Chapter 132: 132 Take her virginity? I slid Medea skirt down and unhooked her bra. Good girl that she is, Medea raised her arms to make it easier. I praised her for it, and her face flushed red again. ’Her mouth is sharp, but her face is adorable and sweet. Despite that sharp tongue.’ I deliberately left her panties on. Her exposed breasts with just panties on are super hot. Plus, it’s to enjoy the benefits of those gray panties I mentioned. "You really left just the panties on, you pervert." "How’s it feel? Bet you’re hyper-aware of whether you’re getting wet after what I said." "...Shut up." "You shouldn’t think about it too much. The more you do, the more sensitive your pussy gets." "Tch." Of course, now that I’ve said it, she can’t help but be conscious of it, whether she wants to or not. She’ll definitely be aware of her panties’ state the whole time she’s serving me. That’s another perk of gray panties. They reveal a woman’s pussy getting wet, regardless of her will. "Alright, I’ll leave the service to you." I lay comfortably on the bed, getting settled for the upcoming pleasure. "Sigh." Medea lightly fixed her hair on the bed. Then she approached me familiarly and gently touched my cock and stroke it up and down gently. Medea’s touch is so soft, it feels amazing. Without me teaching her, she instinctively knows the intensity and sensation I like. "...Why is it already standing so high, pointing at the ceiling?" "My stamina’s just that good. Plus, seeing your panties and breasts got me turned on." "...Stop with the sexual harassment." I’m serious. How could I not get hard looking at those perky breasts and pink nipples asking for my attention? It’s not something a man can control. A cock is wired separately from the brain—seeing a hot woman’s body, it can’t help but get erect even in most dangerous and inconvenient situations. "Sigh! Anyway, I’ll start. I’ve got work to do, so cum quickly." "That’s up to you, Medea." "...You’re extra annoying today." Medea alternated both hands, gently stroking from my balls to the tip. Her touch, like an aromatherapy massage, already had my cock reacting. ’Goddamn, Medea’s technique is incredible.’ Her soft hands caressed my cock and balls with just the right pressure. Even without intense stimulation, it felt purely pleasurable, making my cock twitch. Medea’s caresses are different from a simple handjob which only job is get the shit out. ’Medea handjob is more like teasing, driving a man wild with gentle and wild strokes.’ If Medea worked in a brothel, she’d be beyond an ace—she’d dominate men. Without even going to sex, her hand skills alone would give countless men unforgettable nights. Too good that now that Medea is mine and mine alone to enjoy. "Medea... Your hands feel so good..." "If you came from this light stimulation, it’d make my life easier." Despite her words, she never applied too much pressure, only gently caressing my dick. It’s the technique of a woman who knows how to make a man melt effortlessly. Honestly, I’m hooked on her touch. Soon, her hands started focusing on the tip and my balls. "Oh, ooh...!" The pleasure made me instinctively buck my hips. My cock was already going wild, craving stronger sensations. "...I’m a bit curious. How does a cock that loves this touch satisfy Circe so much?" "Want to find out with your pussy? It’d feel mind-blowingly good, I bet." "I’ll pass." Medea spoke firmly, cutting off her own hesitation. "As I’ve always said, your cum and stamina are for Circe’s pregnancy, so save it." "You know by now that Circe alone can’t handle my stamina. She’d probably welcome the help." I’m already rotating between Circe, Diana, and Morgan. Even with work, I fuck at least twice every two days. Or sometimes multiple times a day with each of them. Even so, they often collapse or pass out from exhaustion. ’I’m always filling Circe’s womb with cum.’ Could Circe handle my stamina and desire alone? She’d be so worn out day and night, she wouldn’t be able to stand. Adding Medea to the mix wouldn’t change much. But it’d make my life a lot more fun. "You realize it doesn’t matter that much, don’t you?" "...Still, no." A flicker of hesitation crossed Medea’s face, but she shook her head. "It’s a principle I’ve set as a maid." "The situation’s changed. Is there really a need to stick to it?" Kissing, paizuri, and blowjobs are fine, but sex is off-limits. It’s like being a virtuous slut, or something like that. "Still, no. It’s a matter of loyalty between me and Circe. If I got pregnant before her, things would get complicated." Circe and Medea are like adoptive mother and daughter. It’s not blood-related, like some taboo incest, but it’d still complicate things in many ways. ’Well, that’s part of what makes it hot.’ A mother and daughter bound not by blood but by affection. The thought of both of them moaning under me, sucking my cock together, is thrilling just to imagine. I have to conquer Medea both heart and body for that. A witch mother-daughter sandwich isn’t something you get to enjoy easily. Miss this chance, and I might never get it again even in next seven lives. At the same time, Medea’s reaction fueled my desire. ’She says no, but she never says she dislikes me or sex.’ In other words, she’s open to sex with me. It’s just her loyalty to Circe holding her back. How thrilling would it be to break that conviction and take her virginity? ’If I can just chip away at that mindset, she might fall quickly.’ That’s pretty significant. It means if I can persuade Circe well, I could conquer Medea too. Considering how she used to coldly reject and criticize me, this is huge progress. It was worth slowly breaking down her walls. "If that’s the case, how about some pseudo-sex?" At my words, Medea blinked her pretty eyes.