City of Witches Chapter 253

3 PM.

Check-in at Eloa Hotel Periwinkle Seoul Standard Room.

Periwinkle and Siwoo's scorching afternoon.

12 AM.

Eloa tosses and turns, finally falls asleep.

Still ongoing.

Next day, 4 AM wake-up.

Eloa wakes up.

The two are still ongoing.

11 AM.

Eloa gives up and checks out.

Returns to Witch Point thereafter.

Still ongoing.

5 PM.

Eloa meditates.

Periwinkle and Siwoo, still ongoing.

Another day passes, 12 AM.

Eloa sleeps.

Sex still hasn't ended by this point.

And then 4 AM.

Eloa woke up with bleary eyes.

Because she couldn't sleep properly last night and suffered all day today.

As soon as she got up, after checking her field of vision, she barely suppressed the urge to let out a cheer.

"It's over...!"

What reflected in her eyes was the interior of a rather nice-looking vehicle.

Because, whatever it was, Periwinkle's white naked body was no longer visible.

Eloa, overwhelmed by a heart-piercing surge of emotion over this.

"Ah...."

But she realized it wasn't a time for pure joy immediately after noticing the pillow between her legs.

The incessant intercourse between Siwoo and Periwinkle continuing right up until she fell asleep.

Watching that explicit spectacle, as if civilized beasts were reverting back to beasts, Eloa kept feeling her body heating up.

Her heart pounded as if broken, and down below kept itching.

Her breath carried heat, and her face uncontrollably flushed red.

Yet, she couldn't exactly crawl under cold water until she fell asleep.

What Eloa chose then was not masturbation.

It was true she had an impulse to keep reaching her hand down there, but Eloa did not compromise.

If she performed such vulgar acts after watching Siwoo's sex scenes of all people, how could she face him later?

Above all, it wasn't the right thing to do.

Thus, the alternative Eloa devised was to wedge a pillow between her legs.

So that she wouldn't even have to touch it at all.

However, the brief respite from forgetting her afflictions by pressing a soft cushion against her empty crotch was short-lived.

Eloa instinctively wriggled her waist and legs.

She tightly hugged the pillow with her thighs, then released it.

And repeated this.

By tightening and loosening her inner thighs, each time the pillow and panties firmly pressed against her vulva, she might have felt a refreshing sensation as if something stifling was released.

As if immersed in the feeling of the strange, itchy sensation turning into a clear, refreshed one, she fidgeted on the bed, lying on her side, until she fell asleep.

Of course, Eloa, who knew nothing, couldn't have known, and was unaware.

That too was clearly a part of masturbation.

Pressure masturbation, where girls who have just opened their eyes to sexuality instinctively seek pleasure.

In the end, Eloa, who had been hugging and rubbing against the pillow until right before falling asleep, even in the moment she fell asleep, instinctively wriggled her body, and as a result, upon waking up again...

"........"

The pillow was wet.

Eloa blankly examined it for a moment.

Sweat?

Could it be that from peeking at that wretched spectacle even in her sleep, she sweated this profusely?

"This wasn't here yesterday..."

That misconception shattered as soon as Eloa's body, dulled from sleep, fully regained its senses.

Eloa realized not only the pillow but also her underwear was damply wet.

Even her pajamas!

"Ugh...!"

Eloa stifled a sharp scream.

Filled with confusion as if experiencing her first period, Eloa cautiously reached out her hand.

Under the pajama bottoms Siwoo had gifted her, under her underwear.

Even before getting close, a strange heat and sticky sound emanated from within.

"Haat...!"

And the moment her accidentally brushing fingertip touched her stiffly erect, wet clitoris, Eloa experienced her thighs trembling uncontrollably, regardless of her will.

The bewilderment was brief. Eloa clearly realized where the liquid that soaked the pillow, panties, and pajamas originated.

It was from her own genitals.

Sexual sensation and pleasure are not given freely.

Though imprinted in human instinct, a woman's body is tightly hidden within a hard shell, like a bud yet to sprout.

It is through repeated learning and stimulation that one can feel perfect pleasure.

Eloa, who experienced in a mere day what typically takes days, or even years, froze in shock.

Could this be...

"Eh...ek?"

The sticky liquid that flowed abundantly from Periwinkle when Siwoo was having intercourse with her.

It looked very similar.

Tiferet quickly withdrew her hand from inside her panties and looked around.

As if it would be problematic if someone saw, even though there couldn't possibly be anyone else besides her.

Her wavering pupils and her even more wavering thoughts.

She analyzed the observed phenomenon and situation as calmly as possible, as if analyzing an enemy.

"So..."

Does this mean she went into heat like Periwinkle after watching Siwoo and Periwinkle's secret spectacle?

Eloa hurriedly took off her clothes and stuffed the pillow into the trash bin.

Siwoo is on his way home by car.

Moreover, the surrounding scenery visible through the transmitted vision was all too familiar.

She had to handle everything before arrival.

Thanks to such urgency, Eloa busily moved about without even a moment to fall into self-reproach.

Siwoo returned to the Witch Point penthouse.

Indeed, even for the same penthouse, there seems to be a difference between the top floor of a 5-star hotel and the top floor of a regular building.

