City of Witches Chapter 101

Amelia, who had gone to the research building to compose herself and picked up her quill pen as usual.

The moment she felt the sudden Wave of Magical Power reverberating, she hurriedly returned to the dormitory.

Because she thought something had happened to Siwoo.

What Amelia saw the moment she entered Siwoo’s room was Yebin, naked, dripping white fluid between her legs.

And Siwoo, kneeling with only his waist arched backward, lying down.

When she first saw Yebin, Amelia felt a surge of anger, but the moment she saw Siwoo’s state, something flashed through her mind.

His posture had changed.

Into a posture he couldn’t have taken unless he had moved voluntarily.

“Ah....ahh....”

Amelia slumped down as if the strength had left her legs.

Yebin tried to put on her clothes but realized her dress was torn, so she wrapped herself haphazardly in a blanket and rushed over to Amelia.

“He woke up...?”

“Yes...well, how should I explain this...”

Yebin hesitated but then recounted in detail what had happened today.

How Siwoo suddenly got up and moved of his own will during intercourse.

How he absorbed magic power, amplified it, and returned it.

These were the two things she talked about.

“So, you mean the healing isn’t completely finished yet?”

“Yes...yes! But the fact that his body moved is good news. Since there were no strange aspects to his movements, it means the recovery process is progressing smoothly.”

While Yebin explained, Amelia had calmed down somewhat and sat quietly, organizing her thoughts.

However, even though her mind had settled, she hadn’t fully processed the situation.

“I... think I met him in the palace of the Unconscious. He was doing something there. I think it was probably a modification of his innate Magic Circle.”

“Modification?”

“Yes, it was instantly stacking up and collapsing repeatedly, transforming into completely different forms.”

That shouldn’t be possible.

But it actually happened.

Otherwise, there’s no way to explain that pure amplification of magic power.

He had created yet another ‘innate magic’ that had never existed before.

“What is his current condition?”

“I’ll check right away.”

Yebin hurriedly approached Siwoo, who was lying in a bizarre posture.

Glancing at Amelia’s expression, she pressed her body close to him and released diagnostic tentacles.

She performed a cursory diagnosis to check if all body parts were intact, if any organs were damaged, or if there were any abnormalities in his magical circuit, but found nothing wrong.

Next, she interfered directly with his brain through the prosthetic eye.

“Huh...?”

And Yebin spent a long time pondering whether the information caught by her tentacles was real.

Amelia tilted her head, looking puzzled by Yebin’s reaction.

“Is something wrong?”

“Uh....”

Even after checking twice, three times, it was the same.

All the neural circuit systems that Yebin had temporarily structured were now normal.

Meaning, all the damaged parts of his brain had regenerated.

Since when does the brain, not being clay, regenerate so easily?

Moreover, this structure closely resembles the neural arrangement Yebin had roughly outlined.

It wasn’t haphazardly piled up but properly restored according to a certain rule, meaning about 70% of the healing Yebin aimed for had been completed on its own.

As Yebin stared down at Siwoo with trembling eyes at this incomprehensible phenomenon, his eyes quietly opened.

The moment she saw his hand twitch, Amelia sprang up and stood right beside the bed.

Siwoo’s magical achievements and analyzing the anomalies were important, but even more important was the fact that he had awakened.

“Miss Smirna, could you leave us alone for a moment? I’ll hear about him a little later.”

“Ah, yes... Miss Merigold. But please understand he hasn’t fully recovered yet. You need to handle him carefully.”

Yebin, seeming slightly worried, gave a word of caution and then stepped aside.

Amelia looked down intently at Siwoo.

Siwoo’s eyes were hazy.

No clear intellect was felt, and there was an obvious time lag in recognizing and reacting to something.

Even at a glance, he was far from a normal state.

But he moved.

His eyes were open, looking at something, clearly alive.

The one who had lain like a doll without opening his eyes for a hundred days was now alive and moving.

Amelia felt her eyes stinging.

Leaning her upper body, she touched his cheek, and Siwoo’s eyes turned toward Amelia’s hand.

It’s warm.

If she conveyed this feeling of relief, this sense of apology now, how much would reach him?

Amelia bent her waist.

She lightly kissed Siwoo’s cheek and whispered softly.

“I’m glad... you’re... huh?”

And Amelia’s choked-up voice was immediately overtaken by bewilderment.

-Squish squish

His hand had already reached Amelia’s chest.

With greedy movements, he was kneading her breasts arbitrarily.

“Ah...?”

Amelia performed pupil tremors.

Her clear sky-blue pupils vibrated at 144Hz, slowly catching on to what was happening to her.

His firm hand was arbitrarily distorting Amelia’s well-shaped breasts over her clothes.

Touching her breasts?

As Amelia gasped and tried to pull away, something moved in the corner of her vision.

Without even thinking to shake off Siwoo’s hand, Amelia turned her head toward it like a rusty machine, creaking.

The place she had deliberately averted her gaze from.

Siwoo’s lower part, which had been kneading her breasts as if they were his own, slowly swelled and began to stand erect.

