City of Witches Chapter 216

"Why did you really do that?"

After Sharon secluded herself in her room alone.

Siwoo began a serious conversation.

"I did neglect you for 28 years. That was my fault. But lately, I've been treating you pretty well, haven't I? Huh? Right?"

The conversation partner was his cock, which had grown shamelessly large while looking at the seductive Witch.

The mood, which had been quite nice for once, was completely ruined because of this guy.

"You shouldn't have done that to me. How many times do you want to get hit? You decide."

"…….."

"No answer?"

As he was messing around alone, he gained momentum and tried a bit more, but quickly lost interest.

A sense of self-loathing washed over him.

What sin could his cock possibly have?

He knew all the fault actually lay with himself.

"Ah, why did it turn out like this…"

Siwoo prided himself on being somewhat of a romantic.

Of course, he had never properly dated a girlfriend, but if given the chance for a sweet romance, he was confident he could be devoted without cheating or anything like that.

But the moment Periwinkle's hand stroked his thigh.

No, even before that, the moment he inhaled her body scent.

It was as if the brakes had been released, and his body reacted first.

There was an even more shocking fact.

If Sharon hadn't been beside him, Siwoo would undoubtedly have happily followed along and had a fun night.

Certainly, his relationship with Sharon wasn't clearly defined.

But that didn't mean he could go around happily fucking any woman.

At the very least, Siwoo thought it would be disrespectful to Sharon.

"Has my head gone weird…"

Siwoo sighed and tore the business card in his pocket into shreds.

He couldn't throw it away in front of Periwinkle, so he had put it in his pocket for the time being.

"What do I do now…"

Somehow, it seemed like he should apologize.

But was the feeling that he should apologize because Siwoo thought of Sharon as his girlfriend?

Conversely, was Sharon angry because she thought of Siwoo as her boyfriend?

Honestly, he couldn't definitively say it was exactly that!

Relationships between men and women seemed disgustingly difficult.

"Wow, this is insane…"

While deeply reflecting on what exactly had gone wrong and where, Siwoo realized another mistake.

Until now, he had never mentioned a word to Sharon about having a secret relationship with the Twins.

Looking back, it was as if he had naturally intended to have his feet in both boats.

Without any sense of rejection or suspicion, he had taken it for granted to mix bodies with Sharon and the Twins.

"What the hell went wrong…?"

He recalled the experience when he returned to the Mortal Realm and looked at a math textbook, his thoughts tangled and knotted, unable to solve a single problem.

He recalled using Ea's Ribbon and Raphi's innate magic without understanding anything.

Putting it nicely, he remembered himself acting like a worn-out Casanova; putting it badly, like a dog in heat, erecting his dick at the sight of any Witch and positioning himself to have his feet in both boats.

"Something's strange… Was I really properly healed?"

There wasn't just one or two things that had changed.

Something had happened during the process of his body recovering.

But that was as far as Siwoo could deduce.

Anything beyond that was a black box whose identity he couldn't grasp.

"Ugh!"

A brief headache struck.

The series of thoughts causing discomfort disappeared and were forgotten.

And even the fact that they were forgotten was forgotten.

All the questions Siwoo had raised now sank back into the deep Unconscious, as if they shouldn't be brought up.

For a while, Siwoo sat blankly on the bed like a puppet whose soul had left.

Just as a trickle of drool was about to flow from his half-open mouth.

He was awakened by an external noise.

-Knock knock

A knocking sound echoed.

"Siwoo, can I come in?"

"Ah, yeah."

Siwoo quickly wiped his drool, hurriedly got up from the bed, and greeted Sharon.

He thought she would stay holed up inside for a while since the shock seemed significant, but it was fortunate her recovery was faster than expected.

An accurate description is difficult, but simply put, it was like being caught getting hard looking at another girl in front of a girl you're seeing…

He was thinking that it wouldn't be strange to get slapped even once.

But Sharon looked at Siwoo with an expression and posture that clearly showed her gloominess.

There was no sign of anger at all.

"Sharon, first of all…"

"Can I speak first?"

"Ah, sure."

It was clearly himself who had done wrong, yet Sharon's voice was shrinking.

Like a child who broke an expensive vase and is getting scolded by their mother, she fidgeted with her hands and feet and spoke in a low voice.

"First… I'm sorry for getting angry. I'm not in a position to do that to you…"

It was a statement Siwoo, who originally intended to listen calmly to the end, couldn't let pass without intervening.

"Sharon, first of all, I don't think you have any reason to apologize at all. Just yesterday, something like that happened…."

"That's still not sorted out, right? I alone… I alone made the atmosphere awkward and gave you a look…"

Unable to meet Siwoo's eyes, Sharon hung her head deeply and continued.

"Actually, you could meet much better Witches than me, right? And you're a man too… you'd want to meet lots of pretty women…"

Sharon had received many things from Siwoo.

Each time, her fondness for Siwoo grew, but conversely, her sense of debt also swelled like a snowball.

When he was actually in crisis, she couldn't do anything for him.

Always, always, always.

She only received and was saved.

On top of that, thinking she might become an obstacle in his life made her heart ache sharply.

