City ​​of Witches 417

Chapter 417 – #89_Happy Days (4)

#416.
1.
Even as dawn approached, Diana couldn’t fall asleep.

Her heart was filled with resentment.
She felt sorry for her mother.
And she was consumed by the betrayal of the man she had trusted. There wasn’t enough time to fully express her rage.

“How dare he…! How dare he…! How dare he…!”

Diana gnawed on the corner of her pillow, her resentment flowing out in waves. Although her sex education had begun with her mother’s explicit novels, she had been taught the proper conduct of a noble lady so thoroughly that her sense of chastity was unwavering.

If a man and a woman shared intimacy, they should marry.
Wasn’t that just common sense?
Even the depraved delivery man, who initially treated witches like playthings, ended up engaged to a witch.

“Poor Mom…”

Her mother had given herself to Siwoo, only to be coldly abandoned.

Even after being forced to endure the vulgar act of being spanked.
And even after indulging his perverted and low-class tastes.

In her mother’s explicit novels, such shameless, absurd, and heinous acts were described as follows:

Use and discard.

Her poor mother had been toyed with by Siwoo, her body defiled, and then discarded like a bitten apple.
This pity and sympathy quickly turned into hatred and contempt for Siwoo.

“He took my first kiss… and made me think he was cool…”

What made Diana even more miserable wasn’t just that her mother had been treated this way.
It was that the man who had done this was Shin Siwoo, the first man Diana had ever acknowledged and taken an interest in.

He had even saved her from danger once.
She couldn’t fully hate him because she already owed him a debt of gratitude.
That was what frustrated her so much.

In the end, Diana couldn’t sleep a wink until dawn, grinding her teeth in anger.
Then, the door opened, and Lucy Yesod entered, holding a candle.

“Oh my, my dear. Did you wake up because of your mother?”
“M…Mom…”

The unknown sorrow and frustration she had barely managed to suppress burst forth the moment she saw her mother.
Diana couldn’t say a word, tears streaming down her face.
Lucy rushed to her side in alarm.

“Oh my! Did you have a bad dream? Come here, my dear. Why are you crying?”
“No, it’s nothing…”

Lucy rushed to the bed and hugged Diana, stroking her hair repeatedly.
But she couldn’t tell her mother the truth.

She couldn’t let her mother, who wanted to be respected by Diana more than anyone, know that she had shown her daughter a side of herself she shouldn’t have.
And more than that, she couldn’t let her know that she had been lazy and had been putting off her succession.

Her mother would be even more upset if she found out.

Although separation was inevitable, the greatest sorrow for a witch and her apprentice was having to choose the time of their separation themselves.

“Mom…”
“Yes, my dear? Should we sleep together? Or take a bath together? Or would you like me to sing you a lullaby?”

So, Diana simply rubbed her cheek against her mother’s warm chest and said,

“Mom, I love you so much.”

It was a rare display of affection from Diana.
Diana was an apprentice witch who was clumsy at expressing herself, and she wasn’t good at conveying her feelings for her mother.
But today, she really wanted to.

“Oh my…”

Countess Yesod was a little surprised by Diana’s behavior.
She hugged Diana tightly and said,

“What’s this all about? Did you have a scary dream? I’ll be here, so don’t worry and get some sleep. I love you very much too, my dear.”
“Yes… Please stay with me. Please…”
“Of course, of course. I’m not going anywhere.”

Diana, who was almost exhausted from her night of hatred, realized she was on the verge of collapsing as soon as she was held in her mother’s warm embrace.
She hugged her mother tightly and fell asleep within a minute, breathing softly.

2.
“Hey, what’s going on so early in the morning?”

Around one in the afternoon, after having a sandwich for lunch, Siwoo visited Rose Glass, which was run by Takasho.
Usually, hosts were destined to work late at night, or even until dawn.

Takasho, who came out to greet Siwoo, was also rubbing his eyes sleepily, scratching his head.
He looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

“I came to have a drink.”
“Hey, I’m not an iron man like you who can stay up all night and still be fine.”
“I brought good liquor. Let’s go inside.”
“I already feel like my stomach is turning inside out from drinking so much yesterday, and now you’re bringing more liquor?”
“Don’t you know about hair of the dog?”
“What kind of crazy talk is that?”

Siwoo pushed Takasho’s back, who didn’t understand Korean culture and was disgusted by it.

He had come to see Takasho today to get some advice.
After all, Takasho was an indispensable expert on women’s psychology.
In fact, Takasho’s random nonsense had been useful more than once or twice.

