City ​​of Witches 312

Chapter 312 – #70_Closer Than A Disciple, Further Than Love (2)

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Siwoo crossed Elroa’s wrists and lifted them above her head.
Elroa’s two wrists, which had been trying to block his touch, were subdued as easily as a child’s.

Even though they were both standing, there was an almost complete lack of space between them.
Their soft lips met, and the scent of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke mixed with his body odor, filling Elroa’s breath.

“Hhh… Ugh…”

Her mind went blank.
Their lips should have been firmly sealed.
However, as Siwoo, who had been caressing Elroa’s upper lip, subtly tilted his head, a soft, supple tongue pushed its way inside.

What was even more surprising was that Elroa’s teeth, which had been clenched so tightly they could have broken, parted as if by magic.
His tongue, which had invaded as if to fill her small mouth, intertwined with hers like a sticky snake.

“Chuuup… Uup… Hmmm…”

Saliva mixed with the sticky, sensual sounds.
The rough breaths of the two tickled their faces.
Between her trembling legs, the presence of his knee became more and more intense.

Her hands were bound, his body was pressing into places that should not be touched, and his mouth was sucking on Elroa’s tongue like a candy.
Memories of the past flooded back.

The day Elroa first embraced Siwoo.
That hot memory.
An experience that had not faded with time, the instinct of a ‘woman’ before being a witch was making Elroa’s body heat up.

Her breathing, which never faltered even after running all day, became rapid as if her cardiopulmonary system had malfunctioned.
All the strength drained from her body, and Elroa leaned half her weight against the wall and the other half against Siwoo’s knee.
She was as immobile as a pinned butterfly.

“Puhah… Haa… Haa…”

The kiss, which had felt like an eternity, ended.
Siwoo’s lips, which had been invading Elroa’s mouth as if it were his own, sucking on her small tongue like a candy, moved away.

She wanted more.
The first thing that came to mind, overriding all reason, was a deep sense of regret.
And the disappointment that she was now separated from Siwoo.
Following that, Elroa’s common sense and consciousness were stimulated by guilt and a sense of transgression.

“This… shouldn’t be…”

A lie.
She was only saying it shouldn’t be, but she wasn’t actually stopping Siwoo at all.

“I don’t want this… Please let me go…”

Another lie.
In truth, she wanted him to keep holding her.
She wanted him to embrace her without letting go.

Elroa barely managed to pull her wrists out of Siwoo’s grasp.
Without even making eye contact, she looked for a place to escape.
She was too confused to pretend nothing had happened or to follow the cries of her heart.
Elroa barely managed to support her body with her completely weakened legs and slipped out of Siwoo’s shadow.

She straightened her disheveled clothes and repeated to herself.

Good job, Tiferet.
You refused well.
Elroa, who had ignored the inner cries that were trying to weaken and compromise, returned with a stern voice.

“…If you ever need my help, I will gladly be your strength.”

Siwoo, who had saved Elroa from the darkness and despair and had become her strength.

“Even if you want my life, I will give it to you without hesitation.”

Elroa loved Siwoo so much that she could throw away the rest of her life for him.

“But there are things that I cannot allow, even for you.”
“Master…”
“Siwoo, please don’t do this to me again…”

But if she truly loved him, she also needed to be the one to correct him when he went down the wrong path.
This refusal was not for Elroa’s sake.
It was an action taken to prevent her beloved disciple, Siwoo, from abandoning his natural order.

“Master.”

Siwoo approached cautiously.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Elroa’s eyes.

“Please don’t cry.”
“Huh…?”

Only then did Elroa realize that she was shedding tears.
A tingling pain belatedly bloomed from her tightly clenched lips.
Elroa looked at the mirror next to the grandfather clock.

Her self-portrait reflected in the smooth mirror.
It was as if she had thrown away a precious treasure that she could never obtain again.
She looked endlessly sad and weak.

That couldn’t be.
After tonight, Elroa would return to being a master, and Siwoo would return to being her precious disciple.

They had formed the correct relationship.
Elroa had achieved what she had longed for.
She should be praising herself, so why did she look so pathetic and miserable?

“You know it too, Master.”

Siwoo’s broad arms covered Elroa once again.
Siwoo was hugging Elroa.

“That it’s not something you can pretend not to know.”

The emptiness and loss that had felt so desolate seemed to be filled by just a hug.
Even her carefully polished will and heart crumbled helplessly.

“Ugh… Sniff… You’re being cowardly…”

It felt so cowardly.
She had tried so hard to hold on and step back, but her will was crumbling like a sandcastle with just one hug.

“I guess I was too inconsiderate. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not… Sniff… It’s not your fault…”

If she had drawn a clean line after their intercourse in the rain tunnel and treated Siwoo only as a disciple, none of this would have happened.
It was all because Elroa herself was weak.
If she had been more resolute, this awkward situation would not have arisen in the first place.

She had left room for Siwoo.
Therefore, Siwoo had recognized his master, Elroa, as a woman, and today’s events had occurred.

She had also left room for herself.
She, too, had recognized Siwoo as a man, not a disciple, and had committed several errors that were difficult to confess.

If asked whose fault was greater, she would not hesitate to say it was her own.
A master is someone who leads a step ahead of their disciple.
From the moment Elroa forgot her responsibility, she had no right to blame Siwoo.
Even now, at this very moment, she wanted to throw away all responsibility and duty.

