Chapter 221: 221 Our Maid Is Way Too Cute

“Huu~ These days, even if it’s tiring, exercising feels more refreshing. Plus getting my body strengthened with some elf pussy.”

After working out and lightly fucking Diana, I headed to the shower room.

Since I already had a prior appointment with Medea today, I made her hold onto the tree and gave her some light doggy-style pounding.

Seeing that firm ass and those sweat-drenched armpits made my body heat up again even after I’d already come once.

Medea, commendably, was already waiting for me in the corridor.

“You came early and waited? I’m really grateful for that.”

“…I simply happened to see you coming while I was working. I am, after all, an outstanding first-class maid.”

“Come to think of it, you’re wearing the maid outfit today? It’s been a while, and it really suits you.”

For a long time Medea only wore the secretary outfit.

Actually, she used to wear nothing but the maid outfit constantly until she switched.

Probably because I once said it suited her well.

Seems like while living with me she’s started paying more attention to her appearance too.

“Ah, did you change your makeup too? You bothered putting it on even though we’re just going to wash it off anyway?”

“…Why do you even know what kind of makeup I’m wearing? It’s creepy.”

Medea tried hard to answer calmly while lightly covering her face.

But with her flushed face and ears, the slight sweat, and above all her embarrassed gaze, it was impossible not to notice.**

That Medea had deliberately worn the maid outfit and carefully done her makeup because she ’wanted to look pretty for me.’

Staring straight at her, her face turned an excessively lovable shade of red.

“Wow~ Seriously, who did you take after to become this adorable? No wonder I can’t help but adore you.”

She was so cute that I grabbed both of Medea’s cheeks and pulled them out.

That characteristic softness and bounciness rivaled a child’s.

“Aiyoo~ Look at these cheeks~ Our secretary is just unbearably cute~”

“…I’m really going to kill you.”

For once, Medea glared at me with faintly flushed cheeks.

What I felt from her was pure anger rather than mere embarrassment, though.

’Even when she’s angry she’s so cute I can’t help teasing her. Those cheeks are so damn bouncy too.’

How can a fully grown adult woman’s cheeks be like this?

Probably because she’s much younger-looking than other long-lived species, her skin’s firmness is clearly different.

“Mmm~ These cheeks must be the symbol of youth. It’s a texture I can’t feel from Circe or Diana.”

“…Please don’t say that in front of those two. I’m suddenly afraid of the consequences.”

“Eh~ They don’t get jealous or angry over something like that.”

“To me, maybe. But you’re different.”

“Mmm.”

Sure enough, if I said something like that I could already picture them sucking me dry in bed.

Since I’m human, age seems to be a bit of an Achilles’ heel for my women.

’With hundreds of years difference as the baseline, of course it bothers them from the woman’s perspective.’

I could sometimes feel both of them subtly conscious of our age gap.

To me, no matter how many years pass, their appearance and figure are still at their peak—so age doesn’t matter at all.

Well, I’m not dense enough to point it out every single time.

I also get turned on when women much older than me cling to me and moan cutely.

“Speaking of which, how old are you, Medea?”

“…Older than you.”

“That’s obvious.”

Having lived hundreds of years, every witch in their small tribe is older than me no matter who you pick.

Even if Medea is one generation below Circe, she’s hardly young.

’With long-lived species you can’t guess age from appearance, so it’s always confusing.’

Naturally she has a slightly fresher feel compared to Circe.

If I had to compare to humans, Circe looks late twenties, Medea early twenties maybe.

But that still doesn’t give any real clue to her actual age.

After all, their base lifespan is measured in hundreds of years.

“We’ve lived together for so long and you still won’t tell me your age.”

“Every woman is entitled to at least one secret.”

“I’m curious but you absolutely won’t tell me. Sob sob.., I’ve been waiting patiently believing you’d tell me someday… It’s sad that there’s a secret between us.”

“…If you’re that curious, just ask Lady Circe, isn’t that simple?”

“Eh~ That’s no good. Forcing open a secret someone wants to keep hidden.”

I’m curious, but I don’t want to find out through backdoor methods.

There’s always the option of pushing her during training or sex until she blurts it out…

But even so, that kind of method would only put cracks in our relationship.

’For similar reasons I can’t ask Circe either.’

Circe isn’t the type to carelessly spill someone else’s secrets anyway.