“Haaam…”

Takasho, who had slumped onto the sofa, yawned widely and rubbed his eyes.
Instead of alcohol, a spicy ramen that Siwoo had cooked himself was placed in front of him as a hangover cure.
After slurping the noodles off the lid of the pot, Takasho’s eyes seemed to regain some focus.

“So, brother, what’s going on?”
“What do you think love is?”
“Is that my feelings for you expressed in two words?”

Takasho, who had answered with a sly grin, chuckled when he saw Siwoo’s serious expression.

“You’re asking for relationship advice.”
“It’s so complicated that I came here feeling like I’m grasping at straws.”
“I see. So, I just have to answer that cheesy question?”

When Siwoo nodded, Takasho thought for a moment and then said casually,

“Well, isn’t love about wanting to share your joy with the other person? Something like that?”

And then he rubbed the tip of his nose awkwardly.
Of course, Siwoo was surprised.
It wasn’t like Takasho at all.

“Hey, Joseon, why are you making that face?”
“No, why are you being so normal? I thought you would say it’s about wanting to fertilize and implant a woman’s egg.”
“That’s something you’d think even if you’re not in love, right?”
“Ah.”

It was a very convincing reason.

“If there’s something fun to do, you want to do it together. If you eat something delicious, you want to feed it to them. That kind of thing.”

But that answer alone wasn’t enough.
He understood the sentiment, but it didn’t serve as a guide for his current situation.

“Takasho, listen. What would you do if you were in my situation?”
“What situation are you in?”
“Just listen.”

Siwoo poured out his worries.
About the twins, about Sharon, about his teacher, about Periwinkle, about Countess Yesod, and so on.
About how he had been playing around with his dick without any restraint, and how his womanizing had gotten out of hand.
This time, he didn’t hide anything.

As the conversation progressed, Takasho’s indifferent expression gradually turned to shock.
Especially when he talked about his relationship with the twins, he looked almost disgusted. By the time Siwoo finished, his face was filled with a subtle anger.

“Did you come here to make me feel bad with your bragging from the morning? You wanna die?”
“I’m serious, you bastard.”

Takasho was not serious at all.
Instead, he looked at him with a sense of betrayal, his lips drooping.

“You crazy bastard. You’ve got a countess apprentice witch, a girlfriend with huge tits, a duchess who’s one of only three in Gehenna, a rich mama who runs a hotel, and another rich countess, and you’re asking me what I would do if I were in your situation? How the hell do you do that? Tell me!”
“No…”
“Do you have to do this to me? Where did our friendship go? Do you want to see me go crazy?”

Takasho was spitting fire.

“Do you want to know how I feel? It’s like a friend who won a lottery for a trillion dollars comes to me, who lives hand to mouth, and asks, ‘Ha… I have so much money, how can I use it wisely?’ You fucking Korean kimchi bastard.”
“Hey, that’s not…”
“How did those witches come to like such a bland bastard… When the hot-blooded man from Hokkaido, Mimaya Takasho, is right here.”

Takasho, who had finished the ramen broth, said with a crooked posture.

“What would I do? First, I’d build a castle. And then, inside the castle, I’d fuck seventeen times a day like I was going to die tomorrow! Damn it! Just imagining it makes me happy!”

Takasho, who had been burning with jealousy for a moment, knew Siwoo’s personality well.
He knew what he was worried about and why he had come all this way.
After all, they had been together for over five years.

If he had a weak personality like Siwoo, he would feel sorry for the four women.
Moreover, he seemed to be subtly bothered by the fact that he was having sex with Countess Yesod under the pretext of an important ‘research’.

“Well, that was the truth. Now, let’s get to the point. You’re going to have sex with Countess Yesod anyway, even if I try to stop you, right?”
“Why?”
“That Shin Siwoo wouldn’t just stand by and watch someone die. Besides, you already had a good time with Mama, right? You can’t ignore the sex bond, can you?”

Takasho took out a cigarette, lit it, and said,

“Just admit you’re fucked and do a dogeza. You feel like you have to do that anyway, right?”
“Yeah.”
“If it’s about saving someone’s life, those four won’t punish you too harshly. You’ll just get slapped a few times.”

Takasho’s blunt words, which had been hesitant, had a great effect.
He also had advice from Periwinkle, so now he was determined to stop beating around the bush and speak his mind.

“I have to do it right away. Thanks for the advice.”
“Ah, and Siwoo.”

Takasho added one last thing.

“I was annoyed by your bragging, but I think you deserve it. So, why don’t you start with a 5P?”

It was a very Takasho-like piece of advice.