City of Witches Chapter 273

Eloa's sudden seduction.

As she clung to Siwoo, she made him inhale the scent of her hair deeply.

When she had watched Siwoo and Periwinkle having intercourse through the Guardian's Contract.

Periwinkle's method of seducing Siwoo, who was trying to restrain himself, was always the same.

She would bring the crown of her head close to his nose and let him smell its fragrance.

Then, even Siwoo, who had been about to stop, would be swept up in carnal desire and mingle his body with Periwinkle's again.

Though she didn't know the principle or reason, the scene she had witnessed repeatedly allowed Eloa to derive a single formula.

The fact that Siwoo, when made to smell the scent of hair, would lose all restraint and pounce.

Truthfully, this situation must be awkward for Siwoo as well.

No matter that it was to save people, he was now going to mingle his body with Eloa, whom he called Master.

At the very least, the Siwoo Eloa knew was fundamentally sincere and kind.

If persuaded that this was the only sure way to end the Cowardly Witch at this point, he would have agreed.

But in that case, the responsibility for this transgression would be distributed between both of them.

Because it would have happened after persuasion and agreement.

Therefore, Eloa chose unilaterally.

To make Siwoo lose his self-control entirely and have him assault her.

She sought no consent, offered no persuasion.

If today's events became a problem, she made it so the arrow of blame would point at Eloa, not herself.

Even with that firm resolve...

"Ugh..."

Eloa gulped.

Siwoo was looking at her with startled eyes, as if confused, as if he hadn't expected this at all.

Because a transfer had begun to swirl around his pupils.

"Master, are you really alright?"

Eloa silently nodded, yet looked at Siwoo with unease.

It wasn't the gaze that always looked at Eloa affectionately or with fondness.

Eyes bloodshot all over.

Eyes seized by a desire hotter than a blast furnace.

The eyes of a male looking at a female.

She had anticipated this to some extent.

The image of Siwoo, who had almost tormented Periwinkle as he drove into her, was still vivid in Eloa's mind.

But she would endure it.

No matter how bad the act she suffered, it wasn't Siwoo's fault, but the result of her own selfishness.

However, Eloa, who didn't actually know what to do, merely shrank her small body and stood hesitantly before him.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Meanwhile, Siwoo, who had inhaled the body scent of a 23rd hierarchy Witch very deeply, was not in his right mind.

An intense impulse, as if his personality had been swapped, was directed solely at Eloa.

He had never felt such a strong impulse before.

As his capacity to think of anything else vanished into the distance, he saw Eloa's lips, glistening like dewy flower petals.

Let's just press against her lips first and think later.

"Ugh!"

Siwoo stretched out his arm.

Eloa's slender yet elastic waist was wrapped in one arm as she was pulled snugly into Siwoo's embrace.

For Eloa, who had no strength left, it was an extremely rough and violent motion.

Eloa, frozen stiff as if turned to ice.

Eloa's eyes, always unwavering and dignified, now shook back and forth.

Because even at this moment of firm resolve, the tormenting thought arose: 'Is this really the right choice?'

No, this isn't the time for such thoughts.

This is strictly an unavoidable action for a life-saving act.

Moreover, it's an action Eloa took unilaterally without seeking Siwoo's agreement.

But...

But it's still unfamiliar and frightening.

More than when her pajamas had come undone during a massage earlier, exposing her chest.

It feels like her heart is beating a hundred, a thousand times faster.

As Siwoo's lips drew near, Eloa tightly closed her eyes.

"Slurp... Chup...!"

As Siwoo wrapped his arms around Eloa's waist, their lips overlapped simultaneously.

In stark contrast to the soft, smooth lips, rough breaths tickled the bridge of Eloa's nose.

Before she could even fluster over her first kiss in her life, a tongue, snakelike, pried open Eloa's pursed lips and crept in.

"Hup...?!"

Eloa's body trembled violently.

Because she had never imagined he would push his tongue into her mouth this quickly.

