City of Witches Chapter 97

“Ah.....”

“.........”

What kind of Magic could kill oneself?

That was the first thought that came to Yebin’s mind after Amelia’s sharp ambush, reminiscent of a narcotics squad.

She wouldn’t be a virgin anymore anyway.

Would there really be anything to regret if she died like this?

In the silence that pierced like a dagger, Yebin quietly pulled her finger out from where it was being devoured by her Boji.

An unusually large amount of love juice trickled out, which she hastily wiped on her dress hem before straightening her posture.

Normally, upon seeing such a scene, one would either not enter or, even if they accidentally entered, would leave—that would be the common reaction. Yet Amelia, still with her arms crossed, watched Yebin fumblingly adjust her panties.

Of course, Yebin didn’t have the mental capacity left to criticize her attitude.

“S-sorry....”

She wasn’t sure what exactly she was apologizing for, but she apologized anyway.

“.........”

Even with the apology, Amelia’s stern expression showed no sign of softening.

Amelia, who had been troubled all night, sought out Yebin as soon as day broke.

She wanted to ask whether Siwoo’s recovery was truly progressing smoothly, and if it was possible to reduce the frequency of treatments.

-Knock knock knock

-Knock knock knock

However, despite multiple knocks, Yebin’s voice didn’t respond.

Even though there was clearly a presence inside.

Unable to wait any longer, Amelia opened the door and entered.

If last night’s incident hadn’t happened, she probably wouldn’t have resorted to such rough behavior.

She would have assumed Yebin was attending to personal matters and returned later.

But Amelia’s dissatisfaction with Yebin had already peaked.

There are emotions that, even when you know they’re unavoidable, you simply cannot accept.

“..........”

“Ugh...ung...uuum....”

The moment she opened the door, what entered Amelia’s vision was a large butt.

It was Yebin Smirna, wiggling her plump buttocks while thrusting her fingers into a part of her anatomy she had never looked at closely before, squirming.

Her posture—face buried deep in a pillow with only her buttocks raised—was utterly ridiculous, but Amelia felt a rage as if a thousand fires were boiling within her.

Did that hole receive Siwoo’s thing and his cum?

Did she call his name recklessly while drowning in pleasure?

And after all that, she returns to her room and masturbates alone?

She knows that masturbation is something that shouldn’t be seen by others, something that deserves more privacy respect than excretion.

But Amelia couldn’t bear it.

Because bringing Yebin here was the only way to save Siwoo.

It was never to make him an object of pleasure or desire.

Of course, short of using powerful confession Magic, there’s no way to precisely prove Yebin’s true intentions.

Amelia had no intention of going that far either.

After all, it was Amelia who had brought her here, and Yebin not only held Siwoo’s lifeline but was also responsible for improving his condition from near-corpse to what it is now.

So she was barely holding back.

Still, seeing her squirm a bit would probably satisfy her.

Yebin, her face red like a boiled octopus, demurely clasped her hands between her thighs, pressing down her fluttering dress.

“How frivolous, lacking even basic decency. Is this what all Exiles are like?”

The accumulated emotions transformed into venomous words and poured onto Yebin.

Yebin flinched as if stabbed by an awl, trembling and bowing her head even deeper.

She couldn’t bring herself to look Amelia straight in the face.

Strictly speaking, the one at fault was Amelia, who barged into Yebin’s room unannounced and witnessed her masturbating...

But Yebin also understood what Amelia was thinking.

She had a 20-year accumulation of drama-watching experience since childhood, filled with ‘kill that bitch, save that bitch’ plots.

She didn’t need it explained how she must look in Amelia’s ice-cold eyes.

“S-sorry... Baron.”

As she repeatedly bowed her head in apology, Amelia seemed to cool down a bit.

She let out a deep sigh and spoke to Yebin.

“I am well aware of the efforts Miss Smirna has made so far. And I do feel the appropriate gratitude for that.”

“....Y-yes... yep....!”

“I don’t doubt Miss Smirna’s true intentions. However, from the next treatment onward, I will be present.”

“Yes! ...Huh?”

At Amelia’s words, which made her doubt her ears, Yebin looked up after 10 minutes and met Amelia’s gaze.

What did she just say?

Present?

Amelia was still staring coldly at Yebin, her eyes not completely free of anger.

It was an intense gaze too burdensome to meet, so Yebin bowed her head deeply again.

“If you have any objections, say so.”

“Ah, n-no... I don’t. Yes....”

“Then, before starting today’s treatment, come to my room and let me know.”

Having said that, Amelia didn’t even wait for Yebin’s reply before slamming the door shut and leaving.

Yebin stared at the door Amelia had exited through for a long time before a strange sound escaped her lips.

“Uwaaaaaah......”

Yebin flopped face-down onto the bed in the awkward sitting position she was in.

Did she hear that right just now?

Present during the treatment?

“Really, really damn it....”

When she had mentioned that healing was only possible through sex, she had cautiously proposed it, worried it might cause unnecessary misunderstanding.

And then she got caught masturbating, of all things.

Originally, it was a situation that would raise about 25% suspicion, but getting caught masturbating perfectly drew out Amelia’s doubts to 99%.

And on the very day after having sex with Siwoo.

As a result, she would now have to demonstrate the sex treatment with Siwoo in front of his lover (presumed) Baron.

It meant she’d be watched to prevent any funny business.

The most shameful part was that yesterday, Yebin herself had pushed the treatment aside and thoroughly indulged in his body.

Even if the Baron’s actions were excessive tyranny, there was no room for excuse.

“What kind of crazy bitch does a spectator play on the second sex session....”

It’s a truly mind-boggling joke.

But it looked like that was actually going to happen.

And since it was her own affair, it wasn’t funny in the slightest.

