City of Witches Chapter 98

“Aaah...♡”

No sooner had the sweet moan filled the room than Yebin covered her own mouth.

But there was no retrieving a sound that had already escaped.

Amelia stared wide-eyed at the two who had become one.

Siwoo's thing.

That thing she had stroked with her hand and made him ejaculate quite a few times under the pretext of experimental practice—as Amelia well knew—was enormous.

It was so large that the thought of fitting it into the tiny hole below would make one's mind go completely blank, even if one had touched it by hand.

That massive pillar of flesh was nestled inside Yebin's body as if it were a lie.

Except for a bit of the root at the base, it was entirely buried within Yebin.

“S-sorry... ngh...!”

Yebin glanced at Amelia with an extremely apologetic expression and apologized.

But that apology seemed insincere.

Someone making a heartfelt apology wouldn't have such a lewd, nasal tone mixed into their voice.

Amelia felt the blood rush to her head.

Because she had intuitively realized the truth: they were really having sex.

They were planning to insert that fully aroused thing into the slick, wet genitalia and move until he ejaculated.

“Hoo... hng... oong...”

Yebin's thighs trembled as she tried to maintain her balance.

But perhaps she couldn't stop the moans that flowed out on their own, as she raised a hand to firmly cover her mouth.

Yebin's gaze flickered toward Amelia, then returned to looking straight ahead.

And she spoke softly.

“Now... I'll move...”

Amelia had no strength to reply.

In fact, her thoughts had been frozen since she heard that moan earlier.

Yebin's waist and buttocks, tracing a beautiful curve, began to sway slowly.

-Squelch squelch squelch

A very lewd sound came from where the two were joined.

Sticky gel stretched to its limit, and the most sensitive, delicate skin and mucous membranes rubbed together.

“Hoo... hup... oo... hup...”

“.........”

They were really having sex.

Right before her eyes.

Yebin's figure, thrusting her hips as if flaunting the act that confirms love between a man and a woman, seemed to mock Amelia.

Amelia felt a pain as if her heart were being carved out.

Why did she have to feel this way now?

Just because she loved him?

It felt like having the most precious thing snatched away right before her eyes.

It was strange.

Strange.

Everything was strange.

“Hoo... hup... hoo... ha... aaah...”

Though Yebin was covering her mouth, she couldn't stop the rough breaths and hot nasal sounds escaping through her fingers.

Goosebumps were visible on her white thighs.

Yebin's eyes, which had merely been withdrawn, were now half-glazed and sticky with lust.

“Ngh... keut, heut... uu... ngh...!”

Yebin began to move in earnest to a rhythm.

In truth, it was clear that she, too, wanted to quickly end this awkward predicament.

But neither the uncomfortable fact that someone was watching, nor the sense of duty that she had a task to perform, could completely filter out the pleasure transmitted from his cock.

“Huh... heut... heut...!”

Siwoo's thing still felt good.

No, it felt much better than yesterday.

Erogenous zones inherently become more sensitive the more they are used.

To be more precise, one becomes accustomed to the pleasure one was originally meant to feel.

In that regard, Yebin—already a habitual masturbation addict with outstanding clit sensitivity—learned at a speed beyond imagination.

Without any proper foreplay, and even while knowing Amelia was watching plainly from the side, her buttocks swayed, squeezing out the thick honey of pleasure.

As if she had already become his dedicated Boji, every movement stimulated all the right spots.

“Ah... ha... ut...”

This was no good.

Even with her mouth covered, sounds kept leaking out.

Rather than worrying about this, properly casting healing magic would be the way to convince Amelia.

Having judged so, Yebin began to deploy her magic.

Smyrna's innate magic ‘Panacea’ is achieved through physical ‘adhesion.’

The power to read and deeply analyze a target's information.

This magic, incomparably more delicate than magic power tentacles, increases in accuracy the closer the target's body part is to the Womb where the Brand exists.

Therefore, the state of receiving Siwoo's thing with her body was, in many ways, the state where Yebin could utilize her abilities to the utmost.

Though lacking in many ways, Yebin was still a proper Witch.

As she shifted her consciousness from suppressing moans to focusing solely on analyzing Siwoo, soon even her own moans became inaudible to her.

She analyzed the complex, thread-like waveforms of magic power emanating from him and became one with him spiritually.

Amidst the turbulent stream of complex information, she fished out usable fragments, searching for clues to restore his brain.

The result of the concentration, once spent on suppressing moans, being fully redirected toward healing was obvious.

“Haa... hang... aaah...! Aaah! Aaaah!”

Yebin let her voice go and began to cry out sweetly.

Her elegant face, which had been feigning impassivity, twisted with pleasure as a bonus.

Like a female born to receive seed and bear offspring, she panted, having lost her noble intellect and reason.

Regardless of the circumstances, to Amelia, it was simply copulation.

Though a green magic reflection light flowed from the corners of Yebin's eyes, a thread of pleasure-induced drool trickled from her parted lips.

Her waist movements, grown even more lewd, undulated up and down as if determined to squeeze out every last drop of Siwoo's cum.

