City of Witches Chapter 76

“Then let’s put this aside for now. You don’t need to figure everything out today, right?”

“Phew... okay.”

Amelia stubbornly refused to acknowledge the root of her feelings toward Siwoo.

For instance, no matter how much Sophia tried to guide her after asking, ‘Why don’t you want to let Shin Siwoo leave?’, Amelia only repeated childish answers like ‘Because he’s mine.’

She wouldn’t even utter words like affection, goodwill, or liking, let alone love.

It seemed the rigid, witch-like self within her could never admit to having special feelings for a slave.

No, to be more precise, she was probably confused about what that special feeling even was.

“Anyway, you don’t want Assistant Shin Siwoo to leave, right?”

“I’ll admit that.”

“Then what should we do? The fact that he’s been preparing for more than a day or two means his determination to escape is quite firm.”

After pondering, Amelia opened her mouth.

“We can confiscate his Magic Research materials and Magical Power and keep him under strict surveillance so he can’t do anything foolish.”

“Amelia, do you really think that’s the right way?”

Sophia made a shocked expression.

“Even if he can use Magic, he’s still a slave...”

“And then what? Of course, if we do as you say, the Assistant won’t be able to leave you. But he’ll come to hate you, intensely and profoundly. Didn’t you ask me before how to get along well with the Assistant?”

“..........”

While speaking, Sophia realized.

No matter how childlike Amelia might be, she couldn’t possibly be unaware of that obvious fact.

She was just throwing a tantrum over questions and answers that weren’t resolving as she wished.

Further conversation probably wouldn’t be very meaningful.

Sophia judged that she had pushed the pace too quickly.

“This seems to be the last piece of advice I can give you.”

“What is it?”

“Do things he likes. Show him that you regret and reflect on your past mistakes. Show him that you want to be close to him.”

“....Do you really think that makes sense?”

One characteristic of people who have lived alone for a long time is that they are incredibly stubborn.

In that sense, Sophia didn’t expect Amelia to accept all her advice at once either.

But still, someone had to give her a push, didn’t they?

“Of course, the choice is yours.”

After the consultation, which lasted much longer than expected.

Sophia, standing by the small window, watched Amelia’s retreating back.

Her steps looked terribly stifled.

Even as she walked out the door, Amelia seemed completely unresolved.

Witches cannot have children, but if one had a daughter who reached puberty, wouldn’t it feel something like this?

Amelia was emotionally immature.

Far too long a period of solitude had made her that way.

She didn’t know how to form proper relationships with others, and she couldn’t even properly recognize her own emotions.

Love was the most troublesome of human emotions.

There was no way Amelia could understand its complexity all at once.

And it wasn’t something one could learn just by being taught.

Sometimes losing sleep from excitement, sometimes heartache, sometimes tormenting confusion that made your head feel like bursting—you had to learn it firsthand.

Therefore, the advice Sophia could give was also very commonsensical and obvious.

If she explained everything, wouldn’t Amelia just end up coming to Sophia again whenever a similar problem arose?

“Still, I spoke kindly. I hope it works out well.”

Thus, what Sophia could offer wasn’t the answer.

Merely a direction.

How to solve this problem was up to Amelia.

Naturally, there would be mistakes.

Unexpected things she hadn’t anticipated would happen, and things would flow differently from her intentions.

“It’s unsettling, but...”

But what could be done?

“That’s love.”

She thought meeting Sophia would make her feel a little better.

While Amelia’s Hierarchy in Magic was higher than Sophia’s, Sophia, having roamed the Mortal Realm and gained much experience, often offered quite wise advice.

However, after the consultation, Amelia’s mind had become even more tangled.

It felt like she was now burdened with additional aspects she hadn’t considered or hadn’t thought of before.

Having returned to the mansion before she knew it, Amelia climbed the central staircase bathed in morning sunlight.

To the left here was Amelia’s room.

To the right was Shin Siwoo’s room.

Standing at the fork, Sophia’s advice suddenly came to mind.

Perhaps because her gaze had unconsciously landed on his door.

‘Do things he likes.’

Things he likes.

What naturally replayed in Amelia’s mind was the image of Siwoo, overcome with pleasure while receiving Odil’s Fellatio.

Do things he likes?

In Amelia’s mind, where a hazy fantasy unfolded, Odil’s figure was replaced by her own.

Displeasure.

Amelia, frowning deeply, strode briskly into her room.

“Do I look like someone who would do such a thing?”

Muttering to no one in particular, Amelia huffed indignantly for no reason.

It’s a vulgar act.

Kneeling before a man solely for his pleasure and sucking that filthy place.

“.........”

But he liked it so much.

The reason Siwoo, whom the witch hadn’t even glanced at before, suddenly grew closer was probably because of that too.

Amelia fell into contemplation.

Of course, even if the sky split in two, she had no intention of putting his thing in her mouth.

A glance.

“...Ahem.”

What caught Amelia’s eye were the glass bottles filling the cabinet, shaped like blunt cylinders.

They were one of the materials Amelia used when making Fragrance, essential oils extracted directly from plants and animals.

Amelia rose on her tiptoes and took out one glass bottle.

Its round shape, its thickness and length.

It didn’t have a part like a turtle’s head, but roughly speaking, wasn’t it somewhat similar to Siwoo’s thing?

She had observed his erect penis not just yesterday but during several lessons.

Do things he likes.

Do things he likes.

Do things he likes.

Do things he likes.

Sophia’s advice repeated in her mind, leaving countless echoes and howlings.

