## Chapter 374 – #81_Countess
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1.
Tutoring time with Countess Yesod.
After being cut off at the entrance by Diana, I had some free time, so I returned to my form as Count Jemanai.
Now, with a red branch wrapped in a ribbon around my shoulder, I’m walking down the hallway, feeling listless.
“Hmm….”
I felt uneasy, perhaps because it was almost time to meet Countess Yesod.
Last night, the Countess had checked my physical condition while I was sitting on Siwoo’s lap.
I wasn’t sure if it was a genuine check-up or just a form of sexual appeal.
At the time, I thought, ‘This is definitely going to lead to sex!’ but what was the result?
The moment Siwoo showed signs of trying to kiss her, the Countess backed away.
But it wasn’t a complete misfire either, considering the tutoring time was moved to the late hour of 12 AM.
“Is she really that busy…?”
Of course, these concerns weren’t stemming from a desire to ‘definitely have sex with the Countess today!’
Actually, I did some reflecting last night.
Siwoo already has Sharon and the twins.
There’s also the planned repayment sex with Periwinkle, but that’s an exception.
She’s a lifesaver and a great help to Takasho, and it’s a very casual relationship.
Periwinkle doesn’t seem to want anything more either.
They say heroes have three wives and four concubines, but Siwoo isn’t a hero, and even if he were, chasing after married women would earn him a lot of criticism.
A man might not have principles, but he should have a ‘dick-tatorship,’ and I realized, very belatedly, that I shouldn’t waver anymore.
“…What’s the point of just thinking about it?”
Thinking is easy.
But what if Countess Yesod actually tries to seduce me?
If I start constantly inhaling her subtle scent up close, will I be able to resist repaying the Countess’s kindness?
It would be better to cut it off like a knife before the tutoring starts.
Before the Countess starts seducing me.
That’s what I decided.
“Hoo…”
-Knock knock
“Ah, Siwoo, come in.”
I opened the door after hearing her reply to my knock, timing my entrance.
When would be a good time? Right after opening the door and greeting her? Right after we sit on the sofas? Or after the lesson is over?
“Hi.”
“Welcome, could you help me with something?”
Siwoo froze awkwardly.
The one greeting me as soon as I opened the door was Countess Yesod.
Okay.
The fact that it’s the Countess isn’t the problem, but the fact that her exposed back is greeting me is a problem.
The back tie of the sheer dress, which fits her figure perfectly, that the Countess often wears, is more than half undone.
The silver satin, which looks like it was woven on a moonlit loom, is draped over her waist and hip line like a water bottle.
Her delicate shoulder line and shoulder blades are prominent because she’s slightly turned.
One hand was holding onto the front of the dress, which would slip off if she didn’t hold it.
I don’t know if she was in the middle of putting it on or taking it off.
Either way, she’s in between.
“Hello…”
I finished my greeting in a weak voice.
Is my mouth hanging open?
I hope not.
“You came at the perfect time. I was having some trouble.”
I held back the urge to say, ‘I’m also in a bit of trouble.’
“You were changing, I see.”
I also held back the urge to say, ‘This is the library, though?’
“Yes, I tried to do it myself and it turned into a mess. Would you help me, Siwoo?”
The Countess is asking for help as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
First, I need to make an excuse and get out of this situation to avoid being swayed any further.
“I’m not sure how to tie it. And there’s something I wanted to say…”
It’s not entirely made up either.
I really don’t know what to tie with what and how.
Where in my life would I have the chance to tie this kind of dress?
“Why do you assume it’s about tying it?”
“Huh?”
“I could have asked you to do the opposite, you know.”
That’s right.
She could have been in the middle of taking it off.
With her eyes curved upwards, she stares at Siwoo without looking away.
Gulp.
I swallowed hard.
Just her gaze made me feel like smooth velvet was wrapping around my body, and I barely managed to look away.
As if to stop me from running away, Countess Yesod speaks.
“Siwoo… which would you prefer?”
“…Can I even decide that?”
What the Countess showed wasn’t words.
It was a mysterious smile that was hard to tell if it was positive or negative.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be led around by an older woman without being able to do anything.
Maybe this is what it feels like?
No, it’s happening right now.
“Hurry, I’m getting impatient.”
Her hips sway gently, as if urging me on.
Even when she’s acting cute and coquettish, it never feels vulgar, perhaps because of her inherent grace.
Now the Countess’s intentions are clear.
It’s also obvious that if I take a slightly more active step, I’ll experience a bliss beyond imagination.
“Let’s move on.”
The Countess opens her eyes slightly, looking surprised.
Siwoo tries to ignore her expression and, with his eyes tightly shut, manages to tie the back tie somehow.
There’s no way I could have tied this complicated dress tie properly when I can’t even tie my shoelaces neatly.
The Countess chuckles and uses telekinesis to fix the knot, then sits on the sofa.
“Come to think of it, you could have done it yourself.”
“I just wanted you to tie it for me, Siwoo.”
“Yes, today’s lesson was about reverse field overload, right? I’ve checked a few things.”
“…Moving on? Sure, why not.”
