Chapter 568 – #117_Sleeping With The Enemy (4)
#568
1.
“Sirrrrr!”
The next day, Luelle woke up full of energy, completely ignoring any hangover.
Her spirit’s incredible recovery power certainly played a part, but even if Luelle weren’t a witch, wouldn’t she have woken up this cheerfully?
That thought crossed my mind.
“Today, there are so many! So many! So many! things to do!”
“Your voice is as strong as ever.”
Shiwoo chuckled, gathering and organizing the magic research materials he had been engrossed in all night.
These were the notes he had scribbled while keeping watch over Dorothy on the sofa after sharing drinks with her until dawn yesterday.
It felt strange to call it ‘keeping watch’ when he had just been sitting there while she slept peacefully, but that was the situation.
Luelle tilted her head, looking at Shiwoo.
“Huh…? Where have you been all this time?”
It seemed she had assumed Shiwoo would be right beside her when she shouted like that.
“I was in the reception room. I was talking with Dorothy.”
“With Dorothy?”
She looked puzzled for a moment, but then her face lit up like a child who had found candy. Luelle immediately jumped off the bed, grabbed Shiwoo’s hand, and shook it repeatedly.
“Well done. How was it? Wasn’t it easy to get along once you started talking?”
“Yeah, well, I guess so.”
The truth was, the reason he hadn’t slept all night and hadn’t gone to the trial for a while was because he didn’t trust Dorothy.
But she seemed so happy, saying, ‘It’s good when friends get along,’ so he didn’t see the need to pour cold water on it.
Besides, Dorothy had said she would return after her week-long vacation.
Until then, he could just keep an eye on her internally while outwardly getting along with her to make Luelle happy, right?
“Well then, let’s have breakfast first.”
Luelle, who had been drunk last night, acted like a child, which didn’t really suit her appearance.
It wasn’t unusual for Luelle to act childish, but the level of it was quite embarrassing, which bothered him…
But seeing that she was acting without any awkwardness, it seemed the god of alcohol had thankfully taken away her memories of yesterday.
“You should change your clothes first.”
Before Luelle, who was twice as excited as usual, could run to the dining room in her pajamas, he stopped her, starting the morning with a lively tone.
2.
The suggestion Luelle made at the meal was something he could have easily predicted.
However, in his current state of mind, preoccupied with other things, it was something he hadn’t even considered.
“A sauna? That sounds so~ good.”
Dorothy’s enthusiastic response came from right beside him.
Shiwoo, on the other hand, was hesitant.
“Do we really need to…?”
It was truly unnecessary.
The bathroom, which perfectly recreated a traditional Finnish sauna in the depths of the sea, was a satisfying relaxation space for Shiwoo as well.
He had often visited it with Luelle after their first sauna experience, and they had always been together.
Either way, it was a space where he could see her skin, either glistening with sweat or as fresh as a water-soaked orchid, right beside him.
They would enter together wearing swimsuits as if it were natural, but they often came out naked.
If it were just Luelle, he wouldn’t mind seeing her in a bikini now…
But the problem was that he would also have to see Dorothy in a bikini.
He could probably get out of it if he insisted.
However, Shiwoo still didn’t fully trust Dorothy.
He doubted he ever would, no matter how much time passed.
In that situation, he wanted to avoid letting them spend time alone together as much as possible.
Even if he wanted to brush it off with a ‘well, maybe not,’ the consequences of complacency were too great to ignore.
Dorothy quickly glanced at Shiwoo, barely noticeably, then put her palms together and placed them next to her cheek, smiling broadly.
“I even brought my swimsuit~ It’ll be fun if the three of us play together.”
She seemed to find this situation quite amusing.
“Is there a problem?”
“…No, there isn’t. I’ll get ready too.”
He refocused his mind.
It was just a swimsuit, at most.
It might sound strange to say, but hadn’t he seen countless naked bodies before?
Why was he so nervous about just enjoying a sauna in swimsuits?
Shiwoo chuckled at his own premature worries.
It seemed he had been overly sensitive ever since Dorothy had stepped foot on the ship.
After they finished eating, they went to change and then reconvened in the bathroom.
Shiwoo realized that his unease was based on instinct rather than reason, and that it was a surprisingly accurate sense of danger.
“Oh my, it’s been a while. Your Majesty, we used to do this quite often, right? The holding-out-the-longest contest.”
In the bathroom, which had always been used by only the two of them, a strange presence was striking a sexy, provocative pose.
She was showing off her smooth armpits, emphasizing her chest, and seductively sticking out her hips.
Her ash-gray hair, swaying around her waist, was not just a dull gray but rather a mix of silver, shining seductively.
Her height, which seemed to be easily over 170cm, was about half a head shorter than Shiwoo, but not at all short for a woman.
Her waist, which seemed impossibly slender for someone with such a chest, and her curvy, childbearing hips were extremely unrealistic.
And more than her height and hips, what strongly caught a man’s eye was not just those things.
Her chest.
The one that even a nun’s habit couldn’t cover.
If compared to a fruit, her melon-sized breasts were blatantly showing off their fullness.
