City of Witches Chapter 117

After finishing her performance, Amelia put her violin back in its case and changed her clothes.

She took off the heavy, lace-trimmed and ornate dress and changed into a light Nightgown.

The pajamas she used to wear at most once a week, or once a month, had become something she wore quite often thanks to Siwoo.

Amelia climbed into the wide bed where Siwoo was already waiting.

She laid her head on one of the two pillows placed there as if it were the most natural thing.

Siwoo, who had already been half-asleep, opened his eyes at the rustling presence of the bed.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I was just resting my eyes while waiting for you, Lady Amelia."

After gently stroking Siwoo's head as he answered politely, she turned to look at him and lay down.

Even in the dim room after sunset, they could clearly see each other's eyes.

It no longer felt awkward to be this close to his face.

In fact, she even felt a certain comfort.

"Lady Amelia. There's something I want to ask."

"Yes. Go ahead."

"I remember... when I first woke up. You apologized to me."

That's right.

Out of joy that Siwoo had regained consciousness.

Out of relief that she wouldn't lose him now.

And yet, she had held him and cried, burdened by guilt over the irreversible karma that remained.

"Yes."

"What was the... um, wrong you said you did to me?"

Siwoo's eyes were fixed directly on Amelia.

It wasn't a reproachful gaze demanding to know her sin.

It was a look filled with pure curiosity, as if he was genuinely wondering.

Mixed within it were warmth, affection, and trust.

"The Lady Amelia I've felt is a very good person... and a kind one."

Singing lullabies together for Siwoo, who was afraid of sleeping alone.

Bringing snacks when he was studying hard and teaching him things he didn't know.

A good person who went on walks and picnics with him so he wouldn't get bored.

Siwoo's memory only went this far.

Amelia felt as if her heart were dropping.

It was the feeling of having a shameful secret she never wanted uncovered—or at least wanted postponed as long as possible—suddenly stirred up.

"Ah, of course, I told you it was okay back then... So, asking this suddenly now isn't because I'm taking back that forgiveness or anything. It's just... I'm curious."

"I know. I know."

Just like the adult Siwoo, the young Siwoo was also a good child.

Diligent, sincere, and kind-hearted.

Compared to Amelia, who used to get into trouble all the time as a child, he was a child who truly deserved the description of an angel.

That's why she couldn't say it.

If she told him now, he would forgive Amelia.

Because he had no memory of being directly persecuted by her.

This forgiveness might even serve as a buffer to some extent when his memories returned later.

But that wasn't what Amelia wanted.

No matter how frightening and terrifying it was, she wanted to pay the rightful price.

"Later."

"......."

"I'll tell you when a little more time has passed."

"Yes, Lady Amelia."

Siwoo nodded obediently without raising any objections or showing doubt.

He believed that if Amelia said so, there must be a valid reason.

Even that submissive attitude of his tormented Amelia.

"Good night. Thank you for taking care of so many things again today."

Siwoo politely bid goodnight, turned over, and prepared to sleep.

"Siwoo."

Then, Amelia stopped him.

Siwoo glanced at Amelia, seeming as if he had been subtly waiting for this.

After all, for the past few days, there had been a ritual the two shared before falling asleep.

"Aren't we doing it today?"

Siwoo never initiated it first, but Amelia always permitted the act.

Because seeing him act a little spoiled made her happy somewhere.

"Are you okay with it, Lady Amelia?"

"I told you before. If Siwoo wants to do it, it's okay."

"But it's kind of embarrassing..."

Amelia subtly moved her arm aside to make it easier for him to touch her chest.

Originally, she had allowed him to touch her chest because he wanted to, just as the Master had done for him, but now it felt somewhat disappointing if they didn't do it before bed.

It wasn't just the tangible feeling of doing something he wanted.

The sensation of offering him a secret and precious part of her body, even over her clothes, somehow made her lower abdomen tingle.

Moreover, after his hands kneaded her chest a few times, Amelia also felt drowsiness wash over her.

As if she had received a very relaxing massage.

It was a win-win situation, just bearing a little embarrassment.

"...Excuse me."

Siwoo swallowed hard and reached his arm toward Amelia's chest.

The Nightgown Amelia wore was essentially a sleeveless dress with a structure that exposed her cleavage.

Moreover, because she was lying on her side, the emphasized volume offered the best tactile sensation even through the fabric.

"Hmm..."

A low hum escaped Amelia, and Siwoo focused intently on feeling the texture of her chest with his hand.

He knew it was clearly a strange act.

He had learned that men shouldn't touch women's bodies carelessly, especially the chest, as it was a place for feeding babies and an important area.

Truthfully, Siwoo didn't quite understand why Amelia readily allowed this act.

He just did it because it felt good, because the impulse to do it kept arising.

Anticipating sleeping with Amelia these past few days was also for this very moment.

"Ha..."

Amelia's gently closed eyelashes fluttered faintly.

Each time Siwoo's hand kneaded her chest, she let out a sigh as if it were nothing.

Siwoo had sensed the atmosphere mixed within that sigh before.

Back when he went to the bathhouse with the Twins.

It was remarkably similar to the breath Odette exhaled near his ear while rubbing her bare chest against his back.

That peculiar breath that had hardened his lower body.

Of course, it was much subtler and wouldn't be noticeable unless you paid close attention.

But as he focused the sensation in his palm and kneaded her chest, he could feel the jelly-like thing right in the center of her chest hardening slightly.

