City of Witches Chapter 46

Odil tossed and turned all night.

As she shifted restlessly, she glanced to the side and saw Odette's profile, fast asleep beside her, so deeply that she wouldn't notice even if carried away.

"Phew-hoo..."

Just to be sure, she poked Odette's cheek a few times, but only a faint, escaping breath was heard. Odette didn't even blink an eye, traveling through dreamland.

Odil quietly sat up and leaned her back against the headboard.

Until not long ago, Odil wasn't much different from Odette.

Once her head hit the pillow, she'd fall asleep within a minute and then sleep soundly without waking once.

But over the past few days, things she had taken for granted had changed.

Even resting her head on the soft feather pillow didn't bring drowsiness.

Instead, all sorts of distracting thoughts and idle musings that hadn't surfaced during the day crept in, one by one, to disrupt her.

"How can you be so unaffected?"

It had been since the day she personally verified the effects of the Potion of Eros.

After abducting him in the garden, they spent a hot, intense time inside the carriage.

Intoxicated by the potion, she clung to him, flirted, and ended up doing something she shouldn't have.

Something unbelievable and shocking—putting his thing in her back hole and even taking his seed.

Though heavily intoxicated by the Mysterious Potion, the memory of that time was vivid.

The pounding in her chest she felt just from pressing close to him.

The joy of feeling united with him, even amidst the pain.

And the warm pleasure that bloomed faintly inside her body.

She wished she could forget it entirely, but the memory of that time refused to let Odil go.

"Hmm..."

After the secret rendezvous ended and she returned, she visited the bathroom for the first time in a while.

Even as she expelled his cum from behind, dwelling in shame, she hadn't had thoughts like these.

Odil stepped lightly off the bed and cautiously slipped outside, like a cat walking through a night alley.

It was still the time when the maids might be about.

Odil rarely wandered around at such a late hour, so running into them wouldn't be good.

And she knew many quiet, unfrequented places in this mansion.

For instance, the old library where all sorts of ancient books were piled up like mountains.

Odil ran soundlessly down the corridor, illuminated only by moonlight, glanced around, and slipped into the old library.

This library was a playground the Gemernai Family had gifted to the Twins, who were full of curiosity.

It was a place filled with Magic books whose research was already complete or very old texts. Even a brief browse revealed many interesting books, though their academic value wasn't particularly high.

Odil first rushed to the window, drew the blackout curtain, and lit the ornamental flame in the lantern.

This way, no light would leak outside.

From the shelves packed with books, she pulled out one that seemed particularly well-thumbed.

"Good."

Choosing a sofa, Odil placed the book and lantern that had been scattered on it onto the floor, then lay down on the sofa with a determined expression.

The book she had chosen was one Odil had secretly read and hidden repeatedly, away from Odette.

It seemed to be a sensual book that had accidentally slipped in while the Master was gifting all sorts of books.

The title was 'The Perverted Deliveryman'.

It was about a Witch who, unable to bear boredom, brings a milk deliveryman into her home to research love, doing this and that with him.

Comprising 12 chapters, the content was anything but ordinary from the very first chapter.

Enough that if the timid Odette saw it, she'd likely feel dizzy and collapse immediately.

Odil unnecessarily glanced around once, then pulled down her drawers to her thighs.

Leaning her back against the armrest, she held the book open with one hand supporting its center.

Even before doing anything, her heart was thumping wildly.

Chapter 1 was already read, so she skipped it.

Chapter 2, The Rear Hole of Depravity.

For Odil, ignorant of sexuality, it was the shocking chapter that taught her women and men could become one from behind as well.

And it was also the biggest culprit that gave Odil an unforgettable first experience.

Odil sucked one finger, wetting it with saliva.

Then she slowly began to roll the little bud.

"Ah... haa..."

It didn't take long for Odil, with her excellent concentration, to become absorbed in the book's content.

Each time the adorable Clitoris peeked out, lifting its outer layer bit by bit, and was pressed by her firm fingertip, her breath quickened and the ecstasy grew.

The shadow of the reclining girl swayed and danced along with the lantern's light.

It felt good indeed.

The physical rapture, sweeter than the chocolate cake she'd discovered not long ago.

Odil's eyes raced through the sensual book.

[The hard, rigid meat spear violated the Witch's impure hole. The overlapping shadows, tarnishing the noble Witch's body, brought a shadowy, lewd pleasure. With pulling, pushing, thrusting motions of his waist, the Witch's hair danced. Over the back of the Witch's hand gripping the sheets, sighs of ecstasy poured forth.]

The deliveryman, initially seduced by the Witch, soon realized.

That the outwardly wise and clever Witch was actually an innocent woman who knew nothing of the world.

Realizing this, the deliveryman slowly began to dye the Witch in his own colors.

The part Odil was reading now was about the Witch, having offered her back hole due to the deliveryman's trickery, sinking into new sensations of pleasure.

Odil stroked the petals from which sticky, honey-like love juice seeped.

"Haa..."

A commoner, yet conquering a Witch in bed.

Such a book was no better than trash, worse than kindling.

But Odil couldn't burn this book.

Because it kept sparking her curiosity.

Coincidentally, the book's content reached the part where the deliveryman grabbed the Witch's waist and thrust his thing pang pang into her back hole.

Odil, having coated her finger generously with love juice, swallowed hard and slightly lifted her hips.

