GILF Hunter-Chapter 223 Did Her Breasts Get Bigger?

Medea and I headed to the room.

After washing up cleanly, my body was heated up in more ways than one.

Since we didn’t have that much time, I planned to go straight to sex.

’...Come to think of it, it’s kind of touching how naturally we’ve come to have sex like this.’

Among all the women I’ve conquered, Medea was one of the most difficult and time-consuming.

Her original personality was rational and fierce, so she never showed any openings.

Her basic technique was also excellent, so she wasn’t easy to bring down.

She took such perfect care of herself that creating an opportunity was hard too.

Because of that, it took a long time and a lot of effort to seriously go after her and succeed.

’Compared to the Medea I met first, Morgan—who I met last—took even longer, so that says it all.’

Medea was probably the first woman I put this much effort into just to fuck.

Back in my hometown, women would fall quickly with just a bit of seduction and training.

Even harem members like Diana and Morgan didn’t have any real aversion to sex itself.

But with Medea, the relationship itself was a little different.

Even if we were technically adoptive daughter and son-in-law... on paper, we had become father and daughter.

If it weren’t for the special case of being from the witch tribe, I probably wouldn’t have even dared to touch Medea.

’It really was hard work turning a girl like that into this.’

The biggest obstacle was Medea’s own psychological resistance.

As Circe’s adopted daughter, Medea held considerable gratitude and respect toward her.

Because of that, she considered sleeping with me a betrayal of Circe.

But I actually used that very point to attack her.

In the end, she became an excellent pussy maid who can now suck my cock even in front of Circe.

"What are you staring at? It’s creepy."

...That fierce, cold personality is still the same, though.

No, maybe because we’ve gotten closer, she’s become even more unabashed.

Well... that’s another charm unique to Medea, and I like it.

"I was just thinking about old times for a second."

"Old times? For you, ’old times’ is at most ten years, isn’t it?"

"Back then you said you’d absolutely never have sex with me. Now you’ve even learned to shake your hips on your own."

"...What a vulgar beast."

Medea’s cheeks flushed and she whipped her head away.

Everyone has a dark history they don’t want anyone to see.

Not that I have any intention of sparing her from it.

"What, embarrassed now? Thanks to that I’m even hornier, so I’m good."

"Shut up. We still have things to do, so let’s just get it over with quickly."

"I’m fine taking it slow? Work has decreased a lot anyway."

"That kind of carelessness creates mistakes and shortcomings. Don’t forget you’re the husband of the Archwitch and behave thoroughly."

While speaking, Medea began unbuttoning her maid outfit.

Snap, snap.

Soon the voluminous dress slid all the way down.

She quickly ended up in just her underwear.

"Oh?"

Earlier in the bathroom while undressing I hadn’t noticed properly, but now I saw—

It was the gray sporty underwear I like the most.

"You wore those on purpose? You were paying attention to what I said?"

"...I just thought these were the most comfortable. Anyway, whenever I’m with you my panties get soaked and unusable."

"Still, you deliberately changed out of the black ones you wore this morning."

"Like I said, those were also wet this morning so I changed."

"And that wetness was because of me, right? Then you deliberately chose my favorite again."

"...."

Medea’s cheeks and ears turned even redder.

She gave me a slightly pouty look.

"If you’re going to keep teasing me like that, I’m leaving."

"Ahaha! Sorry. You’re just too cute."

I quickly soothed Medea, who was turning away in a slight sulk.

She grumbles a lot but doesn’t actually get upset easily.

But when she genuinely gets mad, she never forgives easily.

I once went too hard with a rough play session and embarrassed her.

She didn’t speak a single word to me for a whole week.

’In the end I had to beg and give her a full-body massage course before she finally forgave me.’

Fortunately today didn’t seem that bad.

Just a short, embarrassed little tantrum.

After I soothed her, Medea returned reluctantly as if she had no choice.

"This underwear really suits you, Medea."

"Didn’t the others prefer flashier lingerie?"

"Ah, maybe that’s true?"

When it comes to my underwear preference, I lean toward the overtly sexual kind.

Bras and panties that split in the middle and expose everything lewdly.

See-through negligees where nipples show clearly.

Or garter belts that emphasize sexiness.

I like those, so I deliberately had the girls wear my preferred styles.

Once I even made all four of them wear garter belts and held a thrilling "garter belt party."

"Still, this style suits you best, Medea. Your body and skin are so firm and perky."

