City of Witches Chapter 312

Siwoo crossed Eloa's wrists and lifted them above her head.

Elora's two wrists, which had been blocking his touch, were subdued as lightly as a child's.

Even though both were standing, there was an almost non-existent sense of closeness between them.

Soft lips overlapped, and the scent of alcohol and thick cigarette smoke mixed with body scent filled Eloa's inhalation to the brim.

"Hhup... up...."

Her head turned white.

Her two lips should have been firmly closed.

But as Siwoo, who had been caressing Eloa's upper lip, subtly turned his head, a soft and tender tongue pushed its way inside.

Even more astonishing was that Eloa's teeth, which had been clenched hard enough to break molars, had magically parted.

A tongue that rushed in as if to fill her small mouth came slithering in, sticky and snake-like.

"Chup...up...hoom..."

Saliva mixing within the sticky and Sensual Aura tone.

The roughened breaths of the two tickle their flushed faces.

Between her trembling legs, the presence of his knee grew increasingly intense.

Her hands were bound, his body pushed into secret places she shouldn't touch recklessly, and as his mouth sucked on her tongue like candy.

A memory from the past surfaced.

The day Eloa first clung to Siwoo.

That hot memory.

An experience that hadn't faded in the slightest over time, the instinct as a 'woman' before being a Witch was making Eloa's body burn up.

Her cardiopulmonary system, which could run all day without tiring, malfunctioned, making her breath short.

With all strength drained from her body, Eloa was leaning half her weight against the wall and the other half against Siwoo's knee.

Like a taxidermied butterfly, she couldn't move a muscle.

"Puh... haa...haa...."

The kiss, which felt like an eternity, ended.

Siwoo's lips, which had invaded Eloa's mouth as if it were his own, sucking her small tongue like candy, moved away.

She wanted more.

The first thing that surfaced, overriding all reasoning, was a deep regret.

And the sorrow that distance had grown between her and Siwoo.

Following that, Eloa's common sense and consciousness stimulated feelings of guilt and immorality.

"This... shouldn't be...."

A lie.

Saying it shouldn't be with words, yet not imposing any restraint on Siwoo.

"I don't want this.... Please let me go...."

This too was a lie.

In truth, she wanted him to keep holding her.

She wanted him to embrace her without letting go.

Eloa barely managed to pull her wrists free from Siwoo's grasp.

Unable to even meet his eyes directly, she searched for a place to escape.

Too confused to pretend not to know and let it pass, too confused to faithfully follow the inner cry.

Eloa barely mustered strength into her completely weakened legs to support her body and slipped out from within Siwoo's shadow.

Straightening her disheveled clothes, she repeated to herself.

Well done, Tiferet.

You refused well.

Eloa, who returned with a stern voice, ignoring the inner cry that wanted to weaken, to compromise.

"...If you desire my help, I will gladly become your strength."

Siwoo, who saved Eloa from despair and grief in the darkness and became her strength.

"Even if you desire my life, I will give it without hesitation."

For him, Eloa loved Siwoo enough to throw away others' lives like blades of grass.

"However, even if it is you, there is something I cannot permit."

"Master...."

"Siwoo, please never do this to me again...."

But if she truly loved him, there also needed to be someone to correct him if he strayed onto the wrong path.

This refusal was not for Eloa.

It was an action taken so that Siwoo, her disciple whom she loved more than anyone, would not abandon the heavenly bonds.

"Master."

Siwoo cautiously approached.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Eloa's eyes.

"Don't cry."

"Huh...?"

Only then did Eloa realize she was shedding tears drop by drop.

A stinging pain bloomed belatedly from her tightly bitten lips.

Eloa gazed at the mirror beside the grandfather clock.

Her own reflection in the smooth mirror.

As if she had thrown away with her own hands a precious treasure she could never obtain again.

An endlessly sad and weak-looking appearance.

It couldn't be.

Once tonight passed, Eloa would return to being the Master, and Siwoo would return to being the precious disciple.

They had formed the correct relationship.

Eloa had achieved what she hadn't even hoped for.

In a situation where self-praise wouldn't be enough, what was this unsightly and wretched appearance?

"You know it too, Master."

Siwoo's broad embrace covering Eloa once more.

Siwoo had embraced Eloa.

"That we can't pretend not to know."

The emptiness and sense of loss that felt desolate seemed to be filled by just a hug.

The will and heart she had barely polished crumbled powerlessly.

"Ugh...sniff... You are cowardly...."

It felt too cowardly.

Trying so hard to hold on and step back, yet her will broke like a sandcastle with just one hug.

"I must have been too inconsiderate. I'm sorry."

"No, you... have nothing... sniff... to be sorry for...."

If she had cleanly drawn a line after the intercourse in the rainwater tunnel and treated Siwoo only as a disciple, nothing would have happened.

This was all Eloa's own fault for being weak.

If she herself had been firm-willed from the start, such an awkward situation wouldn't have occurred.

She left room for Siwoo.

Thus, Siwoo perceived his Master Eloa as a woman, leading to today's events.

She left room for herself too.

She also perceived Siwoo not as a disciple but as a man, and committed several faults she couldn't even confess to him.

If asked whose fault was greater, she would unhesitatingly point to her own mistakes.

