City of Witches Chapter 384

Since when had it been there?

I wanted to chase after Diana, who had fled over the railing with the effort of a sloth, to explain, clarify, or make excuses.

But I had to deal with the immediate problem first.

I couldn't just leave the Countess, who was unconscious.

"Haa…."

Though embarrassing, it had surprisingly happened a few times before.

And nothing particularly eventful had occurred since then.

I guess this is just my fate.

Siwoo sighed and moved around the room to tidy up.

For some reason, every room on this floor was a bedroom.

Meaning, there was no separate hallway; past the main hall at the top of the stairs, various bedrooms were intricately connected like a maze.

He marveled a little since each bedroom had a different interior design and bed style.

Among them, he fetched warm water from the bathrooms scattered throughout, soaked a towel, and meticulously wiped the Countess's body.

The Countess's soft, smooth body.

I thought I'd calmed down a bit, but just wiping her makes it hard to hold back an erection.

It was hard to believe I had pounded into her, spanking that truly beautiful body's buttocks.

"Hmm… Hmm…."

He carefully wiped away the cum diluted with love juice flowing between her thighs and even moved bedrooms.

The Countess's eyelids fluttered, revealing her pretty magenta eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Siwoo…?"

"You're awake."

She blinked, realized she was naked in his arms, and hurriedly covered herself with the blanket.

"Since when was I… Ah…."

Then, as if remembering the events of the night, her face ripened like a persimmon.

Siwoo, feeling awkward himself, also covered his lower half with the blanket.

Come to think of it, preoccupied with caring for the Countess, he was still only wearing his underwear.

"……."

"……."

Siwoo awkwardly holding a towel, just as the Countess shyly hugged the blanket.

The night of madness vanished in the sunlight, leaving only an awkward man and woman.

The Countess's rolling eyes landed on the towel in Siwoo's hand.

"Did… Mr. Siwoo wipe me?"

"Yes."

He had been frozen, agonizing over whether to mention Diana's peeping…

But that demeanor seemed to be interpreted differently by the Countess.

Hesitating, Countess Yesod gently lowered the arms that had been hugging the blanket.

Somehow, she looked immensely relieved.

"Mr. Siwoo in the daylight and Mr. Siwoo at night are very different people."

The Countess seductively glanced at him.

Siwoo cleared his throat.

Having gotten so carried away by the mood and done all sorts of perverted things, the belated criticism couldn't help but feel embarrassing.

"I thought I was going to be devoured. And my buttocks, how much do they hurt?"

Aha.

Siwoo realized the Countess's attempt to tease him as usual was a pretense.

Because her moist gaze kept trying to avoid meeting Siwoo's eyes.

Not to mention the blush blooming on both cheeks.

Recalling yesterday's events and feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed, she was instead trying to tease Siwoo.

A truly transparent disguise.

"Shall I take a look?"

"Kya…!"

When Siwoo pretended to lift the blanket, the Countess shrieked and curled up.

The Countess, noticing Siwoo's grinning face belatedly, flared up.

"Mr. Siwoo! Don't joke around! I'll get angry!"

Countess.

You're cute.

"You, Countess, are much cuter than you look."

"Cuter? Ha…! Mr. Siwoo, it's fine to be casual with me, but I am, for what it's worth, a Countess of Gehenna. I expect you to observe at least minimal courtesy and decorum."

The Countess declared sternly, furrowing her brow.

"You're not actually angry, are you…?"

"I am angry. Very. It hurt so much."

"But you liked it. You're just embarrassed thinking back on it… Gah!"

"Anyway, seriously…."

The Countess suddenly pinched the inside of his thigh, making Siwoo scream.

Because she pinched hard enough to leave a bruise, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Looking at Siwoo like that, the Countess, wearing a triumphant smile, instructed him.

"Mr. Siwoo, I need to get dressed, could you turn around for a moment?"

-Swish!

The sound of the blanket being thrown back was heard, the nearby wardrobe door opened by itself, and underwear and clothes flew out.

When he heard the signal that it was okay and turned around, the Countess was already perfectly dressed, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed.

It was the same formal yet sexy attire as before, but his appreciation was entirely different.

For Siwoo, who now intimately knew the naked body beneath, the clothes clumsily covering her figure instead stimulated his imagination.

"Would you like to have breakfast before you go?"

"Is that really okay?"

"Of course. You're a guest of our house."

While exchanging trivial conversation, the Countess finished brushing up her hair and even applied light makeup.

Just putting on clothes, roughly tying up her hair, and applying something to her lips, she instantly returned to her usual Countess self.

It seemed as if she had neatly sorted out her feelings as well.

"I'd be honored."

"The pleasure is mine."

The Countess gently extended her hand, palm down.

It seemed to mean she wanted an escort.

Siwoo took her long fingers as if placing his hand over them and walked with her to the dining room.

Having had a meal here once before with Diana and the Countess, he knew the way.

Walking down the hallway together in silence, he stole a sidelong glance at the Countess.

A mature appearance and atmosphere completely different from both the heated night and this early morning.

Should I call it an adult-like attitude?

She seemed not to care much, as if saying the memories of one night are buried with that day.