Of course, Yebin hadn’t done anything right, but did that mean she had to show herself fucking her boyfriend in front of the Baron?

“Is this the right thing to do...?”

Yebin was, after all, a 19th Hierarchy Witch who could live quite comfortably out in the world.

But her opponent was Baron Marigold, said to have surpassed even the 20th Hierarchy—the starting point for being classified as a Great Witch—by three whole steps.If she truly held a grudge, she could probably make someone like Yebin vanish without a trace.

"Ah... seriously... what do I do..."

Yebin, lying face down on the bed, kicked at the mattress as if practicing swimming.

But she couldn't refuse this either. Why did she have to go and masturbate, causing this whole mess?

Yebin wanted to kill her past self from 30 minutes ago.

Time was like a deep, flowing river.

No matter how anxiously Yebin groaned and fretted internally, it steadily flowed on, pulling down the sun that had been brightening the earth.

Yebin, who had refused meals and been meditating in her room, emerged with a face as pale as death.

Meditation hadn't helped much either.

A heartburn she hadn't felt in the ten years since becoming a Witch.

It felt like the stress and pressure would bore a hole through her stomach.

Before Yebin could even knock, Amelia's door swung wide open.

She had heard the footsteps on the stairs and come out in advance.

"...Uh..."

"Let's go."

Amelia breezed past a bewildered Yebin and walked straight towards Siwoo's room.

Was this how a cow being led to the slaughterhouse felt?

Yebin slumped her shoulders and had no choice but to follow behind Amelia.

The moment she entered the room, Amelia stopped abruptly and gazed at Siwoo's face with a complicated look.

Well, she was about to witness Yebin and him merrily making a baby, so that kind of look was understandable.

Yebin, worried the sound of closing the door might irritate Amelia, closed it very, very carefully and then shuffled hesitantly to the side.

"Please speak up when you're ready."

Amelia, who had placed a chair squarely by the bedside, opened a large book the size of her own torso.

And then began to read.

Yebin had expected some conversation, or at the very least, words of reproach, but fortunately, that expectation was off the mark.

That didn't mean this oppressive feeling lifted at all, though.

Yebin had a wholesome sexual disposition, only watching one-on-one female-oriented pure love adult videos.

Having to undress in front of someone else was nerve-wracking enough, but now she had to have sex...

"Um, Baron Marigold... Are you really sure about this...?"

"About what?"

"Perhaps... I could make a chart and report to you separately..."

"It's fine."

She didn't even get to ask, 'Could you please leave the room?' before being flatly refused.

Swallowing the urge to scream and cry her eyes out, Yebin grabbed Siwoo's pants with trembling hands.

"Um... Baron Marigold, is it okay if I lower his pants?"

One of Amelia's eyebrows twitched.

It was remarkable how her tone remained perfectly composed and dignified even as she did that.

"You don't need to ask for permission for every little thing. Just proceed as you normally would."

The problem was she couldn't proceed 'as she normally would'—that was why she was asking.

If she recreated last night's events exactly, even a saintess wrapped in layers of mercy and tolerance would flip out in an instant and grab her by the hair.

"Yes, ma'am."

Yebin gulped audibly and slowly lowered Siwoo's pants.

A single serpent, coiled between the valleys, awaiting its ascension, came into view.

Yebin squeezed some telepathic gel onto her palm.

Of all days, the moon was so bright today that the room was clear even with the lights off.

It seemed even the heavens weren't on Yebin's side today.

-Swish swish swish

Yebin, holding Siwoo's thing in her hand, applied the gel just like yesterday.

It didn't take long for the smooth object to grow along with her awkward handjob.

Glancing furtively at Amelia, she saw Amelia hurriedly shift her gaze back to her book.

That meant she had been blatantly watching Yebin's actions.

Yebin felt like throwing up.

Gritting her teeth, Yebin took off her clothes.

The thin, short dress she wore yesterday was revealed, and Yebin lifted the hem to pull down her panties.

By this point, a sense of self-loathing—'Do I really have to do this?'—along with shame, came rushing in.

"O-okay, I'm going up."

"........"

Yebin climbed onto the bed, inserted her finger coated with the remaining gel deep into her Boji, and spread it evenly.

Based on experience, insertion without this would be quite painful.

Her side had been tingling sharply for a while now.

There was no need to specify whose gaze that was.

However, if she didn't show she was treating him properly, she would surely incur the Baron's additional displeasure for no reason.

She needed to demonstrate that she wasn't slacking off but was seriously treating the patient as a doctor.

With the most solemn mindset possible, Yebin gripped Siwoo's cock, rubbed it gently against her petals, and searched for the opening.

Still, having done it once yesterday, she found the place to insert it more easily than expected.

The moment their genitals merely touched, her heart began pounding and hot breath threatened to rise.

Memories of yesterday's pleasure kept trying to overlap.

She couldn't let this happen.

Yebin calmly focused and took Siwoo's cock inside with a push.

Perhaps because it had been churned all night yesterday, the object went in more easily than expected.

"Ugh...!"

Yebin's body, stiffened from excessive tension and shame.

A moment's lapse in concentration was enough to clumsily rob the balance she was barely maintaining on her toes.

"Huh...?"

What if she fell sideways or backwards like this...?

That would mean immediate penile fracture.

The option Yebin, having lost her balance, chose to protect Siwoo's cock was to give up standing on her toes and take his thing all the way in.

-Squelch!

Yebin had been mistaken.

No matter how good it felt, she thought she could suppress her moans if she tried.

When the suddenly inserted Glans began persistently stimulating her cervical os.

"Haaahhhng...♡"

A loud moan echoed dully through the room.

Even to Yebin's own ears, it was an extremely alluring and lewd moaning sound.

A Word from the Author (Author's Note)

Heheung... Yebin, you...