City of Witches Chapter 388

“Ha….”

Diana, who had returned from Taro Town with an armful of books, was lying face down on the bed, chin propped on a pillow.

For various reasons, her thoughts were tangled, and she had been muttering to herself in a motionless position for about three hours.

“Come to think of it…. It was my first kiss….”

‘First’ carries a great deal of meaning.

The world only remembers the number one.

The fact that words like ‘original’ or ‘pioneer’ are treated as the best is along the same lines.

Diana knew very well the significance of a first kiss.

She’d seen it a lot in her mother’s novels.

Actually, she’d thought about it before, but kissing was a very unclean act.

Why is it unpleasant to be next to someone who sneezes?

Why do people spit on the face or clothes of someone they want to insult?

It’s because saliva is dirty.

But pressing together lips, which are essentially the openings to jars of saliva.

And even further, mixing tongues that are sticky with that saliva, being called a symbol of love, was one of the biggest mysteries of Diana’s life.

What on earth is so good about that?

Diana stretched out her arm and pinched her own lips.

The moment her lips met his comes to mind.

Siwoo, who easily withstood her hanging onto his neck.

The slightly rough lips that felt soft, pliant, and unusually warm.

A heart pounding as if broken.

Not a single one of those things felt unclean.

Rather, it was like Magic that naturally made her understand a question she hadn’t been able to comprehend until now.

“…….”

The excuse of holding a weakness.

Yes, it’s an excuse.

Shin Siwoo had already proven his trustworthiness to Diana in various ways.

And Diana had trusted her promise with Siwoo based on a handshake alone.

The reason she went so far as to smash her lips against his was simply because she wanted to.

“It’s all jumbled up….”

Then why did she ask him to seduce her mother?

Why did she hand him a strategy guide and make such a request to the tutor she didn’t want to lose?

Even now, as she savored the lingering aftertaste of the kiss, Diana felt an inexplicable sense of possessiveness imagining him holding her mother.

“I should have a drink.”

This contradictory behavior must be because her love for her mother came before her feelings for Shin Siwoo.

That was the only conclusion Diana could draw for now.

The bold and bizarre proposal from Diana was put on hold for now, with the answer deferred.

“…This is really, how should I put it.”

A daughter offering her body as a reward for seducing her mother.

It was an incestuous proposal.

Of course, considering Diana’s temperament, prone to all sorts of eccentricities when impulsively triggered.

He suspected her proposal stemmed from rather simplistic thinking.

For Diana, who was innocent about relationships between men and women.

Problem 1) She doesn’t want her mother to disappear.

Solution 1) If her mother gets a new boyfriend, maybe she won’t disappear.

Problem 2) To get someone to seduce her mother, she needs to offer a good incentive.

Solution 2) Offer her body.

Trying to solve these two things simultaneously probably led to this somewhat absurd answer.

Like how the solutions proposed by innocent young children can sometimes be a bit chilling.

“Should I tell her mother about this….”

The reason why Diana stubbornly clings to her unimproved laziness.

Should he tell Countess Yesod for a fundamental solution, or should he remain silent to the end to keep faith with Diana?

This is a real dilemma.

The private study Countess Yesod had personally arranged for him.

Sitting in the chair smoking a cigarette, Siwoo’s eyes fell on the pile of books on the table.

The public enemy records and the dozen or so books Diana had picked out.

Since the tutoring time is awkward anyway, maybe I should skim through these?

Siwoo opened one of the books whose title he hadn’t even properly read until now.

“Sweeter Than Cocoa…. A romance novel?”

This book, with print that looked typeset rather than handwritten, had no leather cover and wasn’t even a hardcover.

It was exactly the kind of romance novel commoners could read without burden.

To think the Countess has such girlish hobbies.

You really can’t judge a book by its cover.

Siwoo idly flipped through the pages, reading along.

Roughly summarizing the early story, it seemed to be about a Witch who falls in love with a young man she’s been close to since her days as an Apprentice Witch.

It was his first time reading this kind of novel, and it was quite interesting.

The vocabulary was rich and the writing style good.

Expressions evoking delicate emotional lines were embedded here and there, so it wasn’t boring either.

“Huh?”

And then, around the one-quarter mark, came an explicit sex scene.

“Well, that’s possible.”

Since sexual desire is one of humanity’s fundamental desires, elements that scratch that itch easily permeate popular culture.

Just look at Korean pansori or folk songs, isn’t that the case?

What he felt while holding Countess Yesod last night was that she, too, was a woman.

Now that the image of the strict, uncompromising Orthodox Witch had blurred somewhat, it wasn’t particularly shocking to learn the Countess enjoyed reading this type of novel.

But the novel’s content gradually began to exceed Siwoo’s understanding.

The Witch, through various events, awakening to the pleasure of masochism.

And the story of her offering herself as the male protagonist’s maid and being conquered by him.

“What is this.”

All sorts of plays were featured.

Being spanked on the buttocks with a modified magic whip, outdoor exposure play, and even using adult toys procured from the Mortal Realm for various kinds of training play.

Beyond simple sweet romance, sticky and explicit sex scenes appeared one after another?

“…This is an erotic novel?”

Wondering, Siwoo quickly skimmed through the other books.

Now that he looked, all the titles seemed suspicious.

The Sadistic Delivery Man, The Bored Witch’s Dangerous Prank, The Debt-Ridden Witch’s Redemption Life, How the Butterfly Flower Falls….

Each one was incredibly high-level.

And a common feature of all the works was the dominating male and the dominated Witch.

They clearly followed this dynamic.