For Siwoo, who thought they'd both feel a bit awkward, her composed demeanor was surprisingly impressive.

"……."

Then, his eyes met the Countess's, who was also stealing a sidelong glance.

Siwoo, startled, cleared his throat.

"Ahem…."

Similarly, the Countess quickly averted her eyes and cleared her throat.

"Hmm, hmm…."

So that's it.

I had mistakenly thought, because the Countess was acting so composed, that she had really washed everything away cleanly.

Strictly speaking, normally she would be busy teasing Siwoo with all sorts of small talk.

In other words, the strange silence itself was different from usual.

"Mr. Siwoo, stealing glances at a lady's profile is against etiquette."

"Weren't you looking at me too, Countess?"

"I felt a gaze from the side? I was just curious what you were staring at so intently."

"I see…. I'm sorry. You're so different from yesterday. Ow! Stop pinching me!"“From now on, any talk about yesterday is forbidden. Understood?”

“Yes….”

The Countess pinches his side with all her might.

If this also counts as a type of physical contact, one could say the distance between them has lessened a bit.

The morning sun shines down pleasantly on the corridor.

Just as they step into the shade where the corridor and hallway connect.

The Countess suddenly stops dead in her tracks.

“Is something wrong?”

“Mr. Siwoo.”

Turning to face Siwoo, the Countess chews on her plump, crimson lips for a moment before speaking.

“I’m a bit busy today. Of course, I’ve kept your tutoring time set aside.”

“Yes.”

“Actually, I barely even have time for breakfast.”

“I see.”

A rather abrupt topic coming from the person who suggested eating first.

“You know, right? A Spirit Body doesn’t particularly need nutritional intake through meals. The act of breakfast itself is less about necessity and more about setting the day’s routine… In a way, it’s a ritualistic act. The same goes for dinner and sleep.”

“Is that so?”

The conversation is becoming increasingly incomprehensible.

It doesn’t seem important enough to just stand idly in the hallway for…

“So, I wonder if having a meal is really necessary…”

Ah.

I’m getting the idea.

“I have about two hours before I need to attend to my duties… I wonder if there’s anything enjoyable we could do within that time?”

The Countess says, subtly rolling her eyes upward as if testing the waters.

All pretense from before is gone.

Only Maman stands there, exuding a scent that seems even more alluring than before.

The fact that I made eye contact with Diana is driving me crazy.

And I didn’t even tell the Countess about it.

Besides, I haven’t even taken a deep whiff of her scent.

If I give in here again, I’m not a person, I’m just a dog in heat.

A soft hand reaches out and touches Siwoo’s chest.

Pushing Siwoo against the wall, the Countess rises on her tiptoes and whispers into his ear.

“Mr. Siwoo, I think I left something in that bedroom.”

Breath that tickles his earlobe with every movement of her lips.

“Would you help me find it?”

“Countess, I am a dog in heat.”

“Oh my?”

Siwoo scooped up the Countess and ran to the bedroom.

“What do I do… what do I do… what on earth should I do….”

Returning to her own bedroom, Diana couldn’t sleep and repeated ‘what do I do’ like a mantra until the afternoon approached.

This is a disaster.

A catastrophe.

The greatest obstacle in Diana Yesod’s life as an Apprentice Witch.

Of all times, to get caught by him right there.

Of course, since it was after successfully completing her first masturbation, it’s unlikely the act itself was discovered.

If it had been, it’s no joke—I would have just jumped off the terrace.

The fact that I was caught peeping at the scene of my mother’s tryst.

And that I was caught after properly positioning myself to watch from beyond the terrace.

That is the biggest problem.

The irritation and anger I briefly felt toward my mother for trying to monopolize Shin Siwoo had long since faded.

After all, human emotions tend to stem from the most significant event among the current episodes.

The jealousy-like feeling, the moment I peeked at the tryst scene, led to intense voyeuristic thrill and dizzying sexual curiosity.

And after making eye contact with Shin Siwoo, it turned into bewilderment and the desperate need to somehow smooth over this situation.

But it didn’t stop there. Memories kept flooding in.

Shin Siwoo’s muscular, naked body, my mother’s moans, her disgraceful state.

And the shadow of the male member thrusting like a spear between her thighs, the first orgasm I ever felt.

Saturated with chemical and electrical activity reaching her brain, Diana felt a drunken dizziness.

It was as if about fifty tiny Dianas had started chattering all at once in her head.

Listing the thoughts that flashed through her mind in a stream of consciousness…

Mother mustn’t find out. Such a huge phallus. Is it really okay to put it in so recklessly? For Mother to enjoy it that much… I can’t believe it… What on earth does it feel like? Surely Mother hasn’t already noticed, right? Of all times, to get caught right then… I’m ruined… How can I face him… Just a light rub and it felt that good… An Apprentice Witch should definitely stay away from men! What if he uses this as leverage… I absolutely don’t want Mother to know…

Whisper, whisper.

This and that.

Diana’s head was spinning from the endless internal conference.

A cold knocking sound cut through the confusion like a sharp blade.

• Knock knock

“Miss Diana, it’s Shin Siwoo.”

A word from the author (Author’s Note)

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