City of Witches Chapter 373

The power of the Artifact was great.

Sharon could not resist Siwoo's words in the slightest.

She earnestly complied even with plays she was usually too shy to perform well.

For example, the request to show how she usually masturbates.

The play of spreading her long legs as wide as possible, fully exposing her soft inner flesh.

The play of having a naked Sharon squat on the lab table, supporting her buttocks and thrusting upward from below, and so on.

Of course, Sharon was blushing so hard her face seemed on fire, but having dug her own grave with her own hands, she had no choice but to comply with the embarrassing demands.

"Haham…."

Originally, I planned to research all night, but I fell for Sharon's seductive temptations.

In the end, Sharon fell asleep on the sofa where we had been rolling around until dawn.

Siwoo finally removed the headband from Sharon's head.

It occurred to him anew—perhaps he had picked up a better item than he thought?

"This is a bewitching thing…."

In truth, if Sharon put her mind to it, she could easily overwhelm Siwoo.

No, even if overwhelming was too much, she could at least resist enough to prevent being completely crushed at will.

But the moment this headband is worn, the story changes.

Not only can she not resist Siwoo's power in the slightest, but she also obediently follows even the most shameful commands.

The psychological sense of conquest that came from this was incomparable.

"Kuu…."

Meanwhile, Sharon, having fallen into a deep sleep due to last night's intense play.

Even while lying down, her astonishing mammatongs lightly jiggled as they lifted the blanket.

Her snow-white breasts, like a snowy plain, bounced back his hand, showcasing their elasticity.

This soft, tender sensation would be incomparable to anything else.

"Hmm…."

Perhaps his hand was cold, as Sharon frowned and let out a breath through her nose.

A mischievous impulse struck.

With his fingertips, he gently twirled the small, cherry-sized nipple glowing a vivid pink at its tip.

"Oh…."

At first, the nipple yielded softly like jelly, but gradually, he felt it harden and become firm.

Along with that, Sharon's mouth opened slightly, and a moan-laden breath escaped.

Thanks to being bitten and gnawed on all day yesterday, the tooth marks remaining around it seemed newly erotic.

As a side note, Sharon's forced-exposure masturbation habit was truly the pinnacle.

To be able to suck her own breasts.

Truly, Sharon's mammatongs are legendary.

Recalling Sharon, who was on the verge of tears from overwhelming shame, and now fiddling with her breasts, made his lower body feel heavy.

Soon, I should visit the Yesod mansion to check on Diana's lessons, but….

It seemed like there might just be enough time.

Just as he was about to pounce on the sleeping Sharon.

"Siwoo-kun!"

Countess Albireo suddenly opened the lab door and entered.

Unfortunately, the sofa was positioned directly facing the lab door.

"Kyaak!"

Albireo covered her eyes and slumped on the spot upon seeing the naked Siwoo standing there and, standing with him, Siwoo's son.

Whether unfortunate or fortunate, Sharon did not wake up.

Thus, after rolling Sharon up in the blanket, he was conversing with the Countess in front of the lab.

"I'm sorry. What brings you here?"

"I heard something happened in Border Town."

Albireo looked at Siwoo with an icy expression.

There seemed to be a hint of contempt mixed in as well.

To describe that expression, it was like seeing a thoughtless person holding a pork belly party in front of a mosque.

For a Witch, Magic is a realm of faith, and the lab, strictly speaking, is a devout chapel.

Having discovered that such a chapel had been used for wild sex, it was understandable that Albireo reacted this way.

"I was worried, so I came as soon as I returned from the Mortal Realm…. But you don't seem to be in any trouble."

"That's right."

Moreover, Albireo is the mother of the Twins.

Even if she knew, witnessing the scene of her daughter's boyfriend rolling around with another woman, plus seeing her brother-in-law's mortar cannon….

Siwoo also had nothing to say.

"It's a workspace I already agreed to lend to Siwoo-kun, so I have no rightful words. But please be more discreet about the location in the future."

"Yes, I intend to…. I'm sorry."

Somehow, it feels like I'm always getting scolded by Mother-in-law Albireo. Is it just my mood?

Even if unintentional, having shown her the fully erect flesh baton left him with even less to say.

"Though it was an accident, I'm sorry you saw my body."

"Not at all. It was my carelessness."

Albireo shook her head slightly as if trying to shake off the earlier shock and apologized.

Then, stroking her chin, she suddenly posed a question.

"Siwoo-kun."

"Yes."

"May I ask one question?"

"Of course."

The moment he saw Albireo's glance dart toward his lower body, Siwoo regretted it.

This question should not have been permitted… he thought.

Though, being in a position to be scolded, the answer was predetermined anyway.

"That is…. Is it safe for our Twins? That, the size is too, um…."

"……."

The shadow of Siwoo's fully erect member was large enough to cover half of one Twin's face.

It was only right for Albireo to confirm its majesty and be concerned.

So, not 'will the Vessel be damaged?' but rather, 'is it biologically okay?'

In reality, it would have been impossible if not for the Spirit Body.

Fortunately, the Spirit Body far surpasses the human body in terms of recovery and durability, but still.

"……."

"No, it was an indecent question. Please forget it. And let's ensure this doesn't happen again."

