City of Witches Chapter 379

Three days had passed since then.

“I’m fucked.”

Siwoo sensed that things had gone seriously, irreversibly wrong.

Right after the Countess left, he was simply dumbfounded.

Who the hell seduces someone first and then runs away in the middle of it?

He had inhaled her body scent to his heart’s content, but it all ended with just a quick handjob, leaving him utterly frustrated.

Standing dazed in the Countess’s private study, by the time he put his clothes back on and left, his sexual desire had somewhat subsided, allowing cold, rational thought to return.

“Why did I do that?”

It was true that Countess Yesod had brought up ‘repaying the favor’ first and seduced him.

Rubbing against each other naked? Okay.

Receiving oral service? Okay.

Sex? Well, if things had gone that far, it was natural for a man and a woman to have a go, so okay.

But tying the Countess up, making her say things like “I’m cumming!”, and actually watching her disgraceful state as her love juice splattered everywhere?

And doing it even after she repeatedly said she didn’t want it?

From this point on, it was a continuous series of NGs.

“Sigh…”

He lit a cigarette.

Truthfully, this wasn’t something that happened solely from excessive excitement.

All the women he had been with until now had willingly gone along with somewhat forceful play once they reached the mid-point of sex.

Just as no one interpreted the “Yamete!” heard in Japanese adult videos as a genuine stop signal.

Based on experience, he had come to think of “Stop! It’s too much!” during sex as just a form of encouraging banter.

After all, looking at the results, everyone had been happy.

But Countess Lucy Yesod was different, and his expectations were wrong.

As if she could no longer tolerate the depravity she had shown, she simply vacated the scene.

Afterwards, she didn’t directly pour out her anger at Siwoo or reproach him, but that didn’t mean this was a positive sign either.

Because the next day, when he visited the mansion for Diana’s play education, he was met with a polite guest expulsion order.

On the surface, the message was ‘Countess Yesod has gone to the Mortal Realm on business,’ but the fact that there was no further news even after three days now meant he could pretty much consider himself fired from his tutoring position.

If he had just obediently done as he was told, there would have been no problem.

It was because he foolishly showed off in front of the Countess, flaunting himself and deeply piercing her shameful secrets that he ended up fucked.

His interpretation of the Red Branch was roughly only about 25% complete, and he needed the Countess’s help further.

For things to fall apart in the worst possible way in such a situation, he couldn’t help but lament his own pathetic state.

“I want to at least apologize…”

The Countess didn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge.

If she had seriously wanted to take issue with Siwoo’s actions, she would have taken some measure or formally summoned him to protest.

Even if he was excited, it was Siwoo who repeatedly engaged in unwanted acts and ruined everything.

He wanted to properly face her and apologize.

Countess Yesod, who was nominally on a business trip to the Mortal Realm, was having dinner with Diana.

Though her mind seemed to be elsewhere and she wasn’t properly looking at her plate, she still maintained impeccable table manners. This was because etiquette was ingrained in her body as naturally as breathing from living as a noble.

To an outsider, it might just look like she was eating a meal, but she couldn’t fool her daughter Diana’s eyes.

It was clearly different from her usual self.

“Mom.”

The Countess’s eyes, which had been blankly unfocused, turned toward her lovely daughter.

“What is it, my daughter?”

Diana hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking.

“Mr. Shin Siwoo… has he quit?”

For Diana, this was a question she had brought up after days of contemplation.

Shin Siwoo hadn’t come for lessons for three days now.

Having prettied herself up and waited in vain, hearing no knock at the door, Diana had asked her mother about his whereabouts that evening.

Her mother’s answer at the time was:

‘Him, well? He said he was busy today.’

She had answered with a noticeably flustered expression.

Diana had accepted it at the time.

But now, three days later, with Siwoo not even showing a hint of his presence, it was a bit strange.

“Well? I don’t really know either… Maybe his work is taking longer?”

“Is that so?”

“That’s right. Is the food tasty?”

“Yes…”

Moreover, every single one of her mother’s actions was so different from usual.

Her mother, who handled everything with sharp efficiency, didn’t properly know the whereabouts of the tutor?

Subtly steering the conversation away as if to avoid Diana digging deeper.

Add to that her recent tendency to be lost in thought, staring blankly, and something was definitely seriously off.

“Mom has a lot to do, so I’ll get up first. Eat well and sleep tight, my daughter.”

“Yes, Mom.”

Diana’s gaze, following the retreating back of the Countess, was filled with suspicion.

As far as Diana knew, Siwoo and her mother were in a secret affair.

Making Shin Siwoo Diana’s tutor was also to give him a pretext to come and go from the mansion.

Her mother’s real purpose was the secret rendezvous they had alone at 10 o’clock.

