City of Witches Chapter 3

Amelia began grading the twins' assignments, flipping through the pages with a rustling sound as she started making corrections.

Though she read at a speed that made one wonder if she was even properly looking, her ruby-adorned red quill pen mercilessly scribbled over any part that seemed even slightly off.

For that moment, the gazes of both sisters were fixed on Amelia.

In Siwoo's view, apprentice witches were the epitome of a witch's obsession and madness toward Magic.

The Witch of Creation, who created something from nothing.

All witches lived to reach her level of Magic, which was akin to the realm of the divine.

As evidenced by Amelia, who boasted a youthful appearance even after 150 years, witches lived eternally once their Brand was engraved.

However, eternal life did not grant everyone infinite growth.

Some were blocked by insurmountable walls, while others stagnated, mired in perpetual inertia.

After centuries of repeated failures, even the most stubborn witches eventually conceded.

That no individual achievement could ever match the accomplishments of the Witch of Creation.

Sensible people would have given up by this point, but witches were far from sensible beings.

Thus, they made a decision.

If one lifetime couldn't catch up to such a feat, they would repeat it—again, and again, and again.

They would pass down their research to beings with entirely different ways of thinking and talents, ensuring the research continued.

The Magic Research that witches dedicated themselves to over centuries, across generations.

The essence of that research was encapsulated in the Witch's Brand.

And those who accepted the Brand and prepared to carry the research into the next generation were apprentice witches like Odile Odette.

Witches did not merely disregard the lives of others.

Even their own lives were nothing more than tools to perfect their Magic.

The grading was finished.

"Take them back."

Amelia returned both assignments in less than fifteen minutes.

She didn't assign scores.

It was because of Amelia's firm belief that Magic, as a discipline, could not be quantified by scores.

"As I always say, my corrections are merely one possibility. Don't accept them as-is; constantly reflect and question them."

""Yes, Professor!""

Even the strict Amelia was quite an impressive professor when she stood at the lectern.

Though she usually nitpicked Siwoo at every turn, during her classes, she always acknowledged the possibility of paths other than her own.

Considering how fiercely proud witches were of their Magic, this was a remarkably flexible stance.

The twins, having retrieved their assignments, eagerly checked Amelia's corrections as if they were in a competition. The sound of pages flipping rapidly.

Judging by their speed, they clearly weren't reading properly.

No matter how talented the two girls were, they were mere novices compared to Amelia, a seasoned witch.

"Seventy-one. How many do you have, Odette?"

"I have fifty-nine. Looks like I won today, sis!"

"Don't lie! There's no way the difference is that big!"

Odette wore a triumphant expression, while Odil, looking disbelieving, snatched Odette's report.

"You can't just count the numbers! Look, only one line of mine was revised, but an entire paragraph of yours was changed. Here, and here too."

"You were the one who suggested we compete based on the number of corrections!"

Suddenly, a petty squabble erupted between them, and Amelia's fingers were seen twitching.

She looked as if she were desperately searching for a cigarette.

But Amelia did not smoke in the classroom.

Instead, she rapped the table to put an end to the girls' trivial argument.

"Quiet, please."

"Ah! Sorry. Odette, it's your fault!"

"Sorry, Professor... Our sister is a bit immature."

Amelia waited without further comment for the chaotic atmosphere to settle.

Then, without any additional remarks about the assignments, she immediately began the lesson.

"Before we dive into the main lesson, I have a question. Can men possess magic power?"

Amelia always began her lessons with a question like this.

Odil and Odette, looking puzzled, chattered their thoughts separately.

"No, that's why witches are only women, right?"

"I think so too."

"To put it simply, men do possess magic power. Then why can't men inherit a Brand?"

As soon as the topic of men came up, the twins grew even more intrigued and immersed themselves in Amelia's lecture.

"Isn't it because they're stupid?"

"Ah! That wasn't meant for Assistant Siwoo."

The twins giggled, while Siwoo maintained an indifferent expression.

Still, Amelia's lecture itself was interesting.

As a high-ranking witch, she clearly pinpointed the key points and essentials.

"As many myths depict, the womb that nurtures the world belongs to a goddess. The symbols and systems that have persisted throughout history naturally project onto Magic. Magic is both a tangible entity of magic power and a collection of conceptual symbol systems.

Men can give life but cannot nurture it within themselves. Similarly, unlike women, they can generate magic power within their bodies but cannot possess a Brand that nurtures magic power."

Odil and Odette nodded in unison, as if they understood.

"However, that doesn't mean men can be completely excluded from Magic Research. If we witches could manifest magic power directly within our bodies, it would be a revolutionary discovery that could overturn the metrics of magic power theory."

"So, is this lesson about the manifestation of magic power?"

"Yes. To do that, we first need to examine the correlation between male bodily fluids and magic power. Anything beyond that is too advanced for your level."

Siwoo felt the inevitable had arrived. Amelia commanded in a voice devoid of any emotion.

"Assistant, undress."

"Yes."

The time for humiliation had come.