"I don't have anything I can do for you… Not even Magic studies, actually, if you went to another Witch, you could learn much higher-level things… What little I teach is nothing compared to what you've done for me… So…"

To say it again, she had no intention of binding him.

She told Siwoo what she had been thinking alone inside.

Swearing to humbly accept whatever answer came back.

"Periwinkle… it's okay if you go be with that Witch. Don't mind me. From now on, I won't give you any looks or show any expression."

"……."

"But after it's all over… please come back to me."

It was a statement deserving of criticism from friends asking, "Don't you have any self-respect?"

Siwoo was momentarily at a loss for words at Sharon's attitude, which was submissive to the point of being servile."I've said all I had to say, so if there's nothing else to talk about, I'll be going."

She wasn't crying right away, but Siwoo knew.

If he let Sharon go after this conversation ended, she would lock herself in her room and sob her heart out.

He wasn't sure what to say.

He just came to his senses and found himself holding Sharon's wrist.

Sharon's eyes, widened in surprise, were already welling up with tears as expected.

"Go where? I'm not going. I just tore up the business card."

"What? Why did you tear it up?"

"It's not like I'll ever need to contact her anyway, so I should just get rid of it. Why keep it?"

"Do you even know what kind of Witch Periwinkle is? She's a Great Witch who's opening new horizons in compound elemental Magic! Every time she submits a paper to the academic society, it becomes such a huge issue!"

The moment Sharon heard he had torn up the business card, she felt an undeniable joy.

And immediately felt disappointed in her own pettiness.

Wasn't this proof that her goodwill—wanting Siwoo to feel better, to make a better choice—was ultimately inferior to her own selfishness?

"I... I'm honestly nothing. I'm not that special compared to you, and I'll probably just hold you back more and more like this... I can't be any help at all..."

Was this stream of self-deprecation due to the disappointment she felt in herself?

Or was it a selfish desire for Siwoo to deny it?

"I'm not exceptionally pretty even among Witches... and because of me, you might not be able to get what you want..."

"Sharon."

The moment Siwoo opened his mouth, Sharon held her breath.

Cautiously looking up, she saw Siwoo's face looking at her with a bitter smile.

"What, what is it? Why are you smiling? Someone's trying to have a serious conversation here..."

Sharon's wrist was held in Siwoo's hand.

The distance between the two closed in an instant.

The strange anger Sharon was trying to muster also shrank back inside.

Sharon looked up at Siwoo with eyes half anxious, half expectant.

Looking at Sharon like that, Siwoo recalled a lecture from his close friend and mentor, Takasho.

'You're asking what to do when a woman is anxious? What's going on with you, asking something like that?'

He didn't remember the exact circumstances that led to the topic, but they had exchanged words along those lines.

Takasho confidently held up three fingers.

'Just remember this. Kiss, sex, sex.'

Truthfully, Siwoo had never paid much attention to Takasho's advice.

The man claimed to have experienced over 600 women in his life.

Siwoo had always thought their worldviews were different, considering Takasho's track record with women was almost at the level of an AV actor.

'In my experience, with this combo, the success rate is 95%. Women's hearts melt and they come to you.'

'Why are there two sex?'

'That's how important it is. With just one time, there's room for variables. Women, by nature, if they just do it once caught up in the moment, later they go, 'Huh? Was that the right thing?' and get all anxious.

The first sex happens naturally linked from the kiss, and the second sex is the nail in the coffin!'

'What happens with the failed 5%?'

Without a word, Takasho quietly made a motion of putting on silver handcuffs.

'But most of them get let off with a warning.'

'You crazy bastard.'

That's how the Q&A ended, but now he was certain.

Moreover, Takasho's advice had, surprisingly and genuinely, proven useful many times.

As Siwoo naturally brought his lips closer, Sharon tightly closed her eyes and puckered her lips.

Her expression was so cute that as he just watched, one of Sharon's eyes slowly opened.

Seeing Siwoo grinning in front of her, Sharon flared up in anger.

"Ah! Seriously! What the...! Don't mess around! I'm being serious, you... Oof...!"

This time, finally, their lips met.

Sharon, who had been pounding on Siwoo's chest and radiating heat, calmed down instantly as if given a sedative.

"Chuup... mmm... hmm..."

And as if she had never been angry, she instead tightly grabbed Siwoo's collar and actively intertwined her tongue.

The anxious, trembling heart melted away as if it were a lie.

It was like a very great innate magic.

Sharon, her face flushed red, looked at Siwoo with eyes that desired something.

A sweetly rough sigh and a heated gaze.

It probably wasn't just something like sexual desire that made her seem more attractive today.

"Ah..."

As Siwoo lightly pulled her wrist, Sharon plopped down onto the bed.

It wasn't that much force; she could have resisted if she wanted.

But she didn't.

Because Sharon also wanted Siwoo to push her down.

Siwoo, covering Sharon's body, kissed her while removing her clothes one by one.

No special words were needed between the two.

Like mating beasts, they exhaled heavy breaths, embraced each other's bodies with bare arms and legs, and became one.

That day, Sharon received four replenishments of magic power.

Author's Note (Afterword)

Hmm...

Smut scene skip!

• For some reason, I can't fix typos right now...

I'll fix them all later.