City of Witches Chapter 234

"You are beautiful."

"Wha, what?"

"You are beautiful. More so than any Witch I have ever met in my life."

Eloa's pupils began to shake uncontrollably.

Along with that, I doubted my own ears.

Siwoo, whispering sweetly.

The meaning of those secret words was so intuitive that even a girl who had just passed puberty could understand.

He is now trying to seduce Tiferet.

"What are you saying all of a sudden?"

Eloa hid her agitation and avoided Siwoo's gaze.

Coming here at the crack of dawn and throwing such flirtatious remarks.

It was utterly incomprehensible.

Could the incident during yesterday's sparring have triggered Siwoo's sudden behavior?

"Master..."

Just as Siwoo was about to say something, Eloa cut him off.

"Thank you for the compliment. But as I said a moment ago, I need to change my clothes, so please leave."

Though she deliberately spoke coldly and decisively, Eloa couldn't hide her bewilderment.

Beautiful... she thought.

It was an evaluation she had heard countless times during her Apprentice Witch days.

It was also something she hadn't heard from anyone since officially becoming a Witch and inheriting the Duke's title.

After all, it was a well-known fact that Eloa disliked flattery and superficiality.

Moreover, Tiferet was not particularly fond of her own appearance.

She didn't like her restless, overly conspicuous pink hair, nor her glowing magenta eyes that resembled those of a monster.

And what about her height?

She was so short that there was hardly any difference compared to her Contract Sword.

There was nothing to be proud of.

"Didn't you hear me?"

But Siwoo remained in place, unmoving despite Eloa's request to leave.

The absurdity intensified.

Siwoo, who had always been perceptive and discreet without Eloa having to say anything, was now acting out of character—suddenly complimenting her appearance and ignoring her request...

It felt jarring.

"Shall I help you?"

Siwoo gave a sly smile.

"Help? With what?"

"Changing your clothes, of course."

"Are you seriously saying that now..."

Just as Eloa was about to flare up at the preposterous remark, Siwoo suddenly crawled onto the bed.

Their faces drew so close that their noses almost touched.

Eloa, who had been about to scold Siwoo with a stern reprimand, seemed overwhelmed by his audacity and froze.

"I picked it out, but it really is pretty. It suits you well, Master."

"...Is, is that so?"

"Yes, truly."

Siwoo, who had half-pinned Eloa down as he closed the distance, reached out his arm.

She felt somewhat dazed.

If she wanted to, she could push him away.

Even without using Magic, she could subdue Siwoo with simple martial arts.

But Eloa didn't do that.

"Trust me. I don't mean any harm; I just want to help you change your clothes."

"I, I..."

"It's okay. We were often this close during sparring, weren't we?"

Siwoo gently grasped Eloa's wrist, which had been clutching her pajamas at the chest, covering the buttons.

Even though it was just their hands touching, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran down her spine.

She instinctively realized it.

That this 'contact' held a completely different meaning from when their arms and legs touched during sparring.

Eloa's hand fell away helplessly, like a child having candy snatched away.

It felt as if she had reverted to a time before becoming a Witch.

To that naive, happy era when she enjoyed happiness without any cost.

"We should undo the buttons first. I'll help you with them one by one."

Siwoo's hands moved like a magician's, undoing the buttons one by one.

While Eloa was still dazed, muttering "Uh... uh...," five buttons were already undone, parting the front of her pajamas.

Eloa's flawless stomach, cleavage, and even her cute navel were fully exposed to the chilly morning air.

"That's enough. Thank you, but no more..."

"No, I've helped you this far; it would be a shame to just leave now."

"...What do I have to feel sorry about?"

"I meant I would feel sorry."

"Ah...!"

Siwoo naturally pushed aside the unbuttoned pajama top.

Her beautifully shaped breasts, forming natural teardrop curves, were fully revealed.

Though she always wore a sports bra tightly bound to avoid hindering movement, their size and shape were sufficiently feminine.

Ah.

With that, she was now half-naked, fully exposed before Siwoo's eyes.

Eloa slowly became aware of it, and in the wake of that awareness, she felt her heart begin to race madly.

She was embarrassed.

Her breathing grew shallow, and her body felt as if it were melting away, unable to move, as if she had drunk poppy juice.

It wasn't that it was difficult to tell him to stop, to say no more—her body was already beyond her control.

"I'll help you take it off the rest of the way."

Siwoo, unfazed by the sight of Eloa's bare chest, took hold of the parted collar.

Without waiting for Eloa's response, he slowly pulled it off.

Whether intentional or not, his fingertips brushed against her skin, sending shivers of ticklish sensation.

"Ah...."

By the time Eloa, who had been frozen stiff, exhaled the breath she had been holding, Siwoo was already holding her pajama top in his hands.

Eloa belatedly covered her chest with her hands, hesitantly.

It suddenly felt embarrassingly vivid that she was showing her chest so openly to him.

But the action Siwoo took next was far more embarrassing than simply being seen naked.

"Hmm, it seems you sweat a lot in your sleep."

"St, stop that!"

Siwoo pressed his nose against Eloa's pajamas, which were undoubtedly soaked with last night's sweat and body scent, and deliberately took a deep breath.

For some reason, that felt far more embarrassing than showing her chest.

Eloa hastily reached out to snatch the pajamas back, but to her surprise, her limp arm couldn't even get close to them, let alone take them back.

"Stop it! I warned you."

A desperate warning she couldn't hold back.

Siwoo reluctantly placed the pajamas back on the bed.

