City of Witches Chapter 320

The moment Takasho entered his office, he started pouring drinks.

Uncharacteristically, it was champagne.

The uniquely shaped bottle and the shield emblem.

Even Siwoo, who had little interest in alcohol, could recognize it at a glance.

It was Dom Pérignon from Moët & Chandon.

"Drink."

Since Takasho was taking out cigarettes one after another, Siwoo also took one.

He had come today thinking they'd just have a light chat about relationship advice.

But the atmosphere was like this.

-Pop!

With practiced hands, Takasho removed the cork and poured the champagne side by side into tall, slender glasses.

The bubbles rose prettily, fizzing.

Siwoo didn't decline and took a sip.

A sensation akin to drinking stars, along with an intoxicatingly sweet fruitiness, burst in his mouth.

He knew it was quite expensive, and it was a wine that lived up to its price.

It was incomparable to the drinks he often shared with Eloa.

Though it was hard to make a direct comparison since most of what they drank was cognac and whiskey, it was excellent regardless.

"Anyway. What on earth is going on?"

"How much did you hear from Paul?"

"Just that there are no customers, so you're running at a loss?"

"...Is that it?"

Takasho sighed again at Siwoo's cautious words.

Even after knowing him for nearly six years, this was the first time Siwoo had seen Takasho like this.

He seemed like the type who would laugh heartily even if the sky fell, but...

Siwoo stood up and slapped Takasho's back hard enough to make a sharp sound.

"Gah! What the hell are you doing, you bastard!!"

Takasho trembled violently, still in his defensive posture covering his head.

"I told you to stop being prideful and just spill it. Are we friends for just a day or two? You told me about sending dick pics to your crush, so why hide this?"

"Thanks for saying that, but this isn't that simple. If I worry you for no reason, what kind of figure would I, Takasho, cut?"

"Champagne."

"What?"

"I'll pay for the champagne I drank."

Takasho stared blankly at Siwoo, who spoke bluntly.

Then, biting his lip tightly inward, he made a heroine-exclusive expression of holding back tears.

"Siwoo... Siwoo... Takasho is..."

"Can you look away and cry for a second? I'm feeling nauseous."

"I love you so much, Siwoo!"

"Gyaaah!"

Takasho sprang up from his seat and hugged Siwoo.

Siwoo screamed at the monstrous strength hidden beneath the suit's muscles.

It took a while of this farce before the two could sit back down.

"Damn... you're still disgustingly strong."

"Will you believe me if I say it's the power of love for Siwoo-kun?"

After hearing a brief explanation from Takasho, Siwoo grasped the gist.

That there was a much better solution than trying to handle this alone.

"Anyway, I need to ask for help. Do you have a Remote Scrying Orb?"

"I have one for work purposes. Why?"

"Give me a moment. I know someone perfectly suited for this matter."

Leaving a bewildered Takasho behind, Siwoo immediately contacted the number on the business card.

Not long after.

The main door of the host bar swung wide open.

"Welcome!"

-Click clack click clack

With the sharp sound of high heels, today's relief pitcher made her entrance.

Noble-looking navy blue hair and eyes.

A curvy figure lovingly hugged by a magenta velvet dress.

A fur shawl draped over her chest and shoulders.

Extremely high heels that looked like they could sprain an ankle at any moment.

The lucky Witch, carrying a handbag that was clearly a luxury brand tucked under her arm.

It was Kibele Periwinkle.

Truth be told, Siwoo was a bookworm even in the Mortal Realm, so he didn't know much about business or such.

He thought expert help would be needed to consult on operating such a high-end facility.

And so, the person who flashed through his mind was Periwinkle.

Though her actions seemed like those of a naive third-generation chaebol heiress, she was someone who had owned and managed a world-famous hotel brand.

She slightly raised an eyebrow and glanced around.

The time needed to assess the situation was a mere three seconds.

The corners of her mouth, which had been subtly upturned, dropped.

The luxury bag she had been holding as if pondering 'how can I hold this more elegantly?' was now casually slung over her wrist.

Her dignified posture suddenly became lopsided.

Periwinkle immediately shot Siwoo a displeased look.

"It's an honor you accepted the invitation, Ms. Periwinkle."

"Hey, Shin Siwoo. You wanna die?"

Siwoo, having changed into the tuxedo Takasho provided, greeted her politely.

Periwinkle scratched her head with an utterly deflated expression before getting angry.

"I thought it was a date request, so I dressed up all fancy. Look at this absurd guy?"

A sharply edged voice and glare.

Not only Takasho but even the host bar staff who had greeted her froze stiff.

Everyone instinctively sensed that the one throwing a tantrum was a Witch, and moreover, not just any ordinary Witch judging by her appearance.

"Didn't you say to call you anytime, anywhere? Please don't be like that and come inside. Haha."

The second moment of shock.

The hosts didn't know Siwoo's true identity.

They only recognized him as Madam Takasho's friend, a man favored by a Witch.

In a situation where they should be groveling on the floor apologizing before an angry Witch, he was sitting there cracking jokes.

It was no different from sticking one's head into a gaping crocodile's mouth.

Some were already closing their eyes and reciting prayers.

"...Gulp..."

It was a tense moment.

That fearsome Witch was glaring at Siwoo with blazing eyes.

Amid growing anxiety that everyone here might get dragged in if she got upset.

"Haah, what is this. I even got new clothes and took off my underwear for this."

"That's a bit too much information."

"One more word and I'm leaving?"

"I'm also really, really disappointed. It was a chance for a private audience with the most beautiful Ms. Periwinkle in the world... To waste it like this against my will."

