I was lying on the bed, both wrists bound.
It was because of the binding magic Medea had cast on me.
'She tied me up pretty thoroughly.'
Still, I've been diligently learning magic myself.
It's not like I couldn't undo it with some focus…
"Don't try anything funny."
With a light snap of Medea's fingers, my attempt to break the spell was instantly canceled.
'Tch! She used to pretend she was some half-baked witch among her kind.'
From a human perspective, Medea is plenty genius.
At the very least, she's on par with me, someone once called a genius of a magical family.
Medea tilted her head, watching me squirm.
"Hmm, I'm offering to give you the service you like, so why are you so resistant?"
"It's a bit much for a guy to just lie there bound and take it."
Well… honestly, this kind of play is pretty exciting in its own way.
But knowing Medea's personality, she'd probably keep me from even looking at or touching her breasts.
"The result is the same—you'll come either way."
