City of Witches Chapter 228

Did you know?

When sweat seeps through, a highly toned buttocks becomes so slippery that it's difficult to grasp.

Sharon, who had buttocks as firm as a Pilates instructor's, was no exception.

Her white buttocks, lifted toward the sky, glistened only with the lubricant of love—a mixture of sweat and sloshing love juice.

"Ha...ah...it's...too...much...! Too...! Hot...! Kyahng!"

Sharon, hugging a pillow as if to tear it apart, was taking Siwoo's cock with only her buttocks stuck up high.

Each time Siwoo ruthlessly plunged his cock deep into Sharon's tight, narrow Boji, Sharon performed staccato moans.

Her elegantly curved back and waist wriggled without restraint, savoring every last drop of pleasure.

"Siwoo...Kyaa...Siwoo...hng...! Sl...slow...down! Down! Hahng!"

"Why? Didn't you ask for this?"

After being hastily led toward the bed.

Siwoo firmly took hold of Sharon's reins.

In truth, this incident was entirely Siwoo's mistake, and Sharon was almost blameless.

So, saying he took the reins meant he complied with the play she desired, allowing her to fully enjoy the sex.

Of course, Siwoo also quite fancied this kind of play.

"St...stop...lecturing...! Hiuu! Haaang...I'm...sorry...!"

"If you knew you were sorry, why did you do it?"

"Hahk...hk...uh..."

-Smack!

"Kyahng!"

Slapping Sharon's buttocks, which were faintly damp with sweat, the sensation clinging to his palm was artful.

Having already spanked her multiple times with his palm, several red handprints were etched onto Sharon's moon-like buttocks.

The flinching flesh and Sharon's lewd voice with each slap were addictive, making it hard to stop.

"I asked, if you knew you were sorry, why did you do it?"

"I...hng...wanted to be scolded by Siwoo...so... Kyahang!"

Truthfully, by this point, who was right or wrong no longer mattered.

As Siwoo gently berated and tormented Sharon, she panted roughly, satisfying her desire to be dominated.

Even if it looked like this, it was a beautiful symbiotic relationship.

"Now, you move."

"O...okay...I'll...I'll do it...uh...hng...huung...aaang...!"

The pretty, upturned peach-shaped buttocks.

Sharon, still leaning her upper body forward, swayed her hips back and forth, repeatedly swallowing and spitting out Siwoo's cock.

Even with so much love juice, the flesh of her Boji clung to his cock so tightly that it stretched like mozzarella cheese, repeatedly gripping and pulling at his cock to the very end.

Even though they mixed flesh several times a day, he never grew tired of it because he could watch Sharon gradually change.

The cold and haughty Sharon had, at some point, started giving him blowjobs under the pretext of service, and now she trembled like a bitch in heat beneath Siwoo's legs.

At Siwoo's teasing words, she diligently swayed her hips.

Where else could one feel such a sense of conquest?

"Hng...huuung...I, Siwoo...I think I'm going to come...hng...!"

Suddenly, the inside of her Boji began to tighten, and Sharon, taking Siwoo's cock all the way in, swirled her hips.

Her delicate pussy trembled violently as she reached orgasm.

Her wriggling toes.

Because she spread her thighs wide and lifted her buttocks, her cute flower-like folds repeatedly contracted and relaxed in little twitches.

The sight of Sharon tearing at the pillow was captured perfectly in his view.

"Haa...haa...haa..."

"Still not enough reflection. Who came first?"

"Sorry...I'm sorry...huuk...uk..."

"How many times?"

"Three times...I came three times alone..."

To have come three times without him even once.

Siwoo felt a renewed pride in his improved technique and stamina but deliberately put on a stern voice.

"This won't do. Get on your knees."

"L...like this...?"

He firmly gripped Sharon's buttocks again as she knelt obediently on the bed, lying prone.

It was incredibly arousing, as if he were arbitrarily violating Sharon, who was apologizing while truly naked and prostrating herself, from behind.

He wiped Sharon's damp Boji with his palm, as if wiping away urine.

Sticky honey of love oozed out as if a honeycomb had broken.