“Siwoo, would you bring me some alcohol?”

Elroa sat down.
Siwoo carefully wiped away the rest of Elroa’s tears and then tried to pour a new drink from the mini bar into a glass.

“No, there’s no need to pour it separately.”
“Yes?”

Elroa grabbed the bottle in Siwoo’s hand.
She took a deep breath and gulped it down.
The alcohol Siwoo had brought was a strong whiskey.
Stored at room temperature, it went down her throat with a cool sensation, and then a fire began to crackle in her stomach.

“Master? What are you doing!”

Siwoo was horrified and snatched the bottle of 42-degree whiskey from Elroa, who was drinking straight from the bottle.
However, almost half of it had already disappeared into Elroa’s stomach.
Elroa staggered and wiped the alcohol that had spilled from her mouth.
She pushed away Siwoo’s arm as he tried to support her with a worried expression.

“Siwoo.”

She actually knew.
What she had wanted and longed for.
What she had tried so hard to turn a blind eye to.
What she had denied and rejected.
She had known it all for quite some time.

“Yes, Master.”

She knew.
That she would regret this choice when the sun rose tomorrow.
That perhaps she would never be able to return to their previous relationship.
She knew it all too well.

That was why this was not an impulse.
It was not something she had given in to a moment of desire.
It was the precious and dangerous, sweet poison-like truth that Elroa Tiferet had held for a long time.

“I am, right now, very drunk. I am not in my right mind.”

Elroa said this as she sat on the sofa in the carriage.
She reached behind her back, untied the knot at her waist, and loosened the straps on her shoulders.
Her white dress slipped down, revealing Elroa’s white, peach-like breasts.
Her smooth, flawless abdomen, with the shadows of ripe fruit, was also revealed.

“If you come and hold me, I will surely mistake it for a dream and accept it.”

It meant that she was allowing everything.

“When the day breaks, I will forget everything. I will surely forget even the memory of having forgotten.”

At the same time, it was a vow to bury everything that had happened tonight.

Siwoo swallowed.
Elroa’s curves, shining under the crimson light.
Her eyes, which looked as if they would burst into tears at the slightest touch, seemed to paralyze his reason.

Elroa quietly pulled the half-removed dress down to her feet.
Elroa, now wearing only a pair of panties, looked at Siwoo.

As she threw off her clothes, Siwoo’s gaze quickly swept over her body.

“If it’s you…”

The shame of acting like a spoiled child.
The sense of liberation that she was finally able to speak.
The guilt of crossing a line that should not be crossed.
The anticipation and fear of what was to come.
The sadness that she would have to pretend that none of this had happened tomorrow.

A blend of colorful emotions swirled in her head.
Like a dancing, flickering flame, the emotions were too complex to describe in words, but they were very passionate and dreamlike.

“If it’s you, what will you do with me like this?”

Elroa closed her eyes.
With every sound of Siwoo’s presence, every footstep that came closer, Elroa’s shoulders trembled.
It was scary.
It was frightening.
She wanted to run away, even now.

Siwoo’s hand reached behind Elroa’s back.
It was both pleasing and frightening.

“I think I would take you to the bed first. And then…”

Along with Siwoo’s gentle voice.
Elroa felt her body being lifted into the air.
Siwoo had put his arms under Elroa’s knees and back and lifted her up.

He opened the bedroom door and carefully placed Elroa on the bed.
With a flick of his fingers, the decorative lanterns that were scattered around responded to the magic pattern and flared up.
Elroa, who had been slightly relieved as they moved into the darkness, covered her chest and face as the lights suddenly came on.

“I think I would kiss your body, Master, who is feeling shy.”

Siwoo’s body covered Elroa’s.
He turned her head to the side and buried his lips in her slender neck.

“Haa…!”

Elroa jumped as if she had been electrocuted.
It was because a dizzying sensuality had enveloped her entire body, separate from the alcohol.
Goosebumps rose and fell all over her body.

Siwoo slowly moved down Elroa’s neckline, showering her entire body with kisses.
He passed over her straight collarbone and cleavage, then her abdomen, which had been twitching since earlier, and her cute navel.

“Haaang… Hhh… Ugh…!”

They were definitely not erogenous zones.
Siwoo was intentionally avoiding her erogenous zones.
If she had been stimulated at a different time or in a different way, she would have just laughed from being tickled.

Siwoo pressed down on Elroa, who was writhing as if she was about to break.
And then he slowly showered her with kisses again.
Her side, her pubic bone that supported her white panties like a bridge, her upper thighs, her knees, her shins, the tops of her feet.
And then he slowly crawled down with his tongue to Elroa’s cute toes.

“S-Siwoo… That’s… That’s dirty… Haaang…”

Elroa, unable to bear it any longer, tried to stop him as Siwoo put each of her toes in his mouth and sucked on them as if he were cleaning them.

She was embarrassed.
It was a place she hadn’t washed separately.
She was afraid that it might smell, and the fact that even such a trivial part of her was being caressed made her realize that she was truly loved.

“There is no dirty part on your body, Master.”

After hearing even those words, she had no choice but to leave everything to him and twitch her body intermittently.