City of Witches Chapter 217

After the fiery sex, Siwoo lay sprawled on the bed.

Even with a Spirit Body, firing off four rounds in a single night required some rest.

Incidentally, Takasho's advice had been spot on.

After all, Sharon, who had been so gloomy and downcast, had fallen asleep beside him with a blissful smile.

Next time I visit the Twins, I should buy them all sorts of things.

Gathering gifts from the Mortal Realm might make them really happy.

Warm morning sunlight streamed in through the window.

In that blessed, languid state, Siwoo heard a strange sound.

He slowly became aware that his cock was happily responding to the moist, pleasant teasing of a tongue.

"Mmmh… hmm… hmm…."

Raising his tousled head to look down, he saw Sharon, with a sleepy face, sucking on his naked cock.

Having fallen asleep immediately after last night's frenzy, her hair was disheveled.

Yet, she looked no less beautiful, thanks to Sharon's cheat-like specs.

"Good morning."

"Morning? What's with the wake-up call?"

"Wake-up call? The sun's already high in the sky. Haaam…."

Come to think of it, after creampieing Sharon all four times yesterday, he'd fallen asleep right away.

Too lazy to clean up or anything, he'd used the still-warm, flushed Sharon as a cushion and half-passed out.

But now, the cock Sharon had erected stood stiff, with no trace of the white cum that should have dried on it.

That meant Sharon, who had woken up earlier than Siwoo, had diligently cleaned it with her mouth.

Thinking that made it even more arousing.

"...I thought I didn't clean you properly last night… so I was doing it."

"Well, I'm grateful, but…"

"You're really healthy, even in the morning. Especially after doing it four times yesterday."

Sharon said, shyly pressing her cheek against his cock.

Though she didn't say it outright, her gestures, tone, and expression made it easy to guess.

It seemed Sharon, upon waking, had wanted to do it with Siwoo so badly that she'd been diligently working to get him hard.

"I was just going to clean you at first… but wouldn't it be hard to stop like this?"

Sharon, who had been gently licking Siwoo's glans like a lollipop, asked with a bashful smile.

Even though he was still groggy from just waking up, he couldn't just ignore such temptation.

Sharon, temptingly seductive.

Siwoo, holding her accountable for her crime, grabbed her waist and delivered a punishing, vigorous doggy-style creampie, greeting the morning with a refreshing ejaculation.

After showering together playfully, they had brunch with coffee.

Sharon, with her hair tied in a ponytail, took a bite of toast spread with grapefruit marmalade and chewed thoughtfully.

Though they used to order enough food for a banquet, lately they'd been ordering just one or two dishes to set the mood.

Now that the pent-up hunger from their past deprivation had been satisfied, they were finding a moderate middle ground.

Eating like there was no tomorrow was fine for a day or two, but who could live like that for months?

"Why are you staring so intently?"

Sharon, while diligently chewing her toast, never took her eyes off Siwoo.

Unable to bear the pressure, Siwoo asked.

"Just because I like you."

"Cough!"

Siwoo choked on his coffee.

Even though he'd seen Sharon's asshole twitching as if shouting 'Feels good! Do it more!' when he was pounding her from behind…

When she came at him like this without warning, he was at a loss for words.

"Doing it with you feels so good, and sitting across from you eating breakfast like this feels so good too. Waking up in the same bed is good, everything is just good."

Before he knew it, Sharon's toes, stretching under the table, were gently tickling the top of Siwoo's foot.

Rather than seducing him, it was just that Sharon really loved being in contact with Siwoo anytime, anywhere.

Even when they showered together earlier, she loved the cozy feeling so much that she playfully teased Siwoo several times.

The feeling of clinging to each other in the narrow shower stall, tickling and washing each other…

Siwoo's cock had grown hard again while washing Sharon's breasts, nearly leading to another incident right there.

"Don't you like it?"

"Me? Of course I like it."

Was it because he was so captivated by Sharon?

He wanted to keep going.

Whenever he had time, he wanted to keep going and going until they collapsed or passed out from exhaustion.

Even if sex wasn't the only way to restore Sharon's Brand, he would have wanted to do it just like this.

Siwoo felt awkward under Sharon's rapid-fire "I like it, I like it."

Every time he saw her like this, he wondered if he really deserved to be loved this much, leaving him flustered.

"It's amazing. At first, it hurt quite a bit, but now it just feels so good."

"Hmm… Should we change the topic a bit?"

Feeling that if he got swept up in Sharon's pace, they'd spend over half the day having sex, Siwoo tactfully shifted the subject.

"Why? I like this topic too. Which position do you like the most?"

But Sharon, instead, slowly slid her bare foot, which had been tickling his instep, upward and now began pressing firmly against Siwoo's crotch.

Even though it was just a foot, the combination of Sharon's feigned innocence and her foot gently rubbing his cock made him hard again.

They say newlyweds in their first year catch fire just by making eye contact.

Maybe this was a bit like that.

"Keep that up and you'll get punished."

"Really? Really? Are you going to punish me?"

"Hey…"

Something Sharon had noticed before.

Siwoo would get flustered even with the slightest dirty joke or playful tease.

Finding it fun, Sharon had playfully teased him many times, and now, even with his threat, it was clear it wouldn't work.

"Are you going to punish me? Punish me?"

Standing up to clear the table, Sharon poked Siwoo's shoulder playfully, grinning mischievously.

Siwoo let out a deep sigh.

