tries to ignore the pleasure she feels.]

[Failed. She can’t withstand the pleasure from her nipples.]

How long did I tease her nipples?

“Hng… Mmm…”

Finally, a faint moan escaped Medea’s lips.

She gripped her book tightly, trying to hold it in, but her trembling body made it pointless.

’She can’t even focus on the book.’

She hadn’t turned a single page for a while.

She was at her limit just enduring the pleasure from her breasts. Her breathing was so rough it was practically humid, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead and chin.

’Still holding out? She’s already at her limit.’

Feeling this much pleasure with barely a change in expression.

That level of endurance is almost respectable.

Of course, I’m not going to let her off.

Press!

“!!”

I suddenly pressed her fully erect nipple hard.

Already aroused, she couldn’t endure it.

“Ngh… Hnng…❤️!”

Medea’s hips trembled violently.

No doubt, it’s the reaction of a woman reaching climax.

Instinctively, she thrust her breasts forward, and a sweet moan escaped her tightly closed lips.

’This thrill is unmatched.’

A cold, dismissive woman who rejects men, succumbing to pleasure through caressing.

It’s not an exaggeration to say I train and develop them just for this moment.

“Hoo… Hoo…”

Medea, who’d tensed up, suddenly relaxed. Her muscles must have contracted from the climax.

“What’s wrong, Medea?”

Playing dumb, I asked, and Medea glared at me.

Then she put down her book and stood up abruptly.

“…It’s nothing.”

Wow, that’s impressive.

A clumsy maid from the mansion would already be sucking my cock and begging for sex.

But Medea maintained the same poker face as before.

“You’re going too far.”

Medea stood up.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she kept her cold expression as she looked down at me.

Her effort to suppress that pleasure only made it hotter for me.

“You’re a married man. You need to be careful with that naughty touch.”

“Didn’t it feel good for you too, Medea?”

“…That’s a separate issue.”

She couldn’t outright deny feeling it.

Hard not to, since she came just from breast caressing without even undressing.

“You should save that stamina for the Great Witch.”

Still holding the line for loyalty to the Great Witch, huh.

’Handjobs and blowjobs are fine, but I can’t touch her body. What a weird type.’

It’d be nice to have a living onahole I could use freely.

But what’s the point if I can’t fuck her?

’Should I have touched her bare breasts?’

But if I’d undressed her, she’d have resisted more.

Medea definitely needs slow training.

“Also, this is a public place. It’s empty now, but someone could see, so be careful.”

That’s what makes it more thrilling.

This stiff secretary doesn’t understand the aesthetics of arousal.

’Outdoor sex has its own thrill and excitement.’

Medea checked her watch as she spoke.

“It’s getting late. Let’s go meet the Great Witch.”

“Already? I haven’t finished reading.”

“Because you were busy groping my breasts.”

Her cold gaze pierced me.

“Regular meetings are necessary for a harmonious marriage. Surely you’re not planning to only meet at night.”

“Of course not.”

I plan to maintain a good relationship with Circe outside of the bedroom.

’Sure, I make her moan when I fuck her at night, but she’s the head of this witch clan.’

Her authority is something I need in the long term.

Training her as my woman is a given, but I also plan to build a bond as a couple.

“Then let’s head to the garden. Circe always takes a walk and enjoys tea at this time.”

“You’re not coming, Medea?”

“…I don’t intend to disturb your time together. I have other things to do. I’ll take my leave.”

With that, Medea hurried off.

Clear love juices dripped down her legs under her maid skirt.

’Guess she’s off to change her panties.’

Rejecting me with a cold face, but her pussy was already ready to be fucked.

Well, it’s a bit unsatisfying to end it like this.

Guess I’ll go taste the Great Witch’s pussy outdoors in broad daylight.

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