City of Witches Chapter 298

Eloa, who had arrived at the mansion before Siwoo, exchanged a brief conversation with Count Albireo.

It wasn't particularly meaningful, just a welcome greeting asking her to make herself at home, so it didn't take long.

To begin with, Duke Tiferet and Countess Gemernai were not personally close outside of business matters.

Especially compared to Deneb, who at least had a human touch, Albireo was extremely pragmatic and not the type Eloa could easily befriend.

Then again, with that kind of capability and disposition, it was no wonder he had built a business empire in less than a hundred years, large enough to be called the 'Kingdom of Gemernai.'

"Hmm, hmmmm~ Mmmmm~ ♪"

The sunlight was lovely.

And her mood happened to be excellent.

Thinking it would be nice to stroll through the beautiful count's garden, Eloa hummed an off-key tune as she wandered around.

The garden's splendor was beyond words, as its magnificence is one of the measures for evaluating a mansion's beauty.

Flowers in every color of the rainbow proudly displayed themselves, oblivious to the seasons.

Each tree was meticulously trimmed as if shaped by a gardener's hand.

Not a single fallen leaf floated in the fountains placed here and there, spraying cool water.

"It would be even better with a drink while walking…."

Eloa, enjoying the refined atmosphere, even entertained the fleeting thought of going back to fetch a bottle of wine right then.

As she walked on the lawn, cut as evenly as a carpet, she spotted a splendid guest house.

Compared to the main residence, which housed dozens of live-in servants, its exterior maintenance seemed somewhat lacking.

Even so, it was a larger and more spacious guest house than the home Eloa had shared with Raphi.

There were probably several such guest houses scattered across the vast estate grounds.

Normally, Eloa would have passed by without a second thought, but perhaps because she was in such high spirits?

It didn't seem like a bad idea to take a look around the guest house.

Eloa circled the guest house with buoyant steps.

It was big.

Even excluding the attic with its slanted ceiling, it looked to be at least three stories, and inside the fence were another garden and fountain.

Should she ask to stay here while she recovers?

Eloa had been receiving VIP treatment after selling the inheritance and magical tools from the hunted Homunculus to the Zemnarai family at a bargain price, so the Count would likely grant such a request readily.

Siwoo would probably like it too.

Thinking of living together with Siwoo without any particular ceremony, Eloa nodded her head in satisfaction.

"Hmm… In that case, I should look around a bit more."

Eloa quietly opened the front door and stepped inside.

If she were living alone, it might not matter, but since she planned to live with Siwoo, checking the room conditions and maintenance status was important.

Above all, the most crucial thing was the kitchen.

It was essential for cooking wonderful meals for Siwoo.

"Oh ho?"

Contrary to Eloa's worries, the guest house's maintenance was top-notch.

She had been concerned because the exterior showed slight signs of aging, but seeing the marble tiles shining dazzlingly from the lobby and the stair railings without a speck of dust made her worries seem unnecessary.

Now, where might the kitchen be…?

As she peeked around, dreaming of a peaceful master-disciple life with Siwoo, a certain presence crept into Eloa's ears.

Though some of her senses were diminished as the price of the contract, she was still Tiferet, whose five senses far surpassed those of an ordinary Witch.

Eloa, standing by the stair railing about to go up to the second floor, sensed the presence and the sound of faint conversation causing the silver-plated railing to hum faintly.

She hadn't received permission to enter, and there were people inside.

In other words, it was trespassing and a breach of etiquette.

Eloa's body, which would normally have quietly closed the door and left, stiffened with a jolt.

Because the vibration felt strangely, intensely familiar.

"Ah."

Siwoo was inside.

Eloa realized.

The vibration she felt in her hand now.

Its pattern was similar to the vibration of the sofa springs when his voice resonated during their late-night talks over drinks.

For a superhuman like Eloa, such a thing was not difficult.

He had met the Twins and gone somewhere, and it seemed he was probably here catching up with them.