Even if she was a spirit, she couldn’t perfectly support that much weight in a perfect teardrop shape, so her highly exposed monokini was supporting her breasts, which hung down like ripe fruit.
The magnificence of her breasts, which would make any man on the beach turn around, was a mix of vulgarity that deserved to be called ‘tits’ and the sacredness that should be called a symbol of motherhood.
“Oh…”
The woman’s weapon, which instantly disarmed the tension he had barely managed to maintain.
A size that would make even a man who says, ‘I don’t care about breast size,’ at least take a second look.
Shiwoo also stared blankly, his mouth agape, as if he were bewitched.
It was almost a superhuman feat that he regained his senses in just 10 seconds.
“……”
Next to him, Luelle’s eyes, which had been watching Shiwoo’s reaction, seemed to have shrunk to tiny dots.
Luelle, who had frozen in place, frantically turned her head back and forth, looking at Shiwoo’s face and Dorothy’s chest.
Luelle realized that her sauna suggestion had been a self-inflicted wound.
“Shall we wash up lightly first?”
Dorothy, taking a leisurely step, poured warm water over her body in the tub as if to show off, and the water flowed down her chest like a waterfall.
“……”
Even when Luelle was still a novice witch, she had enjoyed saunas with Dorothy.
Back then, they hadn’t worn swimsuits, they had been naked.
But seeing Dorothy’s large breasts hadn’t made her feel any particular envy or admiration.
The most she had felt was, ‘Her shoulders must hurt.’
But that was when Luelle knew nothing about men and had no interest in them.
Now, Luelle knew how much men liked breasts.
Even Shiwoo was like that, wasn’t he?
When they rolled around in bed together, he would grab her breasts tightly while ejaculating, and when she was lying face down, he would reach forward and fondle her breasts, which hung down like fruit.
When he started caressing after kissing, he would always suck on her nipples like a baby, and when he moved on top of her, his hands would always go to her buttocks or breasts.
Of course, she couldn’t see his gaze and reaction in a good light.
Luelle walked towards Shiwoo, her footsteps heavy.
She hadn’t missed it.
The moment Shiwoo stepped into the sauna and saw Dorothy, he had been completely stunned.
“What is that flabby face? What is it? What is it?”
Luelle whispered softly, stepping on Shiwoo’s feet.
Her voice was frighteningly low, and her eyes were still shrunken to tiny dots.
“Are my breasts not good enough for you? What is that lecherous gaze doing?”
Luelle was scolding Shiwoo, keeping her voice as low as possible so Dorothy wouldn’t hear.
It wasn’t because Shiwoo’s actions were rude to her friend, but because she didn’t want to be caught being so jealous.
“No, no, Your Majesty.”
Dorothy must have been hoping for this kind of chaos.
She had been glancing at Shiwoo, who was being scolded, with a strange smile since earlier.
“You’ll probably end up burying your face in them and sucking on them later. You’re my consort, yet you can’t give up other lovers, and on top of that, you’re eyeing my friend. I truly don’t know if you’re a human or a beast in heat.”
Step, step.
It didn’t hurt much, but Luelle kept stepping on Shiwoo’s feet.
“Remember, I told you to get close to Dorothy, but that’s only as friends.”
“Of course.”
“Then explain why you were staring so intently.”
If he answered that it was a man’s instinct, it would only make her angrier.
But he wanted to make up any excuse, but he couldn’t think of a good reason to justify it.
“Explain yourself.”
Luelle, who was not giving an inch, stood with her hands on her hips, urging him to explain, even though she knew he was in trouble.
If she had known that the reaction would be this good, she would have understood why Dorothy had struck a model-like pose the moment Shiwoo entered.
He was in a difficult position, sandwiched between that nasty prank and an angry Luelle, but…
“Your Majesty.”
Ironically, the person who threw him a lifeline at that moment was the one who had created all this chaos.
“What is it?”
Luelle, not realizing Dorothy’s scheme, didn’t do anything as uncool as taking her anger out on her friend.
She just turned away, mouthing ‘I’ll get you later.’
“I’ll wash you for you, it’s been a while.”
“I can wash myself just fine.”
“Your Majesty is supposed to have attendants. Come on, let’s go.”
He let out a silent sigh of relief and felt a gaze.
It was Dorothy’s playful gaze as she calmly washed Luelle’s hair.
“……”
If that kind of behavior had come from someone other than Dorothy, he would have responded with a wry smile.
If he were a man, he might have been secretly pleased with the lucky incident.
It also meant that Luelle liked him enough to be jealous.
But despite the series of lively events, all that filled his chest was a heavy, muffled feeling, like a coat soaked in drizzle.
It was difficult.
Compared to all the problems he had faced so far, this was the most confusing.
Was she an enemy?
Or was she an ally, at least for this moment with Luelle?
Was it right to be wary of all her actions simply because she was an enemy?
Or should he keep an eye on her with suspicion in any situation because she was an enemy?
It was never easy to trust others.
You had nothing to lose by distrusting someone, but trust always came with a price.
Beyond the uncomfortable feeling he had been experiencing since yesterday, he saw Luelle chatting happily with Dorothy, as if she had never been angry.
