City of Witches Chapter 279

The lavish course meal Eloa had prepared with all her might filled the entire kitchen table of the officetel.

The two thoroughly enjoyed the party.

No need to fret over a public enemy plotting something, no need to worry about the suddenly vanished Homunculus, no anxiety over suspicious and ominous hexagrams—just peace.

For Eloa in particular, such mental and physical peace had been a long time coming, so she gladly downed the drinks Siwoo offered her.

After the meal, they moved the drinking setup to the living room to avoid the cluttered dining table for round two.

They had grabbed a pile of snacks like cheese and salami from the corner of the grocery section, but nearly half of it was already gone.

Just the empty whiskey bottles rolling around numbered five.

“Huuuuum…”

Relieved of her mental burdens by the sharp blessing of alcohol, Eloa smiled contentedly and leaned back on the sofa.

In truth, if asked whether she was comfortable or uncomfortable, she fell into the latter category.

Due to the price of the last contract, her body was creaking all over.

Tiny blood vessels had burst everywhere, covering her entire body in blue bruises, and even her usually hypersensitive Sensory Field and eyesight were impaired.

And… though it was something she couldn’t tell others, she had been quite violently plucked, leaving a dull ache in her lower abdomen, so to speak.

“Are you tired?”

“Tired? What nonsense? To enjoy such a celebratory day, one must drink until they collapse from exhaustion.”

Perhaps because she was properly drunk, Eloa’s voice was higher and slightly slurred compared to usual.

She was someone who rarely showed signs of being drunk even after drinking quite a bit, but now her face was flushed red, making her look as if she were wearing makeup.

Her eyes also seemed half-closed.

“Pour me another glass.”

“You’re still not feeling well, and you want more here?”

“No problem, no problem.”

Well, being a Witch, she wouldn’t die suddenly from acute alcohol poisoning… but even as he poured the drink as instructed, Siwoo wondered if this was okay.

However, since he had never seen the Master this cheerful before, Siwoo filled Eloa’s wobbling glass to the brim.

Eloa, saying “You have one too,” poured whiskey into Siwoo’s glass as well.

With the clinking of glasses—who knows how many times it had been tonight—they politely turned their heads and drank.

-Gulp gulp

While Siwoo took a small sip and set his glass down, Eloa downed her nearly full glass of whiskey in one shot.

That’s an on-the-rocks glass…

Was whiskey ever meant to be drunk like that in the first place?

Just as he was marveling at the bizarre spectacle no matter how many times he saw it,

Eloa wiped her lips with her pajama sleeve and tilted her head left and right.

She kept her eyes tightly shut for a while before opening them blearily and looking at Siwoo.

“Siwoo.”

“Yes, Master.”

Eloa suddenly called his name.

But despite Siwoo’s response, Eloa said nothing.

Instead, she silently gazed at Siwoo before turning her head away.

“Master? Did you have something to say?”

“…It’s nothing. I just thought it’s about time we should sleep.”

“Then I’ll clean up the drinking setup.”

As if he had expected this, Siwoo got up and began gathering the empty bottles scattered around.

After tidying up the sprawling mess of the drinking session, he moved to the bedroom and laid out the bedding.

For some time now, the two had been living with two beds brought into Siwoo’s room, placed a comfortable distance apart.

After hearing Siwoo’s ominous hexagram, Eloa had stayed by his side just in case of any unforeseen events.

Which meant that now that the crisis had passed, there was no need to sleep in the same room.

However, there hadn’t been time to move the beds, and the two had grown accustomed to sleeping in the same room, so Eloa followed Siwoo into the room without a word.

“I’ve tidied everything up.”

“Thank you.”

Eloa staggered over and flopped face-down onto the bed.

“Master, that’s my bed?”

“…….”

No answer.

It seemed she had passed out right then and there.

Despite appearing fine on the outside, she wasn’t in a normal state.

After all, Eloa had suffered more than Siwoo in the rainwater tunnel, and she had drunk whiskey like a fish, so it made sense for her to collapse like that.

But he couldn’t just leave her like that.

