Chapter 46 – #12_Midnight Tutoring (1)
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1.
Odile tossed and turned all night.
In between her restless movements, she glanced beside her and saw Odette’s profile, fast asleep, so soundly that she could be kidnapped without noticing.
“Phew…”
Just to be sure, she poked Odette’s cheek a few times, but only a soft exhale escaped her lips. Odette didn’t even blink, still deep in dreamland.
Odile quietly sat up and leaned against the headboard.
Not long ago, Odile had been no different from Odette.
The moment her head hit the pillow, she would fall asleep within a minute and then sleep soundly without waking up once.
But in the past few days, things she had taken for granted had changed.
Even when she laid her head on the soft feather pillow, sleep wouldn’t come.
Instead, all sorts of random thoughts and ideas that hadn’t shown their faces during the day would creep in and disturb her.
“How can you be so unaffected?”
It had all started after the day she had personally verified the effects of Eros’s potion.
After kidnapping him in the garden, they had spent a hot and intense time in the carriage.
Drunk on the potion, she had snuggled up to him, acted coquettishly, and eventually done something she shouldn’t have.
She had put his thing in her backdoor and even received his seed—an absurd and shocking act.
Odile had been thoroughly intoxicated by the potion, but her memories of that time were vivid.
The pounding of her heart just from being close to him.
The joy of feeling one with him even amidst the pain.
And the subtle, hot pleasure that bloomed within her body.
She wished she could just forget it all, but the memory wouldn’t let her go.
“Hmm…”
After the tryst, she had returned and visited the bathroom for the first time in a while.
Even when she was pushing out his semen and reliving her embarrassment, she hadn’t had thoughts like this.
Odile quietly got out of bed and slipped out like a cat walking through a dark alley.
It was still the time when the maids were moving about.
Odile hadn’t been out at such a late hour often, so it was best to avoid being seen.
And she knew many quiet, secluded places in this mansion where no one would come.
Like the old library, where all sorts of ancient books were piled up like mountains.
Odile, running silently down the moonlit corridor, glanced around before slipping into the old library.
This library was a playground that Jemena had gifted to her curious twins.
It was a place filled with magic books that had already been studied and very old tomes.
Even though the academic value wasn’t very high, there were many interesting books if you just flipped through them.
Odile first ran to the window, drew the blackout curtains, and lit the lantern.
This way, no light would leak outside.
She picked out a book from the shelves that looked particularly well-worn.
“Okay.”
She chose a sofa, put the scattered books and the lantern on the floor, and with a determined look, she lay down on the sofa.
The book she had chosen was one that Odile had repeatedly read and hidden from Odette.
It was probably like an erotic book that accidentally got mixed in when my teacher was gifting me all sorts of books.
The title was ‘The Devilish Deliveryman.’
It was about a witch who, unable to bear her boredom, dragged a milk deliveryman into her house to research love, doing all sorts of things to him.
It was composed of 12 chapters, and the intensity was off the charts from the very first chapter.
If weak-hearted Odette had seen it, she would have fainted from dizziness the moment she laid eyes on it.
Odile glanced around, for no particular reason, and lowered his drawers to his thighs.
He leaned back against the armrest, supporting the center of the book with one hand.
His heart was already pounding, even though he hadn’t done anything yet.
He skipped Chapter 1, having already read it.
Chapter 2, titled “The Hole of Betrayal.”
It was a shocking chapter that informed Odile, who was ignorant about sex, that women and men could become one from behind.
It was also the biggest culprit that led Odile to have his unforgettable first experience.
Odile sucked on a finger, wetting it with saliva.
Then, she slowly began to roll the sprout.
“Ah… haa….”
It didn’t take long for Odile, with her exceptional concentration, to become engrossed in the book’s contents.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you’d see in old movies, with intricate carvings and a slightly tarnished golden finish. I didn’t remember ordering anything like it, and there was no sender information on the package.
Curiosity piqued, I opened the lid. A delicate melody, like a forgotten lullaby, filled the room. It was a tune I’d never heard before, yet it felt strangely familiar, as if it had been playing in the background of my life all along.
As the music played, a faint light emanated from the box. It wasn’t a bright, blinding light, but a soft, ethereal glow that seemed to dance in the air. I reached out to touch it, and the moment my fingers made contact, the world around me dissolved.
I found myself standing in a place that was both familiar and alien. It was a city, but not one I recognized. The buildings were tall and slender, reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. The streets were paved with a strange, iridescent material that shimmered under the pale light of a moon that was too large and too close.
People walked by, their faces obscured by shadows. They moved with a strange, almost mechanical grace, their eyes fixed on some unseen point in the distance. I tried to speak to them, but my voice seemed to get lost in the strange, echoing silence of the city.
Panic began to set in. Where was I? What was happening? I looked down at my hands, and they were different. They were longer, more slender, and the skin was a pale, almost translucent white. I felt a strange tingling sensation all over my body, as if I was being remade from the inside out.
