City of Witches Chapter 111

“Here, you can lie down here.”

Amelia tidied the bed that had been disheveled from her earlier rolling around and offered it to Siwoo.

Siwoo looked at Amelia with an expression that seemed to say he hadn’t expected this.

“Lady Amelia... w-when you said ‘together’...”

Siwoo, who had only assumed they would be sleeping in the same room, clearly looked flustered.

He never imagined the suggestion would be to sleep in the same bed.

His gaze was one of overwhelming gratitude and burden.

“No need to worry. Lie down now.”

Amelia gently pushed Siwoo’s back, seating him on the bed.

She removed his slippers and firmly tucked both his legs under the covers.

“You don’t have to do this! I can just sleep on the sofa over there.”

“Then, I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“That won’t do...”

Siwoo, unable to decide what to do, sat there fidgeting with his feet.

Amelia leaned over and pulled the blanket up to Siwoo’s chest.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll just stay by your side until you fall asleep.”

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable. It’s just that I feel too sorry...”

“It’s fine.”

Amelia reached out slightly and firmly grasped his hand.

Siwoo’s hand, now even smaller than hers.

Startled by the sudden touch of their entwined fingers, Siwoo looked at Amelia with wide, rabbit-like eyes.

“Relax. You’re a patient and a child, Siwoo. Children are meant to be cared for, you know.”

It seemed Siwoo had no intention of refusing after Amelia said that.

After staring at their tightly clasped hands for a while, he laid his head comfortably on the pillow.

“Thank you.”

Amelia unconsciously stared intently at his face as he shyly whispered.

She knew this wasn’t the time for such idle thoughts.

Even though she knew this moment was a fleeting peace, she couldn’t help but feel sentimental.

He’s so cute.

His childhood appearance was so bright and clever that it could melt even Amelia’s heart, which disliked children.

After watching Amelia for a while, Siwoo wriggled his body to the side and lifted the blanket.

Then, he patted the spot beside him.

“Lady Amelia, please lie down here too.”

“I know you feel awkward around me. You don’t have to force yourself to be considerate.”

Siwoo had shown fear and distance toward Amelia as soon as he woke up.

So, Amelia guessed his offer wasn’t sincere.

“No, this bed is really spacious, isn’t it? It seems like there’s plenty of room for two people.”

But Siwoo only mentioned the bed’s size, showing no sign of the distance he had displayed earlier.

“If Lady Amelia has to sleep somewhere other than the bed because of me, I won’t be able to sleep comfortably either.”

It was precisely for such considerate reasons toward Amelia.

Seeing him so clever and somehow admirable, Amelia was about to climb onto the bed.

“Well then, I’ll sleep beside you today.”

“Yes.”

Once they both slipped under the covers and shared the same blanket, Siwoo finally seemed relieved and smiled a very faint smile.

Amelia, gazing at that smile as if admiring it, belatedly realized something and felt her mind go blank.

In the past, Amelia had impulsively driven Siwoo out of comfortable lodging.

Although she hadn’t intended to send him to a harsh environment like a stable, it was entirely her responsibility that he ended up living on a pile of straw.

In contrast, Siwoo was enduring his discomfort out of consideration for Amelia.

His innocent goodwill contrasted with her shameful actions, making her face flush with heat.

It was self-reproach for having acted worse than a ten-year-old child and the resulting guilt.

“Oh...!”

In a lying position, she tightly hugged Siwoo.

Siwoo, much smaller than Amelia, nestled snugly into her embrace.

Along with the floral scent blending musk, vanilla, jasmine, and dozens of other flower fragrances.

Amelia’s soft chest, clad in her Nightgown, pressed against Siwoo’s face.

Confused by Amelia’s inexplicable action, Siwoo stiffened like a log, hesitating over where to place his hands.

“U-um... Lady Amelia?”

Even as a child, Siwoo knew the basics.

He knew a woman’s chest was a place that shouldn’t be touched or pressed against carelessly.

The soft, plump chest touching his cheek through the thin, gentle fabric.

And this thing protruding in the middle of her chest, poking his cheek particularly insistently...

The moment he realized what it was, Siwoo felt an intense urge he had never experienced before.

An urge to grope Amelia’s chest, one he had no idea why he felt.

Something felt ticklish and uncomfortable in his lower abdomen.

Siwoo desperately suppressed it.

Instead, he barely twisted his body and slipped out of Amelia’s arms.

“I’m sorry, did you dislike it?”

Amelia realized her sudden action might have been burdensome for him.

“Ah, no. It’s not that I disliked it, it was nice... but a little embarrassing.”

From his side-lying position, Siwoo’s eyes caught the prominent white cleavage of her chest.

Even though he knew it was a bad thought, he wanted to reach out and knead it.

“No need to be embarrassed. When I was your age, I used to sleep cuddled in my Master’s arms too.”

“You did, Lady Amelia?”

Siwoo asked, seemingly surprised.

From his perspective, it was hard to imagine Amelia, who seemed more mature and somewhat intimidating than anyone, having such a childish side in the past.

“Yes. When I lay cuddled in my Master’s arms, she would sing to me until I fell asleep.”

Amelia, who was sensitive and fussy about bedtime, would reportedly fall asleep snoring within ten minutes when cuddled in her Master’s arms, listening to a lullaby while kneading her chest.

Though she had no intention of mentioning the kneading part, the corners of Amelia’s mouth relaxed as she recalled those hazy, warm memories.

“.........”

With her stubbornness that pushed others away gone and her tension loosened, Amelia’s face looked as if she might smile at any moment.