She couldn’t get closer through cigarettes, clothes, or cake.

Then what about this?

Was she being stubborn in the wrong place, just as Sophia had said?Amelia swallowed her saliva and slightly opened her mouth.

This is absolutely not some kind of practice.

There's no way she, a baroness and a Witch, would do such a vulgar thing for him.

She's just trying it out because she's curious about how it would feel.

Having concluded her thoughts, Amelia stuck out her tongue and licked the base of the vial containing the essential oil.

Her soft tongue crawled over the smooth glass bottle.

As expected, there's no particular sensation at this level.

Amelia slightly increased the proactivity of the act.

If she recalls what Odil did, it was roughly like this.

Holding the bottle with both hands, she carefully pushed it into her mouth.

It was quite challenging.

She had to open her mouth wide enough to dislocate her jaw, and as the space inside her mouth narrowed, she could only breathe through her nose.

"Hmph... hmm... hmm..."

Is this how it's done?

Holding the bottle with the oil sloshing inside, she tentatively moved her head.

There were a few unpleasant sensations of the glass clinking, but surprisingly, the movement itself wasn't difficult.

-Slurp... sluuurp...

In fact, considering only the difficulty of the act itself, it wasn't a hard task.

After thoroughly disinfecting his thing, all she had to do was suck on this glass bottle like this.

His thing, which when held in her hand, felt hard, large, and strangely lewd-looking...

Suddenly, a strange feeling came over her.

A sensation she had never felt in her life.

It tickled as if bugs were crawling through her blood vessels.

The tips of her hands and feet tingled, and her lower abdomen felt oddly twisted.

"...Hmm..."

Amelia, with the glass bottle in her mouth, pondered.

She began to seriously move her head back and forth.

-Slurp... sluu... sluuurp...

A sound similar to when Odil was sucking on his thing emerged.

Since it was unpleasant when her teeth touched the bottle, she kept her mouth as wide open as possible and moved diligently.

Each time, the strange sensation that had been tickling her body since earlier grew stronger.

True to being a first-rate Witch, one of the best, Amelia's mind had already perfectly begun to depict last night's secret rendezvous.

When Odil moved her head back and forth like this, Siwoo would scrunch up his face as if feeling good.

If she kept stimulating him in that state, he would probably spray his milky baby batter.

Was it because she kept moving with something in her mouth?

Somehow, her breathing became a little labored.

It felt like she was breathing with only half her lungs.

Without realizing it, Amelia had hunched her posture and pulled her thighs tightly together.

Her hand instinctively moved toward between her legs.

Because she suddenly felt like it was itchy there.

Scratching such an area was not a refined action at all, but it seemed like it would feel very relieving.

Just as she was about to reach her hand under the thin fabric of her Nightgown.

A sound came from behind.

"Lady Amelia."

"Eek!"

Like strolling through a dream garden, the sense of reality she had lost returned.

Amelia hurriedly pulled the bottle from her mouth and turned around.

There stood Siwoo, with a bewildered expression, having tried to say something but now speechless.

"......."

"......."

How lost in thought had she been?

She hadn't even closed the door when she entered the room.

She hadn't even heard a single sound of him opening the door and walking down the corridor.

-Crash!

The bottle in Amelia's hand slipped powerlessly and shattered.

It's still okay.

She had her back to the door.

He, who had just entered the room, probably couldn't see clearly what she had been doing.

"I'll clean it up."

Seeing the shattered bottle, Siwoo rushed over in a fluster.

"A-ah... no! No!"

"Huh?"

Amelia, flustered beyond measure, raised her voice to stop Siwoo.

Startled by this unfamiliar side of Amelia, Siwoo stopped in his tracks.

Even though the bottle was shattered, what if it was obvious? That was Amelia's saliva generously smeared all over it.

He might have discovered it while picking up the glass shards.

If that happened, even Siwoo, who hadn't seen the detailed situation, might have caught on.

"I'll clean it up."

As Amelia recited a spell, the shattered fragments and the puddle of oil that had spread on the floor neatly flew into the trash bin.

Amelia let out a small sigh of relief inwardly.

"What is it?"

Amelia sat down, crossing her legs, putting on the most nonchalant expression she could muster.

The unfortunate thing was that it wasn't a chair but a side table, and coincidentally, there was a lamp for auxiliary lighting right there.

-Crash!

The lamp, pushed by Amelia's buttocks, fell to the floor and met its demise by shattering upon impact, just like the glass bottle earlier.

The biggest cause of death was that it happened to be a spot without a carpet.

"........."

Amelia sighed and then neatly tidied it up with Magic, just like before.

Amelia, now looking at Siwoo with her arms crossed, feigning composure again.

After a moment of hesitation, Siwoo opened his mouth.

"I did have something to tell you... but I'm sorry, you seem busy. I'll tell you later."

"........."

"Then, I'll take my leave for now. I'll see you again later."

-Creeak thud!

The door closed.

And seeing Siwoo's unbearably awkward behavior, Amelia had an intuition.

That he had witnessed the entire situation.

"Oooh......."

It was the absolute worst-case scenario.

Amelia, feeling like crying, stared at the floor for a long time with her face flushed bright red.

Author's Note (Afterword)

@@@To the person who created the Witch's City document on Namuwiki, please leave a comment@@@

What follows are the things I find most burdensome to hear:

"You could become a professional writer" => Because if I do, I'll fail.

"Your writing skills are good" => Because my writing skills aren't good.

"Instead of erotic novels, you should write something else..." => Because if I do, I'll fail.