I quickly adapted to life in the witches' territory.
In fact, my lifestyle was pretty simple.
Fucking Circe, teasing Medea.
Handling daily routines like meals.
The rest of my time was entirely devoted to learning magic.
The more I learned, the more I grew as a mage.
Naturally, I became engrossed in studying.
'Phew. The witches' magic is really something else.'
Is it because they're a clan that's studied magic for centuries?
Every book I read felt like a lifetime's worth of enlightenment.
At the same time, this brought a sense of frustration.
'Can I ever catch up to the witches' magic?'
Each book I read brought me one step closer to the witches.
But at the same time, it felt like I was falling ten steps further behind.
Simply accumulating knowledge was easy enough.
But grasping the principles and essence? That was utterly out of reach. The more I learned, the more I realized my own limits.
Witches, born as mages and dedicating centuries to magical research.
Compared to a mere human like me, who uses magic as a tool for power and land.
There was an insurmountable, profound racial gap between the two.
'...I'm thirsty.'
I was once called a genius in my own right.
This was the first time I'd ever felt so inadequate.
I wanted to learn more, to reach for those lofty heights.
But the place I stood now was far too low.
I couldn't even begin to grasp how to climb that distance quickly.
'If I could just raise my magical prowess faster, I could fuck the witches more often and get out of here to take my revenge.'
At first, I thought I could take my time preparing.
But knowing my current level, that wasn't so easy either.
"...You look tired."
That's when Medea, who was by my side, spoke up.
Medea, my dedicated maid, was always with me.
When I studied, she read magic books alongside me.
I once glanced at what she was reading.
She, too, was immersed in magical research.
'If Medea went out into the human world, she'd be hailed as a legendary genius, making her name known across entire nations.'
To think such talent was being used as a mere maid for an outsider.
It really drove home the level of the witches.
"...Don't be too impatient."
"Huh?"
"It'll take a lot of effort for a human to catch up to a witch's magic."
"Oh... was I that obvious?"
"Well, if I had to say, I'm kind of in the same boat."
The same boat.
Her words made my eyes blink involuntarily.
"A human and a witch, in the same boat?"
"...I mean, there was a time when I had the same worries as you. I had the greatest genius of the witch clan by my side."
The Great Witch Circe.
That title is given to the most exceptional witch in the clan.
'In other words, Circe is the greatest genius among the witches.'
Medea, living as Circe's adopted daughter. She must have compared herself to Circe and agonized over it plenty.
'In a way, we share the same struggle.'
It seems Medea had already walked the path I was on.
No, as a witch, it might have been even harder for her.
"Wow, you're actually comforting me for once."
"...I only did it because Circe-sama would hate seeing you look so pathetic."
I tried to lighten the mood with a bit of camaraderie.
But she immediately put up her iron wall.
'Still, her advice was helpful. Aiming for Circe is a bad idea.'
The Great Witch is far too high a goal for my current level.
Realistically speaking, I'm not even guaranteed to reach the level of an ordinary witch.
"...By the way, how good is your magic, Medea?"
"As I told you before, I'm a half-baked witch. There are plenty of witches like me."
So even Medea is just slightly below average?
This clan's balance is seriously messed up.
'Wait, no. They're a long-lived race, so lifespan must play a big role, right?'
Circe is over 300 years old, a Great Witch.
Medea, her adopted daughter, might not be that old.
"Come to think of it, how old are you, Medea? You're older than me, right?"
"...."
Glare.
Medea's purple eyes shot daggers at me.
"...It's rude to ask a woman her age."
"Oh, sorry."
Medea sighed heavily, gathering herself to speak.
"To begin with, age doesn't mean much to long-lived races. Unlike humans, we maintain our prime youth throughout our lives. From a human perspective, you could say we're eternally in our 20s. In that sense, being older doesn't mean being old—it just means we enjoy youth for longer."
She's talking more than usual.
'Guess her age is a bit of a sore spot.'
Still, she's definitely way older than me.
Like she said, age doesn't mean much for a long-lived race.
"Anyway, you're like my older sister, then."
"...You talk too much."
"Wanna drop the formalities? I'll call you big sis."
"Get lost."
Rejected with cold disdain.
"To begin with, you're the Great Witch's husband, and I'm the maid serving you. If anything, your status is higher. It's only right that I speak formally, and you speak casually."
"Oh, really? Then I'll drop the formalities."
"...."
Medea grimaced as I eagerly accepted her suggestion.
But she couldn't take back her own words.
"Man, if you wanted me to talk casually, you should've said so sooner. I was fine with it from the start."
"...Aren't you getting too familiar?"
"What's the big deal? Oh, and from now on, I'll just call you Medea, so come when I call. Got it?"
"Haa... how did I end up with a loudmouth like you as the Great Witch's husband?"
She sighed, looking like she'd been had, but it was too late.
I'd been wanting to drop the formalities anyway.
'Close relationships start with tone and names, after all.'
Medea's guard is tougher than I thought.
