Chapter 71: 71 Some Time Passes "Haa." Diana, the elf, stepped out of the bedroom. Through the crack in the door, her husband could be seen sleeping on the bed. Dressed only in her underwear and tight night gown, Diana’s voluptuous curves was fully exposed under the moonlight. But she walked with an air of boredom or irritation and sat down carelessly somewhere. "...What’s the point if my husband cums before I can even feel anything?" Soon, complaints about her husband slipped from her cherry-like lips. She was deeply dissatisfied with her husband right now. More precisely, she was extremely unhappy with their previous sexual life. ’Things were better back in the witches’ domain.’ Diana had safely returned to the elf forest with the magic arrows. After a long business trip, she took some time to rest. Deep down, she wanted to return to the witches’ village immediately. But she still had matters to attend to here, so she couldn’t. She had to explain Circe’s wedding and various matters from her time there. So, she decided to stay in the elf village for a few more days. Naturally, she reunited with her husband after a long time. ’...I should’ve just done nothing.’ Truthfully, Diana had no real desire to sleep with her husband. Knowing his small dick, she figured it wouldn’t be worth it. Before her husband didn’t even show signs of getting up again after one round. While Karl’s cock stays rock hard for over three hours. Even after cumming inside multiple times, it’s still ready, enough to make a woman pass out. Honestly, the comparison is so stark it’s embarrassing to call them both males. Does this herbivore elf not feel anything seeing my amazing breasts and ass? ’...Did Karl know this would happen and let me go?’ Karl had said it was fine if she slept with her husband back in the elf forest. No, he even encouraged her to try it. He said she’d understand why afterward. She felt a bit hurt by that and didn’t do it. But what infuturiate her was when she saw her husband didn’t even show any desires even when she is in her night clothes, she finally got what Karl meant. ’This man is too different from Karl...’ From start to finish, Karl was overwhelmingly better. Before, she just found her husband somewhat unsatisfying. Now, she felt nothing at all with him. "...I didn’t expect the gap to be this big." Karl’s sex felt incredible. His big, long cock reaches places her husband can’t. His skillful technique drives her pussy wild. Not to mention his confidence and demeanor that make women melt. "Haa..." Just imagining it made her breathe hotly. Her husband’s body and erect cock were right there. Yet, just thinking of sex with Karl excited her more. "Is this what it feels like to have your tongue spoiled by eating only delicious, sweet things?" If she hadn’t known Karl’s cock and sex, maybe it wouldn’t matter. But after experiencing such exquisite pleasure, her husband’s felt utterly lacking. Her body now craved Karl’s cock to be satisfied. How could she forget that thrilling, addictive sex? It’s only natural for a female to submit to it. "...No wonder the Great Witch is head over heels for that guy." If only I could’ve claimed him for myself. Then again, I wouldn’t have met him if that were the case. That damn Great Witch is probably enjoying sex with him right now, isn’t she? Just thinking about it makes jealousy burn inside her. "Fuck. I want to get fucked like that too. I’d give my pussy up anytime." But she was stuck in the elf village. Thinking of sex with him only made her pussy itch more. "Ahh..." Unable to hold back, Diana started fingering her pussy. Even Karl’s fingers felt better, but this was all she had to keep going. ’Why do even his fingers feel better...?’ Grumbling inwardly, Diana kept moving her fingers. Her masturbation fantasy was, of course, sex with Karl. A man who collars her, casually making her do vulgar things. A male seemingly born to dominate women. Squelch, Squelch, Squelch. "Ah... Haa... Hah!" As her masturbation intensified, her fingers moved faster. She kept pleasuring herself, thinking of her fuckbuddy. All the while, her desire to fuck Karl kept growing. --- I formally studied magic under Circe. The efficiency was incomparable to self-study. It felt like vague knowledge was coming together, focusing on the key points. Circe’s contribution was the biggest factor in my rapid progress. ’Circe doesn’t just use magic well; her understanding is exceptional.’ She perfectly grasps the principles and essence of magic. Her explanations surpass any lecture I’ve ever heard. No wonder everyone wants a great mage as a mentor. Even tricky concepts were resolved with a single question. "Huh? It’s not working? Why? Just do it." ...Of course, there were occasional difficulties. It’s a misunderstanding born from Circe’s immense talent. The entire witch tribe is full of magical geniuses. Among them, Circe is called the greatest. There’s an innate gap between me, a human, and her. Circe comprehension is beyond what ordinary effort can achieve. ’I grew up hearing I was a genius among humans.’ Even studying the witches’ magic, the gap hasn’t closed at all. Should I have been born a witch? Oh, but then I wouldn’t have a dick. No way. "So, setting the circuit in reverse here is more efficient. Got it?" "Yes, it’s the opposite of elemental magic. No need to reinforce the circuit." "Exactly. If you use it in reverse, you can cause interference and even hijack spells..." Anyway, I studied magic with Circe again today. She seemed to enjoy teaching me. Her kind nature must be why all witches respect and follow her. "Hmm, you’re learning fast, as expected. You’ve got a talent for magic, Karl." "...Hearing that from a witch makes me jealous." "Hehe! That’s just a species difference, no helping it. It’s like humans can’t fly." Circe smiled brightly at me. By the way, we were studying on the bed. I was sitting behind Circe, holding her. She leaned lightly against my chest. ’This feels like a couple’s vibe. Though we’re already married.’ It’s like a couple watching YouTube together on a weekend. We usually study seriously at a desk. But sometimes, we talk about magic casually like this. For witches, magic is less an academic pursuit and more a way of life. I’ve gotten used to that vibe, and it feels natural now. Even these moments are incredibly helpful for a human like me. I’ve had breakthroughs during these casual talks. ’Studying while enjoying Circe’s beautiful, soft body is even better.’ By the way, Circe was wearing a white spaghetti-strap top that showed her cleavage. Paired with dolphin shorts that fully exposed her thighs. The classic "girlfriend at home" look. I had her wear it because I like it. ’Her sexy body in my arms is so thrilling.’ Teaching me kindly like an older sister while looking like this. Truly, isn’t Circe a heaven-sent female? I couldn’t help but reach out and knead her breasts. "So, if you channel mana here, it amplifies... Hng..." Circe let out a soft moan but didn’t stop me. This level of intimacy was nothing between us now. ’Since it’s just us in the room, it’s fine to do more.’ I kept playfully fondling her breasts while listening to her explanation. It felt like casual intimacy, like absentmindedly touching your girlfriend’s ass or boobas while gaming. ’Intense sex is great, but this light stuff has its own charm.’ Above all, Circe’s breasts always feel amazing. Their size and softness never get old, no matter how much I touch them. Squish... Squish... This flesh yielding in my hands. How can a woman’s breasts feel this good? "Haa... Hng... So, you need to channel the mana properly..." Even while feeling light pleasure, Circe kept trying to explain. I kept fondling her breasts, listening attentively. Then my hand slipped under her clothes. I went past her underwear, touching her bare breasts. "Haa!" A sultry moan burst from Circe’s mouth. I kept kneading her breasts regardless. She turned to look at me. "Hng... Karl... Even so, touching me like that... ♥" "It’s fine, keep explaining." "How can I explain in this situation... Hng!" When I lightly pinched her nipple, Circe let out a sexy moan. I meant to just touch her breasts lightly, but now I was getting aroused too. Glide. I slid one hand down to her dolphin shorts. I rubbed her pussy over the fabric. "Haa... It’s tight there..." I could’ve slipped inside her panties, but I didn’t. Teasing her like this would make Circe more desperate. "Nng... Haa...!" Her breathing grew hotter and rougher. It was no longer a mood for studying. I wasn’t focused anymore either. "Karl... ♥" Circe finally put the book down and turned fully to face me. Her face was already in full sex mode. Her beautiful face, craving a kiss, came closer. "Lady Circe, sorry to interrupt your lesson—" At that moment, someone opened the door. It was Medea, our maid and Circe’s adopted daughter. She clearly didn’t expect us to be doing naughty things during a lesson. Medea froze upon seeing us. "I’m sorry, my mistake." "N-No, it’s fine!" Circe hurriedly stopped Medea, who was about to close the door and leave. If Medea left, Circe might bury herself in the blankets out of shame. "W-What’s the matter?" Circe tried to act calm, adjusting her clothes. But her outfit was already revealing, and her excited breathing made it pointless. "...Lady Morgan is coming." Medea answered, pretending not to notice Circe’s state. My head tilted in curiosity. "Who’s Morgan?" "A red dragon over 500 years old who lives nearby." "Oh, wow." A dragon. A 300-year-old Great Witch and a 200-year-old elf were surprising enough. Now, a creature straight out of fantasy was appearing.