Then, I saw it. A figure standing in the distance, bathed in the same ethereal light that had emanated from the music box. It was tall and slender, with long, flowing hair that seemed to move even though there was no wind. Its face was hidden in shadow, but I could feel its gaze on me, a gaze that was both curious and knowing.
I wanted to run, to escape this strange, unsettling place, but my feet felt rooted to the ground. The figure began to move towards me, its steps slow and deliberate. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever was about to happen.
When I opened them again, I was back in my room, the music box still playing its haunting melody. The light was gone, and the world was back to normal. Or so it seemed.
But I knew, deep down, that nothing would ever be the same again. The music box had opened a door to another world, and I had taken the first step through it. And I had a feeling that this was just the beginning.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of her life. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “You think you’re so smart, huh? Little rascal.”
She reached out a gnarled hand and pinched my cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me wrinkle my nose. “You’re just like your father, always getting into trouble.”
I puffed out my chest, trying to look as dignified as possible. “I’m not in trouble. I’m exploring.”
She laughed again, the sound echoing in the small, cluttered room. “Exploring, is it? Well, be careful what you find. Some things are best left buried.”
I didn’t understand what she meant, but I nodded anyway. The old woman always spoke in riddles, her words like pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t quite put together.
She patted my head, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Go on now, little explorer. But be back before dark. Your mother will be worried.”
I grinned, my earlier bravado forgotten. “Okay, Grandma!” I called, and ran out the door, eager to continue my adventure.
The shadow of the girl lying down rippled and danced along with the light of the lantern.
I feel good, as expected.
The ecstasy of flesh, sweeter than the chocolate cake I discovered not long ago.
Odile’s eyes devoured the sensual book with a frantic intensity.
A firm, hard spear of meat violated the witch’s impure hole. The shadows, thick and layered, defiled the noble witch’s body with a pleasure as dark and damp as those shadows. With each thrust and pull, the witch’s hair danced. A sigh of ecstasy escaped onto the back of the witch’s hand as she clutched the sheets.
At first, the delivery man had been seduced by the witch, but he soon realized that the witch, who appeared wise and intelligent, was actually an innocent woman who knew nothing of the world. Upon realizing this, the delivery man slowly began to taint the witch with his own colors. The part Odile was currently reading described the witch, who had surrendered her backdoor due to the delivery man’s manipulation, becoming intoxicated with a new kind of pleasure.
Odile caressed the petals from which a sticky, honey-like fluid was seeping.
“Haa…”
A commoner, conquering a witch in bed.
This kind of book was nothing more than trash, not even fit to be used as kindling.
But Odile couldn’t bring herself to burn the book.
Because curiosity kept welling up again and again.
The book’s content was about a delivery man grabbing a witch by the waist and vigorously inserting items into her backside.
The old man, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them. His gaze, which seemed to hold the weight of countless years, settled on me.
“You’ve come.”
His voice was low and raspy, like the sound of dry leaves rustling in the wind. It was a voice that seemed to carry the echoes of time itself.
“Yes,” I replied, bowing my head slightly. “I have come.”
The old man nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. He didn’t say anything more, but his silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words.
I waited patiently, knowing that he would speak when he was ready. The air in the small, dimly lit room was thick with anticipation.
Finally, the old man spoke again. “You seek the answer.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his.
“Yes,” I said again. “I seek the answer.”
He closed his eyes once more, and for a moment, I thought he had fallen asleep. But then he opened them again, and his gaze was sharper than before.
“The answer,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, “is not what you think.”
I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
He smiled, a faint, almost sad smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “The answer is not something you can find, but something you must become.”
I didn’t understand. “Become?”
“Yes,” he said. “You must become the answer.”
He paused, letting his words sink in. I waited, my mind racing, trying to make sense of what he was saying.
“The path is long and arduous,” he continued. “It will test you in ways you cannot imagine. But if you persevere, you will find what you seek.”
“And what is it that I seek?” I asked.
He smiled again, the same faint, sad smile. “That, my child, is for you to discover.”
He closed his eyes once more, and this time, he didn’t open them again. I waited for a long time, but he remained silent, his breathing slow and even.
I knew then that our conversation was over. I stood up slowly, bowed my head one last time, and turned to leave.
As I walked out of the room, I couldn’t help but wonder what he had meant. “Become the answer.” What did that even mean?
I knew that I had a long journey ahead of me, a journey that would be filled with challenges and uncertainties. But I also knew that I had to keep going, that I had to find the answer, whatever it may be.
And so, I stepped out into the world, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
Odile, her fingers slick with love juice, swallowed hard and lifted her hips slightly.
And into the filthy hole, a reflective surface, a hole that hasn’t been to a bathroom in over ten years yet still hasn’t shaken off the perception of being a dirty hole, I slowly push my fingers.
“Ouch!”
It hurt.
