City of Witches Chapter 306

For Eloa, who had her tentacles fully alert, eavesdropping on the sounds from the next room was not a difficult task at all.

However, this was based on one assumption.

Namely, that Siwoo was not using the music box.

The music box Siwoo had received from Odil possessed excellent shielding capabilities.

A cutting-edge Stealth Artifact that erased not only the Wavelength of Magical Power, but also presence, sense of existence, and even sound.

Moreover, it wasn't hard to control, allowing easy adjustment of its range and intensity.

‘Hmm, smooch…’

‘Is this why you came?’

‘No~ I just came to talk… It's because you… keep looking at me with those lewd eyes….’

The sound of their tongues intertwining, not like a cannon firing.

The sound of clothes and bed sheets rubbing.

The sound of conversation.

These were things that could easily be blocked if one intended to block them.

But.

Eloa looked around.

Even if the music box created a barrier to block presence, it would have no effect if Eloa was inside its range.

However, after looking around, Eloa quickly realized.

There was no barrier field.

Contrary to Siwoo's words reassuring Sharon, who was worried about Tiferet being in the next room, by saying the music box was active.

The music box wasn't activated in the first place.

“…Ah.”

It felt as if the sound of glasswork shattering sharply into pieces echoed in her heart.

Immediately, the scattered fragments found their counterparts and assembled.

The series of clues from last night until today fit together like a puzzle.

Siwoo, who didn't stop having sex with Sharon even though he knew Eloa was watching—on the contrary, mixing their bodies even more fiercely.

This morning's sudden declaration.

And now, without the music box, of all places, starting sex right next door as if to show off.

Both the foreshadowing and the timing left no room for doubt.

Siwoo was trying to show Eloa his intercourse with Sharon once again.

Eloa was astonished.

Who would have thought that sincere Siwoo had such a side to him?

One could argue that roughness during the act is unavoidable when entering it due to excessive sexual excitement.

But judging from the overheard conversation, Siwoo was clearly sober now.

“Could it be….”

Was he doing this again to prove it really meant nothing, now that Eloa seemed bothered?

Even if so, it was truly unnecessary consideration.

She would have been much more grateful if he had just let it pass as if nothing happened, like after the intercourse in the rainwater tunnel.

“Could it be….”

Or perhaps really….

She didn't want to believe it, but perhaps really.

Did he have such a peculiar sexual preference and was fitting her into it?

While unable to grasp a clue amidst all sorts of random thoughts, stomping her feet restlessly.

Next door, the main act began.

The intense breathing and wet sounds coming from beyond a single wall.

The sound of flesh colliding and the bed creaking.

Though his intentions were utterly unknowable, what Siwoo was trying to show Eloa filled her ears completely.

“Hoo….”

Let's go.

There's nothing good about staying longer.

Tomorrow, I must definitely reprimand Siwoo.

I plan to state clearly that such thoughts are misguided and that such consideration is unnecessary again.

Unprecedented events piled up and piled up, leaving her only shaken.

Now was the time to set things right.

That's what Eloa's heart had already done, flinging the door open and stepping out with composed steps….

“…….”

Eloa was staring blankly at the wall from which the sounds were coming.

She was no longer ignorant about relationships between men and women.

Siwoo had taught her what becoming one meant, what the joy of becoming a woman was.

What emotions and sensations she felt when hot kisses were poured onto her secret parts.

What pleasure was evoked when held tightly by the waist and thrust into like a beast.

How ecstatic it was to have her delicate inner flesh thoroughly excavated by hot flesh and finally sown with hot seed.

Though it was a short time of barely 30 minutes, he had shown her a world she didn't know.

And now, behind this.

The act she couldn't shake off even for a day after those short 30 minutes was unfolding.

The sound coming through unfiltered was making her imagination take flight.

“Ah….”

Eloa let out a sigh.

The dizzying cries of passion that stimulated the imagination even more than seeing it directly.

Lewd moans came from behind the wall.

For a moment, she felt Siwoo's rough arm firmly grasping her waist.

She felt his rough breath tickling her earlobe.

Of course, it was a hallucination.

Eloa bit her lip hard.

Her heart pounded as if she had secretly stolen something.

If I'm going to set everything right tomorrow….

Wouldn't it be okay to be a little lax just for today?

Wouldn't it be okay to just watch the spirit thread scene as Siwoo wants?

Eloa, who had already realized the sweetness of pleasure, and the desires she had long hidden.

The mental defenses undone by consecutive events.

And the strange sound stimulating all five senses in real time made the stubborn Eloa consider compromise.

Just for one day.

Just for one day, to this throbbing.

What if I let myself go into deviation?

Could it be that this result came about precisely because I stubbornly insisted on the Chastity Vow in an ambiguous situation?

Eloa's eyes subtly turned toward the living room table.

She already knew the method to obtain pleasure herself.

It was a much simpler and easier task than tightly hiding desires already awakened by moral and ethical fastidiousness.

Come to think of it, it's not a bad thing, is it?

Masturbation is a common act even among Witches.

There's no need to be so ashamed or consider it unclean.

Thus comforting herself, Eloa's tightly closed eyelids trembled faintly.