"Helping you change is enough now. Please leave immediately. I won't hold what happened so far against you..."

Driven by an instinctive cry that this couldn't go on any further, Eloa tried to send Siwoo out, but her words trailed off.

It felt as if she had only blinked once, but he had already taken off all his clothes.The large object she had glimpsed before, and felt against her back today, stood tall like the figurehead of a sailing ship.

Whether from dizziness or something else, its exact shape was unclear, but Eloa hurriedly closed her eyes and spoke.

"What are you doing now! Even for you, this level of outrage is..."

"Outrage, you say? Was it not you, Master, who abruptly opened the door and entered when I was having sex with Sharon? You saw not only Sharon's naked body but mine in every detail as well."

At Siwoo's half-stubborn retort, Eloah's voice naturally grew sharp.

No matter how much she cherished Siwoo, there was a limit to what she could overlook.

She knew that indulging a child's whims too much would spoil them.

"It was an accident."

"This is also an accident. It's just that after seeing your body, Master, I could no longer hide my true feelings."

"...That is not called an accident."

Siwoo paid no heed to Eloah's angry tone.

Eloah, who had closed her eyes to avoid seeing his nakedness, was pushed lightly on the chest and tumbled onto the bed with a soft thud.

Startled by that audacious act, she opened her eyes wide, and this time, she saw Siwoo in a posture that truly seemed about to pounce.

Siwoo looked down at her with calm eyes, his pupils reflecting Eloah's image like a mirror.

Seeing her own figure—half-undressed, shrinking, and flustered—she was stunned anew.

It was rude conduct.

Putting everything else aside, it was nothing short of a one-sided, inconsiderate rampage.

She thought she must be making an expression of certain anger at Siwoo's actions...

But the expression of Eloah reflected in his pupils was not that.

It merely held hesitation, carrying a fragility that seemed as if she would be dragged this way and that, pushed and pulled as one pleased.

"Stop this.... This kind of act is.... Ah!"

Boldly, Siwoo's hand seized Eloah's breast without permission.

A man's hand, hotter, thicker, and rougher than imagined, gently enveloped the soft breast.

What Eloah worried about most was not that Siwoo's hand had touched her bare chest.

She was afraid he would notice her heart beating like a broken machine.

"I, I am as you said... your Master."

"And a woman."

"A woman..."

What she had half-believed was now confirmed.

Indeed, Siwoo perceived Eloah as a member of the opposite sex.

That was why he had come to this space where no one else was, removed Eloah's clothes, and pushed her onto the bed.

Siwoo withdrew his hand and slowly leaned his body.

His upper body, defined by lean, wiry muscles, pressed tightly against Eloah's soft, naked skin.

Eloah's tense breath escaped in ragged gasps.

"Even if it's still autumn, the dawn air is cold. If two people are together, they can avoid the chill until daybreak."

"N-no, this is wrong... no.... Haa...."

To somehow push Siwoo away.

Eloah, trying to shove his chest with arms that had no strength, went limp as if shot with an anesthetic.

His lips had lightly bitten the nape of her neck.

That alone rendered Eloah incapable of any resistance.

Simultaneously, a sweet sigh escaped.

Even though teeth had dug into her nape, she felt no pain.

Only his body scent and sweat smell filling her nostrils, and the heat from their touching skin expanded to a frightening degree.

Goosebumps rose and fell repeatedly, as if feathers were tickling her entire body.

"This... this is wrong... a wrong thing...."

"There is nothing wrong with love."

Eloah vainly pushing Siwoo away.

Siwoo, undaunted, pressing closer.

Feeling the sensation of a hot object pressing insistently against her soft lower abdomen, Eloah let out a turbid breath and panted shallowly.

"I want to become one with you, Master."

Siwoo's hand slowly began to remove Eloah's pajama bottoms.

Soon, she would be naked before him.

Would they become one like this?

Like Siwoo had done with Sharon, would she too end up pinned beneath him, trembling?

That might be good in its own way.

No, it must not be.

Amid the sharply conflicting inner whispers, a thread of dissonance bloomed.

There was no other reason.

Only an inexplicable chill surged as if icy water had been poured over her.

It was the ability, honed and polished across countless limbs, to sense danger.

Instinct was sounding an alarm.

That something was going terribly wrong.

Eloah pushed strongly against Siwoo's chest.

Answering her call, the Contract Sword manifested in her right hand.

Confirming that vitality and strength flowed into her body, which had been drained and useless, Eloah lightly rolled on the bed, rose, and pointed the Contract Sword at Siwoo.

"M-Master!"

Siwoo's flustered expression.

Even his body movements, as if genuinely in trouble upon seeing Eloah's violent response, were overflowing with vivid realism.

"I, I think I was mistaken. Th-this wasn't my intention..."

If Siwoo had faced this situation, he would undoubtedly have reacted like that.

So much so that even Eloah, who had sensed clear dissonance and danger, thought, 'Did I misjudge?' and nearly lowered her sword.

But Eloah trusted the instinct honed on battlefields over her hazy reason.

"I Contract."

The light of truth, piercing all falsehood and lies, dwelled in Eloah's two eyes.

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Cat Sharon drawn by ComptuerAC-nim to commemorate surpassing 30,000 pre-orders!

It's been about three years since I started writing, but this is the first time I've received a special illustration!!!

It's so cute and pretty! And I think the handwriting is pretty too!

Thank you!!!!

A Word from the Author (Author's Note)

If you check the notice, there's a 19+ illustration of Tiferet!!