City of Witches Chapter 102

Two days had passed since Siwoo regained consciousness.

Given the sudden incident, it was necessary to calmly observe his progress before proceeding with treatment.

Therefore, Yebin stayed in the same room with him, observing his actions.

Basically, Siwoo sat still on the bed.

Then, as if something occurred to him, he would suddenly spring up, stare into the air, and wave his hand around.

It was a motion as if writing something on a blackboard, but Yebin didn't know exactly what it meant.

She had heard from Amelia that he had attempted to use language spontaneously to initiate conversation, but during his time with Yebin, he didn't utter a single word.

Was it like he was an autistic child trapped in his own world?

There was almost no interaction with the outside.

The only time he seemed to show interest in something else was when Yebin's figure occasionally caught his eye.

Normally, he would let it pass like scenery, as if not properly recognizing it, but roughly every three hours, he would approach Yebin first.

She stayed still to observe his behavior, but he would sniff her hair or try to grope her chest.

However, if Yebin refused, he would quietly return as if nothing had happened.

It reminded her of an NPC from the days before artificial intelligence had developed.

What was certain was that his actions were becoming more natural over time.

First, the mechanical, intermittent pauses had disappeared.

She planned to find out today how much he had recovered and where to start from now.

Anyway.

If there were no particular issues, today would be the last day of treatment.

Yebin took a deep sigh and put down the chart she had been diligently filling out.

"Mr. Siwoo."

"........"

Hearing his name called, Siwoo, who had been standing and looking at the ceiling, quickly turned his gaze toward Yebin.

This was also one of the points of change.

Hearing his name - recognizing it as his name - turning to find out why.

It meant the mechanism was proceeding smoothly.

"Come here."

Thinking this would be the last sex with Siwoo made her feel a bit unsettled.

After all, he was her first man, for better or worse.

Yebin lifted her top and showed Siwoo her chest.

She hadn't worn a bra anyway, as she would be taking it off.

Seeing her breasts swaying like ripe fruit in the wind, Siwoo walked over with a steady pace.

This was somewhat embarrassing, but it was the most natural method, so there was no helping it.

Before, when Siwoo lay still, she could just climb on top, but now she had to induce his sexual desire.

"Euk...!"

Siwoo, who had strode over, grabbed Yebin's chest without hesitation.

As his slightly inconsiderate touch roughly kneaded her breasts, Yebin felt her face flush hotly.

She was sure of it now.

This was quite awkward.

After fondling Yebin's breasts for a while, Siwoo's hand moved toward her nipple this time.

Slowly circling the nipple, Yebin's soft bud gradually hardened.

It seemed more like he was fascinated by the sensation rather than intending to caress her.

"Hmm..."

She would receive compensation after this was over, right?

Last night, Amelia had come to Yebin to discuss the compensation.

Fortunately, the conversation had been calm and measured, so it seemed unlikely that a jealous and angry Amelia would cause any trouble.

Yebin had decided to stay in Gehenna.

She had always disliked fighting, and there was no need to stay on Earth, which might be teeming with dangerous Witches.

But staying cooped up in Greenland, fiddling between her thighs, would also be depressing.

"Ah... um..."

Siwoo, who had been absentmindedly playing with her breasts, placed his hand on Yebin's shoulder.

"Huh, wha... what do you need?"

And then he pushed down firmly.

Under his weight, Yebin awkwardly crouched down.

Siwoo had already taken off his pants and underwear.

Seeing his erect cock right in front of her, memories of the past surfaced.

They were truly fascinating and strangely erotic experiences.

Yebin's body reacted honestly to the memory of that magical pleasure-giving wonder stick.

Even though only her breasts had been touched a little, her body felt warm and flushed.

Was it easy to meet a man with such an impressive tool, a decent face, and, from what she'd heard, a good personality?

She thought she wouldn't have any feelings, but surprisingly, she felt a bit regretful.

"Wha... what!"

But the regret was short-lived.

Siwoo placed his hand on Yebin's crouched head and pulled it toward him, thrusting his cock forward.

