I rolled a cart to the grandest room in the Grim Palace. Sitting lofty atop her bed with a cat cuddled around her was the beautiful white haired woman. Her purple eyes glared at me.
"Have you brought the sweets, butler?" said Weiss, her voice dismissive as she petted the black cat.
"Nope."
"Yes, feed me chocolate—huh?"
"I didn't bring anything," I said to the woman with a smile. The same one she had scolded me for earlier today. "You eat too many sweets, Miss Witch. Your teeth are probably crying in pain."
Weiss rose from her bed and looked at me as I had just stabbed a knife in her stomach. Oh, how much would I love to do that! Holding in my desires, I pulled up the cover from the tray and revealed a bowl of water, and with it a toothbrush.
"Butler, pray tell, what is this?"
"A toothbrush, Miss Witch. We are going to clean your teeth."
"Are you insulting me right now? Do you think I don't brush my teeth?"
"Heavens, I wouldn't dare!" I slathered on some toothpaste on the brush and turned to the witch. "I am simply trying to look out for you. Miss Witch, you have spent your entire life in the Grim Palace, while nothing can compare to you in magic the world has made leaps in other fields. This toothpaste is one of those things, just like the desserts I brought you."
That's right. I was the one who had introduced her to desserts! Even if I was treated like shit, I had value, alright!?
I lowered my voice into a whisper and leaned closer, bringing the toothpaste and brush with me. At the end of the day, Weiss was a young girl who had spent a lifetime alone before being the queen of witches, a little pressure worked like a charm.
"This toothpaste has salt… and honey in it, it will clean your teeth perfectly. If you skip out on this…"
I put my knee on the bed, the witch leaned back.
"Cavity will grow on your teeth, it will gnaw at your teeth until it reaches the nerve endings inside your gums, and then!"
"Haah!" She gasped!
"Pain…"
The witch got her bearings back from the surprise and faked a cough. She shook her head and looked at me with the same old derisive eyes she always held.
"Alright, hand it here. I think your words do have some merit, butler."
"Can you do this on your own?" It was time for phase two. I asked with genuine concern in my voice. "You don't need to either, since you are keeping me as a butler I should do this much."
Weiss seemed to be thinking about it for a little bit, but quickly nodded. "Ok, show me what you got."
I sat on the bed next to her, and she scooted over. The cat gently climbed her lap, and Weiss petted it again.
She sure seemed to be taking it easily right now, little did she know that advice from one of the greatest forms of media made it clear that brushing someone's teeth was the most intimate thing people could possibly do.
The brush pointed at her teeth. "Say aah."
"Aah…"
Weiss spread her teeth, I grabbed the back of her head. My finger filtered through her hair, the pinky grazing her smooth nape. The brush closed in, slowly, sensually.
It was inside her mouth, I could feel the light warmth of her breath on my fingers. I smiled and turned the brush, then.
"Hng…?"
Weiss gasped. The brush touched her teeth. Did you think I was just letting out random words when talking about nerves? She was going to feel it! She was going to feel this animatedly.
The brushing began. The bristles ran over her teeth, slipping in the slight gaps between them and sending small droplets around.
Swish swish went the brush. I moved it to her molars, the ones up and the ones down.
"Mmm… Hng…"
How did it feel!? I could tell from her eyes alone. Weiss looked confused, helpless. Her fingers clutched at the bedsheet.
Her thighs rubbed together.
Her feet moved in front, rising on their own. She wriggled her toes in sync with the movements of the brush, doing her best to hold it all in. Arousal? No! No! This was worse, much worse.
This was helplessness. Let alone her hands, she had no idea what to do with her mouth. Right now, Weiss' entire body was in my control. I was a puppeteer pulling the strings on the girl.
I brushed.
"Gnnh…"
Right now, Weiss was akin to a dog using the restroom in front of its owner. Drool coalesced around her mouth and slowly dripped down her lips, sliding down to her chin.
"Nnn… nn…"
Weiss' eyes darted around as she felt the drool. I guided her lower with my hand as she leaned more on the bed, the drool dripped to her thigh.
It went on and on, before I finally pulled the toothbrush out and placed it on the cart.
"Haah… haah…" Weiss was out of breath. I grabbed a towel from the cart and reached to dap her thigh, before she snatched it out of my hands and wiped the drool off of herself. "Water…"
Weiss rinsed her mouth in a bowl, spitting the water back out, and finally took a few breaths. "Is it done now?"
I nodded with my usual smile.
"It is, Miss Witch. You can have your chocolates now."
Weiss looked at the cart, then pouted lightly.
"It would be a shame after brushing, I think I'll head to bed for today." Her voice was still raspy, a little breathless. I quickly got off the bed and grabbed the cart. My work here was done for today. With a bow, I started to walk away when she stopped me. "You…"
"Yes?"