Coated with a clear fluid that was unmistakably cum and Yebin’s love juice.

Siwoo slowly raised his body.

Of course, his hand was still kneading Amelia’s breast.

Amelia, dazed as if hit on the head, watched Siwoo’s actions with her mouth half-open.

“Ah....”

Siwoo’s other hand reached out and grasped the back of Amelia’s neck.

Her cascading, brilliant blonde hair rustled softly.

Amelia, her neck held, leaned her upper body against his bare chest due to the pulling force.

What... is happening now?

Despite Amelia’s stunned reaction, Siwoo paid no heed.

His face drew closer to the side of Amelia’s face."Sniff sniff."

He began burying his nose in Amelia's hair, always combed with a perfume-laden brush, and inhaling its sweet floral fragrance.

For some reason, she couldn't move, as if her entire body were tightly bound by spiderwebs.

His face was close.

He was smelling her hair.

That alone made her heart pound as if it would burst.

"Why... are you doing this?"

".........."

Amelia swallowed hard, her voice trembling.

Her breath had somehow grown shallow.

She felt a subtle emotion, as if she were being appraised by him, but even that wasn't entirely unpleasant.

Her inner thighs involuntarily tensed.

Amelia stretched out her hands, unsure where to place them, fumbling awkwardly in the air as she waited for Siwoo's next move.

Perhaps she was secretly anticipating it?

"Ah...."

His face, which had been buried in her hair, gradually descended.

Brushing past her ear, his breath tickled her earlobe, and his rough lips grazed her cheek.

Then, opening his mouth, he took a bite of Amelia's deer-like nape.

"Ugh...!"

Amelia's hair stood on end like a startled cat's.

Because she could feel his soft tongue hotly licking her sensitive skin.

Huff huff—Amelia made a strangely odd nasal sound and trembled, her hands shaking.

What kind of signal was this?

Why was Siwoo, who still hadn't regained his senses, doing this?

Amelia carefully folded her arms, which had been stiffly stretched forward.

"Si, Siwoo... it tickles..."

Even though he was kneading her breasts and sucking her nape without permission, she could forgive him now.

Originally, even if they were to date, she had planned to spend about three years getting to know each other...

She had thought they would kiss only after 100 days...

But what could she do?

If he pushed like this, she couldn't do anything.

Just as she tried to wrap her arms around the back of his head, Siwoo's hand, which had been kneading her breast, disappeared.

Amelia's shoulders, which had stiffened with tension, relaxed somewhat.

Then, his hand slithered like a snake into the inside of Amelia's dress.

That is, he lifted the hem of her skirt and slid his hand inside.

Because she was wearing a particularly loose-fitting dress today, his hand met almost no resistance as he pushed the dress up to her chest.

And before Amelia could do anything, his hand slipped under her bra.

Firmly kneading her soft breast, he tried to pinch the nipple at its tip.

"Hic...!"

Amelia instinctively pushed Siwoo away.

Her bewilderment at his sudden action wouldn't subside.

Pale-faced, Amelia adjusted the skewed bra strap and looked at Siwoo with an "oops" expression.

"Are... are you okay?"

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be strange for Amelia to lose her temper here, but Siwoo was a patient.

Besides, wasn't she the one who had allowed his actions to go this far?

Siwoo, who had fallen backward, slowly rose again.

Amelia was confused by her tangled emotions.

Siwoo got up from the bed and stood on both feet.

This, too, was a positive sign of smooth recovery, but all Amelia noticed was his erect cock, swaying like a spring.

"Ah, even so, this seems a bit much..."

".........."

His face was scrunched up as if dissatisfied.

Still, Amelia had no intention of changing her decision.

Siwoo approached, and Amelia stepped back.

It was like the day when Siwoo had first raged and thrashed about.

Siwoo's lips moved.

A dry, weak voice, cracked from long disuse.

Nevertheless, it rang vividly in Amelia's ears.

"...Bitch."

From Siwoo's perspective, it wasn't something he said after deep thought.

An obstacle had arisen in achieving what he wanted, and coupled with his memories of Amelia being far from favorable, it was no different from lashing out indiscriminately.

After all, even when he was in his right mind, his impressions of Amelia were never positive.

Amelia felt as if her heart had plummeted.

".........."

She had waited 100 days.

She had waited anxiously, tolerating him mingling with other women, waiting and waiting.

But what returned was a cold remark.

Yet, Amelia did not run away.

Instead, she gazed at Siwoo with a straight, pitiful look.

"I know."

That was it.

That was as far as Amelia could go.

"You must hate me."

Siwoo didn't know what Amelia had endured.

Because he had just woken up from sleep.

Even though she knew the circumstances, even though she understood, her heart ached.

Her throat felt sore, as if she had swallowed something hot.

"Until you can forgive me... I won't give up."

But Siwoo seemed to have already lost interest in Amelia.

He simply turned away and stared into space.

"Until then... I'll wait."

Amelia quietly closed the door, watching him like that.

Author's Note (Author's Afterword)

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