A Master is someone who leads, one step ahead of the disciple.

From the moment Eloa forgot that responsibility, she had no right to blame Siwoo.

Even now, at this very moment, she wanted to throw away all responsibility and duty.

"Siwoo, would you bring me some alcohol?"

Eloa sat down.

Siwoo meticulously wiped away the remaining tears from Eloa's eyes and was about to pour a new drink from the mini bar into a glass.

"No, no need to pour separately."

"Huh?"

Eloa grabbed the bottle in Siwoo's hand.

Taking a deep breath, she gulped it down in large swallows.

The alcohol Siwoo brought was extremely strong whiskey.

Stored at room temperature, with a cool throat passage, fire began to crackle and burn inside her stomach.

"Master? What are you doing!"

Siwoo was shocked and snatched the whiskey bottle from Eloa, who was chugging the 42-proof whiskey.

But already about half had disappeared into Eloa's stomach.

Eloa staggered and wiped the alcohol that had spilled from the corner of her mouth.She pushes away Siwoo's arm as he tries to support her with a worried expression.

"Siwoo."

The truth is, she knows.

What she has desired and longed for.

What she tried hard to look away from and ignore.

What she denied and rejected.

She has known all of it for quite some time.

"Yes, Master."

She knows.

That when dawn breaks tomorrow, she will regret this choice.

That perhaps they can never return to their former relationship.

She knows it well.

Therefore, this is not an impulse.

Nor is it a momentary lapse to desire.

It is the precious, dangerous, sweet poison-like sincerity that Eloah Tiferet has harbored for a long time.

"I am... terribly intoxicated now. Not in my right mind."

Eloa said so and sat on the carriage sofa.

She reached her hands behind her back, undid the knot at her waist, and loosened the straps on both shoulders.

The white dress slipped down, revealing Eloa's white porcelain-like chest.

The smooth, flawless abdomen, shadowed like ripe fruit, was also exposed.

"Even if you come beside me and hold me, I will surely mistake it for a dream and accept it."

That was a meaning permitting everything.

"When day breaks, I will forget it all. I will likely even forget the memory of having forgotten."

It was also a vow to bury everything that happened today within this night.

Siwoo swallowed.

Eloa's curves gleaming under the crimson light.

Her eyes, looking as if they would spill tears at the slightest touch, seemed to paralyze his reason.

Eloa quietly slid the half-removed dress down to her feet.

Eloa, now wearing only panties, looked at Siwoo.

As she threw off her clothes, Siwoo's gaze instantly swept over every part of her body.

"If it's you..."

The shame of acting spoiled.

The relief of finally being able to speak.

The guilt of crossing a line that should not have been crossed.

The anticipation and fear for what is to come.

The sorrow that tomorrow, all this must be treated as if it never happened.

A blend of colorful emotions swirled in her head.

Emotions too complex to describe in words, like dancing, flickering flames, yet intensely passionate and also dreamlike.

"If it's you... what will you do with me like this?"

Eloa closed her eyes.

With each time Siwoo's presence, his footsteps drew closer, Eloa's shoulders flinched and trembled.

She is scared.

Afraid.

She wants to run away even now.

Siwoo's hand digs into the back of such an Eloa.

It makes her happy, yet also afraid again.

"If it were me, I think I would first escort you to the bed. And..."

Along with Siwoo's affectionate tone.

Eloa felt her body floating up.

Siwoo had placed his arms under Eloa's knees and back and lifted her up in a flash.

He opened the bedroom door and carefully laid Eloa down on the bed.

Flicking his fingers, the ornamental flame lanterns placed around the room responded to the magic power pattern and flared up brightly.

Eloa, who had felt a small relief as they moved to a dark place, suddenly covered her chest and face at the abruptly stepped-on lighting.

"I think I will kiss the body of my shy Master."

Siwoo's body covers Eloa's.

He turns her head to the side and presses his lips against her slender nape.

"Hah...!"

Eloa jolted as if electrocuted.

Because, separate from the intoxication, a dizzying Sensual Aura enveloped her entire body.

Goosebumps rose and fell all over her body.

Siwoo slowly descended along Eloa's neckline, showering kisses all over her body.

From the straight collarbone and sternum, to the abdomen that had been squirming since earlier, the cute navel.

"Hahng... Hheut... Eut...!"

It's clearly not an erogenous zone.

Siwoo was deliberately avoiding erogenous zones as he kissed.

Mere spots that, if stimulated at another time, in another way, would have only elicited ticklish laughter.

Siwoo pins down Eloa, who is squirming as if about to crumble.

And again, he slowly showers kisses.

Her sides, the pubic bone supporting the white panties like a great bridge, above the thighs, knees, shins, the tops of her feet.

And then, with his tongue, he slowly crawls down to Eloa's cute toes.

"Si, Siwoo... there... that's dirty... hahng..."

As Siwoo took each toe into his mouth and sucked as if cleaning them, Eloa, unable to bear it, tried to stop him.

It's embarrassing.

It's a place she hasn't washed separately.

She fears there might be an odor, and from receiving affection even in such a trivial part, the reality that she is truly loved blossoms.

"There is no part of Master's body that is dirty."

Having heard such a line, she had no choice but to entrust everything to him, her body intermittently twitching.