City of Witches Chapter 374

Tutoring session with Count Yesod.

Since I had some free time after being cut off by Diana at the entrance, I returned after going back to Count Gemernai.

Now, with the Red Branch draped over my shoulder wrapped in a Ribbon, I’m trudging down the corridor.

“Hmm…”

Perhaps because it was almost time to meet Count Yesod, I felt uneasy.

Last night, the Countess sat on Siwoo’s lap to check his physical condition.

I couldn’t quite tell whether it was genuinely a physical check-up or a seductive move.

At the time, I thought, “This is definitely a seduction attempt!” But what was the result?

The moment Siwoo showed signs of trying to kiss her, the Countess backed away.

But it’s not entirely accurate to say I completely misread the situation, especially since the tutoring session was rescheduled to the late hour of midnight.

“Is she really that busy…?”

Of course, these worries aren’t stemming from a determination like, “Today, I’m definitely going to score with the Countess!”

In fact, I did some reflecting yesterday.

Siwoo has Sharon, and he has the Twins.

He also has a promised thank-you sex with Periwinkle, but that’s an exception.

She’s his life’s benefactor, someone who helped Takasho greatly once again, and it’s a truly casual relationship.

Periwinkle doesn’t seem to want anything more than that either.

Heroes might have multiple wives and concubines, but Siwoo isn’t a hero, and even if he were, if he went around seducing married women, he’d be severely criticized.

It’s said that a man may lack principles, but he should have some backbone. I realized, albeit belatedly, that I shouldn’t waver any further.

“…What’s the point of just thinking about it?”

Thinking is easy, thinking is.

But what if Count Yesod actually attempts to seduce me?

What if I start inhaling her faint body scent up close and continuously? Could I withstand repaying the Countess’s kindness?

Better to cut it off before the tutoring session begins.

In other words, before the Countess starts her seduction.

Let’s cut it off cleanly, like a knife.

That’s what I decided.

“Hoo…”

-Knock knock

“Ah, Mr. Siwoo. Come in.”

After the knock, I heard the reply and opened the door, gauging the timing.

When would be good? Right after opening the door and exchanging greetings? Right after we each sit on the sofa? Or after the lesson ends?

“He—”

“Come on in, could you help me a bit?”

Siwoo froze awkwardly.

As soon as he opened the door, it was Count Yesod who greeted him.

Right.

The fact that it’s the Countess isn’t the problem. The problem is that her fully exposed back is greeting him.

The back tie of the sheath-line dress she often wears, which fits her figure perfectly, is more than halfway undone.

Only a silver satin, which might shimmer with such a hue if woven under moonlight, drapes over her vase-like waist and hip line.

Her slightly turned posture accentuated her elegant shoulder line and wing-like shoulder blades.

One hand was holding the front panel of the dress, which would slip off if not held.

It’s unclear whether she was in the middle of dressing or undressing.

Anyway, it’s that in-between state of attire.

“…Hello.”

He finished the greeting in a weak voice.

I hope my mouth isn’t hanging open.

That would be bad if it were.

“You came just in time. I was in a bit of a predicament.”

He suppressed the urge to say, “I’m also in a bit of a predicament now.”

“You were in the middle of changing clothes.”

He also suppressed the urge to say, “But this is a study, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I tried to do it alone and ended up in a mess. Will you help me, Mr. Siwoo?”

The Countess naturally asks for help as if this isn’t a strange situation at all.

First, to avoid being swayed further, I need to come up with a plausible excuse and get out of here.

“I’m not sure how to tie it properly. And there’s something I wanted to say…”

Actually, it’s not entirely made up.

I really don’t know what goes where or how to tie it.

Where in life would I ever have had the chance to tie this kind of dress?

“Why do you assume it’s about tying?”

“Huh?”

“I could have asked for the opposite, you know.”

In other words.

She might have been in the middle of undressing.

Her eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, stare directly at Siwoo without averting her gaze.

Gulp.

A dry swallow went down.

Just from her gaze alone, it felt as if smooth velvet was wrapping around his body and sliding past, forcing him to barely avert his eyes.

As if catching him trying to escape, Count Yesod speaks up.

“Mr. Siwoo… which would you prefer?”

“…Can I decide that?”

What the Countess showed wasn’t words.

A mysterious smile, neither clearly affirmative nor negative.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be completely led by an older woman without being able to resist.

No, maybe this is what it feels like—no, it’s exactly what’s happening right now.

“Hurry up, I’m getting impatient.”

Her hips sway gently as if urging him on.

Perhaps it’s due to the grace she possesses that even when she acts coy or flirtatious, it never feels vulgar.

Now the Countess’s intentions are clear.

It’s also obvious that if he takes a slightly more proactive step, he’ll experience ecstasy beyond imagination.

“Let’s proceed with the lesson.”

The Countess opens her eyes slightly, as if surprised.

Siwoo deliberately ignores her expression, closes his eyes tightly, and somehow manages to tie the back tie.

Given that he can’t even tie his sneaker laces neatly, there’s no way he tied this complicated dress tie properly.

The Countess lets out a soft chuckle, uses telekinesis to adjust the knot, and sits on the sofa.

“Come to think of it, you could have done it yourself.”

“I just wanted you to tie it for me.”

“Right, today’s lesson was about barrier field overload, wasn’t it? I’ve checked various things.”

“…Proceed? Sure. Whatever.”

Siwoo deliberately ignores her and brings up what he needs to say.