The temporary lodging that looked like a palace now just seemed like a large room.

After checking Sharon's condition, Siwoo, on his way to his room, spotted Eloa's back carrying a full load of laundry.

"Oh? Master, you're awake."

Startled as if caught stealing at Siwoo's call, Eloa.

At this hour, he thought she'd be sound asleep or at least in her pajamas.

For some reason, she was dressed in outdoor clothes.

"……."

"Are you okay?"

Noticing Eloa's movements seemed somewhat stiffer than usual, Siwoo asked.

Eloa always has nightmares.

Having seen her wake up drenched in cold sweat and head to the bathroom many times, he thought this might be a similar situation.

"I'm sorry for disappearing into training for two days without a word. I should have contacted you, but I ended up causing unnecessary worry."Siwoo thought she was angry at his silent return.

Well, he had disappeared without a word and only returned two days later, so he must have caused her worry.

Why hadn't such an obvious thing occurred to him at the time...?

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could clearly make out Eloa's form.

A deeply flushed face.

Her flustered magenta eyes couldn't even properly take in Siwoo's figure.

"Y-you're back?"

A rather audacious thought, but...

For a moment, Siwoo was reminded of something by Eloa's expression.

That kind of face was something he'd seen when kissing in a suggestive atmosphere, or when revealing affection stemming from sexual desire.

But that couldn't be.

Eloa had a more serious disposition than anyone else Siwoo had met.

Moreover, how could Eloa, who cherished Siwoo like a disciple, possibly be like that?

Rather, he found his own self, who had superimposed such thoughts onto her, utterly disgusting.

Siwoo shook his head vigorously and bowed it.

"I'll make sure this doesn't happen again."

"No, it's fine. While skipping training is not commendable... it's true you needed a rest. Haven't you gone without a single day off until now?"

Eloa and Siwoo naturally began walking along the hallway inside the house.

After a very brief hesitation, Eloa asked.

"So, where have you been?"

It was later than expected, but if he'd been wandering outside without a word, it was a natural question to ask.

However, one incongruity was the palpable sense that Eloa didn't really want to ask about it.

"I met with Periwinkle-nim, who saved me before. I actually wanted to talk to you about this part... Do you have a moment?"

Eloa placed the crumpled laundry into the laundry basket.

And then cautiously looked back at Siwoo.

"Th-the part you want to talk about...?"

Eloa's shoulders, always so confident, were hunched up high.

It was the kind of reaction you might get if an animal you'd never seen before in your life started talking to you.

Is she having a hard time right now?

Siwoo was worried.

According to Branch Chief Sua, Eloa's condition had improved a lot thanks to Siwoo, but that didn't mean she was completely free from suffering.

He had often witnessed Eloa groaning in her sleep from nightmares...

And it wasn't just once or twice that he had looked at her with eyes of pity and sympathy.

Seeing that her condition was particularly poor right after waking, bringing it up suddenly might also be lacking in consideration.

Then it would be proper to wait until she could find a little peace of mind.

"Ah, I can tell you about that a bit later. Shall I pour you a drink?"

Eloa gave a slight nod.

She was surprised it had arrived much faster than expected, but all she'd been caught doing was moving laundry.

Fortunately, Siwoo didn't seem to have noticed anything.

But Eloa couldn't bring herself to look at Siwoo's face.

The fact that she had unknowingly wet herself below while voyeuristically watching his intercourse scene.

No one but Tiferet knew well.

Shame arises from knowing one's own disgraceful filth.

What an immoral teacher she was.

Eloa tried to calm her pounding heart.

But what could his intention be, suddenly saying he had something to discuss and suggesting they have a drink together?

Unable to figure it out one way or another, Eloa creakily accepted the glass Siwoo offered.

"Thank you."

Still, with a little alcohol in her, she felt she might survive.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"You don't seem well. I'm worried. Did I cause you too much concern after all?"

"It's not that, so don't worry."

Eloa, who had nearly tripped over her own feet when he suddenly asked about her condition, let out a faint sigh of relief at his usual considerate demeanor.

Yet, at the same time, his intense words from before kept flickering before her eyes and in her ears, making her mind restless.

She desperately wanted to tear them out of her head.

"As I mentioned before, after training ends tomorrow, would you like to go clothes shopping together?"

Eloa's heart sank.

Had he seen her damp clothes and underwear?

The visual sharing had ended the moment she faced him, so Eloa couldn't tell.

Panicked, Eloa spoke hastily.

"I have other pajamas besides that one."

"Ah... I meant clothes suitable for wearing outside, not pajamas."

"Not pajamas? Ah... I, I see. Clothes, clothes... Good."

This was absolutely no good.

She couldn't think straight.

Unhealthy thoughts kept floating hazily in her head.

She thought she needed to spend some time apart from Siwoo.

She needed to go outside and cool her head.

"I'm tired today, so let's stop here. I'm sorry."

"Huh..."

Without even hearing Siwoo's reply, Eloa shot up, downed the remaining alcohol in one shot, and scurried outside.

"She really must be very angry..."

For Siwoo, unaware of the detailed circumstances, that was the only speculation he could make.

A word from the author (Author's Note)

The spelling checker site I always used has gone wonky.

How sad.