City of Witches Chapter 175

The peace that arrived after a fierce struggle was incredibly sweet.

The gap between the rain shower that pelted the skin with sharp, slanting drops and the plush sofa was enough to make one sigh, "This is the life."

Today's movie choice was a safe romance.

A film about a man and a woman who, to forget the pain of their breakup, erase each other's memories but fatefully meet again.

Actually, Siwoo had seen it before.

He had chosen it to show Sharon because he remembered enjoying it quite a bit.

“Pfft....”

A tank top—now her everyday wear—and dolphin shorts.

Sharon, her long legs stretched out comfortably, leaned half against the sofa and half against Siwoo, gulping down her beer.

“Should I get one more?”

“Haven't you had too much already? That's your fifth can.”

“No, no, I just seem drunk because I'm in a good mood.”

From what Siwoo had observed so far, Sharon wasn't particularly strong with alcohol.

After about two cans of beer, she'd get into a great mood, flashing pretty eye-smiles or laughing heartily, playfully hitting Siwoo's arm at his lame jokes.

But this Sharon had just survived a life-threatening situation, gotten a huge sum of money to pay off her debts, washed away her fatigue with a shower, and was now drinking her fifth can of beer while watching a romance movie?

Sharon's happiness index, elation, and tension were soaring far beyond 200%.

This was Sharon, fully doped up on joy.

“I'm fine with it.”

“Wait a sec~”

As Siwoo paused the movie, Sharon scurried to the kitchen and brought back an armful of imported beers that had filled one shelf of the fridge.

“Hey, how are you planning to drink all that?”

“What's the big deal? On a mood-high day like today, I'm gonna drink till I drop!”

Having only seen Sharon stressed and depressed over her debts, seeing her so exhilarated made Siwoo lose any desire to stop her further.

Sharon, pouring the beers into a small icebox temporarily placed beside the sofa with great enthusiasm, handed Siwoo a can.

“Siwoo, Siwoo. I'll open it for you.”

“I haven't even finished this one yet....”

“It's fine, it's fine! Finish that quickly and drink this one too.”

“Oh my, you're drunk.”

“Yep! I think I am drunk.”

Siwoo gave a wry smile, set down the beer he was drinking, and accepted the can Sharon offered.

It seemed she had chugged it down like water and was already getting tipsy.

But he had no intention of scolding her for it.

While Sharon had loosened up a lot since meeting Siwoo recently, hearing about her previous life, it was the epitome of a debtor's hellish existence...

She had stubbornly worked to pay off her debts, unable to complain to anyone, enduring sneers from other Exiles calling her a novice, abandoning all entertainment and immersing herself solely in work...

In a way, Siwoo's five years of servitude might have been less grueling than Sharon's life.

Her term was a whopping ten years long.

When a person lives constantly tensed up, there comes a moment when they stagger and collapse.

Sometimes, you need days like this to completely let go and rest.

“Siwoo....”

Suddenly, Sharon clasped Siwoo's hand with both of hers.

Her palms were warmer than usual, perhaps from the alcohol.

“You know I'm reeeally grateful to you, right?”

“I know, I know, let's just finish the movie.”

“No, answer me properly. You know I'm really, really grateful to you, right?”

Sharon, who had always been somewhat restrained even when playing or watching movies with Siwoo.

So, this was Siwoo's first time seeing Sharon drunk.

When drunk, Sharon's speech slurred a bit, she repeated herself,

kept laughing, and kept clinging.

Plus, the final shot was aimed at himself, not someone else... Was that a bit too self-conscious?

“Okay, I know you're grateful. Satisfied?”

“Yeah, satisfied.”

Even after hearing Siwoo's answer, Sharon kept beaming and didn't let go of his hand.

Instead, she reached out to pinch the back of his hand, interlocked her fingers with his one by one, or placed his hand against her cheek.

Cute.

She was usually pretty cute, but today she was like a total baby.

“Satisfied now? I'm starting the movie?”

“Yeah! But can I keep holding your hand?”

“Hmm... Sure.”

It's not like holding hands wears anything out, and this level of skin contact isn't particularly burdensome.

“Then, I'm gonna move a bit.”

“Move?”

“Wait and see.”

Sharon, stepping on the sofa to stand up, grabbed one of Siwoo's ankles, spread his legs apart, and sat down in the empty space between them.

