City of Witches Chapter 371

Sitting on the sofa in the drawing room, I nervously lit a cigarette.

The sun had already completely set, yet the Countess who had gone to console Diana had not returned.

From what Siwoo had observed so far, Countess Yesod's love for her daughter was frighteningly intense.

The doting parent persona that seemed to seep into everyday conversation was a given, and he had personally witnessed her incessant daughter-praising from right beside her.

And now, that Countess Yesod had learned that Diana had been in danger.

At Diana's suggestion, the incident had been somewhat softened and downplayed from the actual events, and because Siwoo was there, major harm was avoided. But when you got down to it, taking Diana to Border Town was the start of the whole affair.

If Countess Yesod used that as a pretext to reprimand him, Siwoo wouldn't have a leg to stand on even with ten mouths.

So, while he was here, smoking a cigarette to soothe his troubled heart...

The clicking sound of high heels was heard.

It was Countess Yesod, her usually beautifully tied-up hair slightly disheveled, yet still displaying her unchanging elegance.

"You're back?"

Siwoo quickly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up to greet the Countess.

The Countess, looking drained like a surgeon after a major operation, acknowledged Siwoo's greeting with a nod.

Honestly, he was a bit scared.

The rage the Countess had shown when she learned of the attack on Diana was truly a spine-chilling sight.

"Shall we have a talk?"

"Yes."

The Countess turned without another word, and Siwoo followed behind with a nervous heart.

She was definitely not her usual self.

There was no affectionate glance, no relaxed demeanor.

Ultimately, since Siwoo was the one who saved Diana, he might avoid the direct hit of her anger. But he couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be additional penalties like, 'Your tutoring duties end here. Of course, the lessons are over too.'

The place they arrived at following the Countess was not her personal study.

It seemed to be the lounge of her room.

The living area looked almost identical to Diana's room.

The common points were, of course, the obviously expensive furniture filling the space and the fact that the living area alone was large enough for a family of four to live in.

The differences were that more extravagant liquor bottles were displayed in the cabinet, and the furniture and carpets gave off a more mature, antique feel.

The books placed here and there also looked a level more difficult.

"Shall we talk?"

"Of course."

The Countess took out a bottle of liquor and two glasses, placing them on the table.

Countess Lucy, stopping Siwoo who reflexively stood up to pour, filled her own glass to the brim.

Moreover, without filling Siwoo's glass, she downed hers in one shot.

"Haa..."

Siwoo, reading the mood, cautiously broached the main subject.

If this was a meeting for reprimand, it was better to get scolded first and open with his own words.

"I'm sorry. Due to my carelessness, Miss Diana was put in danger. I will be sufficiently careful to ensure such a thing doesn't happen again."

Placing his hands on his knees, he bowed his head respectfully.

Having gone through dozens of mental rehearsals while smoking, his manner was impeccably polite.

It wasn't just an act; there was sincerity in it, as he genuinely felt a degree of responsibility.

"It's alright. I'm not foolish enough to blame you for something like that. Above all, if you hadn't been there, something much worse might have happened."

The Countess accepted Siwoo's apology with a long sigh.

She briefly rested her hand on her head as if tired, but it seemed the most dreaded issue had been avoided.

"How is the young lady doing?"

"Much more composed than I thought. I watched over her for a bit, and she was sleeping soundly and comfortably. She used to be a timid child who only looked for me... She's already grown up so much again. Times like these really make my heart feel complicated."

The Countess gave a bitter smile and poured liquor into Siwoo's glass.

"Thank you, Mr. Siwoo. I heard that Homunculus had seventeen eyes. You handled the matter much more cleanly than the Witches residing in Border Town."

"You flatter me. I suppose you could say the compatibility was good..."

"Are you injured anywhere?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Let me see."

The Countess picked up her glass, stood up, and naturally sat down next to Siwoo.

As if that was her rightful place.

As she drew near, the sweet, creamy scent of her skin blended with the Fragrance using musk as a base note, making his head spin.

Her slender neckline, accentuated by her revealing attire, and her languid voice added to the Countess's uniquely captivating aura.

"I'm really fine. You don't need to..."

At that moment, the Countess's white hand, having set down her glass, grasped Siwoo's hand.

Her warm, delicate fingertips intertwined like snakes, as if determined not to let go.

"No, even if a Spirit Body looks fine on the outside, there are cases where problems arise due to disrupted coordination and composition."

"No, that's not it, I really didn't get hit even once..."

It was the truth.

He had only been on the attacking side.

But regardless, the Countess's actions were bewildering.

Although she had occasionally made light jokes before, as if teasing or testing him, he could sense it intuitively.

Today, the atmosphere was incomparably sticky.

"I won't believe it unless I see it with my own eyes."

Before he knew it, the Countess, holding Siwoo's hand with one hand and stroking his thigh with the other, pressed close and whispered in his ear.

With each word she uttered, a ticklish breeze brushed past below his ear.

A rich, dense Fragrance enveloped him, caressing the tip of his nose.

Even a fool would know.

This was a pass being thrown by Countess Yesod.

Not a subtle hint like before, but a sincere, full-bodied temptation coming straight at him.

She was originally like a fruit dripping with honey, boasting a mysterious Alluring Charm.

As she moved her red lips with that sweet voice, an irresistible magic power flowed out.

• Rustle

With the sound of fabric shifting, the Countess gently parted her legs and climbed onto Siwoo's lap.

If their clothes were off, it wouldn't be strange if penetration occurred.

It was the so-called facing-sitting position.

"Countess, I don't think you should be doing this..."

"I just want to check your physical condition, Mr. Siwoo?"

That doesn't seem right...Though he thought he could easily push her away if he wanted to, his body wouldn't move.