In truth, though called an assistant, Siwoo's role in class was no different from teaching material.

Teaching material that had to endure curious gazes while being exposed down to his genitals, no less.As Siwoo removed his lab coat, his naked body was revealed. The garment was so flimsy it took less than five seconds to take off. It was designed to be easily removed in the first place.

"Wow...."

"Oh...."

Even though they had seen it several times before, the Twins scanned Siwoo's naked body with sparkling eyes.

For the sisters who had grown up in a cage-like environment since birth to become Witches, this was essentially their one and only sex education class.

It was the body of an adult man—not particularly flabby, but not heavily muscular either.

Only his heavy package was impressively large enough to be shown off anywhere.

And that was even when he wasn't erect.

Fortunately, there was no back-and-forth commentary about the size.

"It's always so smooth and shiny."

Not a single strand of body hair remained on Siwoo's body.

This was because whenever he was used as teaching material like this, he was made to soak in a tub filled with a strange liquid to remove all body hair, ensuring clear visual identification.

Siwoo cooperated with the experiment, head bowed and hands clasped behind his back.

After all, even if he argued for the human rights of an Experimental Subject, there was no one who would listen. They were the type to say he should be grateful they left his head hair alone.

"Focus, and don't let your mind wander elsewhere."

Was it because of all the things Takasho had said to her today?

Amelia's cheeks, which Siwoo had always thought were expressionless, seemed to be tinged with a faint blush.

"Males can manifest magic power through their own will, but the most intense generation of magic power occurs precisely during ejaculation. It's easily detectable, even without precise observation equipment."

Amelia lifted Siwoo's limp member with a thin, long pointer.

She was handling another man's cock as if it were a piece of cabbage.

"The occurrence of magic power is closely related to mental elevation. And the act of 'spreading seed,' ingrained in male instinct, triggers an instinctive elevation. Today, we'll observe that with the naked eye."

Though she spoke in difficult terms, what he ultimately had to do was simple.

It meant he had to masturbate publicly until he ejaculated. A true pervert like Takasho would probably love it, but Siwoo was not.

On the first day when they collected his cum under the pretext of making a Magic potion, Siwoo was consumed by self-loathing and couldn't sleep properly for a week.

Amelia placed a silver pendulum and a chalkboard on the table.

First, she used chalk to swiftly draw a Magic Circle on the black chalkboard.

The chalk she held was no ordinary chalk.

It was a mana-chalk made for drawing Magic Circles, created by mixing limestone powder with gold dust to enhance magic conduction and special reagents.

Naturally, it was a high-priced item Siwoo couldn't even dream of affording—that tiny thing far exceeded his annual salary.

The once pitch-black chalkboard was instantly filled with Rune Characters, geometric shapes, and lines.

Amelia, who drew perfectly straight lines and curves as if measured with a ruler, placed the pendulum hanging from a tripod over the completed Magic Circle.

"It's a very simple Magic Circle that can detect the occurrence of magic power. You can understand its structure just by looking, right?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Shall we proceed to induce ejaculation now?"

Even to Siwoo, the Magic Circle didn't seem particularly complex. In that case, there was no way the sisters wouldn't understand it.

With this structure, the pendulum would begin vibrating toward the direction where magic power occurred the moment it was generated externally.

And the amplitude of the pendulum's motion would be determined by the magnitude of the generated magic power.

As expected, the Twins only glanced at the Magic Circle and offered no particular comments.

They seemed eager to see the scene of an outsider's cum erupting.

He let go of everything.

A sense of calm settled over his chaotic mind.

Ah, fuck it. I've been so stressed I haven't even been able to jerk off lately. Might as well relieve some pressure for once.

Thinking this, he waited for Amelia's signal.

Once she gave the cue, he would have to start masturbating in front of no less than three women.

"Yes, but we'll proceed differently from the experiments so far."

"Eek!"

A sudden pale hand reached out.

Amelia, who had rolled up her sleeves, directly grabbed Siwoo's member.

Ignoring Siwoo's bewilderment, Amelia silently fondled his still-soft cock.

"Until now, we induced ejaculation through the masturbation of the caretaker—no, Assistant Shin Siwoo. But today, I will demonstrate a method to directly induce ejaculation."

"Can we try it too?"

"I want to try it too!"

The Twins exclaimed with excitement as if they were about to die of curiosity, leaning forward as if ready to vault over the desk.

Siwoo was dumbfounded. Regardless, he felt blood rushing to his lower abdomen from Amelia's subtle touch.

"First, observe my demonstration."

"U-um, Associate Professor Amelia...?"

Siwoo had learned to remain silent in the face of considerable absurdity.

But even for him, Amelia's sudden action was unexpected.

Her sky-blue eyes met Siwoo's gaze.

They were eyes that seemed indifferent as usual, yet held a faint, unidentifiable emotion deep within.

"Is there a problem?"

"I-I can do it by myself."

"That's for me to decide."

With those words, Amelia dismissed his objection, and her hand slowly began to move.