City of Witches Chapter 94

Amelia couldn't hide her complicated emotions.

Already troubled by Shin Siwoo's issues, the twins delivered an additional blow.

'Professor, actually... we once secretly gave you the Potion of Eros.'

Odil and Odette bowed their heads so low they nearly touched the ground, confessing everything to Amelia.

The gist was simple.

Amelia had consumed a love potion made from Siwoo's cum.

At the time, there were no effects, and since it seemed like nothing more than a botched potion, they thought it wouldn't be a big issue and let it slide.

'We don't know what might have happened when we mixed it into your tea... When we tested it, there was quite a bit of individual variation... We thought perhaps you might still be under the potion's effects.'

'We thought you should know too.'

'We're sorry, Professor... We'll accept any punishment...'

Having visited the mansion for months, the twins had also observed Amelia's behavior.

They vaguely sensed that the intensity of Amelia's feelings toward Siwoo seemed too profound to stem merely from guilt.

Seeing her suffer excessively because of Siwoo, tormented by guilt, they went to Sophia, explained the whole situation, and came to confess honestly to Amelia as well.

The effects and mechanisms of mysterious potions vary immensely.

Since they aren't chemical reactions that can be empirically verified like drugs, they are nearly impossible to unravel, being incredibly complex.

If it had been poison, the Brand's Autonomous Defense System would have filtered it out.

However, something like the Potion of Eros acts as a kind of 'buff' that amplifies emotions, making it undetectable even by Amelia's Autonomous Defense.

Amelia was stunned.

To think all of this was nothing but a false delusion.

The displeasure she felt watching Siwoo fool around with the twins.

The panic that made her flee, not knowing what to do with his anger.

The sense of liberation when she realized her feelings for him late and ran to call his name.

The sorrow that made her cry out when she thought she had lost him.

The fear she felt at the warning that he might be different from before.

The helplessness upon hearing she had to mingle bodies with Yebin to heal him.

All of it a lie?

Was it all just the potion's effect?

'But that might not necessarily be the case... The potion's description also said, "The potion's effects do not manifest if the target is already in love with the subject"...'

Odette's added explanation.

The potion's effects do not manifest if the target is already in love with the subject...

Then, does that mean she was already in love with him when she drank the potion?

Amelia shook her head.

It was true her attention had been caught by the audacious slave who dared refuse a Witch's Night Service proposal.

Afterward, she saw his sincerity in carrying out any order without cunning.

Even when she saw him occasionally complain, thoughts like 'How dare a mere slave!' crossed her mind, but she didn't exactly dislike him.

As time passed, his face would pop into her mind for no reason.

But that was it.

That was clearly not as intense an emotion as what she felt now, Amelia reflected.

'Get out.'

Too shocked to even get properly angry, Amelia chased out the twins and Sophia.

Because she was seized by such extreme confusion.

Perhaps, as the twins said, because of the Potion of Eros.

Perhaps, as Sophia said, because it was the first time she had ever felt such an emotion.

Was she foolishly continuing to be deceived by her own lies?

"........."

Recognizing the potion's influence is difficult.

But once aware, purging its effects wasn't hard.

It's similar to the technique of dispersing the Fragrance of Fatigue.

With just a snap of her fingers, she could erase all effects right now.

Amelia raised her fingers, poised to snap.

Then lowered them.

This single snap could make everything easier.

This heavy heart.

The guilt of failing to protect him.

The sense of debt for having made him suffer.

The oppressive weight that kept her awake no matter how much Fragrance of Fatigue she used.

The fear of an unpredictable outcome.

And.

The warmth felt when holding his hand.

The pounding heart when smelling his body scent.

The longing to hear even his angry voice.

The love—yes, the emotion worthy of being called love—that made her feel not alone just by thinking of him.

All would vanish like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind.

Siwoo would become a personal slave, and Amelia his dedicated Associate Professor.

Amelia weakly lowered her raised hand and clutched her chest.

"I don't want... to lose it..."

Even if it's just a delusion.

No matter how painful, how difficult.

"I don't want to forget it either..."

This belongs to Amelia Marigold.

No one can take it away or touch it without permission.

Much less could she possibly destroy everything with her own hands.

-Tap tap tap

Then, footsteps sounded from outside.

It was Yebin's footsteps ascending from the guest room on the first floor to the second via the central staircase.

Unconsciously, Amelia pressed herself against the door.

Tonight was the scheduled time for Siwoo's surgery, as Yebin had explained at noon.

Cracking the door open slightly, she saw Yebin's back as she walked toward his room.

"........."

It was a thin, single-layer dress that revealed her skin clearly under the moonlight.

A fact she only knew intellectually now struck her heart.

Now, she would press her flesh against Siwoo's.

She would offer him her body's deepest parts and exchange bodily fluids.

-Thud

The door closed.

Gnawing her lips several times and hesitating, Amelia cautiously left her room.

As soon as Yebin entered Siwoo's room, she let out a deep sigh.

Although she had spent over ten hours a day in this room for treatment, today it felt strangely unfamiliar.

Perhaps because today she was becoming a true adult—no, a doctor.

"Really, what a troublesome situation..."

Yebin awkwardly looked down at her attire.

Since it wasn't actual intercourse anyway, she hadn't planned to undress completely, so she chose what seemed the most comfortable from the provided clothes, but...

The hem was too short, clearly revealing her healthy thighs.

Moreover, it had no sleeves, and the shoulder straps were loose, seeming like they'd slip off any moment.