He never imagined he'd relate so deeply to the phrase, "Your mouth says no, but your body is honest."

This was especially true given that his already hardened member was buried in the Countess's plush buttock cushion.

"My, my..."

The barriers of his suit pants and underwear were less substantial than tissue paper before Siwoo's full erection.

The Countess lowered her gaze slightly.

She must have felt everything.

Unable to meet her teasing, reproachful gaze, he averted his eyes.

In truth, Siwoo's discomfort in this situation wasn't solely due to that.

Was it because Diana called the Countess 'Mother'?

Or because Count Yesod called Diana 'our daughter'?

Or perhaps because she, in particular, exuded a mature femininity through her speech and attire.

He found himself gripped by the illusion that he was committing adultery while the husband was away.

No matter how generously one judged her age, the Countess, who seemed nowhere near her late twenties, truly felt like a married woman.

Thus, a wicked sense of guilt, as if he were truly cheating, washed over him, yet he couldn't push the Countess away.

Because when he met her orange eyes, it felt as if his very soul was being sucked in.

This was an irresistible force.

Even if the three great saints were seated here, a similar outcome would likely occur.

Or so he tried to console himself.

"How is it? Is there any discomfort?"

The Countess whispered, her lips close enough to touch if she just leaned her upper body slightly forward while embracing the nape of Siwoo's neck.

The specially-made Boji cushion of Madame Yesod, which had begun to bear more weight than before, rubbed against his firmly erect cock from behind.

There were many aspects that were uncomfortable.

The Countess looked at Siwoo, who had stiffened rigidly, with an expression of finding him cute, and began undoing his buttons one by one.

"Since Mr. Siwoo won't tell me, I suppose I'll have to check for myself."

With each undone button, his healthy chest was revealed.

The Countess's eyes sparkled as she placed a warm hand on Siwoo's chest.

"Your heart is beating so fast. I wonder why?"

A faint blush had also risen on the Countess's face as she let out a soft chuckle.

The Countess gently caressed his chest, not with an overt touch, but with a tickling, teasing stroke.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist, slender enough to be held in one hand, and plant a kiss on her lips right then and there.

Surely it wasn't just because he had inhaled her body scent to the fullest.

The moment Siwoo, unable to bear it any longer, tried to press his lips to hers...

"Ah...!"

The Countess let out a low gasp, as if startled, and pulled back from Siwoo as if fleeing.

"Ah..."

"My apologies, that was presumptuous of me."

His feelings were half regretful, half somewhat relieved.

The Countess swiftly turned her back to Siwoo, tidied her hair, and then stretched languidly.

"Haam... It seems there's no issue with your Spirit Body. You may go now. I'm truly grateful for today's help."

"Yes, understood."

"Is it alright to suspend the tutoring duties until Diana calms down?"

"Yes."

The Countess spoke with a hint of haste, her previously sensual voice now completely gone.

I guess I went too far.

Perhaps the fact that Lucy Yesod, a Countess no less, came on so strongly and received no reaction from him wounded her pride.

"Oh my, I almost forgot."

The Countess, who seemed about to head into her bedroom, glanced back and spoke.

"Private lessons will proceed as scheduled. The time... How about 12 o'clock? My schedule is quite packed."

She seduced him first.

Just as Siwoo, swayed by her, was about to respond, she cut him off sharply and stood up, making him think it was all just an illusion.

But then, leaving room for possibility, she suddenly rescheduled the tutoring session for late at night.

Everything was utterly perplexing.

As soon as Countess Yesod closed the bedroom door behind her, she filled the attached dry bathtub with water.

She untied the sash wrapped around her dress like packaging and removed it, then pulled off the garter belt holding up her stockings.

The Countess shed her panties, tossing them aside, her legs gleaming like porcelain.

She looked at her own panties, pinching them between her fingers like tweezers.

"How... embarrassing."

The state of the panties, made of white lace and ribbons, was indeed as embarrassingly disheveled as the Countess perceived.

While only a slight stain had seeped to the outside, the inside was soaked through, drenched to the point of sogginess.

The reason was unbearably mortifying.

While she was atop him, putting on an alluring act, sticky honeyed fluid had flowed from Lucy's forbidden place.

The moment she removed her panties, a trickle ran down her thigh.

The Countess dipped her toes into the tub to check the water temperature, then slipped inside.

"Haa..."

Only then did the sigh she had been holding back escape weakly.

Truthfully, the Countess had intended to bring him to her chambers today.

There was no ulterior motive.

She merely wished to repay the kindness, with gratitude, to the diligent young man who had played with Diana so well and had also saved her.

What would a man in his prime like most?

It was also evident that Siwoo was interested in the Countess's body.

Just recalling the illegal parking incident during the last private lesson made it obvious.

She had only chosen the gift based on that past incident, with no other personal feelings whatsoever.

Whatsoever...

Perhaps only a little?

...were involved.

However, it seemed Siwoo, who was clearly a virgin, needed the skilled guidance of an older woman, and the Countess had provided that.

He had almost succumbed.

The moment Yesod suddenly stood up was right before he was about to kiss her.

The reason Countess Yesod abruptly declared a retreat in the midst of the smoothly progressing plan was that while his hardened member was rubbing against her, her Secret Garden had transformed as if a sudden downpour had passed through.

Even if he hadn't noticed midway, she would have left a shameful stain on his trousers.

No matter that she had intended to seduce him first, she didn't want to show such an immodest appearance during their first tryst.

A Countess who becomes drenched and wet even before a kiss?

It is a lady's heart not to wish to implant such a mortifying image.

"Tsk..."

But today is not the only day.

There will be many such opportunities in the future.

Next time, I will definitely repay the favor, the Countess thought.