Ah…

This is tough.

Even though she acts all cheeky like that, if he were to strip her naked and throw her on the bed, she'd blush bright red and get shy.

And if he were to poke at the sensitive spots inside her in that state, her playfulness would vanish, replaced by lewd moans and panting…

…Thinking such thoughts was truly torture.

It felt like he'd become a wellspring of never-ending sexual desire.

"Huh? How are you going to punish me?"

Wait, now that he thought about it, did he need to hold back?

Why should he hold back?

Siwoo sprang up from his seat.

Startled by his sudden movement, Sharon flinched slightly but still smiled, her dimples showing.

"Take it off."

But that smile vanished completely at Siwoo's next words.Siwoo suddenly and forcefully pushes Sharon toward the refrigerator.

"Uh... huh?"

"Take it off now. I'll give it to you however you want."

Up until now, Sharon had often gently teased Siwoo, but Siwoo had never once retaliated.

At most, she would just blush like a fool and pretend to hit him.

Meaning, she had never pinned him against a wall and pushed back like this before.

"Uh... uh..."

Because of that, she hadn't expected it to feel like this.

It wasn't unpleasant.

Rather, the appropriately rough feeling, the natural difference in eye level due to their height difference, and his low voice pleasantly rang in her ears.

Her heart pounded, and her legs felt like they might give way.

"H-here?"

Meanwhile, Siwoo, who had attempted a counterattack for the first time, felt awkwardly embarrassed by Sharon's reaction, which far exceeded his expectations.

He had thought she would react with something like, 'Hahaha, what's that! It doesn't suit you at all!'

It was completely different from what he expected.

Sharon, who had been cowed like a loser in front of bullies, fidgeted with the hem of her clothes.

• Ding dong! Ding dong!

While he was pondering how to resolve this ambiguous standoff, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, oh...! Looks like we have a guest. I'll prepare some tea!"

"Hey, hey, where are you going?"

Sharon, feeling cornered, swiftly escaped from Siwoo's shadow like a boxer who had heard the bell signaling the end of a round.

Sharon, who said she would prepare tea, disappeared into the bathroom instead.

But who would come at this hour?

He didn't recall ordering any deliveries or packages either.

Siwoo opened the door.

"As promised, I've come. Sorry for not giving prior notice."

The pink-haired duke.

Eloah Tiferet stood there dressed in Mortal Realm attire.

Every time Siwoo saw Eloah, he couldn't help but question the official title of Duke Tiferet.

Because, upon closer inspection, it seemed more fitting to call her a princess rather than a duke, and a magical girl rather than a Witch.

However, seeing her dressed not in a white ceremonial dress but in Mortal Realm clothes, even that image faded a bit.

A princess in sweatpants, a magical girl in a windbreaker—both felt somewhat awkward.

It was like an idol with flashy pink-dyed hair visiting home to avoid paparazzi.

"I've prepared a small housewarming gift."

"Thank you."

"Sorry it's nothing special."

"Not at all. I'll enjoy it."

What was casually extended before the properly seated Siwoo was a fruit basket.

Not a luxury item filled with special fruits, but the kind you could comfortably bring when visiting someone in the hospital.

In short, it felt rather modest for a housewarming gift from a 'duke.'

But well, he hadn't asked for training to get free meals, so he didn't think much of it.

Tiferet got straight to the point.

"It's a bit late to mention, but with the Countess's help, I'll be staying in the apartment directly below this one. For a while, I plan to monitor your surroundings and teach you simultaneously. As I mentioned before, nothing is certain yet."

"This apartment below?"

"I haven't moved in yet, but it will be soon. Is that alright?"

"I have no issue with it. In fact, I'd like to ask for your favor."

Simply measured by combat power, Tiferet was among the most powerful Witches, countable on one hand.

Having the chance to receive her teachings was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Moreover, she would be staying right in the apartment below?

If, as Tiferet worried, Ea had played tricks on Siwoo's body, it would allow for much stronger countermeasures.

From Siwoo's perspective, who had nothing to lose, it was something to welcome with open arms.

"If your schedule isn't busy, I'd like to start training right away... Shall we go?"

"Yes, I'll get ready now. Is there anything I should bring?"

"Comfortable clothing for movement will suffice."

"I'll change and be right out."

Sharon said she would research Magic in her room while Siwoo received instruction.

Originally, Tiferet used innate magic centered on Word Spirits, so she didn't have much in common with Sharon, who was a traditional elemental system Witch.

Besides, Sharon had no reason to suddenly learn martial arts, which she had no connection to.

"Is this alright?"

"For now, it's not bad."

Having been asked to guide her to a spacious open area, Siwoo headed to the rooftop of the officetel where people always smoked.

Tiferet quickly scanned the surroundings and then quietly deployed a Hidden Boundary.

"How will the training proceed?"

Eloah didn't say much.

She tied her brightly shining cherry-blossom-like hair, which fluttered in the spring breeze, into a ponytail and tossed off her windbreaker.

Her fair skin was revealed, clad only in a sports bra that looked comfortable for activity.

Her Ceremonial Artifact, the 'Contract Sword,' inscribed with twelve characters, was grasped in her hand.

"First, let's see your level."

It was sudden, without any warm-up, but wasn't this why she came?

Rather, someone of Tiferet's caliber made him curious about how she would assess his skills.

"Alright."

Siwoo enveloped his entire body in black armor.

A word from the author (Author's note):

I wasn't late!