"Hmmm... well, unlike those, these are comfortable for moving around, so I don’t mind."

"Yeah, yeah. And like I said before, gray shows the wetness in real time, which is great."

"...."

Medea reflexively pressed her thighs together and rubbed them slightly.

She was probably worried the wet spot was visible.

We hadn’t even started proper play yet, but her pussy was probably already reacting little by little.

’She really is too cute.’

Seeing that reaction made me even hotter and harder to hold back.

I quickly stripped, lifted Medea, and sat her on the bed.

"Okay, arms up~"

"...Who are you treating like a child? And you’re younger."

"Don’t be like that."

Medea raised her arms to make it easier for me to take the bra off.

I immediately pulled the gray bra upward and off.

Jiggle!

Her heavy, full breasts bounced upward then came back down with a delicious wobble.

Breasts bigger than her small face completely filled my vision.

I’d seen them while washing earlier, but they really were magnificent and mouthwatering.

Even if Medea had a child, there’d be zero worry about starving.

"Can you put your hands behind your head? So I can see your armpits."

"Haa... you really like this kind of thing, don’t you."

Medea sighed and did as I asked.

Slightly damp armpits from sweat and water.

And beneath them, large yet perfectly shaped breasts that make any man’s heart race.

Breasts so perfect that just imagining sliding my cock between them makes me throb.

Breasts this full and satisfying are rare.

"Seriously, I think your breasts got a bit bigger than before?"

"...You know very well that witches have very little physical change."

"No, they definitely got bigger. The way they feel in my hands is better, and it feels like they could hold way more milk."

"That’s such a perverted analogy, very like you."

Medea replied as if she was dumbfounded.

"Maybe they grew because someone keeps groping them every single day."

"Ooh, that’s a good point. I should grope them even more so they grow bigger."

"Hng!"

Squish... squish...

I grabbed both breasts fully and kneaded them.

They were so big that even my fairly large hands couldn’t cover them completely.

Yet the softness and bounciness were absolutely top-class.

When I squeezed the whole thing, the elasticity pushed back while somehow sucking my hands in deeper.

’These breasts are genuinely heavy.’

I could tell just by looking, but feeling them directly made it even clearer.

This rich weight drives men insane.

The heaviness when lifting from below felt thrilling all over again.

"Nng... you’re obsessed with my breasts even before kissing..."

"Ah, did you want a kiss?"

"Who said that... mm... chu..."

I immediately pressed our lips together and tangled our tongues.

Despite her words, Medea opened her mouth right away and eagerly met my tongue.

Such an dishonest maid.

"Mmm... slurp! Haah...! Chuu...!"

A deep kiss where we sucked and licked each other’s tongues over and over.

Maybe because it felt good, Medea pressed her lips even harder against mine.

I’d noticed the subtle hints earlier, but it seemed Medea had been pent up and aroused for a while too.

"Haa... slurp... nngh!"

Even while kissing, my hands kept kneading her breasts.

Every time I squeezed hard, cute moans burst out of her.

When I touched her nipples, her body visibly jolted.

"Haa... are you a newborn baby? How obsessively are you going to play with my breasts..."

"Men naturally turn into babies in front of huge tits like these."

Naturally, I pushed Medea down onto the bed.

She didn’t resist and just lay back.

While continuing the kiss and groping her breasts, my hand slid downward.

Soon my finger firmly pressed the cleft between her pussy lips through the fabric.

"Uht...!"

The gray panties already had a dark wet stain in the center.

My finger dug slightly into that spot.

The cloth blocked deeper entry, but it was enough.

I rubbed her pussy entrance through the fabric, stimulating her.

"Haa... haa... nng...! Ahh!"

Sweet moans began spilling from Medea’s lips.

She tried to hold them back out of embarrassment, but they escaped anyway.

At the same time, the moans carried an impatient longing for stronger stimulation.

"Mmm... haa... ahh! Nngh! Chuu...♥"

As arousal built, Medea wrapped her arms around me and kissed back harder.

I kept tangling tongues while caressing her pussy and clit over the panties.

I could feel her heat and moans growing stronger.

"Medea, can I put it in soon?"

"...Do whatever you want."

She tried to sound indifferent, but her face—already full of lust—practically screamed "put it in already."

Instead of taking her panties off, I just pulled them to the side.

Her pink pussy, glistening wet with arousal, welcomed me with heat.