"Heh heh."

A smile etched itself onto Eloa's lips.

The thought of seeing his face again, even though they had just parted, made her feel happy.

Of course, she had no intention of barging in and interrupting their long-awaited reunion, so she planned to just quietly observe what they were up to and carefully climbed the stairs.

Reaching the second floor, she saw that all the doors were wide open for ventilation except for one, which was closed.

Up to this point, she hadn't heard any particular sounds.

Eloa walked on tiptoe, careful not to make any noise from her shoes.

And as the distance closed, what crept into her ears was…

'Haah… haah… haah….'

'Huhk… huhk… huhk….'

…Heavy breathing.

At that moment, a shiver ran down her spine, and Eloa's hair stood on end from the intuition and thrill.

The Eloa of before might have been puzzled but wouldn't have known what act was taking place inside.

But now, she could immediately infer what that sound was.

They were doing it.

The source of the sounds that had kept Eloa tossing and turning all night in the motel.

The act that Periwinkle and Siwoo might have engaged in last night,

The act that still tormented Eloa between guilt and anguish.

When she came to her senses, Eloa found herself standing dumbly in front of the door.

'Haaang…! Kyahung…! Si, Siwoo… Siwoo-ya…!'

Only now, being this close, could she hear it clearly.

The slapping sound of flesh colliding, the moans dripping with sweet pleasure, even the nasal sounds like a female cat in heat writhing.

The sounds were a duet created by Sharon and Siwoo.

I should leave.

I should leave.

I should leave.

Eloa's reason blinked incessantly, commanding her.

There was no need to even mention Eloa's upright character and morals.

Thinking rationally, it was only right to give them space.

But Eloa, as if nailed to the spot, gazed blankly at the door from which the sounds came.

-Thumpthumpthumpthump

Her heart was beating incredibly fast.

At some point, her breathing was passing through her mouth, not her nose, and her body felt hot as if she had a fever from a cold.

Siwoo was beyond this door.

In his raw, beast-like form, covering Evergreen as if to devour her.

'Good…! Goodgoodgood…! There… haaaaat…!'The voice of Sharon coming from behind the door echoed in Eloa's hollowed-out mind.

The scene of her and Siwoo entangled in the rainwater tunnel quickly overlapped.

The joy of becoming a woman for the first time in her life, which Eloa had felt then, tickled her body like a phantom pain.

I shouldn't be doing this.

I shouldn't be doing this.

Eloa held her breath and carefully crouched down.

If she crouched, there was a keyhole from which a sliver of light streamed.

It was extremely small, but if she looked through it, she could likely intuit the entire scene inside the room.

That thought was so intense that it even faintly dispersed the weak jealousy Eloa had felt last night.

Right.

This isn't peeping.

It's just monitoring to make sure Siwoo doesn't get too excited and do something bad.

Through the narrow gap of the keyhole, Eloa finally managed to glimpse all the acts unfolding inside the room.

The woman lying on the bed was Sharon Evergreen.

Her unique deep green hair was scattered all over the bed, and with an expression as if melting, she was becoming one with Siwoo.

"Hngk! Ugh...! Haaah...!"

Above her, as if forcibly pressing down on Sharon who lay on the bed with her legs spread wide...

Eloa's apprentice, Siwoo now naked, was moving his hips, showing off his bulging muscles.

Each time, Sharon's breasts, which maintained their pretty shape even while lying down, bounced up and down.

With her spread legs hooked over Siwoo's shoulders, she clutched and tore at the bedsheet with one hand, enraptured.

A scene of frenzy so intense she could feel the heat through the gap.

A massive cock, whose size could be guessed from its silhouette alone, soaked with love juice, repeatedly disappeared into and emerged from Sharon's body.

"Haaaah... Hold me.... Hold me.... Haaaa..."

Sharon, panting with a heated tone, spread the legs she had placed on Siwoo's shoulders and instead wrapped them around his waist.

