Chapter 99: 99 My Fingers Aren’t Enough... "Oh my! Medea! You’ve been wearing suits a lot lately? They look so good on you!" "Ah, yes. Thank you." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 At Circe’s praise, Medea blushed slightly and bowed her head. She’d just been complimented by another witch on her way here. They said it was nice to see her dressed up after always wearing a maid outfit. That the suit really suited her. That she should keep dressing like this. Getting so many compliments left her feeling a bit dazed. But Circe’s direct praise made her feel strangely shy. "What’s going on lately? You used to only wear maid outfits." "I thought it’d be nice to change my style sometimes. Wearing the same clothes all the time can lead to bias." "Right, right. Don’t focus only on work—try other things too. Oh! How about a dress like mine?" "I’ll... think about it." Circe kept smiling brightly at Medea. Medea, with her serious side, didn’t dress up much for a witch. She wore minimal makeup and always stuck to maid outfits. Medea was beautiful enough as is, but there was always a sense of regret that she could be even prettier if she dressed up. Seeing her take an interest in clothes, even if it was a suit, was a joyful change for Circe as a surrogate mother. "If you’re up for it, want to go clothes shopping with me sometime? It feels like you haven’t bought pretty clothes in a while." "Hmm, I’ll think about it. I have some work to do..." "Okay! I’m free anytime, so just let me know~" After greeting Circe, Medea walked down the hallway alone. She fidgeted with her collar for no reason, even her heart is beating faster. She touched her hair, which she’d put a bit more effort into than usual. "...This isn’t like me." She didn’t know why she was acting this way. Since when had she started caring about her appearance or clothes...? Medea believed the vibe from clothing was important. So she made a point to distinguish her outfits by context. For her, a suit was just for work. Outside of that, she stuck strictly to maid outfits. She thought that was the proper attitude for a maid serving a great witch. Every witch she met said the suit suited her, and she thought so too, but her stance hadn’t changed. Yet suddenly, she stopped wearing maid outfits and started wearing other clothes. If asked specifically when this started... ’Since that man started praising me...’ Medea shook her head at the impure thought that crossed her mind. This was just a strange feeling from sudden praise. She wasn’t conscious of that man. It wasn’t like she wore a suit hoping he’d see her as a woman, not a maid. Nor was it why she suddenly started wearing earrings, necklaces, or bracelets. Or why she used makeup or perfume she normally didn’t. It was just a whim. A reaction born from her pride as a woman. ’...Maybe he makes all those demands because he only sees me as a maid.’ As a maid, she could handle service to that extent. But it bothered her that he might only see her as that kind of woman. ...She didn’t realize that she never used to think this way, and this new feeling confused her. "The suit isn’t bad, come to think of it..." She thought it would interfere with work. But wearing it, she found it more comfortable than expected. ...Plus, Karl’s hands touched her hips more often. Because of the suit’s form-fitting nature, her body’s curves stood out more. "...Hmm." His lewd demands hadn’t changed. But his gaze had definitely become more blatant. His pats on the head and compliments had noticeably increased too. "...Now that I think about it, my wardrobe might be a bit lacking." Medea walked down the hallway, lost in these thoughts. Unaware that her mind kept drifting to Karl. This socially awkward woman didn’t realize it. --- "Haa... Haa..." Morgan, a dragon who had lived for 500 years. She was recently bewildered by changes in her body. "Why does my pussy keep acting up...?" Morgan had come to know a desire she hadn’t understood before. Namely, she had awakened to her sexual desire. Just standing still made her body heat up. Thinking of that man made her pussy tingle. "Haa...! Haa!" Above all, that pleasure. When that man fingered her pussy. The overwhelming pleasure when he thrust his cock in dominated her body. An electrifying happiness no ordinary woman’s body could know. Once she tasted it, her body couldn’t handle it. Having lived 500 years without knowing men, Morgan had no idea how to deal with this unfamiliar thirst and craving. "It’s all because of that man..." At first, she had no intention of doing such things. Soothing her sexual desire with her own hands felt like admitting defeat to him. ’It’s like I’m craving his touch...!’ But Morgan didn’t realize. A woman’s sexual desire easily surpasses pride or competitiveness. Her resolve not to do it didn’t last long. She gradually compromised, searching for ways to soothe her tingling pussy. Before she knew it, she was on the bed in her underwear, having taken off her dress. Thinking it was fine to this extent, she rubbed her pussy over her panties. Then, overwhelmed by rising desire, she stripped off her soaked panties. By the time she came to her senses, she was spreading her legs wide, fingering her pussy like a whore. "Hoo...! Haa...! Ahh!" Lewd wet sounds came from her dripping pussy. Even feeling shame, Morgan kept moving her fingers. Once her body was aroused, she couldn’t control it. But the pleasure she sought never came. "Ugh...! Why...!" That man could make her feel electrifying pleasure just by lightly fingering her pussy. No, even just stroking her breasts or hips. But doing it herself was completely different. It felt good, sure, but it was absurdly lacking compared to what he did. "It’s so different from that man...!" His thick fingers stroked her pussy so pleasurably. His thick cock thrust into places her fingers couldn’t reach. "Ugh... Hnng...! My fingers just aren’t enough..." Twisting her body in frustration despite touching herself. Morgan continued masturbating. It was a dilemma. She started masturbating to relieve her sexual desire. But it only made her desire grow stronger. Yet she couldn’t satisfy it herself. "Haa... Hoo...! Ugh...!" Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Morgan’s fingers moved more frantically. Trying to make up for the lacking pleasure with speed. "Ugh... Hnng... I’m gonna..." The continuous stimulation did bring a climax. But she instinctively knew. This was nothing like when Karl sent her over the edge. "Euhhh...!" Morgan trembled as she climaxed. Yet there was no trace of satisfaction on her face. "Haa... Haa..." After climaxing, she realized it even more clearly. It was completely different from the pleasure that man gave her. No matter how much she fingered herself, her own hands couldn’t satisfy her. "It’s not enough..." That was her honest impression. She’d worked herself to a sweat with intense masturbation to barely reach climax. But the pleasure and satisfaction were pitifully low compared to what Karl gave her. If she’d only known ordinary masturbation, it might’ve been enough. But having tasted that sweet, electrifying pleasure, this just wouldn’t do. "Haa... Haa..." Morgan stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. Having just climaxed, the unfulfilled desire made her consider going again. Knock, knock. "Excuse me." The door opened at that moment. Karl entered the room casually, as if it were natural. His eyes met Morgan’s, who was naked. "Haa...?" Seeing his expression, a dazed sound escaped her lips. As if he hadn’t expected to catch her masturbating naked. Karl froze, staring at her. "T-this isn’t what it looks like..." She hurriedly pulled the blanket to cover at least her pussy, thighs, and lower body. Of course, that didn’t erase the situation. Her face flushed red with shame. She couldn’t even meet his eyes properly. To be caught masturbating when her mind was foggy! It was like advertising that she was starving for sex. "Oh, you’re here? You came a bit early today." "No, I’m right on time." "I-is that so?" Checking the clock, it was indeed the scheduled lesson time. She’d been so absorbed in masturbating that she lost track of time. That realization made her face and ears turn bright red. "You must be pretty pent-up, huh?" "Ugh...!" Karl’s casual remark made Morgan feel even more embarrassed. "If you’d just waited a bit, I would’ve come anyway. To go so far as to pleasure yourself alone." "I-it’s not like that...!" "Whatever, shall we start the lesson?" "Ugh..." Karl’s attitude was clear—he wouldn’t listen to any excuses. Not that she had any good ones anyway. "Oh, put some clothes on first. Wow, these panties are soaked through. You can’t wear these anymore, can you?" Karl’s sly smile felt more infuriating and humiliating than usual. Yet just seeing his face made her pussy start tingling again. This lesson was going to be tough.