City of Witches Chapter 30

Sometimes reason and instinct move in completely opposite directions.

Like when you know you should look elsewhere, but simply can't tear your eyes away—exactly like this moment.

Late at night, in a dimly lit guest room.

Sophia, having undone her robe, is brazenly exposing her chest.

There's no shame or embarrassment in her movements.

With the relaxed posture and expression of someone who takes pride in her body and possesses flawless confidence, she leisurely enjoys Siwoo's gaze.

Could the expression "bursting breasts" ever be more fitting?

It was as if two melons had been halved and placed on her chest.

Looking at the neat pink nipples and the massive yet perfectly shaped, unsagging breasts, one could tell Sophia was indeed a descendant of Witches.

"How is it?"

"B-big."

"And?"

"They're beautiful."

Truthfully, "#big breasts" wasn't in Siwoo's preference category.

Even when watching adult videos with actresses bouncing large chests, two thoughts always disrupted his immersion.

One was the practical question: 'Would I ever actually meet a woman with breasts that big?'

The other was an aesthetic issue: 'Big breasts do tend to sag a bit, which is kinda gross.'

But now, right before his eyes, was a real-life specimen that negated all those interfering factors.

"Really beautiful?"

Sophia grinned and boldly took a step.

Her path was a straight line.

She walked directly toward Siwoo.

Her leisurely, almost strolling gait made her long, lavender hair, which fell past her hips, sway from side to side.

Meanwhile, her heavy breasts also oscillated up and down, creating waves.

That bewitching, morphing motion was so captivating that Siwoo couldn't blink for a second.

Seductress.

This word must have been created precisely for Sophia.

Sophia stopped right in front of Siwoo's nose, her hands clasped behind her back.

It felt like an invitation to observe more carefully, but with superhuman patience, Siwoo closed his eyes.

"Why are you closing your eyes?"

"...I'm sorry."

"Are you shy? It's been a while since I've seen a man whose lack of experience is so obvious."

Sophia whispered sweetly, like a lewd ASMR.

A sweet, milky scent wafted from Sophia.

The thing that had already hardened twice today—once because of Larissa, once because of Amelia—twitched inside his newly bought underwear.

"Come here."

Sophia pulled Siwoo's wrist.

Then they sat side by side on the bed, just like when they were talking earlier.

The difference from a moment ago was that their thighs were pressed so close they were touching.

And if he shifted his gaze even slightly, a large, pale, bare breast would enter his field of vision.

"If I asked you to attend to me tonight, would you refuse?"

Sophia, resting her chin on Siwoo's shoulder, whispered softly.

A slender, pretty hand was already resting on his thigh.

"No, I wouldn't."

"Why?"

"Because it's your command, Lady Sophia."

"Is that the truth? Really?"

The hand Sophia had on his thigh began to slowly creep upward.

Her hand was precisely on the inner part of his thigh.

It was so close that moving just 1cm more would have it touching his cock.

"It's okay to be honest. I owe you a debt, you know. Even if you handle me a bit forcefully tonight, I'll forgive you."

"Forcefully?"

"Yeah. You could blindfold me and spank my butt. Or grab my breasts tight and insult me, calling me a lewd Witch bitch."

"Ugh."

Sophia's words played a vivid video in Siwoo's mind.

She was saying he could knead those large breasts to his heart's content and treat a Witch like a maid.

"Tonight, I'm the slave, and Siwoo is the master. I can even do this..."

By now, she was calling him familiarly by his name and trailing off her words as if embarrassed, but that couldn't be true.

In this dynamic, the one clearly being devoured was Siwoo.

"Is refusing night service really just because it's a command?"

"...No."

"Then why?"

"Because you are beautiful, Lady Sophia."

Liking pretty women is a man's instinct.

Even as a slave, that didn't change.

"Then why did you refuse Amelia's proposal five years ago? Didn't Amelia look pretty to you?"

Why was this topic coming up now?

Siwoo looked back at Sophia, who was pressed tightly against him, with a puzzled gaze.

Her face was resting right above his shoulder, so their lips almost touched.

"If you're referring to the incident five years ago, there was a misunderstanding. Lady Amelia wasn't asking for night service; she was trying to recruit me as an assistant..."

"Yeah, I know that. But back then, you refused even though you thought it was for night service, right? I've always been curious."

Siwoo is not a eunuch.

He likes pretty women and desires sex normally.

The reason he refused Amelia's offer of night service back then was solely because, before being assigned to the Academy, the slave trader had filled his ears with all sorts of terrifying stories.

For some reason, the slave trader, probably out of sheer boredom, recounted gruesome tales of Witches in great detail to Siwoo, who sat dazed in shackles.

Thanks to that, from the moment he was sold to the city hall, his fear of Witches had peaked at MAX, and consequently, he refused Amelia's offer.

Flustered and out of his mind, he had reflexively refused, driven by an instinctual cry that he must not go.

Of course, afterward, he had completely forgotten he'd even received such a proposal.

Upon hearing Siwoo's explanation, Sophia pfft and sprayed spit on Siwoo's cheek.

"Haha! Ah, sorry... It's just, such an unexpected answer."

After laughing heartily for a while, Sophia carefully wiped the spit from Siwoo's bewildered face.