Sleeping in someone else’s bed was one thing, but the Master had thrown herself onto the bed as if diving, lying sprawled out.

It was hardly a posture for a good night’s sleep.

Her cute feet were sticking out diagonally from the side of the bed, and her face was buried in the blanket, making it look incredibly uncomfortable.

“Master, are you going to sleep like this? Let’s get you a bit more comfortable.”

“Hmm… mmm…”

When called, she only mumbled, giving no proper response.

“No choice, then.”

Siwoo intended to lay her down properly, give her a pillow, and cover her with a blanket, but the moment his hand was about to touch Eloa’s body, he hesitated.

In truth, Siwoo’s mind still held memories of that time.

The master-disciple sex carried out under the pretext of supplying magic power in the rainwater tunnel.

Eloa had unexpectedly made him smell the Witch’s body scent to seduce him, and Siwoo had pounced on her.

And like a beast, fiercely at that.

Though Siwoo didn’t have a clear understanding of taboos between master and disciple like Eloa did, it was also true that he couldn’t treat her as casually as before.

The way she, who always looked at him with a benevolent expression, had worn a desperate, melting expression with tears welling in her eyes.

The way her solemn voice had transformed into sweet moans.

The fresh body scent.

And above all, the sensation of her hot flesh that seemed to grip his hands tightly and the perfectly shaped peach-like buttocks.

Especially the last one had left such a deep impression that even seeing peaches in the fruit section tonight nearly made him erect.

Even though it was an emergency and for the purpose of recruitment, expecting him to act as nonchalantly as close friends who casually hooked up after a night of drinking, having gone through such an experience, was impossible for Siwoo.

Hadn’t he been subtly keeping his distance throughout the drinking session today?

Eloa, who usually naturally patted Siwoo’s head or gave him light hugs, was subtly avoiding such actions, which was one of the reasons Siwoo felt particularly conscious.

“Still, it’s for your comfort.”Siwoo hesitated for a moment before lightly gripping Eloa’s shoulder.

He was startled by the firm, springy texture of her skin, which he could feel even through her pajamas.

Perhaps because alcohol had rushed to his head, it felt unusually warm.

Just like when he had held her in his arms.

“……”

His throat felt parched, as if he were stealing something, and he swallowed dryly.

The thin pajama bottoms that clearly revealed the line of her panties, the prominently firm buttocks, and the slightly exposed bare skin due to the lifted pajama top—his mind kept registering it in strange ways.

“Ugh…”

Feeling a sense of self-disgust, Siwoo grunted as he lifted Eloa.

He lifted her effortlessly and, as originally intended, laid her down properly and even tucked her in with the blanket.

“I must be out of my mind.”

It was because he was drunk.

It was because of the extraordinary events he had experienced not long ago.

After desperately rationalizing, Siwoo plopped down on the bed Eloa had originally been using and fell asleep.

As Siwoo’s snoring began to be heard, a rustling presence came from the bed across the room.

“Phew…”

Eloa, who had been pretending to be dead asleep, opened her eyes slightly to confirm that Siwoo was soundly asleep, and only then let out a long sigh.

Feeling the breath tingling on the back of her hand, which smelled strongly of alcohol, she leaned back against the headboard of the bed.

Since she had taken a long nap with Siwoo for nearly half a day yesterday, the sleep time required as the price of the contract was already sufficient.

Thus, Eloa had been fully conscious from start to finish and hadn’t fallen asleep at all.

Even up to the moment Siwoo lifted her and properly laid her on the bed.

“Why did I do that…?”

Eloa was lost in doubt.

A question she posed to no one but herself.

Why did she pretend to be asleep?

Everything has a cause and effect.

However, when various causes are intricately intertwined, it often takes a long time to find the real reason.

Her heart was in turmoil.

The feeling that she was constantly glossing over something important wouldn’t easily fade.

“……”

Eloa gazed at Siwoo, who was sleeping so soundly that he wouldn’t even notice if she carried him away.

Shin Siwoo, her lovely and proud disciple who had supported her when she was crumbling, who had guided her, trapped only in guilt, toward the light.