"Chup... up... um..."

Disregarding Eloa's wide-eyed, astonished reaction, Siwoo repeatedly moved his tongue, thickly violating the inside of Eloa's oral mucosa.

The sound of saliva mixing with sticky, winding sounds.

A tongue much thicker and more elastic than Eloa's roamed her mouth as if it were its own.

Upon careful thought, it's not such a lewd act.

The tongue isn't a particularly erogenous zone, nor is it a part hidden and concealed under clothing like genitals or breasts.

It's a part exposed plenty in daily life, during conversation, eating, and so on.

But the fact that the owner of the tongue rummaging through her mouth is Siwoo, and the person licking and enveloping Eloa's tongue is also Siwoo...

Why does it feel so obscene?

As if entranced, Eloa slowly began to respond to Siwoo's kiss.

Though Eloa could control even the extremities of her body, honed to the limit, with her own will, when it came to kissing, she had never learned or experienced it, and above all, it was her first time, so she was extremely clumsy.

Her two arms, unsure where to go, remained stiffly stretched out to the sides.

At most, she would subtly move her tongue to answer Siwoo's movements or occasionally lick his lips.

"Chup... hmm... eup... chururup..."

The sound of mucosa colliding with mucosa.

The sensation of each other's saliva mixing stickily and melting together.

The more this repeated thickly, the more Eloa felt a feverish heat crackling and rising in her lower abdomen.

She knew what this sensation was, which in the past would have merely flustered her.

The sexual desire that had plunged her into cold water when she had inadvertently spied on Periwinkle and Siwoo's intercourse.

The flames of lust that had clung to Eloa like napalm fire, refusing to be extinguished.

This shouldn't be happening.

No matter how the situation turned out, she shouldn't forget her duty...

She wanted to continue.

The impulse to spend the whole day, all day, pressing lips with him and entwining tongues surged.

As Eloa was sucked in, kissing Siwoo and growing accustomed to all sorts of stimuli...

"Huk...!"

She was startled once again.

Because Siwoo's arm, which had been wrapped around Eloa's waist until now, naturally slid down and grabbed Eloa's buttocks.

Startled by that, Eloa ended up biting Siwoo's lip.

It wasn't out of aversion.Now that the moral qualms about crossing the forbidden line between master and disciple had been diluted under the grand cause of saving many people, she had no intention of refusing her relationship with Siwoo at this point.

Moreover, in this situation, she found a small comfort in the fact that the person who would caress every inch of her body was Siwoo, not someone else.

However, his touch was too rough and the timing unexpected, which led to a mistake.

“S-sorry.”

Eloa was at a loss.

“It’s fine.”

Siwoo’s voice was rough, but it seemed he still retained some rationality.

Yet, only one thing could be felt.

An intense urge to hold Eloa as quickly as possible surged violently.

Since she had brought this upon herself, she had no intention of blaming anyone.

Still, Eloa felt a chill because she discovered that she didn’t feel the slightest rejection toward such desire—rather, she wanted to accept it.

“We don’t have time… We should hurry. No more kissing…”

Any more kissing would be dangerous.

Eloa intuitively realized that the boundary between reason and instinct was becoming increasingly blurred and muddled.

Right now, this wasn’t about sharing a sincere romantic relationship with him.

Mingling bodies with him was a last resort chosen to fulfill a mission.

For Eloa herself to lose herself in it was absurd.

Feeling a pang of self-reproach, she pulled Siwoo’s wrist toward a nearby wall.

After such a sweet and hot kiss, she had even forgotten the pain, but her body was in tatters.

Doing this act for the first time without any support was burdensome.

Thus, she intended to lean against the wall, using the surface of the rainwater tunnel as support.

“We’ll do it… here.”

As if steeling herself, Eloa firmly pressed her lips together and turned her back to Siwoo.

Amidst swirling excitement, anticipation, and a desire to conquer, Siwoo watched her actions.

It was utterly unbearable.

