Chapter 28 A New Granny

"Mmm...

slurp

, it’s definitely strange."

"What is?"

"Theoretically, I know semen and cock shouldn’t taste good, but yours is just so delicious."

After sex, Circe eagerly sucked on my cock.

It was the post-sex blowjob cleanup.

"That’s just because Circe loves me that much."

"You and your words.

Smooch

...♥"

By now, Circe had grown accustomed to cleaning my cock with her mouth.

This was one of the things I’d patiently trained her to do.

’Sex is fun, but the satisfaction from a blowjob is just as good.’

A model-like witch, wearing torn stockings, with my white semen dripping from her exposed pussy, was kneeling and diligently sucking my cock.

It was a sight only a victorious male could witness.

Her lewd figure and outfit heightened my arousal even more.

"Mmm...

slurp

...!

Smooch

♥"

Circe looked up at me lovingly as she sucked my cock.

Thanks to her, my still-erect cock was clean again.

"Phew... I came to praise your research, but here I am doing this. My husband really is a horny beast."

"Says the one who was already wet?"

"...That’s because you’ve been playing with my body so much."

She’s starting to get used to it.

Since I’ve been teaching her the joys of sex every day.

Now, Circe’s pussy gets wet just from seeing my cock.

Like Pavlov’s dog drooling at the sound of a bell.

"Sigh, this wasn’t part of the plan. I’ll have to throw out these stockings and wash up when I get back to my room."

Circe grumbled as she started putting her clothes back on.

The sight of her legs in black stockings slipping into a short H-line skirt was oddly erotic.

"Oh, today was fine, but hold off for a while."

"Huh? Why?"

"Why, you say... Honestly."

Eating Circe like a snack has become a daily routine.

So why is she suddenly saying no?

"We’re having a guest at the mansion."

"A guest? A witch acquaintance?"

"If it were another witch, I wouldn’t bother warning you. It’s an outsider."

An outsider visiting a reclusive race like the witches.

"Who is it? From the way you’re talking, it’s another race."

"An elf. You’ve heard of them, right?"

Elves.

The race from fantasy novels with big ears and archery skills.

’And they’re known for having firm butts, a race of beauties.’

Elves, like witches, are a long-lived race.

They typically live for hundreds of years.

Unlike the all-female witch race, elves have both genders and reproduce normally, though less frequently or only when it’s necessary.

’Since they’re both long-lived, they might have some interactions.’

Humans are too short-lived to have connections with them, but those living for centuries might form relationships.

"So why are elves visiting the witches? Is it for magical exchange?"

"No, not at all. As if elves could have any magical influence on us."

Circe gave a bright smile. There was a hint of confidence in that smile.

"Elven magic is no match for ours."

"Oh... I see."

Come to think of it, elves are known for archery and spirit magic.

Compared to the magic-specialized witches, they’re more nature-oriented.

’But Circe’s reaction is kind of unexpected.’

It’s like talking about a rival team in a sport you cheer for.

There’s a subtle feminine competitiveness in her tone.

"They’re coming to our village to order items."

"Items?"

"Specifically, to buy magical supplies. The magic arrows we make are exceptional."

"Oh, so they’re coming to buy magic arrows."

Witches craft hard-to-make magic arrows, and elves buy them in exchange for something.

’I’ve heard a lot about how special elven arrows are. Turns out, they were made by witches.’

Elves aren’t as reclusive as witches.

Occasionally, curious elves venture into the human world.

They’re not common, but stories and rumors spread.

"I’ve never seen one. What kind of race are elves?"

"Hmm, they’re a very arrogant and haughty race."

Circe, now fully dressed and tidied up, sighed.

How does she manage to look so sexy just fixing her hair?

Is it because of her breasts, bigger than her face?

"They come to buy our goods but act so high and mighty. They’ll stay for days to check for flaws."

"And you still keep trading with them?"

From what I’ve seen, witches have a lot of pride.

Even Circe, not to mention Medea.

If someone disrespected their magic, I’d expect them to tell the elves to get lost.

"It’s a profitable deal. In exchange, elves provide us with magical materials."

"Oh, that makes sense."

As I said, witches are a reclusive race.

Part of that is because they dislike moving around.

’In simple terms, they’re indoor types.’

For witches, gathering rare materials is a hassle.

Since elves handle that, they can’t cut off the trade.

It’s a collaboration between research-loving witches and adventure-loving elves.