Though when Amelia returned from her reminiscence to reality, she reverted to her usual self.

Siwoo stared blankly at her lovely appearance for a moment.

“So, it’s okay to be a little spoiled sometimes.”

She slightly opened her embrace, making it easier for Siwoo to snuggle in.Hesitating, Siwoo fidgeted and nestled back into Amelia's embrace.

Then.

His hand, almost instinctively, moved up to Amelia's chest.

It was more an unconscious movement than a deliberate act, surprising even Siwoo himself.

"......Eek!"

Amelia's body flinched and trembled.

The feeling of someone's chest pressing against hers was distinctly different from the sensation of a hand directly touching it.

Simultaneously, Siwoo, who had been half-entranced, realized where his hand was resting and turned pale.

"I-I'm sorry!"

"It's alright."

But the surprise was fleeting, and Amelia's demeanor quickly softened.

Didn't Amelia herself know the comforting warmth a chest could provide in bed?

It was only natural for a child of that age to seek maternal comfort.

"You wanted to touch it, didn't you?"

"N-no, that's not it! My hand just moved on its own..."

Moreover, it wasn't just Siwoo, but little Siwoo.

What was she supposed to do, being conscious of a child who was even scared of sleeping alone?

Thinking strange thoughts here would be the truly vulgar thing.

Amelia pulled Siwoo's wrist and placed his hand back on her chest.

Then, in a gentle voice, she guided him.

"If you want to, go ahead."

Siwoo's small hand grasped the soft, plump flesh of Amelia's breast.

A sensation incomparably more comforting and yielding than when he had nuzzled his cheek against it.

Entranced by the feeling, so captivating he could knead it all day, Siwoo forgot to ask for permission again and dumbly squeezed her breast.

"Wow..."

It's soft.

Through the thin Nightgown, he could feel her heartbeat and the gentle sway perfectly.

He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop.

"Does it help calm your heart a bit?"

"Yes..."

Amelia gently stroked Siwoo's head with one hand.

His expression, eyes shining as if he'd discovered something new, was just too adorable.

• Squish, squish

The elastic breast that would yield when pressed and spring back to its original shape with the slightest release of pressure.

The shape of the cleavage, which had strangely drawn his gaze, changing freely was intensely alluring.

How long had they been like that?

Amelia suddenly felt her body flinch and tighten.

To describe it...

Yes, it was similar to when she had peeked at Odil sucking Siwoo's member.

A peculiar sensation, as if her body was falling away, caught in a swaying net, and then bouncing back.

Her chest felt hot and flushed.

She suddenly felt the space between her slightly parted legs clench.

The area around the nipple touching his palm suddenly became acutely conscious.

"Eek...!"

So focused was he, that even seeing Amelia flinch, Siwoo didn't stop his hand.

What had started as gentle kneading had now become a motion of gathering and releasing Amelia's breast, almost as if clutching it tightly.

He had no time to wonder if his touch had been this explicit when kneading the Master's breasts.

He was only confused by the unfamiliar, strange, and peculiar feeling.

But the most important thing was...

He didn't dislike it at all.

His breath grew short and his heart grew increasingly impatient, yet paradoxically, tranquility and comfort coexisted.

To the point where she couldn't find a reason to tell him to stop.

"Hiyak...!"

Amelia let out a small scream, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Siwoo, who had been kneading all over Amelia's breast until now, had lightly twisted the protruding nipple tip through the fabric with his fingertip.

It happened almost unconsciously, and the sensation, like an electric shock running from her chest deep into her abdomen, made it impossible to stay still.

The sound was so loud it even startled Siwoo, who had been in a State of No-Self while kneading Amelia's breast.

"I-I'm sorry..."

Siwoo apologized to Amelia in a frightened voice.

While caressing with his palm, he had felt a firm, resilient nub and wondered what it would feel like to twist it, never dreaming it would hurt her so.

"I-It's okay..."

Amelia straightened her disheveled collar and patted Siwoo.

She had never dreamed the sensation would be like this.

It was an awkward situation for both.

"Siwoo, the breast is fine... but you mustn't touch there. Understood?"

"Y-yes... I'm sorry..."

"It's not like you knew."

How could Siwoo have known something even Amelia didn't?

Generously letting it pass, Amelia cleared her throat ahem ahem, straightened her shoulders which had been hunched tightly, and offered her breast again, making it easy for Siwoo to touch.

Seeing how much he enjoyed it made her want to give him more.

Because his appearance, kneading Amelia's breast with sparkling eyes, was just too cute.

After that, Siwoo didn't lay a hand near the nipple area again, instead kneading Amelia's breast as if cupping it from below and lifting it up.

After about 15 minutes like that, he fell asleep with a very, very peaceful expression.

".....Zzz."

"........."

Amelia confirmed Siwoo was asleep.

Had friction heat built up from being touched continuously for a while?

For some reason, her chest felt hot.

While Siwoo was awake, she hadn't shown it, but her breathing had been a little short too.

A strange feeling.

Especially when he had pinched the tip of her breast through her clothes, she had been so flustered she almost let out an audible, strange sound.

Amelia, for no reason, raised her hand and hesitantly poked and prodded her own nipple.

"........."

It was completely different from when he had touched it.

It just tickled; she felt no particular sensation at all.

Feeling awkward, Amelia lowered her hand and soon fell asleep, her head resting against Siwoo's.

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Author's Note (Afterword)

The rain has cleared the air and the atmosphere is nice.

On a day like today with a gentle spring rain,

How about some seafood pancake and makgeolli?