"Shall I put it in?"

"Hiiuk...! Yes...yes..."

"Say, 'Please put it in.'"

Sharon slightly lifted her bowed head and looked at Siwoo.

Her eyes, teary with pitiful tears after repeated climaxes, showed a troubled expression that seemed to say, "That's a bit..."

But soon, as if having made up her mind, she blushed deeply and whispered softly.

"P...please...put your cock in Sharon...Kyaaha!"

It's a dream.

All of this is a dream.

Eloa painfully murmured.

Like right after God rained for forty days and nights to wash away sinful and wicked humans.

The faded scenery was submerged deep in water.

The time of joy had returned.

Because the only place she could see Raphi, whom she could no longer see, was in dreams.

And the time of pain had returned.

Because the only place she would face Raphi, whom she could no longer see, was also in dreams.

'Master!'

'Did I not say no?'

Raphi, who had repeatedly pleaded, raised her voice at Eloa, her temper flaring.

It was something even Eloa, who had cared for Raphi since she was a newborn, was experiencing for the first time.

The obedient and kind Raphi was actually defying her Master.

'Why? If we're together, we can deal with Homunculi and public enemies!'

'Raphi, we are Witches. Killing Homunculi and public enemies is not our primary mission. What is given to us is to raise the Hierarchy and...'

'And if we raise the Hierarchy? If we become stronger? If we achieve the feat of the Witch of Creation? What does that matter?'

Raphi cut off Eloa's words with a sharp voice.

It was a tone so fierce that one couldn't imagine it from her usual self.

That's how angry Raphi was.

She must have felt deep disillusionment toward the Witches, and further toward Eloa, who only sought magical achievements while people were dying.

'Do you still not understand? That is the reason Witches live.'

'I hate that! People are dying! What's so great about researching Magic? I can't accept it!'

'Raphi, you're just being stubborn right now.'Raphi, who had come out to the Mortal Realm with Eloa to enjoy some amusement, saw the Homunculus and people dying at the hands of the public enemy.

And then she harbored one question.

Why do Witches, despite possessing sufficient power, not try to protect people?

Why do Witches, even with the public enemy before their eyes, not try to fight?

Why must Witches not live for the sake of humans?

Eloa could give a clear answer to that.

It is not the Witch's karma.

What a Witch must aim for is to reach a higher realm of Magic.

That was, to Eloah Tiferet—no, to most Witches—an answer infinitely close to the correct one.

For she had learned it thus from the previous Tiferet.

Just as one must be liberated from all attachments to reach the state of Nirvana.

Just as one must sever all ties with the mundane world and become free to ascend to immortality.

'Any true Witch must stake everything solely to achieve the secret realm. The rest is merely incidental.'

Tiferet, famous even among Orthodox Witches for being stubborn and rigid, sincerely believed so.

'Do you still not understand?'

But the correct answer for Eloa was the wrong answer for Raphi.

A child born with innate kindness, she simply could not understand.

Rather, seeing Tiferet say the same things as other Witches, she grew angry.

It wasn't because she came to hate her beloved Master.

On the contrary, it was precisely because she loved her so much that the shadow of disappointment loomed just as large.

From Raphi's bowed head, a choked voice spilled out.

'Master... is a coward.'

'....What?'

'It's all excuses. It's all pretexts. Why is the desire to protect innocent people wrong?'

'Raphi!'

At that time, she had no mind to ponder Raphi's words.

Rather, she was bewildered and so angry she couldn't bear it—that Raphi, who had followed and respected her more than anyone, was shouting words laced with reproach.

'I will protect people with my own power. I won't pretend not to know and look away like you do, Master!'

Raphi's voice, mixed with resentment.

At first, she thought it was merely a naive denunciation.

'I will... protect people.'

But after repeating the same dream countless times, she now understood.

Clearly, Raphi had wanted Eloa to change her mind.

She had wanted her, upon hearing her words, to break free from the rigid, indoctrinated way of thinking.

But Eloa at that time was foolish.

She ended up making a choice she could never take back.

'....Do as you please.'

'.......'