It hurt a lot, and it didn’t feel good.
Maybe it’s because it’s the first time.
When I received the assistant’s things, the first time was almost always just painful.
Odile, with that thought, busily moved her fingers.
Her throat was parched.
A pounding heart accompanied the awareness that she was doing something shameful.
“Ugh…”
But soon, Odile closed the book and pulled her fingers out.
“Strange…”
She didn’t feel good at all.
Only a strange and unpleasant foreign sensation was felt, and there was no overlap with the previous feeling.
Was it because she lacked love?
At that time, Odile had felt intense love for Siwoo.
Was it because that love was absent that she felt nothing?
But the witch in the book doesn’t love the delivery man.
Yet, it was written that she panted like a beast and cried out with a voice full of coquetry like a whore.
Odile put on her clothes.
The curiosity that had grown rapidly in the past few days had given Odile tremendous power of action.
She had to go see her assistant right away.
2.
It had been a week since Siwoo was reassigned from a city-affiliated slave, who was assigned as an academy caretaker, to Amelia’s exclusive slave.
There had been significant changes in Siwoo’s daily life.
First, he was freed from various chores that were backbreaking but offered no sense of reward.
Cleaning the hallways, unclogging suddenly blocked drains, or cutting down tree branches that had broken in a sudden storm.
He no longer had to take on tasks that made him think, “Why the hell am I doing this?”
There had also been some changes in his work hours and format.
When he was a caretaker, he was guaranteed free time after finishing about 12 hours of work a day, but as an assistant, his work didn’t seem to end even late into the night.
In addition, since he ate every meal at the same table as Amelia, the quality of his meals had also improved significantly. He could sleep and wash in a private room that was as good as a hotel.
This was the greatest happiness.
It wasn’t that he had more work.
Rather, the intensity of his work had clearly decreased, and he could even enjoy about an hour of free time here and there, so he could generally say he was satisfied.
“Hmm….”
This time, sitting on the windowsill and smoking a cigarette after the day was over, was a luxury he couldn’t have imagined when he was a caretaker.
“But what am I going to do about this?”
However, the biggest problem remained.
He had no time to research magic.
He hadn’t even been able to bring the magic circle draft and magic power measurement device that were still in the barn.
During work hours, there was no time to go back and forth leisurely, and it wasn’t appropriate to reduce his sleep and go out at night.
From what Siwoo had observed, Amelia, as a late-stage magic addict, rarely slept, and even if she did go to bed, she didn’t lie down until 4 a.m.
If he was caught going out or returning at night and was given a hard time, it would be a great loss, so he was thinking about a better timing.
That would probably be tomorrow.
It would be his first day off in a week.
The manual stated that he didn’t have to do auxiliary work on holidays, so there was nothing to worry about.
Should he wash up and go to bed now?
Just as he was about to close the window, a voice suddenly came.
“Hi, Assistant?”
Siwoo dropped his cigarette.
At first, he thought he was hallucinating.
Because it was 1 a.m., this was Amelia’s mansion, and he was even on the second floor.
But when he suddenly saw Odile floating in front of the window, wasn’t it understandable that he would react that way?
“Were you very surprised? It was supposed to be a surprise visit. Success!”
A lot of words flashed through his mind.
Amidst complex thoughts and worries, awkwardness and embarrassment, confusion and absurdity, Siwoo barely managed to choose his words.
“What brings you here?”
“I ran away from home.”
“You ran away from home. If you don’t return before dawn, Master Jemana and Odette will be worried. Odette isn’t here, right? Then, I’ll be going.”
As Siwoo was about to slam the window shut, Odile’s slender hand grabbed the window frame.
“Wait, wait!”
“Please be quiet…! Lady Amelia is still awake!”
“Then I’ll be quiet, so let me in.”
Siwoo, trying to keep the noise to a minimum in case the current happening was discovered, and Odile, trying to get into the room regardless.
It was clear which side had the advantage.
Siwoo had no choice but to open the window, and Odile landed softly in the room like an angel.
He felt dizzy.
He didn’t know why he had come all this way, and he didn’t have a good sense of how dangerous this situation was.
A slave who let a novice witch into his room at night?
Moreover, Odile was only wearing a cloak over her white underwear.
She was wearing a white nightgown with plenty of lace and drawers.
What would Amelia think if she found out about this?
“Don’t worry, Assistant, I’ve put on the ‘Song of Silence.’ The noise I make won’t be detected.”
As if she had read Siwoo’s worries in advance, Odile offered a consolation, not a consolation, only after achieving her goal of entering the room.
Siwoo unconsciously took out another cigarette.
“Lady Odile, please, go back now. Didn’t I tell you that there would be no more secret meetings?”
“I know, I know, that’s not why I came.”
Odile calmed Siwoo, who was reacting almost like he was in a competition.
“I just came because I was curious about something.”
Of course, considering his situation, she had no intention of going back.
