City of Witches Chapter 168

When Siwoo woke up and finished breakfast with Sharon, he noticed an unusual atmosphere.

“Thanks for the meal.”

As usual, Sharon was the one who handled ordering breakfast delivery.

But today, she had only ordered enough for two people.

Can you believe it?

Sharon, who usually devoured at least three portions by herself, was picking at her food and saying things like “Thanks for the meal.”

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“Huh? No? Why?”

He asked without thinking, and Sharon blinked her eyes, looking puzzled.

“You just seem to be eating less than usual today.”

“Ah, I eat less sometimes too. Before I met you, I didn’t even eat properly.”

Is that so?

Even so, Sharon’s demeanor during the meal today felt somehow off.

Was it that the conversation itself wasn’t flowing? Or that she seemed somewhat detached?

Since they had become close, this was the first time they had eaten a meal without exchanging a single word at the table, so Siwoo felt a bit bewildered.

Could it be that yesterday’s conversation about “Have you ever kissed?” and “Have you ever had sex?” was still lingering?

Come to think of it, the subtle sense of distance he felt from Sharon seemed to have started after that conversation.

Sharon, who had neatly stacked the dishes, shook the water off her hands and headed to the living room.

“Siwoo.”

“Yeah?”

“Want to come to my room for a bit?”

“What is it?”

Sharon’s room?

Since they started living together, Siwoo had never entered Sharon’s room.

Sharon, too, never barged into Siwoo’s room unless it was for Magic lessons.

After all, since they were a man and a woman living together without being lovers, wouldn’t it be better to respect each other’s boundaries to avoid complications?

Thus, an unspoken rule had naturally formed between them.

“It’s nothing serious, but just come for a bit.”

She was giving off an air that something big was happening, only to say it was nothing...

Siwoo felt inexplicably uneasy.

What important matter could it be that she needed to call him to her room separately?

“Alright, I’ll finish tidying this up and come.”

“Okay.”

What is it?

Did something happen?

Or is it about the debt?

Or did I say something offensive in yesterday’s conversation?

“What is it...”

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure it out. In the end, he had no choice but to talk to her face to face.

Siwoo knocked on Sharon’s door and entered.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, still wearing an indecipherable, subtle expression.

Moreover, as if preparing for an interrogation, a chair was placed directly opposite her.

“What’s going on?”

“Sit down for a moment.”

Siwoo hesitantly sat on the chair.

Sharon clearly seemed to be hesitating about something.

She looked like she had something to say but was debating whether to voice it.

“Can you close your eyes?”

“Can’t you tell me what this is about first?”

“No, you can’t. Close your eyes.”

Usually, Sharon respected Siwoo’s wishes in whatever she did.

But today, she was particularly insistent.

Was she planning a surprise?

“Alright.”

Siwoo tightly closed his eyes, and shortly after, he heard Sharon rustling around.

“Open your eyes now.”

“Okay...”

“Wait, wait...! Just a little longer.”

“What is it? Seriously.”

She keeps changing her mind; it’s impossible to guess what she’s up to.

Still, she wouldn’t be acting like this for no reason, so Siwoo decided to play along.

Next, he heard Sharon taking deep breaths, trying to steady herself.

“Okay, now it’s really ready.”

“I just open my eyes, right?”

“Yes.”

Siwoo opened his eyes.

“Huh?”

And at the same time, he doubted what he was seeing.

His jaw dropped.

His entire body stiffened like a poor warrior facing Medusa, and his gasp of shock got stuck in his throat, unable to become a proper sound.

“Ahem... ahem...”

Because right before Siwoo’s eyes, Sharon was exposing her chest completely.

She had pulled up the black Tank Top she always wore, holding it above her chest.

Underneath, there was no bra, which she had been wearing regularly lately.

Thus, what was revealed before Siwoo’s eyes was Sharon’s completely uncovered, bare breasts.

Sharon, looking embarrassed, cleared her throat and averted her gaze, yet she made no move to cover or hide her chest.

Even though he knew he should look away, Siwoo’s eyes were instinctively drawn and fixed on Sharon’s breasts.

E-cup.

The breasts he had only ever seen through clothing were now vividly demonstrating why they were called Excellent Cup.

Skin as pale as freshly squeezed milk and a grandeur that swayed softly like pudding with Sharon’s slightest movements.

If Sharon were to lie face down naked on the bed, the side spill of her breasts would be a delightful sight.

Grabbing one with a single hand would be impossible, right?

It seemed Siwoo would need to spread his palm wide just to cover it.

Siwoo’s gaze shifted slightly.

In the very center of each breast stood a nipple, shimmering in a pale pink hue matching Sharon’s lips, surrounded by a lighter-colored areola supporting the nipple like a plate holding a dessert.

Moreover, despite their size, there was no sense of sagging.

They swayed with a perfectly balanced shape, like a sculpture, effortlessly achieving the paradoxical challenge of coexisting elasticity and softness.

Finally, a single water droplet-shaped mole on the left breast, in an ambiguous spot, completely captured his attention.

It wasn’t unsightly at all.

Rather, it added a peculiar sense of realism to her breasts, which were almost too much like an artwork to be considered a mere body part.

Siwoo stared, mouth agape as if his jaw might drop, alternating his gaze between Sharon’s face and her magnificent chest.

“This is... this is...”

What’s going on?

Such a simple phrase wouldn’t leave his lips.

Because he was that bewildered and aroused.

Let’s be honest.

Sharon’s body looked delectable, as if desperately begging to be devoured.

Forget being friends; he wanted to pounce on her right then and there and cry out, “Gimme milkies!”