More importantly, hearing a hidden secret through a third party is simply rude.

I don’t want any awkwardness or secrets to form between them because of me.

“If Medea really doesn’t want to say it, I won’t force you.”

“…For a pervert, you’re strangely considerate in weird areas.”

“That’s exactly why women like me so much. Feel free to fall for me again, Medea.”

“Fall again? If someone hears that they’ll think I’ve fallen for you.”

Even with that prim tone, Medea’s feelings are completely obvious.

From the start she isn’t the kind of witch who’d give her body to someone she doesn’t like.

While living together, she came to acknowledge me and at the same time developed sexual interest, that’s all.

“You say that, but I really love how much Medea likes me~”

“…I have no idea where that insane confidence comes from. What part of a man who keeps groping women’s cheeks am I supposed to fall for?”

“Ah, this is just because it feels so good I can’t help myself.”

Even while talking I kept playing with Medea’s cheeks.

Once I start touching them I can’t stop; they’re that addictive.

Breasts and ass make me horny enough to lead to full sex.

But cheeks? I feel like I could touch them forever like a perpetual motion machine.

And Medea just quietly letting me play with them is unbearably cute.

“…How long exactly are you planning to keep touching them? That’s enough.”

“Medea’s cheeks feel too good. If I’d known I would’ve played with them more often.”

“If you had, I would’ve tied your ankles and thrown you out the window.”

“Oh, so you don’t do that anymore?”

“Because now you wouldn’t go down so easily.”

While training in the witch territory I’ve gotten quite a bit stronger myself.

Against someone on Circe’s level I still have no chance.

But an ordinary witch? I feel like I could handle one somehow.

After all, I’ve been getting daily private lessons from a great witch and an elf to raise my skills.

“If you want to beat me, Medea, just say you won’t wear gray panties and a skirt anymore. Then I’d be completely helpless.”

“Haa… Stop the pervert talk and just wash already. Didn’t you say there’s still a lot left on today’s schedule?”

With a wry smile we walked into the bathroom side by side.

I took off my sweat-soaked clothes first, and Medea also skillfully removed her maid outfit.

We’ve already been naked together countless times and had plenty of lewd relations.

Getting naked side by side has become not just familiar, but completely natural.

When I sat down naked, Medea poured warm water over my neck.

“Mmm~ Feels good. Nothing beats a shower after sweating.”

“Shut up and stay still. It’s distracting while I’m washing you.”

“You’re not going to ask if the water temperature is okay?”

“Whether it scalds you to death or freezes you to death isn’t my problem.”

“Now you’re not just verbally abusing me, you’ve even learned to talk rough~”

“Thanks to someone, there are way too many times I want to curse.”

Even so, the water was exactly the temperature I like from the very start.

As expected of a first-class maid/secretary working in a great witch’s mansion.

Of course Medea got the job because she’s Circe’s adopted daughter.

But regardless of that, among the witches working in the mansion, her skills are top-tier.

“I’ve roughly rinsed everything with water, so lie down. I’ll start with the foam.”

At Medea’s words I comfortably lay down on the floor.

Medea squeezed body wash straight onto her own body and began spreading it.

Foam covered her entire body, especially piling up thickly in her cleavage.

Then she climbed on top of me in that state.

The highest-class service: washing a man using her own foamy body.

Squish… squish….

Our bodies pressed tightly together, making the softness and plushness of her breasts feel even more vividly.

Combined with the slipperiness of the foam, it delivered a truly fantastic sensation.

Above all, the fact that a woman is giving me this kind of service is the most thrilling part.

Even the slight scrape of her mildly erect nipples against my skin felt good.

“I really love it when Medea does the foam service for me.”

“Of course you would. A beauty with a body like mine is devoting herself to you like this.”

“Ooh~ So you are aware you’re a beauty?”

“If I weren’t, would you like me this much?”

“O… mm…!”

Medea lightly shook my cock with her hand.

The foam acted better than lube, making it feel unbelievably good.

I’ve received this service from Medea many times, but it always feels so good it melts away all fatigue.

Boing… boing….

Especially the sensation of soft breasts rubbing against me with foam…

I doubt I could find anything else that compares to this feeling.

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A|N: Please look at the MEDEA illustration I attached with the ** paragraph on chap.

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