From the writing style to the tastes.

They were definitely written by the same author.

“This is dizzying.”

The Countess has this kind of secret taste?

More than that, it was Diana who picked out these books.

So, contrary to Siwoo’s expectations, it means Diana knows all about this stuff….

But her reaction when she saw him kissing the Twins at the Host Bar the other day was hard to believe was an act.

Did she find out since then?

While Siwoo was feeling confused.

“Mr. Siwoo? Are you there?”

The Countess entered.

3.Countess Yesod's day passed in the blink of an eye.

Lunch with Countess Deneb Zemernai after meeting Shuriya in Border Town.

Then a meeting with Duke Erelim to discuss reorganizing the academic conference's structure.

A meeting with an agent coordinating the details of Mortal Realm business operations to receive reports and give future work instructions.

Dinner with Diana.

Only after all this could the Countess finally catch her breath.

Now, only the long-awaited private tutoring session with Siwoo remained.

In fact, a somewhat 'unconventional study' was scheduled for today.

"Magic power charging through intercourse..."

Last night and this morning.

The Countess had observed that when Siwoo ejaculated, something different from common understanding occurred.

The magic power being absorbed, and simultaneously, pure, clean magic power returning, replicated multiple times.

According to him, this happens when he ejaculates inside the vagina.

The amount of magic power each Witch can store varies.

Because magic power capacity is determined by the system of the Brand and Magnetic Magic, unrelated to the Hierarchy.

Still, generally, when one reaches Arch-witch Class, it takes at least two weeks, or even over a month, to completely exhaust, absorb, and 'magnetize' all magic power.

Even using Magical Power to shorten the process, it's typically difficult to achieve within a week.

However, charging through Siwoo's ejaculation easily defied such 'common sense.'

Even if the Countess's magic power were completely empty, it would have been fully charged.

Lucy Yesod is a Witch.

Until last night, she had been somewhat neglectful, distracted by the pleasure he gave, but such a phenomenon was beginning to pique her interest sufficiently.

Therefore, today, after finishing his tutoring, they had agreed to conclude their pact by exploring the magic power charging effect.

"Perhaps..."

Though it's research, the essence is still sex.

Tonight, she would be held in his sturdy arms again, likely showing an utterly embarrassed expression.

Though using research as a pretext, she worried if requesting sex consecutively like this might make her seem like a woman who was too eager.

Even though it wasn't tutoring time yet, how would it look in his eyes if she went to him, acting coy...?

It's a bit embarrassing.

"This is for research..."

But this is for research!

After roughly finishing her self-justification, Countess Yesod opened the door to the study.

"Mr. Siwoo? Are you here?"

As soon as she opened the door and entered, she saw Siwoo suddenly becoming flustered.

With a rustling sound, the things sprawled on the desk vanished, wrapped in a dark ribbon.

"O-oh, you're here? It's still early... I guess your work finished quickly."

Moreover, his posture, sitting stiffly and awkwardly, forcing a smile at the Countess...

It was somewhat suspicious.

"My, my?"

Receiving the Countess's curious gaze, his demeanor became even more awkward.

He gets so rough once he's on the bed, but seeing him like this, he's just gentle.

That gap made the Countess even more excited, though.

"It seems like you're hiding something... Am I mistaken?"

"That's... unlikely."

Grin.

A playful smile forms at the corner of the Countess's mouth.

Could he have been... pleasuring himself while thinking of her?

Perhaps he might have secretly brought something like the Countess's underwear.

"Weren't you doing something secretive by yourself?"

"That's unlikely. This is a study, after all."

"Then, will you show me what you hid?"

"Hid...?"

"I saw it all. You tidied the desk with a ribbon as soon as I entered."

The Countess, wearing heels that clicked, sat on the desk where Siwoo was seated.

Right below the desk, scattered books.

Just by looking at the damaged covers, where the paper quality or titles were hard to discern, they weren't academic magic books.

"Books?"

"Countess, it's not what you think..."

Seeing Siwoo noticeably flustered and trying to divert the conversation as soon as her gaze fell on the books, the Countess smiled.

How cute.

Was he reading something like a sensual novel?

"What book could our Mr. Siwoo have been reading so enjoyably...?"

The Countess, using telekinesis, took a book in her hand.

"...ly?"

As soon as she saw the title, the Countess failed to control her expression.

With trembling eyes, she scanned the titles of the remaining books.

"......"

She was at a loss for words.

Because the books scattered under his desk were all sensual novels personally authored by Countess Yesod.

"H-how, how do you have these, Mr. Siwoo?"

"...Is this really your taste...?"

"N-no! Of course, it's true I authored them...! But creative activities and an author's desires are separate things! Mr. Siwoo! How dare! Are you, are you trying to insult me, Lucy Yesod?"

"I had no intention of insulting you, but..."

"Aah... aah..."

The Countess, unable to bear the shame, covered her face.

She couldn't begin to guess how those works had ended up in his hands, but she just felt her face was burning.

Every line, every scene from the novels she had written in the past flashed through her mind like a panorama.

Hadn't Siwoo seen all of her embarrassing hobby, written for self-satisfaction alone?

The dignity of a Countess.

The authority of an older woman.

She felt the facade she had barely maintained shattering into pieces.

"......"

The books Diana had gotten for him.

Who would have thought they were novels personally written by the Countess.

Siwoo was somewhat taken aback.

"I don't really mind. Truly."

"...Just a moment... leave me alone..."

Siwoo patted the Countess's shoulder, and she had to swallow her shame for a long while, crouched down.