Yebin's figure, now not even hiding her moans and eagerly exploring Siwoo's body, was in itself a shock to Amelia.

The crimson, erect male member plunged repeatedly into Yebin's secret slit.

Each time Siwoo's cock, bright as a blade, churned Yebin's inner flesh, sweet juice flowed like piercing a ripe fruit.

As she silently watched that stimulating spectacle, Amelia felt a prickling ache in her heart.

“..........”

At the sight of Yebin screaming like an animal and pistoning up and down, Amelia tightly shut her eyes.

She folded the book on her lap, stood up quietly from her seat, and left.Yebin continued her obscene motions as if this room and bed were her and Siwoo's stage, paying no attention to her.

I know.

It's because Yebin is focused on the treatment.

Even with such self-consolation, the wretched sense of defeat that showed no sign of fading no longer permitted Amelia to spectate.

Amelia closed the door and stepped out.

Returning to her room, she stood blankly for a moment, then, as if suddenly remembering, put a cigarette in her mouth.

Now she was tired.

The fear of losing had made her desperately try to hold on, but now she felt ready to let go.

To escape from this fleeting dream and return to where she originally belonged.

Whether her exclusive slave mingled his body with another woman or not was no longer her concern.

Rather than suffering alone in this wretched mood... she thought giving up entirely wasn't so bad.

Half on impulse, she overlapped her fingers.

Unlike before, no great deliberation arose.

Her mind, numb from the shock, was simply chanting 'I want to be at ease.'

-Click!

A clear, crisp sound resonated through the room.

Amelia's Brand activated, purifying all abnormal symptoms that had been interfering with her magic circuit.

No matter what form the Mysterious Potion of love remained in, with this, it would all disappear.

This foolish play at love, which wasn't even fit to be a joke, ends here.

The moment she realized that, Amelia felt a violent urge to vomit.

'What have I done?' In her overwhelming anguish, had she done something she could neither handle nor undo?

"....Ah."

The anxiety of being cast adrift in a vast ocean without a compass, just a piece of driftwood.

Struck by that desolation, Amelia felt sudden fear and desperately tried to stop the Brand's purification.

However, even before Amelia could declare a halt to the purification, the Brand had neatly cleared all impurities within the circuit.

Now it was too late.

Feeling profound regret at that fact, Amelia plopped down onto the floor.

The sharp, poignant feeling of love she had felt for the first time in her long life also ended here.

"........."

Now, it didn't matter what Yebin did with Siwoo.

Even if Siwoo never woke up, she would only feel brief regret.

Amelia Marigold had become alone again like this.

It was so heartbreaking that it felt like the edges of her heart were gradually wearing away.

One minute passed, then two.

"..........?"

Amelia cautiously opened her eyes and looked around.

Blinking her eyes for a while, Amelia soon realized something.

Springing up from her spot, Amelia gritted her teeth and hurled the vase on the desk at the wall with all her might.

-Crash!

Scattering shards of glass.

As the fragments flew in all directions, Amelia clenched her fists and ground her teeth.

Odil! Odette! Sophia! Screaming their names inwardly, she spoke as if chewing the words.

"It's... the... same...!"

No matter what influence any Mysterious Potion had, it should all have been purified.

But Amelia felt not the slightest psychological change.

She still wanted to caress his face and feel his warmth through interlaced fingers.

And she still felt a surge of rage when she thought of Yebin, who was probably still merrily mingling her body with Siwoo.

In other words, the potion's effect had never been in play from the start.

Without knowing that, she had been alone, seriously ruminating on thoughts like, 'What if this isn't real love?', 'It's so sad, but I don't want to suffer anymore, so I'll let go...'

Alone...

Alone!

She had been starring in her own heart-wrenching melodrama.

Feeling shame and embarrassment, Amelia rushed to the bed and tackled the goose-down pillow.

Following the clean tackle, she took the mount position and, with all sorts of grimaces, began throwing punches.

-Wham wham wham wham

How seriously had she agonized!

How sad had she been, thinking she had truly lost everything!

And to think it was all foolishness born from a misunderstanding!

-Wham wham wham wham

Feathers vomited forth from the pillow under Amelia's fierce assault, fluttering and swirling in the air.

-Wham... wham....

Amelia's hands, which had turned the pillow into a bloody pulp with relentless, breathless pounding, gradually slowed.

Her strength also waned, reducing to light taps.

"U...u...u...hic...hic...sob..."

Amelia was shedding tears drop by drop.

Just as she had realized the preciousness once more only after her Master disappeared, only after nearly losing Siwoo.

In that moment when she tried to let go of all feelings of love, Amelia could understand.

That her feelings toward him were an extremely precious emotion to Amelia.

Because she was so overjoyed that she didn't have to lose them.

For a while, Amelia hugged the pillow, now reduced to half its size, and clumsily wiped her tears with both hands.

Author's Note (Afterword)

As promised last time, one more chapter goes up today, and another at the top of the hour.

Bye bye... my beautiful Saturday...