Then, she leaned her back and head against Siwoo's stomach and chest.

It looked as if she was using Siwoo as a sofa.

“What are you doing?”

“Uncomfortable? I just want to watch the movie like this.”

“It's not uncomfortable, but...”

“Just for a little bit, okay? Just a little?”

Sharon was light enough, and it wasn't terribly uncomfortable, but there was exactly one uncomfortable point.

Namely, her lower back was firmly pressing against Siwoo's thing?

It wasn't stimulating enough to be unbearable.

But still... isn't this too much of a full-on couple pose? he thought.

She's drunk and seems satisfied, so let her be.

Sharon, having settled into Siwoo's embrace, let out a contented, happy sigh and quietly immersed herself in the movie.

But as time passed, Siwoo noticed an additional problem with this position.

First, Sharon had her head resting against Siwoo's chest.

A pleasant, fragrant scent wafted up from her hair.

A refreshing fragrance, like being in an herb garden mixed with a cool aquatic note.

On its own, just inhaling it made him feel good... but mixed with the fresh scent of her skin, the atmosphere became somewhat suggestive.

Moreover, he could feel her heart pounding excitedly from the alcohol, and the slight rise and fall of her body as she breathed.

He felt it all.

“Hmm....”

But since Siwoo didn't show any signs and Sharon seemed as thoughtless as ever, the movie-watching continued.

That is...

Until Sharon, who had been quietly fidgeting with Siwoo's hand while watching the movie, suddenly sat up.

“Uncomfortable, huh?”

Sharon sitting up was welcome news for Siwoo.

Because in this position, even a slight glance downward revealed Sharon's deep, deep cleavage above her tank top, and he had become unnecessarily conscious of it.

“........”

Sharon, with the screen still covered, only glanced back over her shoulder.

A hint of hesitation was felt in their briefly met eyes.The hesitation that had melted like sugar hardened into resolve, and Siwoo was startled.

"Whoa...!"

"Huh?"

Because Sharon, who had crossed her arms to grab the hem of her tee, had pulled her top off in one swift motion.

It happened so quickly that Siwoo was left dumbfounded, staring at her back.

Actually, even if it hadn't happened in an instant, his reaction would likely have been the same.

Her body was as beautiful as a statue carved by a sculptor who had poured their heart and soul into it.

From the waistband of her dolphin shorts, the straight erector spinae muscles, the shoulder blades moving gracefully with the motion of removing her clothes, to the waistline that curved softly and narrowed in like a black hole, capturing his gaze.

Her teal hair, which had been pulled up with her clothes, cascaded down like a waterfall again, releasing a more intense body scent.

Sharon gathered her hair back, tidied it, and tied it with the hair tie on her wrist.

Each time she moved, the shape of the side of her breasts, softly swaying behind her back, peeked through, white and tantalizing.

It was bewitching.

Even though she was just showing her back, a wave of Alluring Charm washed over him.

"Haaam..."

Sharon pretended to yawn and leaned against Siwoo again, using him as a sofa, just like before.

The ample breasts, disproportionately full for her slender frame that he had seen just yesterday, swayed greatly.

In that position, Sharon only tilted her head back, looked at the stiffly frozen Siwoo, and laughed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, it's just... taking your clothes off so suddenly. You surprised me."

"You said my breasts are pretty. Don't you want to see them?"

"That's not it... It's just that if you do this so suddenly, I get quite flustered."

"Heh, you always switch to formal speech when you're flustered."

Sharon, having done it herself, seemed a little embarrassed as she subtly covered one breast with her arm.

Separately, on her flushed red face, a playful smile was fully embroidered.

But as if she mustered courage, she firmly grabbed Siwoo's hesitant hand and placed it on her breast.

A supreme sensation that no cutting-edge engineering in this world could rival filled his palm.

The soft feeling was one thing, but the firm, resilient nub felt near his palm was incredibly distracting.

The skin that felt much hotter than yesterday was probably because of the alcohol.

"You're pretty drunk, aren't you?"

"No, no, I'm not drunk at all. But you must have had a tough day today, right?"

"Ah, uh, yeah."

"I said I'd show you my breasts and let you touch them if you had a tough day. And today was a tough day, so I'll do it. Because it was a tough day."

When such magnificent breasts are held hostage and she asks like that, the answer a man can give is pretty much predetermined.