Raphi bowed her head.

Transparent dewdrops fell onto the hotel carpet.

Raphi, who had moistened her lips several times, turned and left without another word.

Eloa, knowing Raphi was heading outside, did not stop her.

She told herself she just needed a little time to think, faced with Raphi's defiance for the first time ever... making excuses.

The hotel room door slammed shut.

If she had known that would be the last she saw of Raphi.

She surely would have made a different choice than she did then.

Eloa opened her eyes.

A searing chest pain spread, and unpleasantly sticky sweat streamed down her forehead.

As always, right after waking from thrashing in a nightmare, she couldn't even breathe properly.

"Haa... haa.... haa...."

Tiferet, gasping and panting for breath as if she had been sinking deep underwater.

She covered her face with both hands and tugged at her hair.

Crouching like a bird weathering a storm, she tried to steady her extreme emotions, and her breathing gradually returned.

"Ah...."

Sitting dazedly on the bed, Eloa instinctively reached out, fumbling around.

The strong liquor she always kept by her bedside was gone.

"Come to think of it...."

Her sense of time, which had lagged far behind alone, returned like loosely wound tape.

Today, she had invited Siwoo over and cooked for him.

Getting drunk and acting up... then falling asleep just like that.

But waking up, she was in bed.

That meant he had moved the sleeping Eloa to the bed.

"........"

Eloa left the room.

To drink and take a cold shower.

Outside the window, the Seoul dawn was visible.

Complicatedly rising buildings and gloomy smog.

The dawn light cutting diagonally through them tore through the darkness of night, shining brilliantly.

Yet even that light, illuminating half the world, could not erase Eloa's shadow.

Standing in the slanted shadow within the room, Eloa gazed at it blankly before turning away.

Just as the moment after anesthesia wears off is the most painful.

This time after waking from a dream is the most agonizing and longest part of the day.

Eloa took the rum from the shelf and twisted open the cork stopper.

The fiery liquor set her throat ablaze, then warmed even her stomach.

Though she had once avoided alcohol, fearing a staggering body and a slackened mind, nowadays it was a precious, indispensable painkiller, more valuable than water.

As she was about to start her day no differently than any other, something caught Eloa's eye.

The neatly tidied dining table.

"He cleaned everything up before leaving..."

Eloa ran her hand over the table.

The dishes that had been strewn about were all washed and put away.

It couldn't have been done by a ghost; Siwoo must have done it after laying Eloa in bed.

A good kid.

A nice kid.

Separate from the initial misunderstanding, even Siwoo's small actions were raising Eloa's estimation of him.

That was, inevitably, due to loneliness.

Due to anguish.

If Siwoo, who inherited Raphi's Vessel, stayed by her side like a disciple.

Even if it were nothing but self-deception, perhaps she could gain some self-satisfaction? It must be due to that lingering hope.

Because what she couldn't do for Raphi, she might be able to do for Siwoo.

-Dong!

But Eloa's contemplation did not last long.

Because she sensed a deep, dense wave of magical power.

At the faint wave that seemed to come from very far away, Eloa's tentacles stood on end.

The strings of characters deeply engraved beneath Eloa's skin, beneath her muscles, atop her bones, enhance her magical power detection ability.

Thus, she could always catch any wave of magical power.

"What...?"

But this was different from the waves of magical power she had sensed until now.

It seemed to come from very far away, but in reality, it was incredibly close.

Like the vibration of a landslide felt even from a great distance.

Even though something was blocking the wavelength of magical power, the wave itself was so intense that it transmitted through.

Eloa's gaze turned toward the ceiling.I've been a bit late checking the fan art because I only look at the comments section for mental health reasons...

There are a whopping 5 pieces backed up ㅜㅜ

Considering the sincerity of the readers who worked hard to draw them, it seems right to release them one by one, so I'll post them sequentially!!!

Here are the Twins Sharon and Amelia provided by PIA1618722351907!!!

I think each of their unique characteristics was captured well!!!

Each one turned out so, so beautifully ㅎㅎ

I'll upload them to the Gallery!

Thank you!!!