Then, into the unclean hole—the perception of it as a dirty hole hadn't faded, even though as a Half-Spirit Body, she hadn't needed to use the bathroom for over ten years—she slowly pushed her finger inside.

"Ouch!"

It hurt.

It hurt terribly and felt unpleasant.

Maybe it was because it was the first time.

When she received the assistant's thing, the first time was almost all pain too.

Thinking that, Odil diligently moved her finger.

Her throat parched.

Her heart pounding thump-thump-thump with the awareness that she was doing something shameful.

"Ugh..."

But soon, Odil closed the book and pulled out her finger.

"This is strange..."I'm in a terrible mood.

All I feel is a strange and unpleasant sense of foreignness, with no overlap whatsoever with the sensations from before.

Is it because there's a lack of love?

Back then, Odil felt intense love for Siwoo.

Is it because that love is absent that I can't feel anything?

But the Witch in the book doesn't love the deliveryman.

Yet, it's written that she panted like a beast and cried out in a voice dripping with coquetry like a prostitute.

Odil put her clothes on.

The curiosity that had grown immensely over the past few days granted Odil tremendous motivation for action.

I should go see the Assistant right now.

It had already been a week since Siwoo was reassigned from being a city hall slave assigned as an Academy caretaker to being Amelia's personal slave.

Significant changes had occurred in Siwoo's daily life as well.

First, he was liberated from the various miscellaneous tasks that were bone-crushingly hard but offered not even a speck of reward.

Things like cleaning the corridors, unclogging suddenly blocked drains, or having to cut down tree branches broken by sudden storms.

He no longer had to shoulder tasks that made him think, "Why the hell am I doing this?"

There were also slight changes in his work hours and form.

When he was a caretaker, after finishing about 12 hours of work a day, his free time was guaranteed. In contrast, the Assistant's work showed no signs of ending even late into the night.

Furthermore, since he shared every meal with Amelia at the same table, the quality of his meals had dramatically improved. He could sleep and wash in a single room that rivaled a hotel.

This was the greatest happiness.

That's not to say his workload increased.

On the contrary, the intensity of the work had clearly decreased, and he could even feel about an hour of free time here and there, so overall, he could say he was satisfied.

"Hmm..."

Even this time, sitting on the windowsill smoking a cigarette at the end of the day, was a luxury unimaginable during his caretaker days.

"But what do I do about this?"

However, the biggest problem remained.

He simply had no time to research Magic.

He hadn't even been able to retrieve the Magic Circle draft and the Magical Power still left in the stable.

For one, during work hours, there was no time to make a round trip comfortably, and it wasn't advisable to cut back on sleep and go out at night either.

From what Siwoo had observed by her side, Amelia, true to being in the late stages of Magic addiction, hardly ever slept, and even if she did go to bed, she wouldn't lie down until 4 AM.

If he were caught going out or returning in the middle of the night for no reason and they found a pretext, the loss would be significant, so he was thinking of waiting for a better timing.

That would probably be tomorrow.

The day off returning after a week.

The manual also stated that on days off, one didn't have to perform auxiliary duties, so there was nothing particularly problematic.

Should I slowly start washing up and going to bed now?

Just as he was about to close the window, a voice suddenly reached him.

"Hello, Assistant?"

Siwoo promptly dropped his cigarette.

At first, he thought he was seeing things.

Because it was 1 AM, this was Amelia's mansion, and it was even the second floor.

But seeing Odil suddenly floating right in front of the window, wasn't that reaction understandable?

"Were you very surprised? It was meant to be a surprise visit. Success!"

Instantly, an enormous number of thoughts flooded his mind.

Amidst complex thoughts and worries, burdensome feelings and awkwardness, confusion and absurdity, Siwoo barely managed to pick out something to say.

"What brings you here?"

"I ran away from home."

"You ran away. When day breaks, Gemernai and Odette will worry, so please return home. Odette isn't here, right? Then, I'll be going now."

Just as Siwoo was about to firmly close the window, Odil's slender hand firmly grabbed the windowsill.

"Wait, wait!"

"Please be quiet...! Lady Amelia is still awake!"

"Then I'll be quiet, so let me in first."

Siwoo, trying to minimize any commotion lest the current incident be discovered, and Odil, determined to get into the room regardless.

Which side had the advantage was clear.

Siwoo had no choice but to open the window, and Odil landed softly in the room like an angel.

He felt dizzy and disoriented.

He had no idea why she had come all the way here, and he couldn't quite grasp how precarious this situation was.

A slave letting an Apprentice Witch into his room late at night?

Moreover, Odil was only wearing a cloak over her pure white underwear.

That is to say, she was dressed only in a white nightgown with abundant lace and drawers.

What would Amelia think if she found out about this?

"Don't worry, Assistant, I came wrapped in the 'song of tranquility'. Any commotion I cause won't be detected."

As if having read Siwoo's worries in advance, Odil offered a consolation that wasn't quite consolation only after achieving her goal of entering the room.

Without realizing it, Siwoo took out another cigarette.

"Lady Odil, please, for my sake, go back like this. Didn't I tell you there would be no more secret meetings?"

"I know, I know, that's not why I came."

Odil first calmed Siwoo, who was reacting almost to the point of a fit.

"I just came because I became curious about something."

Of course, she had absolutely no intention of going back as is, considering his circumstances.

A Word from the Author (Author's Note)

Adults only can view this. Too bothersome!