Then, presenting her breasts as if offering a tribute, she spoke in a tone dripping with lewdness.

"Siwoo... Suck them... Suck my breasts..."

Siwoo, still inserted, leaned his upper body and took the tip of Sharon's excellent mammaries into his mouth.

Simultaneously, Sharon's waist lifted off the bed, forming an arch.

• Schlurp! Schlurp!

• Creak! Creak!

"Haaa...! Good...! Siwoo too... does Sharon's Boji feel good...?"

"Huff... huff...! Feels so good I could die."

The sound of love juice squelching stickily and the sound of saliva sucking at her breasts.

Sharon giggled bashfully and strung together lines to stimulate Siwoo.

The nasal voice, a perfect mix of moans and aegyo, was a bonus.

"You... I wanted to be... haaah... deliciously fucked by you.... I didn't even masturbate... hng... I was waiting.... Sharon's Boji... is a completely starved Boji.... Haaaah!"

Sharon's choice of stimulating words, going beyond mere physiological action to try and please Siwoo.

The mind-numbing aegyo of referring to herself in the third person as if she'd regressed to infancy was enough to leave Eloa dumbfounded.

"......"

Separately, Eloa's throat was gulping up and down.

Even though her mouth was bone dry, she kept swallowing saliva.

It was probably because the scene beyond the door reminded her of too many things.

Siwoo, who had fiercely pounced on her in the rainwater tunnel.

Back then, Siwoo must have explored her body with that same look in his eyes and expression.

"Tha, that... biting my breasts like that... only the weak spots... haaah... pounding deep... Sharon... can't do anything... Si, Siwoo... haaah!"

Sharon lightly pinched Siwoo's wrist.

Eloa had no way of knowing, but that was Sharon's subtle signal asking him to be rougher.

It was also an unspoken promise that had naturally formed between the two of them after months of intimacy.

Siwoo, who had been sucking her nipple until her breast took on a conical shape, immediately picked up on the signal.

He promptly answered Sharon in a rough voice.

"Can't do anything? What can't you do? While you're getting fucked like this."

"That's... haueut... that's... because Siwoo keeps biting Sharon... kyahang!"

"Shut up, you just need to squeeze my cock tight..."

Maybe because it had been a while, he couldn't gauge the intensity.

Wondering if he'd gone too far, Siwoo paused and looked at Sharon.

Sharon nodded her head vigorously.

It meant it was okay, to continue.

"...You cock-hungry bitch."

"Haaaah...!"

Eloa was in a state of continuous shock.

It hadn't been this rough even with Periwinkle.

The sight of Siwoo, who always seemed shy in speech and proper in demeanor, treating Sharon like an object and immersing himself in rough intercourse made her hands tremble.

And the sight of Sharon, receiving such rough treatment with her mouth half-open and panting, was also shocking in itself.

But...

"Ugh...!"

Eloa let out a small gasp, forgetting she shouldn't make a sound.

Fortunately, Siwoo and Sharon, engrossed in intercourse, didn't notice.

A prickling sensation spreading through her hands and feet, as if she'd been in the same position for a long time and then stood up.

The sensation of a hot flame blooming in her lower abdomen, as if her Brand was tingling.

She simultaneously realized the sensation of her underwear, faithfully covering her vulva, becoming subtly damp.

No way.

Eloa carefully slipped her hand inside her panties.

It can't be.

It can't be.

Repeating the denial, what clung to Eloa's fingertips as she refused reality...

It was transparent and slippery.

The sweet honey of love.

And at that very moment.

On the villa's terrace, behind the curtains, there were others peeking at Sharon and Siwoo's heated reunion sex.

"......"

"......"

Odil, chewing on the hem of her dress with a grinding motion, having turned the music box up to maximum volume.

And Odette.

Author's Note (Afterword)

A demonstration by a skilled trainer will be provided.