“Uh... It kinda feels tingly. You’re staring really hard.”

A healthy blush had risen to Sharon’s face.

A mix of a proud smile and an awkward expression made it impossible to guess why she was doing this.

Siwoo barely managed to shake his head, tightly close his eyes, and shake off the demonic thoughts.

He almost fell into a state of Qi Deviation.But even with my eyes closed, those white breasts float before me.

They’re imprinted on my retinas.

It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve seen breasts.

But every time feels new. Thrilling. The best.

“Um… if it’s because I keep glancing, I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful from now on.”

I don’t know if she’s showing them because she’s fed up with my sneaking glances or what, but I apologized anyway.

I figured if Sharon, who’s usually so earnest, was acting abnormal, the cause was probably me.

“No, it’s not that. It just seemed like you always wanted to look… so I thought if you wanted to see that badly, I’d just show you. I owe you a huge debt, right? So don’t worry too much. I’m doing this because I want to.”

Do people usually show their breasts because they owe a huge debt?

“Uh… are you sure this is okay?”

“It’s my first time doing something like this, so I’m a bit embarrassed… but… since it’s you, it’s fine.”

Siwoo opened his eyes and glanced again at Sharon’s breasts.

Sharon was still in the same pose as when she first showed them, leaning forward as if inviting Siwoo to leisurely admire them.

“How does it feel…?”

Good.

Really good.

Good enough that I’d want to make going topless a condition of her living here and see them every day.

But since Siwoo wasn’t a degenerate, he asked as politely as possible.

“Feel?”

“Mmm… yeah, your feelings or impressions.”

“It feels good, and my impression is… um… they’re really pretty.”

Sharon giggled at Siwoo’s words.

When he looked at her quizzically, Sharon met his eyes with a smile full of shyness.

“It’s the first time in my life I’ve been complimented for having pretty breasts.”

“I was just telling the truth.”

“There’s a mole on the side of my breast… doesn’t it look unsightly?”

“Not at all.”

“Haa… that’s a relief. I was secretly worried you might not like them once you actually saw them.”

Her tone made it sound like showing her breasts was some kind of serious mission.

Siwoo was fine with it, but did Sharon really have to? he wondered.

Even Sharon, who’s sharp in most other areas, has a slightly odd side when you look closely.

“You’re feeling a bit better now, right?”

“I don’t really get what’s what, but I guess so.”

On top of that, Siwoo’s lower half seemed to be feeling good too, nodding in agreement.

“Then, do you want to touch them now?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to touch my breasts?”

Teacher Sharon, you’re moving way too fast.

I’m starting to feel a precarious limit.

The limit of whether this peaceful cohabitation can be maintained.

Maybe Sharon, who doesn’t know much, saw something weird somewhere and is copying it, or there’s a very high chance she doesn’t fully realize what she’s doing.

If she did this swept up in the mood or on a momentary impulse, how would she handle the aftermath?

The awkward, suffocating atmosphere, I mean.

“Anything beyond that would be a bit awkward for me too… but I can allow you to touch them with your hands.”

As Sharon subtly adjusted her lowered top, the luscious fruit swayed before my eyes.

Being told to resist looking at that is far too cruel.

Like Adam reaching for the forbidden fruit, I grasped Sharon’s breast.

My hand was shaped as if supporting the underside with my thumb and forefinger.

“Hng….”

Sharon flinched at the unfamiliar touch she was feeling for the first time in her life.

“Oh….”

Siwoo let out an exclamation at the sensation beyond his imagination.

A substantial weight.

A texture more velvety than velvet, more elastic than pudding—utterly captivating.

Sharon’s breast, transformed as it overflowed from Siwoo’s hand, took on a shape where the advanced nipple stood out prominently.

It’s the perfect grip, as if it would be so good to move my mouth to the nipple and suckle it.

After that, he began touching the entire breast in earnest.

As he moved his fingertips like kneading dough, his fingers sank into various parts of the breast, but the pushing force was so strong it quickly regained its original shape.

Even the firm, chewy sensation of the nipple asserting its presence as it was pressed firmly between his palms was like a drug.

Siwoo barely managed to pull his hand away.

Because he didn’t think he could keep his composure and rationality any longer.

“It felt good, right?”

Sharon, who must have been nearing her limit too, hurriedly pulled her clothes down as soon as Siwoo removed his hand.

Now she was sitting with her knees tightly together and her hands folded primly.

But seeing how the corners of her mouth kept trying to turn upward, it seemed she found the situation quite awkward but not entirely unpleasant.

“Shall we study now?”

“Yeah, I’ll tidy my clothes a bit and come out. You go in first.”

Exchanging everyday conversation in an awkward atmosphere as if nothing had happened.

As Siwoo, hiding his fully erect cock, was about to leave the room first, Sharon’s voice came from behind.

“Siwoo.”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever want to see or touch my breasts… you can ask anytime. Especially when you’re feeling down or having a hard time.”

“Uh… yeah.”

Overwhelmed by Sharon’s overly proactive offer, Siwoo could only answer vaguely and leave the room.

“What in the world….”

Sharon’s knowledge of relationships between men and women is as lacking as the Twins’.

Romance movies were all she had to supplement it.

If it were anyone else, I’d think, ‘Ah, she’s interested in me and is making a move,’ but since it’s Sharon, it’s impossible to read her intentions.

Anyway.

“It was mesmerizing…”

Recalling the maternal peaks that filled his palm, the weight like dense honey, the softness that seemed to cling to his fingertips, Siwoo shook his head and entered the room to prepare for studying.