"You're such a scaredy-cat and a fool. Now I get it a bit; you're similar to Amelia."

Sophia, who tried to link everything to Amelia.

She looked at Siwoo, her face still lit with laughter.

"Well, now you know Amelia isn't such a scary Witch, right? If she asked for night service, would you do it?"

At Sophia's question, Siwoo reflexively recalled.

Until just a few days ago, Siwoo's resentment toward Amelia had reached its peak.

It was because the reason she had been so persistently difficult all this time was more petty than he'd thought.

But Amelia had been changing, little by little.

You could tell just by looking at her recent behavior.While attempting a strange method of conversation, she had unnecessarily packed chicken skewers for him, and granted Siwoo's request by showing leniency toward the slave.

It was true that Amelia wasn't as detestable as before—when someone you don't expect to be kind treats you well, it creates an effect that exceeds expectations.

However, when he actually imagined Amelia trying to seduce him, he couldn't definitively say whether he would respond to it.

The lingering resentment hadn't completely disappeared yet...

"........"

As Siwoo's face grew contemplative for some reason, Sophia spoke.

"Sorry, sorry. I came here saying I'd give you a gift, but I ended up spouting nothing but strange talk."

"Not at all. I enjoyed it too."

"Oh my, talking as if it's all over? You haven't even taken one step back yet. You said you'd serve me at night."

"That's..."

"Since Siwoo is a virgin and probably can't speak honestly, I'll help a bit. Want to close your eyes?"

Suddenly, eyes?

Even as he thought that, when he gently closed his eyes, something soft overlapped with his lips.

As someone with experience, Siwoo could quickly discern what it was.

Skillfully creeping into his mouth and tightly binding his tongue—it was Sophia's tongue.

A sticky yet sweet saliva flowed in, and lips much thicker and chewier than Odil's rubbed against his in a pleasant way.

"Umph!"

The kiss was brief.

Because Sophia's body, which had entered in a flash, had already pulled away.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels... good. Well, yeah..."

There's no way he could dislike kissing such a beauty.

But three seconds later, it became clear that Sophia's question wasn't merely about the kiss.

A dizzying vertigo, like downing a shot of soju in one go.

Instantly, his heart began pounding thump-thump, and he felt that blood rushing straight to his lower body.

"Feels good, right? My saliva contains an aphrodisiac."

"What are you talking about... Ugh..!"

His fully erect cock, already hard, began to ache.

"I'm the 'Beast Witch,' after all. It's one of the Magnetic Magic spells created to make breeding familiars easier."

His mind grew hazy.

In contrast, his vision, as if stimulated by a wakefulness agent, clearly etched Sophia's body into his eyes.

He could see everything, even things that were invisible in the dark.

"Come on, stop being stubborn. Try touching this."

Sophia straddled Siwoo's lap, whose mouth was agape.

Then, as if acting coquettishly, she gathered her breasts with her arms and shook them gently.

The beautifully gathered cleavage like well-risen bread dough and the nipples standing proudly toward the sky.

"You wanted to touch them honestly, right?"

Sophia's secret urging.

She guided Siwoo's hand and placed it on her breast.

Amelia's also had excellent texture, but compared to Sophia's, they felt somewhat lacking.

It's hard to describe—overwhelming softness rather than bouncy elasticity.

The full, weighty sensation felt even from a slight lift surpassed even Larissa's breasts he had touched before.

"Good, good. That's a good boy?"

Sophia, enjoying his touch while stroking Siwoo's head as if soothing a baby.

It's a touch more like handling a cute puppy than dealing with a man.

"It tickles~ You can squeeze it tighter, you know."

Feeling his throat parched, Siwoo squeezed Sophia's breast more firmly.

This isn't a texture of this world.

If he could keep feeling like this, he felt he could submit to her for life just by touching Sophia's breasts.

Though he wasn't sure if even this was an effect of the Magic.

"Now, want to suck the nipple?"

Sophia lifted her breast and brought it right to Siwoo's mouth.

The aphrodisiac's effect was excellent.

Without a moment's delay, Siwoo took Sophia's breast into his mouth.

"Haaang!"

Sophia's sweet moan.

Siwoo rubbed his cheek against the plump breasts and sucked the nipple vigorously.

"That won't do, you need to take your time, rolling it with your tongue and sucking slowly."

Instinctively, he followed her words.

Siwoo made more effort to be calm and composed, rolling Sophia's nipple with his tongue as he sucked.

"Haa, yes... This is how you make a woman feel good. Understand?"

"Yes...."

Siwoo answered in a dazed voice.

"Now, get up. Let's take off your pants."

Sophia, rising from Siwoo's lap, pulled down the pants of Siwoo, who was standing dazedly.

Simultaneously, a large cock standing tall, dripping pre-cum, sprang up like a spring.

"It's huge."

Sophia nodded meaningfully.

"The more you have something like this, the better you need to handle women. It hurts if you just go at it. Understand? Like you learned earlier, you need to gently caress from the breasts. Don't forget."

"Yes, Lady Sophia."

Not understanding why Sophia was saying this, Siwoo nodded.

The effect of the aphrodisiac Sophia favored was truly excellent.

"Now, then, let's end the lesson here and give you your gift."

Saying that, Sophia knelt at Siwoo's feet.