"Do butlers usually do this?"
"My, if you see what they do you'll be quite surprised."
"Tsk. Don't get smart with me."
"Apologies."
"Alright… we'll brush again tomorrow. Add it to your duties. And don't be late for breakfast."
"I understand," I bowed and walked out. Behind me, Weiss' breaths still continued as the cat purred. Neither of us had noticed when it had slid off her lap and had jumped to the ground.
The door to her grand bedroom closed behind me.
Following her whims right now was no problem. Even though I could get away with some snark, there was no reason to be hard-headed with this woman. My mother taught me a very important lesson when I was a kid. When you hit someone with a shoe, make sure to wet it first. Those were wise words I lived my life by.
I returned to my room and tossed away my butler uniform for something more comfortable.
The grimoire was stretched on the bed, leaning on the pillow while covered just a little by the blanket.
"Now then, I have her saliva."
It jumped to its feet (?) and twisted toward the cart. The grimoire's empty pages fluttered in joy.
"What do I do with this?" I asked while picking up the book and flipping over to the first page. New lines formed on the blank old paper in front of my eyes.
[Drink it.]
Alright.
I pressed the grimoire on the cart with all my might and dropped the bowl of water Weiss had used to clean her mouth on it. Just a little bit. The pages struggled underneath my hand. When I let it go, the first page's inscriptions had changed again.
[Or do this! This works too!]
"Ew, did you just want a hot girl's saliva on you?!"
[I am a book?]
Can't argue with that.
[And yes]
I reached into my drawer and pulled out a matchbox. It was time to fahrenheit 451 this shit. The grimoire swiftly apologized and I let it go. This time, I stretched on the bed and placed my hands behind my head while the grimoire's pages inscribed themselves for me to read.
[With this you have completed the first requirement. The specimen is insanely powerful as well, it will work great.]
[Your constitution is unlike the rest of the world's, so you can't use magic at all. But this shall be a catalyst for you to utilize magic. An individual's or an object's inherent mana is what gets into conflict with the mana of nature while using magic. That makes you the best conductor of mana possible]
"Alright, and what's this have to do with things?"
[I learned this through my years living as the witch, but states of extreme and primal excitement are when a person's mana is at its purest. Since your 'conduction' would just diffuse everything back outside, you would need to use very concentrated mana to be able to utilize magic. Most bodily fluids that you could collect are produced in such a state.]
"Like sweat or saliva?"
[Correct. Our first goal is going to be to learn to control mana through this high-concentration material. What you have should last you through your practice, I hope.]
"Alright. How do I start?"
[A magic circle is inscribed on the next page. It is just to materialize mana in a physical form. Use it to start practicing mana control. Basic control will be easy for you with the circle and your constitution, but your goal is to become the best at it. Simply because you can.]
From that day onward, two new things were added to my daily routine. Every morning, after the golems would wake me up to get to work, I would start going about my usual duties as a butler-slash-assistant for the witch.
When night rolled around, I brushed Weiss' teeth.
The constant groaning and moaning only grew louder, and I learned better ways to get her more stimulated. From rubbing her nape to brushing tenderly along her gum.
And before sleeping.
"Is this good enough?'
[Now make these butterflies fly in circles]
I snapped my fingers and the shimmering blue butterflies of pure mana started to run around me. It was only for a few seconds before they started losing their shape, and within half a minute two of the three collapsed.
"Tsk."
[Not bad. Not bad at all] The grimoire read, shaking its pages up and down. Next to it was a stick, it tapped on the wall behind as if it were a blackboard. How was a book even doing that? Don't ask me.
[This much should be enough practice for today. You're making fast progress, Phantom]
"Am I?" I muttered, adjusting my shirt. "Ah, I should probably go to town tomorrow. We are out of supplies for desserts."
Going out to 'town' was really just me sneaking into the Northern Duke's territory. It wasn't a possibility to escape, still, since two living armors would accompany me to keep an eye on things and the witch also used a spell that would keep her aware of my location every time I went out. It was more like a probation from a prison if anything.
[Perfect timing.]
The grimoire turned to me.
[It is almost time for the next step too.]
"Next step?" I asked.
[Yes. It is about time you absorb bodily fluids and use it to start stemming magic from inside yourself. We won't be able to create a magical pathway that doesn't exist, but instead use yourself as a medium to channel magic by borrowing mana.]
"Wait, wait, while I understand that, how am I supposed to absorb this mana?"
[Won't the best option be to kiss the latest witch? Or you can eat her out.]
Was this grimoire just saying whatever the fuck it wanted now? The brush was risky enough, now it wanted me to go further?
[It's how you'll get stronger.]
Well.
I wasn't one to go down without a fight either.