Sharon, seemingly thinking her words were persuasive, nodded nonchalantly and placed Siwoo's other hand on her breast as well.

"Comfortable?"

"Com... comfortable."

And so, he suddenly found himself with his hands resting on Sharon's natural breast pads, watching a movie.

Sharon leaned back at a lower position than before, perhaps as a considerate gesture to let him touch comfortably.

It was a fantastic positioning where Siwoo could, if he wished, knead Sharon's breasts as much as he wanted while also observing the splendid shape of her overflowing breasts.

Sharon's mammaries, not excessively large and beautifully shaped enough to drive a man crazy.

Siwoo swallowed his saliva and subtly, very subtly, gave her breast a little squeeze.

It felt the same as yesterday.

"Siwoo."

Sharon's pretty mint-colored eyes rolled up and met his gaze.

"You don't have to be considerate. You can knead them like dough, it's fine."

"Like dough?"

"Was that expression a bit off? Anyway, as much as you want, do whatever you want. As a token of my gratitude... does that sound weird?"

It seemed she really wanted to tell him it was okay, seeing Siwoo being timid and overly cautious.

His cock had hardened.

Until now, he had barely held on by reciting the Heart Sutra, but as soon as he heard Sharon's words 'like dough,' that scene was imagined, and blood rushed to his lower body.

Sharon, suddenly feeling something hard against her back, adjusted her posture slightly without a word.

He was very embarrassed.

This time, Sharon spoke without making eye contact.

"That... you don't have to mind it. I'm actually happy? It means you really think my body is pretty when you see it... well, um, well... I don't dislike it."

It wasn't the high-tension tone from the alcohol's effect, but a girlish tone that seemed bashful and shy.

She probably realized that hard thing was an erect cock, and being an unprecedented experience, she seemed intimidated.

Did she know that her seemingly considerate tone made it even more awkward?

Still, it seemed to be Sharon's way of expressing gratitude, so he had no intention of refusing at all.

Would anyone be crazy enough to refuse this?

Frankly speaking, at this point, is there any man who could pull his hand away for the sake of pride?

"Okay. Then can I continue?"

"Yeah. Do it."

In the end, until the movie ended, he spent the time without concentrating on it at all, just kneading Sharon's breasts.

But he had no regrets.

Because something far more captivating than any movie was in his two hands.

"........"

"........"

The ending credits roll with calm music.

Normally, Sharon would immediately start talking about her impressions after the movie, asking about parts she didn't understand well, or just being a chatterbox...

But now she was quiet.

It wasn't just Siwoo who hadn't been watching the movie.

And Siwoo slowly realized something.

Sharon's nipple touching his palm.

Had it been this perky and erect from the start? A belated thought.

No.

I shouldn't have strange thoughts.

If Sharon, being ignorant about male-female relationships, had simply offered her breasts to express her gratitude to Siwoo...

Just as Siwoo's cock had become erect from looking at and kneading Sharon's breasts, Sharon's nipple might have just become a bit firm from the repeated friction.

"...It was fun. Oops...!"

Sharon, who had briefly offered an obviously false critique, slowly began to get up.

While getting up, as if her arm lost strength, Sharon staggered.

Siwoo hurriedly grabbed her waist to support her.

"Be careful."

"Ah....."

The soft, pliable flesh of Sharon's side was caught in his hand.

As if by some trick of fate, having grabbed her just by chance, their faces were now close together like a scene from a romance movie.

Sharon, who ended up clinging to Siwoo's embrace as if hanging onto him, didn't smile at all and stared straight into his eyes.

"........"

"........"The one who couldn't withstand the strange current flowing between them and broke the silence first was Siwoo.

"Since your thighs hurt, want to get down?"

Actually, they don't really hurt.

It was just something he blurted out because seeing Sharon's face from this distance was incredibly burdensome.

Her round, wide, innocent eyes, lips pressed tightly inward.

He knew she was pretty to begin with... but seeing her from this distance had a different level of destructive power.

"Siwoo."

But Sharon didn't seem to have any intention of getting off Siwoo's thighs.

Instead, her sweet-looking lips moved.

"I think I know."

"Know what?"

"The timing... when you feel like you have to kiss."

Sharon, who had wrapped her arms around Siwoo's neck, suddenly pressed her lips against his.

A word from the author (Author's Note)

The upcoming regular update at midnight might not happen...

I haven't been able to sleep properly for too long ㅜㅜ