Whether the fact that penetration would be possible immediately after removing just her panties was a plus or not was debatable.

"Should I have worn something over this?"

It's a bit cold.No matter how firmly I had resolved myself, perhaps because I was still steeped in the lament of 'My first time being like this...', my thoughts were shorter than usual.

However, feeling unsettled didn't mean I could run away now that I had come this far.

I had already manually removed my hymen for the sake of a successful procedure.

When I thought back to myself crouched in the bathroom with my fingers inside my genitals, it was a bit, well... a bit...

"Pathetic..."

Yebin suddenly felt a little gloomy.

She had learned that hymens vary in shape from woman to woman, and in her case, there was almost no bleeding.

The pain of rupture was also practically nonexistent.

Having finished showering for the first time in a while without using Magic, in a mood of ritual purification, Yebin tied up her long, loose hair into a ponytail.

"Mr. Shin Siwoo, you're nervous, right? I'm nervous too."

It would be a lie to say she wasn't tense.

Moreover, thinking that she was planning to climb on top of the man lying silently on the bed of her own accord added its own layer of desolation to the situation.

To somehow lessen that awkwardness, Yebin rambled on with pointless chatter.

Living alone had also made her prone to talking to herself more often.

"I'm going to take your pants off."

Since they were loose patient pants, as soon as Yebin pulled them down slightly, his lower body was revealed with a brief, catching sensation.

"Wow..."

She had already examined and felt his body several times, so she knew roughly the size of his genitals.

Until then, she had never once blushed or had any strange thoughts.

With a person's life hanging in the balance, getting flustered over a mere cock was a ridiculous thing.

But perhaps today was different because a slightly different act was being added?

The thing she had only thought of as 'male genitalia' looked a little different today.

Yebin idly spread her hand and compared it to his thing.

It was almost the same length as from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger.

"Mr. Siwoo, I knew it, but it really is big. Oh my, is this sexual harassment?"

"........."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"........."

"I wonder if you have any experience?"

"........."

"Sleeping Prince, if you just sleep so soundly like that, won't it be a waste? Doing it with someone as pretty as me."

"........."

Naturally, there was no reply.

She hadn't expected one in the first place, and Yebin picked up the reagent she had brought beforehand.

It was a preparation, like the gel used in ultrasound examinations, so that Yebin, as the probe, could receive his thoughts and the Wave of Magical Power without error.

Incidentally, it was suitably slick and perfectly qualified as a sexual lubricant too.

"I'm sorry, but please don't think too badly of me. I've lost a lot too."

Anyway, since she was doing this without even asking for the person's consent, she offered a small apology.

First, she scooped a sufficient amount of gel onto her hand and applied it evenly to Siwoo's thing.

The soft cock rolled on the gel, on her hand.

It had no hair at all, as if waxed.

It was like looking at a Western adult video actor's thing.

"First, like this... maybe?"

Yebin grabbed Siwoo's limp cock with her hand.

It was already soft, but with the gel added, it felt like a precarious sensation, as if it might slip away at any moment.

"And, up and down..."

-Squish squish squish

Every time her hand met his lower abdomen, it made an incredibly embarrassing sound.

Yebin moved her arm slowly up and down, observing Siwoo's reaction.

It was so she could stop immediately if he became overly excited or showed any outwardly visible abnormal reactions.

However, Siwoo still gazed at the sky with a peaceful expression.

Instead, only the thing held in Yebin's hand began to swell vigorously.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

With each movement, it grew a little bigger, a little hotter, a little harder.

Less than three minutes after Yebin started the handjob, his thing had become fully erect and glistening.

"It's too big...?"

Even from the start, she had thought, 'But isn't this a bit big?'

His vigorously grown thing displayed a terrifying majesty.

Exaggerating a bit, the glans the size of a baby's fist and the menacing length of the shaft, which looked long even though it curved slightly upward, startled Yebin.

It had already grown beyond a size that could be expressed by comparing it to a hand or anything else.

"Uh...."

Yebin let go of the cock from her hand.

She blinked, then brought her hand to her stomach to compare.

"Here, about here?"

Simply in terms of length, it almost reached above Yebin's navel.

By this point, she was starting to feel a bit scared.

".......Hmm..."

Yebin, who had furrowed her straight brows and fallen into thought.

However, she soon made a big decision and climbed onto the bed.

It wasn't like a lovers' intercourse anyway, and since the thing was erect, all that was left was to insert it and attempt the telepathic connection.

If she could receive his ejaculation, it would be perfectly okay.

"Ah, right."

Yebin applied the remaining gel on her hand to her Boji, spreading it little by little.

Even though sufficient lubricant had been applied to the genitals, this was Yebin's first experience.

To avoid pain, she thought she herself needed this much preparation.

"Well then, excuse me...."

As she gently lifted the thin hem of her dress, Yebin's firm buttocks were revealed.

Following her thighs, brimming with healthy beauty, down, there was a thin garment.

Between the pubic hair, slightly dampened by the gel, a pure Boji, still without any male experience, awaited insertion.

"Is this right...?"

Reaching her hand behind her buttocks, she aimed Siwoo's thing between her legs.

As his hot glans gently tickled her petals, her heart began to flutter for no reason.

Crouching over Siwoo in a position as if to urinate, Yebin began to slowly lower her waist, meticulously reviewing in her mind the method of riding she had studied in preparation.

Author's Note (Author's Afterword)

Fucking Yebin, wow~