Diana wasn’t pleased with that arrangement.

Wasn’t her irritation toward Siwoo in Border Town also because she couldn’t bring herself to express her dissatisfaction to her mother?

Anyway, from what she had observed so far, Shin Siwoo was an incredibly sincere person.

He naturally possessed considerate words and actions toward others, and he was absolutely not the type of person to abandon his tutoring position without a word and disappear.

And her mother didn’t know his whereabouts?

“That can’t be…”

It absolutely couldn’t be.

It was too unnatural for that to be the case.

Turning things over in her mind in bed, the possibility Diana arrived at was as follows:

Her mother was going so far as to lie to keep Siwoo from appearing before Diana.

Why?

“No need to even ask…”

To monopolize him for herself.

But after Diana had her accident and grew closer to Siwoo…

Right around the time she thought their relationship was gradually improving, the lessons abruptly vanished…

There must be a reason for that.

Didn’t it also appear in her mother’s novels?

Women who try to monopolize a man.

Diana didn’t know love.

What form it took, how hot its temperature was.

What sweet taste it had, what texture it possessed—she had not the slightest awareness.

But the fact that she couldn’t meet him due to her mother’s behind-the-scenes machinations planted a vague irritation and hostility within her.

It’s impossible to reason about emotions arising from something inexplicable.

Therefore, Diana substituted her current displeasure and animosity within the range of emotions she did understand.

Namely, with the emotion of possessiveness."My tutor... Why would Mother..."

Diana's lips twisted into a pout.

"Haa..."

Lucy Yesod, having returned to her private study, let out a deep sigh.

Diana's sudden question during the meal had startled her into fleeing the scene, which brought back the problem that had been plaguing her thoughts lately.

The major incident from three days ago that had necessitated replacing the sofa in this very room—the heated dalliance with her tutor, Shin Siwoo.

"What am I to do about this..."

The Countess had seduced Siwoo and mingled her body with his.

At first, it was simply pleasant.

As expected, she had skillfully led the atmosphere and even got to see him flustered and unsure of what to do.

But once the initiative passed to him, the situation reversed.

The youth she had thought was merely inexperienced was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Before his skillful handling of the female body, Lucy Yesod was nothing but a fragile rabbit.

When his fingers sharply stirred her clitoris.

Yesod had chanted vulgar phrases like 'I'm going to come!' like a mantra and ended up gushing love juice copiously.

Until the sofa she had grown fond of and one of his arms were soaked with bodily fluids.

When she regained her scattered senses, what the Countess felt was fear.

Fear of the pleasure she had not known, fear of the depravity she had not known.

In other words, fear of the unknown.

To put it more simply, she had gotten scared.

In the end, she had hastily fled the scene mid-encounter and had not met with him since.

She was still avoiding him at this very moment, offering flimsy excuses to both Diana and Siwoo.

"How can I face him again..."

She had shown disgraceful behavior, breaking down and crumbling like the heroines in the novels she wrote, and now she was supposed to meet the person who had created that spectacle again?

It was something she would die of shame before doing.

Moreover, the spectacle of her, who usually exuded the aura of a femme fatale capable of devouring anyone at any moment, screaming like a child getting a shot from just two fingers, would likely remain a cringe trigger for Countess Yesod until the day she left this world.

"But I can't just leave things like this..."

Lately, Diana had been becoming a bit more diligent.

She was studying on her own, diligently following Siwoo around, and actively spending time on leisure activities.

It was proof that he was properly performing his assigned duties.

Furthermore, Siwoo had once saved Diana from danger.

Of course, the incident occurred in Border Town, and it likely would have been resolved smoothly even without him, but the clean resolution was his merit.

Therefore, arbitrarily refusing to meet Siwoo and cutting off the relationship would be tantamount to rendering all his achievements meaningless due to a single personal shame.

Lucy Yesod's management philosophy does not tolerate unfair dismissal.

That meant she had to see him again.

"......"

Groaning and tossing about, the Countess took out a sheet of letter paper and picked up a pen.

"I still have to meet him again, though."

Of course, she wasn't writing the letter with the intention of spending another heated night with him.

There are dangerous realms in this world that should not be touched lightly.

For example, drugs that seem to offer happiness and pleasure easily but generally lead to bad ends...

And she felt a sense of crisis that continuing to mingle bodies with him would cross a line.

Therefore, this letter was merely a measure to maintain propriety, person to person.

There were absolutely no other feelings involved.

The Countess neatly folded the letter paper scented with Fragrance and pressed her seal onto the melted wax of the candle.

A Word from the Author (Author's Note)

Sorry for the late update...ㅜ

Lately, I've been having a lot of worries while writing.