Yebin hastily turned her head, her cheek poked by the tip, and she flinched in surprise.

She had guessed what he was trying to do by positioning her at this height.

Fellatio.

A common pseudo-sexual act, so prevalent that it would be disappointing if it didn't appear in adult videos, and there were even adult videos dedicated solely to it.

Siwoo was trying to put his cock in Yebin's mouth.

And somewhat coercively at that.

But wasn't this far from instinct?

It seemed like something that would only come from having experienced it before...

"W-wait a moment, Mr. Siwoo!"

Siwoo kept poking Yebin's face here and there with his cock.

Actually, doing it with her mouth wasn't that difficult.

She had often seen it in adult videos and had wondered what it would feel like.

However, the reason Yebin and Siwoo were mingling their bodies now was solely for healing.

Whether fellatio was an essential part of sex or not, it was a highly additional act in terms of treatment.

And Yebin was here for treatment.

Especially now, when the boundary between treatment and sex was becoming blurred, if she indulged Siwoo's whims, Yebin felt she would end up in a confused state.

Regardless of Yebin's thoughts, Siwoo kept trying to put his cock in her mouth.

"Uh, Mr. Siwoo... you shouldn't keep poking someone's face with your cock."

So Yebin gently grasped Siwoo's member and naturally applied lubricant.

During the process, Siwoo quieted down, perhaps feeling good.

Yebin stood up, took off her skirt, leaned on the bed, and stuck out her buttocks.

"Mr. Siwoo, not the mouth, do it here."

She pulled her waist back, making it easier for him to insert.

Siwoo quickly approached Yebin and grabbed her hips.

The hot thing touched her Boji, and the insertion began with a thrust.

As expected, the first insertion was tight.But in an instant, Yebin, aligned with the cock, felt her body tingling and trembling.

"Hnght...!"

This time, she immediately began to deploy Magic.

Now Siwoo would excitedly hold Yebin and start moving his hips.

So, before the aftermath of the climax disrupted her concentration, she had to enter the palace of the Unconscious.

"Ngh... uhn... ahh...!"

As Yebin's moans grew louder, another consciousness of hers opened the Gate to the palace.

A space filled with stairs and Gates.

This was Yebin's sensory visualization of the information she received from Siwoo, made easy to identify.

"Uh..."

As soon as she opened the Gate, what Yebin encountered was completely different from what she had expected.

A dark, vast space with stairs and Gates.

That much was the same.

But the reason Yebin stood there dumbfounded, unable to do anything, was because the Gates were tightly locked.

It wasn't just one or two like that.

Every Gate was tightly bound with thick, black iron chains.

As if declaring that no one's entry would be permitted, they refused to provide any information.

"Is this even possible?"

Yebin reached out and grabbed the iron chain.

Strictly speaking, this iron chain did not actually exist.

It merely appeared that way to Yebin as an element interfering with her analysis of the information and waveforms Siwoo was emitting.

By touching the chain, she read the information.

And then she frowned.

The information that should have been accessible simply by opening the Gate was randomized.

Useless magic power waveforms were arbitrarily added, creating meaningless values.

If it were merely a misinterpretation of information, it wouldn't exhibit such regular complexity.

In other words, this was not Yebin misinterpreting information due to some other error, but rather 'Siwoo's intention.'

Just as Autonomous Defense responds to external physical attacks and unwanted mental intrusions.

Siwoo had also locked the Gates to prevent Yebin from arbitrarily entering his Unconscious.

-Crrumble!

The moment she recognized that, the collapse of the vast world began.

The stairs crumbled, and all the Gates, firmly locked, began to fall into the darkness below.

Swallowed by the darkness without even a chance to scream, Yebin was immediately returned to reality.

"Hah...!"

The pelvis, relentlessly and firmly held.

A dizzying pleasure, as if something were digging deep inside her body, spread through Yebin's body as she returned to reality.

Siwoo was holding her waist and thrusting his cock in and out...

...was not.

"........."

Siwoo stood still, pressing his cock tightly against Yebin's cervix without saying a word.

As if observing her reaction.