Siwoo immediately began flattering her.

Periwinkle's eyebrow twitched upward.

"Keep going."

"Truthfully, I didn't want to waste this opportunity either. But I've encountered a problem I absolutely can't solve alone. There are a few Witches I'm acquainted with, but you were the first one who came to mind."

"Was that so?"

"Yes, I think it's because of my blind faith that Ms. Periwinkle would accurately grasp the complex current situation as an issue and provide the clearest solution."

Siwoo had roughly figured out what Periwinkle liked.

Surprisingly, she enjoyed Siwoo's bold, absurd, familiar-sister-and-younger-brother-like vibe.With her refreshing personality, she would readily roll up her sleeves and help if he whined and pleaded.

"Alright, you pass! Let's go in."

"You can leave the shawl here."

"If I don't wear this, my nipples will show, right? I told you, no bra."

"Ah, then it's fine."

Takasho was frozen stiff by this completely unforeseen situation.

To be honest, the act Siwoo had just displayed was something Takasho could also do without much difficulty.

However, who did it was quite a shocking matter.

During his slave days, Shin Siwoo was a fool who remained stubbornly confrontational with Associate Professor Amelia until the very end.

Well, given how terribly Amelia treated him, his resentment was understandable to that point.

But the Siwoo Takasho remembered was shy and inexperienced with women.

He had no such ability to skillfully manipulate a woman's heart like that.

They say experience changes a person...

Only after Periwinkle had completely disappeared from view did the remaining members let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Hey, boss..."

"......"

"Boss!"

"Huh? Ah. What is it?"

Liam, who had been reciting a prayer until a moment ago, cautiously approached.

The other hosts, who had been trembling nervously around them, also began to gather around Takasho one by one.

"Just who on earth is that person?"

"He seems to be completely buddy-buddy with the Witch..."

"To handle that fussy Witch like a child..."

"He was rolling her around in his mouth like candy, right?"

First, Takasho concealed his admiration for his disciple.

Instead, he spoke in a solemn voice.

Because he had just witnessed the ideal, ultimate form of a host right before his eyes.

"Listen up, kids. That is the ultimate state and pinnacle a host should aspire to. We are not simply providing sexual entertainment; we must build emotional bonds. Engrave everything you saw today into your hearts."

"Yes, boss!"

"That is the ultimate host..."

"Anyway, let's get back to work. I need to join the conversation too."

Takasho also hurriedly followed the two of them toward the bar's salon.

Periwinkle, who had responded to the request for help.

She naturally clung tightly to Siwoo's side.

As a bonus, she secretly stroked his thigh as if he were her possession.

"Good day. I am Mimaya Takasho, the madam of Rose Glass. It's an honor to have you visit us."

Takasho didn't get flustered even seeing that.

With a calm, low voice and a dignified gaze, she greeted them gracefully and sat down across from them.

Come to think of it, this guy had also been living by charming Witches in his own way.

"Madam? A host bar, as expected."

"Yes, a friend of mine recently opened a new establishment. It seems business is rather difficult, so we've invited you here today, Periwinkle-nim, to receive your management consultation."

"Hmm, I don't like doing things for free..."

By coming this far, she had likely already decided to grant Siwoo's request.

Yet, he already knew the reason for her hesitation.

"One night, two days."

"Two nights, three days."

"Then let's make it zero nights, two days."

"No, I originally wanted zero nights, three days."

She wanted a promise of hot time with Siwoo.

Of course, from Siwoo's perspective, he had nothing to lose.

If the price is having sex with a comfortable older sister like Periwinkle, he'd welcome it anytime.

Perhaps because they had already mingled bodies once, he felt strangely little resistance.

And Sharon wasn't lying unconscious now either.

But wouldn't it be boring to just hand over the initiative like that?

Siwoo wrapped his arms around Periwinkle's waist and gently bit her ear.

Then he whispered in a low voice.

"If you get greedy, you'll get punished. Are you confident?"

"Puhahahahat!"

Periwinkle, who even when laughing would politely cover her mouth, burst into loud laughter.

She laughed so heartily that she kicked the table several times.

If she were laid on the floor, she'd probably roll around.

"What, what is that...! Huhahaha!! It doesn't suit you!"

Periwinkle, who had laughed almost to the point of choking, finally managed to control her laughter after three minutes. Curled up like a shrimp hugging her stomach, she spoke.

"Haa... I teared up. Our Siwoo, did you see something weird on the internet? You can't use stuff like that."

"Ahem, this is awkward."

It really was awkward.

If it had been ■ ■ ■, she would have blushed crimson and nodded meekly.

As he was absentmindedly muttering to himself, Periwinkle nodded with a smile full of mirth.

"Well, I've had a good laugh. Let's do as you said, zero nights, two days. That's 48 hours, right?"

"Yes, understood."

Takasho couldn't believe it.

Is that really Siwoo?

Using slightly over-the-top humor (and sexual innuendo at that) to elicit a Witch's roaring laughter and even secure a sex promise...

It would be more believable if Mimaya Takasho were to renounce the worldly vanities and become a monk.

"So, what's the problem, Madam? Would you explain it to me step by step from the beginning?"

Takasho, who had been half-dazed by the bizarre spectacle unfolding before her eyes, nodded hastily.

Still.

If that clever Siwoo had called her, she was undoubtedly a Witch who could be of great help in this situation.

The very survival of the bar's operation was at stake.

Takasho spread out the envelopes she had been holding in her arms onto the table with a shwururuk sound and began her briefing with a confident gaze.

"Yes, I will explain along with the prepared materials."