In his heart, he wanted to pin her down immediately, but he was barely holding onto the last thread of rationality, enduring.

“…Hoo… hoo…”

Eloa hesitated for a while before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her tracksuit.

Though not as tight as leggings, the material perfectly revealed her beautiful curves.

“Ugh… ugh…!”

To show him her naked body so openly.

And to undress for intercourse ahead.

Feeling dizzy with confusion, Eloa finally pulled down both her pants and panties at once.

Perhaps because the fabric was so clingy, both the pants and the striped panties caught around her knees and stopped.

As the dust-covered wrapping was removed, Eloa’s plump buttocks came fully into Siwoo’s view.

“Wow…”

Whether it was Siwoo’s admiring exclamation from behind or an inexplicable sigh, Eloa felt even more intense shame.

But for Siwoo, he couldn’t hide his amazement.

As a man, it was impossible not to marvel in such a situation.

He had seen glimpses of her thighs when her skirt rode up, but this was the first time he saw her bare buttocks.

As he had felt then, they boasted an impossibly beautiful shape.

Perhaps because Eloa herself wasn’t very tall, they weren’t particularly large.

If Siwoo spread his palm wide, he could almost certainly grasp them.

But beyond that, there was a concentrated allure.

First, the unique elasticity and healthiness of a trained body were palpable.

Moreover, sweat from the post-exercise heat made her skin glisten moistly, adding to her desirability.

A Witch’s sweat doesn’t carry the usual stale, pungent odor.

Instead, a Fragrance-like body scent, dizzying and intoxicating, once again numbed his mind.

“Ugh… ugh…”

Feeling the prickly gaze from behind, Eloa let out an unknowing moan.

In this position, experience told her that everything would be visible to him.

From Siwoo’s first-person perspective, he had seen Periwinkle’s doggy-style position before.

Below the tautly pressed buttocks, tightly closed Labia without a single stray hair would be visible.

If he were to spread her buttocks even slightly, her shyly twitching anus would also come into view.

No matter how much she justified it as for the sake of justice, the heart of a virgin facing her first experience was unfamiliar, fearful, and shameful.

Eloa’s emotions manifested as physical reactions.

Her body, flushed as if drunk, turned her firm, plump buttocks bright red.

The color and shape were like a peach hiding sweet flesh.

Her ears, turned crimson enough not to be hidden even by her pink hair, were unbearably adorable.

To Siwoo, already at peak excitement, she was no longer his beloved Master Tiferet.

She was merely an innocent girl begging with her buttocks bared before him, pleading to be taken.

“I’m going to put it in.”

Instead of answering, Eloa slightly raised her head and saw Siwoo’s member, already out of his pants.

Seeing it in person, it was far more enormous than she had imagined.

Startled by the imposing sight of the rigid, veiny thing, she turned forward again.

“…Please.”

Hiding her astonishment, she slowly nodded.

With trembling emotions, Siwoo grabbed one of Eloa’s buttocks and rubbed the Glans against her entrance.

Unlike her buttocks, slightly cooled as the sweat dried, a faint warmth emanated from Eloa’s Boji, tightly closed in a straight line.

“Hik! Hik… ugh…!”

As Siwoo’s Glans rubbed against her Labia.

Each time the firm shaft of flesh brushed against her clitoris, where she could feel a throbbing pulse, Eloa held her breath.

Truthfully, there was still a severe lack of lubrication.

Eloa and Siwoo had only shared a few kisses.

Especially for a first experience, it would be better to put more effort into sufficient foreplay.

But Siwoo didn’t have that much patience left.

Prying open the Boji, where the pink inner flesh was barely visible because it was so tightly closed.

He slowly began pushing the Glans into the Boji entrance, which seemed barely wide enough for a finger.

Author’s Note (Afterword)

Life is full of ups and downs; until early-mid this year, it was filled with nothing but sad events,

But lately, for some reason, only good things have been happening.

See you again at 12 o’clock with another chapter.