Siwoo spoke, deliberately ignoring her.
The countess sighed deeply, seemingly disappointed, and then resumed the lesson.
2.
Countess Yesod observed Siwoo throughout the entire lesson.
“Hmm….”
She thought it was quite an active appeal, though not as much as last time.
She had even given him the choice of whether to undress or dress her.
However, he was showing an unusually impenetrable defense.
Or was he simply too shy, lacking the courage to take the lead?
How cute.
The countess subtly began to test Siwoo.
“Oh my, look at you. You don’t have to make it so complicated….”
Leaning forward, she subtly exposed her cleavage.
Her clothing was so loose that the countess wasn’t sure how much would be visible.
Perhaps more than just her cleavage, maybe even the pink areola, or even the sharp tip rubbing against the fabric.
Men often glance at a woman’s body, thinking they haven’t been caught.
But women are naturally sensitive to gazes.
Especially if it’s from a man.
The countess didn’t miss his eyes quickly scanning her chest in a brief moment of less than 15 seconds.
“Yes, I’ll revise it.”
“Was that advice sufficient?”
“I feel like I’m getting the gist of it.”
“You’re amazing, Siwoo.”
Saying that, she boldly crossed her legs this time.
Her white, soft thighs twisted gracefully as her skirt rode up.
His gaze, which had been alternating between her chest and the paper, was instantly drawn to her lower body.
But this time, as if he had changed his mind, he didn’t even take his eyes off the paper.
Siwoo tried to hide it by constantly crossing and uncrossing his legs, but the countess didn’t miss it.
She noticed his pants were bulging painfully.
The countess felt a shiver run through her.
What was this feeling of superiority?
Every time she saw his clumsy reactions.
Every time she saw him flustered by her small actions and words, she felt a long-ignored inner desire being fulfilled.
The feeling of having her charm recognized by a man.
The feeling of controlling the situation, pushing and pulling.
And even a distorted maternal instinct to teach the clumsy man and make him a magnificent male.
“You worked hard today.”
After the lesson, Siwoo tried to get up as usual.
But he couldn’t.
Naturally.
The countess was sitting across from him, and Siwoo’s lower body was sporting a very large tent due to her constant seduction.
If he stood up now, his blatant state would be visible to the countess.
But the countess, unaware of this fact, interpreted it differently.
“Oh my?”
He, who always left after a polite greeting at the end of the lesson, was trying to stay until the very end today?
Hesitating?
Interpreting this, it meant:
=〉 The countess is so attractive that I want to progress further, but I can’t bring myself to say it first.
The countess suppressed her rising smile and asked subtly.
How could he be so cute in everything he did?
Her heart was pounding, and she wanted to devour him.
“Do you still have something to do?”
“Uh… um…. No.”
“Then, do you have something to say?”
“I don’t have that either.”
Seeing his troubled expression, the countess became more convinced of her hypothesis and casually sat next to him.
She wanted to enjoy his reactions a little more, but teasing him too much was not a good thing.
It was time to show the maturity of an older woman and help him.
Finally, she would spend the night with him today.
As soon as she thought that, her heart pounded.
“Siwoo, do you know this?”
“Yes?”
The countess leaned her head on his shoulder.
Siwoo’s body stiffened as she slipped her hand between his thighs, which he was awkwardly keeping together.
She could hear him gasp.
“There’s a very bad poison in a man’s body.”
“Countess?”
“A deep original sin, a deadly poison made of desire…. If it’s not released in time, it can eat away at the body and mind.”
She unbuckled his belt, pulled it out, and then gently grasped him.
A huge serpent, hot, hard, and moist, was coiled inside his pants, exuding poison.
The countess let out a hot sigh as she watched Siwoo, who was even more tense, swallowing his breath.
“I think I can help you…. What do you think, Siwoo?”
“Countess…. There’s something I need to tell you.”
Turning his gaze slightly to meet her eyes at close range.
She saw his eyes, slightly bloodshot from conflict, torment, and excitement.
“I’m already… seeing someone.”
Honestly, she was a little surprised.
From what he had shown so far, it seemed like he had never even held a girl’s hand, let alone had a girlfriend, but he was seeing someone.
It was a bolt from the blue.
But at this moment, that didn’t matter.
Countess Yesod’s patience had already reached its limit.
“Oh my? Are we doing something bad? We’re just… playing a little game, aren’t we?”
Like a mystical white snake, the countess’s white hand entwined with the cobra that was standing erect.
With delicate movements, she stroked and caressed his member back and forth.
As she slipped past his underwear, she felt the hardness and heat, the frighteningly bulging veins, and the male pulse emanating from it.
“There doesn’t have to be love in a man and woman’s game.”
Siwoo’s large member, which had risen between his pants and underwear and was now exposed to the air.
While admiring its magnificence, the countess, who was running her fingers between her index and middle finger, whispered in a seductive tone.
It was so sticky that it felt like her ears were melting from the heat.
“A spoonful of sweetness, a pinch of whispers, and just a little secret is all it takes.”
Countess Yesod’s plump lips met Siwoo’s.