The Countess lets out a long, regretful sigh and resumes the lesson.

Throughout the lesson, Count Yesod kept a close eye on Siwoo.

“Hmm…”

I think it was quite an assertive appeal, though not as much as last time.

After all, she even gave him the choice of whether to undress or dress her.

But he showed an unusually impenetrable defense.

Or is it simply that he lacks the courage to take the lead because he’s too timid?

It’s kind of cute.

The Countess began subtly testing Siwoo.

“Let’s see here, oh my. You don’t have to make it so complicated…”

Leaning forward, she subtly exposes her cleavage.

Given how loose her attire is, even the Countess isn’t sure how much might be visible.

Perhaps beyond the cleavage, the pinkish flower pedestal, or even the pointed tips rubbing against the fabric might be visible.

Men often think, “She probably won’t notice if I sneak a peek~,” but.

Women are inherently sensitive to gazes.If it had belonged to the opposite sex rather than the same, it would go without saying.

The Countess did not miss how his eyes quickly scanned her chest in the short span of less than fifteen seconds.

"Yes, I'll try to revise it."

"Was that advice just now sufficient?"

"I feel like the general framework is coming together."

"You really are amazing, Mr. Siwoo."

As she said this, she boldly crossed her legs this time.

Her pale, soft thighs rolled up the hem of her skirt as she crossed them leisurely.

His gaze, which had been darting between her chest and the paper all along, focused on her lower half for just a moment.

But this time, as if he had made up his mind, he didn't even take his eyes off the paper.

Siwoo tried to hide it by repeatedly crossing his legs or straightening his posture, but the Countess did not miss it.

The fact that his pants were bulging painfully.

The Countess felt her chest trembling.

What is this sense of superiority?

Every time she saw each of his clumsy reactions.

Every time she saw him flustered by the Countess's minor actions and words, she felt a long-ignored inner desire being fulfilled.

The feeling of having her charm acknowledged by the opposite sex.

The feeling of holding the initiative in the situation, pushing and pulling, controlling the circumstances.

On top of that, a distorted maternal instinct to teach him step by step and mold him into a splendid male.

"You've worked hard again today."

After the lesson ended, Siwoo tried to get up as usual.

But he couldn't stand up.

Of course.

The Countess was sitting opposite him, and Siwoo's lower half was pitching a very large tent due to the Countess's continued temptations.

If he were to stand up now, that blatant state would be visible to the Countess.

But to the Countess, unaware of this fact, it was interpreted differently.

"Oh my?"

He, who always left with a polite greeting when the lesson ended, wants to stay until the very end today?

He's hesitating?

Interpreting this...

=> The Countess is so attractive that I want to progress further, but I can't bring myself to say it first.

That's what it becomes.

Suppressing the corners of her mouth that wanted to rise skyward, the Countess subtly asked.

How could everything he does from one to ten be so cute?

Her heart pounded, and she wanted to devour him right then.

"Do you still have something to attend to?"

"Uh... um... No."

"Then do you have something to say?"

"Not that either."

Seeing his flustered appearance, the Countess, more convinced of her hypothesis, slid into the seat next to him.

She wanted to enjoy watching his reactions a little longer, but teasing him too much is also something one shouldn't do.

At this point, she should show the composure of an older woman and help him.

Finally, she would spend the night with him today.

As soon as she thought that, her heart pounded.

"Mr. Siwoo, do you know about that?"

"Huh?"

The Countess tilted her head as if leaning on his shoulder.

As she forced her hand between his tightly crossed thighs, Siwoo's body stiffened rigidly.

The sound of him gasping for breath reached her ears.

"A man's body contains a terribly bad poison."

"Countess?"

"A profound original sin, an extreme poison made of desire.... If not released in time, it gnaws at the body and mind."

Unfastening his belt, pulling out the buckle, and then gently grasping it.

A huge serpent, hot, hard, and oozing a moist poison, was coiled inside his underwear.

Watching Siwoo, who swallowed his breath and grew even more tense, the Countess let out a hot sigh.

"I think I can help you.... What do you think, Mr. Siwoo?"

"Countess.... I think I have something I should tell you."

Slightly turning her gaze, she met his eyes at close range.

His eyes, slightly flushed due to conflict, anguish, and excitement, were visible.

"I already have someone I'm seeing...."

Frankly, she was a bit surprised.

Judging by the behavior he had shown so far, it seemed he had never even held hands with a girlfriend, let alone had one, so to hear he was seeing someone...

It was a bolt from the blue.

But at this moment, that wasn't important.

Countess Yesod's patience had already surpassed its limit.

"Oh my? Are we doing something bad? We're just... playing a light prank like this, that's all."

The Countess's white hand, like a mystical white snake, entwined with the cobra that had been holding its head high.

With meticulous hand movements, she grasped and stroked his member back and forth.

As she pushed aside even his underwear and went in, she felt the hardness and heat, the terrifyingly bulging veins, and the male pulse she sensed there.

"In the games between men and women, love isn't necessary."

Before she knew it, Siwoo's large member stood tall between his underwear and pants, exposed to the air.

Marveling at its majesty, the Countess, who had been sliding her fingers between his cock, whispered in an enchanting tone.

It was so sticky it felt like the inside of her ears was melting from the heat.

"All you need is a spoonful of sweetness, a pinch of whispers, and a little secret."

Countess Yesod's full lips met Siwoo's lips.

A word from the author (Author's Note)

Starting tomorrow, I'll be running.