“Just for today… just one day… just one day….”

From tomorrow, I will draw a clear line.

Tiferet is Shin Siwoo's Master.

Shin Siwoo is Tiferet's disciple.

Things will return to normal.

The height of the living room table was just slightly higher than Eloa's waist.

The solid wood table made of ash, its edges rounded with soft curves to prevent injury when moving around.

Feeling her heartbeats ringing in her ears, Eloa carefully stood at the edge of the table, slightly parting her legs.

And then, she subtly lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands.

The plain, unadorned pure white panties subtly revealed themselves in the air.

“Haa….”

The incessant cry of fastidiousness that this shouldn't be done.Eloa barely managed to ignore it and pressed the split seam against the rounded corner of the table.

The table naturally pressed against her clitoris and outer lips over her panties.

A simultaneous tingling sensation in her tailbone and lower abdomen made Eloa’s eyes fly wide open.

“Hng…!”

The feeling was… indescribable.

It was as if someone had finally scratched an itch she hadn’t been able to reach for months.

An overwhelming sense of liberation and ecstasy.

Her legs trembled so much she unconsciously rose onto her tiptoes.

The beginning is always the hardest.

In that moment, Eloa, who had been desperately trying to ignore and divert her attention from the pent-up sexual desire that had been building for so long, felt the word ‘restraint’ vanish from her mind.

After all, Eloa had held back too much, and for far too long.

Eloa slowly leaned her weight against the corner again.

The hard, solid table firmly pressed against Eloa’s sensitive area.

“Haa…”

Eloa’s heavy breath settled hotly in the air.

Compared to when she was with Siwoo, it was a completely different kind of sensation.

But there was no denying it was pleasure.

Spreading her skirt wide, Eloa gently rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against the corner.

-Creak creak creak creak!

‘Haa…! Haa…! Haaang…!’

‘Hek! Hek! Hek!’

From the very next room came the sound of a bed creaking madly, and Sharon’s sensual moans—so lewd they would make anyone blush even just hearing them.

And Siwoo’s rough breathing.

“Nn…hng…nn…”

As she slowly moved her hips forward, Eloa felt her mind go blank.

It feels good.

So, so good.

So much so that the strength drained from the hand holding up her skirt.

So much so that her tiptoes, raised slightly to adjust the height, trembled uncontrollably.

The joy of releasing all the pent-up lust she had been holding back, again and again, delivered a pleasure that made every cell from her fingertips to her toes feel alive.

All the sexual pleasure and experiences Eloa had felt in her life were connected to Siwoo.

Moreover, with the vivid sounds of intercourse coming through live, it was no wonder Eloa thought of Siwoo.

It was as if Siwoo were here with her now.

A dizzying sense of betrayal, as if she were doing something forbidden under the pretext that today was the last time.

From between Eloa’s trembling, parted pink lips, a single name escaped like a sigh.

“Haa…haa… Siwoo…”

Eloa was startled to hear herself say it.

But her shock was suppressed by the surging waves of pleasure.

It was no surprise.

With Siwoo’s voice in her ears, it was only natural to think of him.

Thinking this, she began to bounce her hips a little faster.

She firmly gripped the edge of the table with her hand and even took the cumbersome dress hem in her mouth.

Beneath the triangular shadow of the draped skirt, Eloa’s stomach repeatedly tightened and released with pleasure.

‘Siwoo! Siwoo…! Siwoo…!’

Despite the music box, Sharon, perhaps conscious of Tiferet in the next room at first, had been stifling her sounds.

Her voice was growing louder.

That meant she was nearing her climax.

Naturally, the vulgar creaking sound effects grew more intense, and Siwoo’s breathing became rougher.

“Mm…hmm…mm…hng…!”

Eloa began to match their pace, spurring herself on.

The sticky fluid that soaked her panties to the point of saturation, coating the wooden surface as if a snail had passed over it.

There was no need to explain what it was.

The fabric and sensitive mucous membranes rubbed together, using the love juice as lubricant, and Eloa’s hip movements grew increasingly lewd.

It was a beautiful dance performed by Eloa, skilled at handling her own body, in search of pleasure.

‘Inside… cum inside me… Siwoo…!’

Sharon’s voice begging for cum reached her ears.

Siwoo would soon ejaculate.

It was certain—the large glans plastered against her cervix would spurt deep into her hot insides, and the sticky, hot cum would fill her narrow vagina to the brim.

Just as he had done with Eloa.

“Hng…haang…uung…!”

Suppressing a moan with all her might, Eloa spurred her hips into motion.

-Thump!

‘Hiiiiiiik…!’

At the very moment the immense wave of magical power Siwoo emitted upon ejaculation enveloped Eloa’s entire body.

Eloa’s back arched stiffly.

In a disgraceful, unsightly manner, her body twitched and trembled, her expression bearing not a trace of her usual dignity.

The tingling afterglow of climax, like electricity coursing through her body.

Along with the sensation of floating, as if wrapped in a pillow of a thousand feathers.

Sharon, Siwoo, and Eloa reached their climax simultaneously.

Author’s Note (Afterword)

Bluetooth remote sex