"Despite what I said, our relationship isn’t bad. We have a lot to learn from each other. If anything, it’s like a frenemy thing."

"That’s interesting. I’d love to meet one."

I’ve never met an elf in my life.

This might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to ask them questions.

"...No way."

"Huh?"

For some reason, Circe responded with a pouty expression.

"You can’t meet the elf."

"Why not?"

’Is it because a great witch marrying a human shouldn’t be revealed to another race?’

Considering Circe’s position, it makes sense.

Revealing that a great witch can’t use procreation magic or that her husband is a political weakness... BigBrain mode...

"Elves are known for being beautiful with flawless skin, aren’t they?"

"What?"

"And the elves visiting our clan are always female, with pretty good figures... No, you absolutely can’t."

...So, the reason I can’t meet the elf isn’t political but purely because she’s jealous?

"Ha, unbelievable."

Stunned, I approached Circe.

"W-Well, if you really want to see her, maybe from a distance...

Mmph!"

Giving in to desire, I kissed Circe.

At the same time, I started undressing her, groping her exposed breasts and butt.

"Slurp...Ugh

...! W-Wait... I just got dressed...

Ahh

♥"

Then I laid Circe on the floor and fucked her again.

"Ah! Haah! Ahh♥

You just came...

Hng!

Wait... Too rough...!

Haaa

♥"

But how could I resist when my cute, lovable wife is tempting me like this?

In the end, Circe got fucked and filled multiple times in broad daylight.

***

Despite everything, my plans were progressing smoothly.

Circe was fully tamed by my cock, my magic studies were going well, and the aphrodisiac gel was completed faster than expected.

Not only that, I got delicious meals every day, Medea handled all the annoying housework, and I could enjoy sex or a blowjob whenever I wanted.

’For a man, this is truly the best life.’

Surrounded by beauties, freely wielding my cock.

It’s already perfect, but...

’I need more excitement.’

Of course, Circe’s figure and pussy are top-tier. Her maternal breasts and fertile hips never get old no matter how much I fuck her.

But humans are creatures of adaptation and adventure, aren’t they?

My cock and desires crave new thrills.

’That’s why I planned to fuck Medea...’

I lightly spun the bottle of aphrodisiac gel in my hand.

Using it right away is tricky since Medea is so guarded.

I was hoping to use it discreetly to fuck her, but with someone as formidable as Medea, it’s not easy.

’It’d be nice to have a sample of how much to use and where to make a woman horny.’

Unfortunately, I haven’t used it on Circe yet. She’s been busy with the elf’s magic arrow deal.

I heard Circe is directly overseeing the arrow sales, which must mean it’s a big deal for both witches and elves.

"What a shame there’s no place to test this century’s greatest invention."

Even Medea is off helping with work, so I’m alone for once.

Well, might as well study some magic in the meantime.

With that thought, I stepped into the hallway.

’This hallway feels pretty familiar now.’

When I first came to the witches, I wondered what my life would be like.

Now that I’ve settled in, it feels refreshing.

’All this enjoyment is thanks to Circe’s massive tits and birthing hips.’

I was muttering to myself as I walked down the hallway when—

"Oh my.."

A woman appeared before me.

I say ’woman’ because she clearly wasn’t human.

But this time, she wasn’t a witch either.

’An elf?’

Long blonde hair and pointed ears.

Perky, firm breasts.

Most strikingly, her outfit was unforgettable.

’Oh, this is something.’

Circe had said they were ’beautiful,’ so I was curious how much.

This level definitely justifies that description.

A pretty face and eyes reminiscent of a celebrity.

A stunning figure following suit. She’s like the embodiment of beachside sexiness.

’She looks like an elf that’d feel amazing to fuck.’

Not only are her breasts impressively large, but her toned body draws an arousing curve.

The lines from her waist to her hips, thighs, and calves are artistic.

"Strange~ This should be the great witch’s mansion. Why’s there a human, and a man at that?"

The elf tilted her head.

"Oh, I’m—"

"A thief, perhaps?"

"

Cough!

"

The elf grabbed my throat.

It was so fast I couldn’t react.

"Kid, if I kill you and take you away, would that make dealing with that damned witch easier?"

Her grip tightened on my throat, yet she smiled brightly while choking me.

’I wasn’t planning anything, but she’s making me want to fuck her more.’

Feeling my breath shorten, I decided— the next woman to tame would be this feisty elf.