Naturally, the protrusion in the very center of the chest was the nipple.

"Hmm..."What lies beneath that thin fabric?

Are her nipples standing erect like the Twins'?

What shape would her breasts take once undressed?

Siwoo's curiosity intensifies with Amelia's breath brushing against the back of his hand.

A swollen object was already wedged between his legs, and Siwoo soon felt a pang of guilt.

Regardless of what happened in the past, Amelia is now a kind mentor to Siwoo.

Feeling such wicked imagination and curiosity toward her felt somehow sinful.

Yet even that guilt couldn't overcome the momentary impulse.

Siwoo felt the threads of guilt and reason restraining his impulse snap, one by one.

Clearly, he deliberately twisted her nipple with his fingertip, pretending it was an accident.

"Haa...."

Amelia's elegant brows furrowed.

An even hotter sigh wafted over, carrying a sweet fragrance.

Siwoo stopped his movement, holding his breath as he observed her reaction.

He hunched his shoulders, fearing she might open her eyes and scold him, but Amelia simply lay there quietly as if nothing had happened.

Siwoo felt his heart pounding wildly.

He sensed the intense instinct was no longer controllable.

He knew he was doing something wrong, yet he couldn't stop.

"Mmm... hmm..."

Siwoo began moving in earnest.

Shaking off the guilt gripping his wrist, he surrendered his body to the sudden impulse.

While kneading the soft underside of her breast like dough, he lightly brushed his index finger over the lewd protrusion whose shape was beginning to show even through the fabric.

Each time, Amelia's body twitched and shuddered as if hiccupping.

An obscene nasal sound and hot sighs escaping her lips were an added bonus.

On the first night, Amelia had been startled and tried to dissuade Siwoo from merely twisting it slightly, yet now she said nothing even as he went this far.

Now, her breathing had only slightly roughened, and she kept her eyelids tightly shut.

And to Siwoo, that seemed like a form of tacit permission.

He clutched a kind of indulgence: perhaps Amelia herself desired this too?

Siwoo swallowed his saliva once more and this time began earnestly touching Amelia's nipple.

"Hhuu... hh... hoo..."

Each time he pinched and twisted it with his fingertips, Amelia's straight brows furrowed in tandem.

Her body trembled intermittently, stopping and starting again.

Right now, Amelia was not somewhere between intimidating yet kind and composed mentor.

She was merely a toy moved this way and that by Siwoo's fingertips.

A strange sense of conquest surged up, piercing through the veil of sin.

But that didn't last long either.

After about 30 minutes of listening to Amelia's panting breaths and kneading her soft breasts, drowsiness began to creep in.

The strength drained from Siwoo's once-enthusiastic hands, and he fell asleep still holding Amelia's breast.

"Haa...."

As Siwoo's hand movements ceased and his ragged breathing became audible, Amelia quietly opened her eyes.

The corners of Amelia's eyes were moist with sensuality, like leaves wet with morning dew.

"Ah..."

When Siwoo, who had been kneading her breasts as usual, suddenly moved his hand to an even more sensitive area.

Amelia did not stop him.

She felt a bit confused.

Why was that?

It was a shameless act.

An action she normally wouldn't have permitted.

Was it because her thoughts were muddled, slowing her judgment?

Because he wanted to do it?

Had her sense of debt toward him twisted into a willingness to grant any of his requests?

Or had she secretly been willing to allow it from the start, merely pretending otherwise?

Amelia belatedly felt her face grow hot.

It wasn't just because she had allowed him to fondle her breasts without any restraint.

She had clearly felt pleasure from his touch.

A dizzying pleasure that seemed to tingle from her breasts all the way to her Womb.

An itchiness she had never felt in her life, accompanied by a breathtaking sensation, overwhelmed Amelia.

The reason she initially tacitly permitted his actions remained unclear, but the reason she continued to quietly accept his touch without opening her eyes afterward was one.

Because Amelia, too, was complicit in his actions.

That fact was so shameful she could hardly bear it.

"Ah...!"

Overwhelmed by unbearable embarrassment, Amelia quietly tried to clutch the pillow, but as she squirmed, she felt a dampness between her thighs.

Feeling puzzled, Amelia slipped her hand inside her Nightgown.

Her panties were so wet she could feel the moisture from the outside.

Eyes wide, Amelia slid her hand inside her panties.

Incredibly damp.

It was as if dozens of slugs had passed through.

With trembling eyes, Amelia withdrew her hand and looked at it.

A sticky, viscous liquid stretching between her fingers.

Its identity: the fluid secreted from the vagina for lubrication when a woman feels sexual arousal.

Love juice.

"......."

Amelia forgot self-reproach and was seized by self-loathing.

Though she had sexual knowledge, Amelia, who had never masturbated or done anything of the sort, was seeing such a large amount of love juice from her own body for the first time.

And all because he had merely kneaded her nipples a bit... and not even Siwoo, but little Siwoo at that...

Amelia bit her lip tightly and quietly got off the bed, careful not to wake Siwoo.

She needed to change her panties.

"Ugh..."

Though Amelia lay back down on the bed, she tossed and turned all night in the strange aftermath of her saintly time.

Author's Note (Afterword)

Even my own illustration, but the Twins illustration is legendary too...

As soon as I got home today, I connected it to the TV and looked at it all day.

I want to print it big as a poster and stick it on my wall lol