Under that strange pressure, Yebin hesitantly glanced over her shoulder.

In Siwoo's left eye, a golden magic power reflection flowed, just like before.

His calm right eye showed no glimmer of emotion.

Yet, Yebin felt as if she were being interrogated.

As if saying, 'How about it? Can't just barge in this time, can you?'

"Don't... don't tell me..."

Yebin thought of one possibility.

Previously, Siwoo had encountered Yebin within the palace of the Unconscious.

And today, Siwoo's palace was encrypted in a complex manner that Yebin could not interpret.

That level of sophistication was not something that could be done instantly.

He wasn't just idly waving his hand in the air or sitting around blankly all that time.

He had been preparing countermeasures against Yebin's illegal intrusion and waiting.

As if confirming Yebin's speculation, a flat, emotionless voice, devoid of even a hint of triumphant fervor, flowed from Siwoo's mouth.

"Did I win?"

It was still a tone devoid of emotion, almost mechanical.

Yebin felt a shiver run down her spine.

Siwoo had challenged Yebin to a fight.

Siwoo won, and Yebin lost.

Thinking from a common-sense perspective, it was absolutely impossible.

Even if Amelia were to come, Yebin would overwhelmingly win in a battle for dominance over 'Pangaea.'

Just as it would be obvious who would win if a quantum physicist and a thoracic surgeon debated the risks of bypass surgery.

Innate magic possesses a 'unique nature' that only its caster can understand to that extent.

But looking back, there was the time when Siwoo absorbed, amplified, and returned Yebin's magic power.

He had already grasped part of the nature of Yebin's innate magic.

He started the battle of interpreting the magic power 'magnetized' by Yebin with the most crucial key in hand.

Thinking that way, this wasn't entirely impossible.

Now, only one thing remained.

The question of how it was possible to encrypt such a vast amount of data.

Was it possible with just human mental calculation?

Yebin could answer immediately.

Impossible.

But Siwoo did it.

How?

Yebin barely managed to think of one possibility.

Savant syndrome.

A syndrome seen in an extremely small subset of patients who are either born with autism or have acquired brain damage.

Like perfectly reproducing a photograph shown only for a very brief moment.

Or counting the number and even remembering the positions of hundreds of dots shown in an instant.

Or showing a genius sense for musical composition.

Or drawing beautiful paintings with a transcendent aesthetic sense.

Or perceiving all things mathematically and synesthetically depicting them—a syndrome that grants genius-level talent in specific fields.

Siwoo's current intelligence wasn't simply degenerated.

As seen with Ain, he had discovered his own 'laws' and bloomed his talent to the extent of overturning the existing paradigm of Magic.

"Ugh... ugh...!"

While Yebin was flustered and agape.

Siwoo grabbed Yebin by the back of her hair.

Pressing her down toward the bed with his weight, he began to claim the spoils of victory.

He resumed the hip movements that had momentarily stopped and began to take Yebin's body.

-Squeak!

"Hah... ah... ugh..."

Yebin, in a state of mental and physical weakness from the shock akin to realizing the Earth is flat and not round, couldn't resist his movements.

Unable to grasp what to do in the situation, Yebin was reduced to prey for instinct.

"Hah... ugh...!"

This wasn't healing.

Nor was it even a life-saving act attempting healing.

Now, Yebin had become a female, a loser, being devoured by the victor.

That fact relentlessly stimulated Yebin's dark pleasure.

"Ah... ah...!"That day, Yebin received four loads of cum in the doggy-style position.

Until her pretty petals swelled up with cum and love juice, and her voice grew hoarse, unable to make any more sounds.

She became a pouch, repeatedly filled with Siwoo's desires.

By the time all the acts were over, Yebin's white buttocks were covered with Siwoo's handprints.

From her Boji, radiating warmth like a peach baked in an oven, white cream-like cum dripped steadily.

Author's Note (Afterword)

My protagonist has Magic battles while having sex?

Readers!!! Did you miss my weekend?

I clearly picked it up two days ago, but it's gone!!!

It's a big deal!!!! It's a big deal!!!