I'll need to establish a clear master-servant dynamic to find an opening.
"Medea, my dearest maid, I'm tired from studying. Suck my dick."
"If you have that kind of energy, go to Circe-sama…"
"What if I refuse to take the supplement?"
"Haa! Seriously."
Medea shook her head, exasperated.
Maybe because I'd been threatening her with the supplement thing so much, she'd started to back off when I brought it up.
"Don't you know stress is the enemy of libido? If I'm too worn out to fuck tonight, what then?"
"...Fine, I'll make it quick, so just drop your pants."
Medea tied her hair back as she spoke.
The practiced posture of a woman preparing for a blowjob.
'All that gaslighting paid off—she's gotten used to giving head.'
I dropped my pants and waited for Medea to approach. Her eyes narrowed as she brought her face close to my cock.
"...Why is it already hard?"
"How could it not be with a busty beauty like you next to me?"
"...Perverted bastard."
Without hiding her disdain, Medea began the blowjob.
"Mmm."
Her cherry-like lips parted slightly.
First, she licked the tip like a cat.
Lick... lick...
'Man, this thrill is why I can't stop making her do this.'
The cold, disdainful maid, servicing my cock with her mouth.
No matter how many times I see it, it's insanely hot.
"Mmm... lick... haa…"
This time, she licked from the base up, slowly climbing.
Her tongue finally reached the tip of the glans.
Precum started to leak from the soft touch of her tongue.
Then, her lips finally made contact.
"Slurp!"
Medea took the glans into her mouth and started sucking. Her lips tightened, creating suction, while her tongue intensely rubbed the tip.
'...She's really become a pro at sucking dick.'
Medea had always been pretty good at blowjobs.
But with experience on my cock, she was now practically an expert.
I'm used to it by now, but a guy experiencing this for the first time would probably cum instantly.
"Mmm. Slurp."
She started the blowjob in earnest.
Taking my cock deep into her mouth, she moved her jaw, stroking it thoroughly.
"Mmph! Mph! Mmph! Slurp!"
The sound of her sucking, like something out of a porn video, filled the room.
'Medea's probably better at this than most AV actresses.'
Her head moved quickly, her technique almost artistic.
She stimulated the shaft with her mouth while her tongue teased the slit of the glans, making me feel the urge to cum rising fast.
'She's got a genius-level talent for making a guy cum.'
Medea kept sucking relentlessly.
The speed of her head movements was thrilling.
"Hooh."
A satisfied moan slipped out of me.
Medea glanced up, checking my reaction, and started focusing on the spots I liked best.
'Goddamn, is she this energetic because she's a maid?'
Her head moved so fast it was almost like a prostitute's.
The pleasure was so intense I couldn't pull away.
Twitch!
My cock twitched involuntarily as the urge to cum surged.
As my hips bucked slightly from the pleasure, Medea grabbed my lower body with both hands, holding me tightly to keep me in place.
"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Suck! Suck!"
'Holy shit.'
Her intense blowjob felt like she was determined to make me cum.
It was like my cock was being sucked by a vacuum.
The way she held me tightly was incredibly stimulating.
Like a sloth clinging to a tree—such a lewd posture.
'The pressure and softness are insane.'
For a cold woman like Medea to suck my cock so shamelessly.
'Circe's hot, but Medea's just as sexy.'
It wasn't just the blowjob's stimulation.
The situation itself was incredibly arousing.
What guy hasn't fantasized about being held down and sucked off like this?
"Medea, I'm gonna cum."
At my words, she diligently pushed my cock deeper into her throat, ready to take my load.
Satisfied, I let loose, unloading into her throat.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurttt!!!
As I came, Medea's throat gulped audibly.
The sight of such a busty beauty obediently swallowing my cum.
The thrill and sense of conquest filled my body with euphoria.
'This is why I can't stop ordering Medea around.'
"Slurp... haa... lick…"
Medea cleaned my cock with her mouth and tongue.
It stood tall, indistinguishable from before I came.
"Hoo. Satisfied now?"
"That was amazing. Your sucking skills just keep getting better."
"...I just did it quickly to save time."
I smirked at her prim response.
She might say that, but Medea was steadily being trained in blowjobs.
Thanks to magic, my cock and cum must taste exquisite to her.
'A bit more, and she'll jump to suck me off at a single command.'
Later, when I fuck her, I'll have to teach her reward sex after a blowjob.
So she'll get wet and ready to be fucked at the thought of sex alone.
'The problem is how to fuck her.'
Unaware of my thoughts, Medea was only focused on getting me to take the supplement.
"Then, the supplement…"
Medea frowned as she rummaged through her belongings.
"I don't have any supplements prepared. I'll get some from the potion lab."
"Potion lab?"
"It's where we make magical potions. There's a separate alchemy workshop, but we mostly use this place."
The witches' magical potions.
A place where they make aphrodisiacs.
'This could be useful.'
After quick calculations, I asked Medea.
"Can I go there too?"
Well, I'm going even if she says no. Asking is just the formality.