Suddenly, her chest ached.

She had committed a sin not long ago.

Without asking for his consent, she had unilaterally seduced him and entwined her body with his.

No, saying they “entwined their bodies” was a very polite expression.

To be more precise, they had intercourse.

The fact that it was an unavoidable situation was no excuse.

After all, she had ignored his will and forced sex upon him.

If it were according to Eloa’s stubborn and rigid way of thinking, she should have apologized long ago… but.

“Ugh…”

She simply couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Even if the situation had been what it was, even if she would have made the same choice if she went back.

Just thinking about the disgraceful sight she had shown Siwoo at that time made her face burn so hot it felt like it would burst, and she couldn’t speak properly.

On the other hand, Siwoo seemed intent on sweeping the matter under the rug.

He didn’t bring it up first, and he treated Eloa no differently than usual.

Or was he waiting for Eloa to apologize first?

Could it be that he was waiting for his incompetent teacher to muster the courage, but she was mistakenly thinking he just wanted to brush it aside?

Anyway, such arrogant thoughts came to mind.

“Ah…”

Eloa let out a low sigh.

She finally felt she understood, just a little, why she had pretended to be asleep.

Since Siwoo hadn’t approached Eloa first, and the opposite was also true, she had created a situation where he had no choice but to touch her body, to test his reaction.

Of course, Siwoo had hesitated briefly, but he had laid Eloa down comfortably without any strange behavior.

Just like when she had bared her chest in front of him before.

It was truly shallow, and perhaps because of that, it was a futile endeavor with no gain.

Anyway, to add more.

Even if she tried to act like a proper teacher and calmly move on, the intense memories of that day would overwhelm her.

Yet, if she just moved on like this, it wouldn’t be morally right, and she was afraid of disappointing Siwoo.

Eloa, who had been sighing as if the bed would collapse, got up from her spot.

Right there, she could see Siwoo sleeping, having kicked off the blanket.

Eloa unnecessarily got up and sat down beside him.

Perhaps because it was a good mattress, Eloa sat down comfortably without any shaking.

“Hehe…”

Despite her complicated feelings, seeing his face sleeping like a child brought a smile to her lips.

Was it like an unconditional reflex, like tapping a knee to make the leg rise?

Perhaps this feeling was the natural affection a teacher feels for a beloved disciple.

“Hmm…”

Eloa slowly stroked Siwoo’s hair before shifting her gaze.

Coincidentally, at the end of it lay his rough lips.

The lips that had overlapped with Eloa’s last time, the coarse lips that had roughly exchanged breaths with her.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Eloa’s heart began to pound.

If what she felt while looking at Siwoo just now was a natural emotion felt when looking at a disciple…

What was this?

Her loosely parted thighs suddenly tensed up, and the alcohol made her body feel hot all over again.

She really had kissed Siwoo, hadn’t she? She had presented her buttocks like a mating female in front of him and ultimately received his hot seed…

The revived memories coiled around Eloa’s heart and body simultaneously, like a snake.

The heat she couldn’t have known just by observing, the sense of unity as if becoming one, the ecstatic pleasure of melting away while entrusting everything to his rough touch.

Eloa’s gaze flickered toward Siwoo’s crotch.

It was an instinctive gaze following the flow of her thoughts.

Of course, he was clothed, but the outline of that magnificent thing still flaunted its presence even through the fabric.

“That… inside my body…”

A hot breath escaped through Eloa’s lips, which had unknowingly parted slightly.

Even though it had happened quite some time ago, the intense sensation, as if engraved on her body, threatened to rise up again.

Slap!

Eloa raised both hands and slapped her cheeks as hard as she could.

What was she thinking?

“How utterly disgraceful…”

It was a thought she shouldn’t have.

A teacher harboring lustful thoughts toward her disciple!

Just because she had crossed a line once didn’t mean it had become a boundary she could freely cross back and forth.

She must have been drunk and lost her mind.

Eloa abruptly stood up and headed to the bathroom.

That night, Eloa had to spend a long time rubbing herself with cold water to calm down an inexplicable heat.