"Yes."

Thus, the day began with a scolding from the Countess and an awkward question.

There was one unexpected thing.

Diana had expressed her intention to proceed with today's lesson as normal.

Setting aside her usual lazy nature, she must have suffered quite a significant psychological shock.

I was surprised when I heard from the maid the next day that she had given permission for the lesson to proceed.

Headed straight to Diana's room.

Upon knocking, a rustling sound was heard from behind the door.

But no matter how long he waited, there was no sign of the door opening.

"Lady Diana. It's me."

"Come in."

The door wasn't opened, but the voice came from quite close by, as if she had been standing right in front.

Carefully opening the door and entering, Diana was standing awkwardly right in front.

It was the same face he always saw, but her usually languid eyes were wide open, and her lips were pursed into a small, round shape, slightly protruding.

"W-w-welcome."

She stammered and looked uncomfortable, as if leaves had gotten into her clothes.

Should I say she was fidgeting?

And what's this?

Diana, who usually came out with bedhead and her hair hastily tied up, now had her hair neatly braided.It wasn't even a day I particularly needed to go out.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"...I'm fine."

"Then, shall we go in?"

Even though he showed her the Witchboard tucked under his arm, Diana merely blocked his way like a gatekeeper, avoiding his gaze.

In short, she was in a psychologically very unstable state.

After pondering deeply, Siwoo quickly grasped the reason.

Our noble lady Diana has strong pride.

That same Diana was helplessly captured by humans, and after Siwoo rescued her, she was seen sobbing uncontrollably.

Then, having to see Siwoo's face the very next day, she felt awkward and embarrassed.

Siwoo praised himself.

He was no longer the Mossolada Shin Siwoo of the past.

He could read Diana's feelings to that extent.

"I... I'm not finished speaking yet."

Diana's hand, grabbing Siwoo's arm with a thud as he tried to pass by.

He was a little surprised.

This was the first time Diana had initiated physical contact herself.

She had always maintained distance as if he were some kind of virus...

"Si, Si, Siwoo. Thank you. For saving me..."

Diana hung her head low and mumbled her words.

Her voice was in a decrescendo, so the 'for saving me' part was almost inaudible, but it was Diana's own way of expressing gratitude.

On top of that, Diana, who had only ever addressed him formally as 'you' until now, had called him by his name.

It seemed the previous rescue event had become the catalyst for Diana to acknowledge Siwoo.

He felt somewhat pleased.

Wasn't this all tangible proof of his parents' saying that good deeds come back to you?

"I've received your gratitude. Shall we go in?"

"No."

Diana, still holding his arm, pulled him and ushered Siwoo out the door.

As he was being pushed out, going 'Huh? Huh?', the door slammed shut with a bang.

"I want to rest today. Goodbye."

Stunned by the unexpected guest expulsion order, Siwoo stood there with his mouth agape.

"Did I do something wrong?"

The moment she closed the door, Diana dove onto her bed as if fleeing.

For her, who never exceeded 20 cm per second unless something special happened, this was an astonishing speed.

The hair she had combed and braided for a full 30 minutes this morning for some reason she felt like grooming.

The prettiest dress Diana owned, which she had carefully chosen to wear, became all rumpled and disheveled.

"...! Ugh...!"

Diana thrashed silently on the wide bed until her pillow fell off, then grew still.

However, her heart, pounding and racing like mad, showed no signs of calming down at all.

Strange. Strange. Strange.

If she were to list the strange points, there would be endlessly many.

Strange point one.

Why did she say she would have lessons today?

Considering her mother's usual attitude, even if Diana stayed in bed for a week, she wouldn't utter a single word of complaint.

In short, it meant she was granted an exemption from the bothersome play-education.

Yet, Diana specifically called her maid from the morning to announce that lessons would proceed as normal.

Strange point two.

Having fallen asleep late in the evening, she woke up as early as dawn.

Since then, what Diana did was a short 30-minute bath, breakfast, and getting dressed up.

Diana doesn't dislike pretty accessories or dresses either.

But usually, the adjective 'pretty' tends to require diligence and discomfort, so Diana had always dressed up only enough not to damage her dignity excessively.

But today, she spent nearly an hour, no, a solid two hours changing and styling her hair, putting on a corset under her dress, and wearing shoes with heels.

And this is the strangest point.

The incredibly suspicious sensation she felt when she saw Siwoo in the morning.

Her heart racing strangely fast and her breath growing short.

And her head feeling so dizzy it was hard to stand properly, and her words getting stuck in her throat.

In fact, these symptoms had started when he arrived and knocked.

And when she saw his face, they reached their peak.

She truly couldn't do anything.

He was exactly the same as usual.

The face that was delicately handsome but, upon closer inspection, also exuded masculinity; the physique that suited the fit of his suit perfectly; the soft and considerate voice—none of it was any different from usual.

For some reason, dealing with him felt overwhelmingly difficult.

To the point where even the act of calling him by his name, like her mother did, felt unbearable.

So she ended up doing that foolish thing of thanking him and simultaneously kicking him out!

Diana lamented her own stupidity and let out a long sigh.

Author's Note (Afterword)

November 5th will likely be a break.