City ​​of Witches 715

Chapter 715 – #143_My Child Has Changed (2)

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1.
It’s a given, but.
Life is a crossroads of choices.

You face a minimum of two paths, and often more, a dense array of options, and the outcome changes depending on which way you go.

As Siwoo had guessed, the act of bringing him here was Lydia’s own decision.
Doing it openly would have been too risky.

She had shifted some of the risk to Linne during the kidnapping, but this insurance would become useless as soon as it was revealed that he was under Lydia’s command.

Anyway, as soon as she got the information that he was heading to Rosie’s mansion, she secretly followed him and witnessed an unbelievable scene.

A giant wielding golden magic.
Unlike how she had been secretly looking down on him as just a male witch, he had directly overpowered Rosie, a great witch with a wealth of combat experience, right in her own territory.

The fountain of gold coins, far more brilliant than the magic he emitted, was of course dazzling in Lydia’s eyes.

At that point, another crossroads appeared before Lydia.

Whether to hand Shin Siwoo over to Duke Erelim as originally planned.
Or to change the plan and make him her own.

In fact, even when he hadn’t shown his formidable power, Lydia had already valued Shin Siwoo highly.

He was the first male witch in history, after all.
It wasn’t an exaggeration that when she first met him, she had said, “Your value could buy a whole country.”
The fact that Duke Erelim had demanded him as a bargaining chip also proved that Lydia’s assessment was correct.

It was just that the additional benefits of handing him over were greater, so she had been considering selling him.

However, after witnessing the battle scene with Rosie, the weight on the scales had shifted.

If the benefits of owning Shin Siwoo were greater than the benefits of sending him to Duke Erelim, then of course the plan would change.

Linne would still take responsibility for Shin Siwoo’s disappearance.

Linne had heard Lydia’s true intentions, so he would argue against the charges.
But if Linne, who was considered a dangerous element even among the public, and Lydia, one of the mainstays of the moderates, engaged in a public opinion battle, the result would be obvious.

Also, if Linne was publicly declared to have taken Shin Siwoo and was punished, there would be no need to incur unnecessary displeasure from Duke Erelim.
Shin Siwoo’s disappearance would be concluded as an unforeseen accident, an act of deviance by an outsider who became greedy after seeing the merchandise.

As a result, Shin Siwoo would magically disappear and become Lydia’s possession.

This would delay the peace talks.
Perhaps a war between Hexennacht and Gehenna might break out.

However, Lydia was not a coward who feared war as the hardliners incited.
It was just that maintaining ‘peace’ for a long time was beneficial to her, so she was adhering to the position of a moderate.

Since the number of cases to consider had increased, the preparation process had to be carried out accordingly.

A one-sided slave-master relationship was fine, but he was a rare male witch.
A pet that might never be obtained again, whose value was outstanding in itself, and that everyone coveted.

That’s why Lydia wanted a sustainable relationship, not one-sided discipline.

Anyway, if she told him, who was dreaming of escape, that the plan had changed as easily as flipping her hand, his dissatisfaction was a given.
Mixing bodies with Shin Siwoo was also part of a strategy to appease his dissatisfaction.

It was a given that a male would become more lenient towards a female who had shared skin with him.

Of course, the greater reason was that her curiosity, as a great witch who had achieved great things, was at play.

Siwoo asked as he completely took off his shirt.
His already well-developed body cast a rugged shadow under the dim light.
It was an aesthetically beautiful body.

“You said you’ve never done it with a man before?”
“Yeah. It’s not a lie.”
“Then why am I okay?”
“Because you’re a witch. I hate humans, but I like witches.”

Siwoo nodded readily.

Was the witches’ witch supremacy a new thing?
Lydia was clearly a pure-blooded witch who wouldn’t even let a human touch her body.

It wasn’t like they were going to live happily ever after, so differences in values didn’t matter.

There was only one main quest.
To make Lydia succumb to pleasure and thereby conceal the fact that she was hiding a magic amplification.
If we were to discuss sub-quests, it would be to gain Lydia’s favor and look for an opening.

“I’m a bit rough, are you okay with that?”
“What’s rough? Oh my.”

Siwoo grabbed Lydia’s shoulders and laid her down on the bed.

Lydia blinked blankly as if she hadn’t expected this, then chuckled as if watching a pet’s antics.
Her relaxed smile seemed to say, ‘How amusing.’

“Okay, fine. Do as you wish.”
“I’ve always wondered, why are all witches so confident before sex?”
“It’s funny. How can it not be funny when a young witch, with so little life and experience, says they’re going to teach me a lesson?”

Lydia answered without a moment’s hesitation when asked in a half-overwhelmed position.

“Anyway, if you’re a bit rough, what should I do? Should I be gentle? Should I pretend to dislike it?”
“No, you don’t have to…”
“Let me get into character for a moment.”

When Lydia closed her eyes slightly and opened them again.
Siwoo couldn’t help but be surprised.

Lydia’s eyes had changed.

The bold demeanor she had shown while joking around even when covered by Siwoo’s shadow had vanished in an instant.
Replacing it was a princess who didn’t know the ways of the world.

Her expression had changed as if she would burst into tears at the unfamiliar scent of a man and the stimulating situation.

It was a masterful performance that instantly created the reality of secretly sneaking into a princess’s bedroom and forcibly laying her on the bed, as if her face would turn red just from holding her hand.

“If I’m really good… you’ll delete the picture, right…?”
“…What kind of concept is this?”
“The concept of me being blackmailed by you with a weird picture.”

Of course, even this was just part of an attempt to tease Siwoo.

It was a provocation, but he didn’t particularly care.
It was the confidence that came from countless victories.

Periwingkle was like that, Count Yesod was like that, Dorothy was like that too.
Except for the witches who were practically novices, they all showed a relaxed attitude towards Siwoo.

But what was the result?

Siwoo decided to actively use all the techniques he had learned so far and pulled down Lydia’s off-shoulder dress.

Usually, when wearing such a dress, it’s common to wear a nubra to prevent the nipples from showing, but witches don’t usually do that.
Instead, they choose to make the fabric thicker or simply ignore each other.

Therefore, the red dress was pulled down to below her chest without much resistance, exposing Lydia’s bare breasts.

As befitting a witch, they were perfectly shaped.

A teardrop shape that created a pleasing streamline thanks to the evenly distributed breast tissue.
Due to the lying position, the slightly spread breasts were roughly between a C and D cup.

There was nothing special about the still jelly-like, soft, reddish nipples and the areolas that supported them.
Nevertheless, unboxing a woman’s breasts for the first time was a moment that stimulated a strange excitement.

What shape would a woman’s body, usually wrapped tightly in clothes, take when it was stripped bare?
It was the moment when the imagination of voyeurism and the reality of observation intersected.

“What’s next?”

Lydia asked with a relaxed smile, not showing any signs of embarrassment.
Siwoo leaned over Lydia as if crawling.
Her soft breasts and the tips of her nipples gently tickled his chest.

The target was her neck, which boasted a beautiful line like a straight lily.

From experience, actual sex was quite different from AVs.
The scene of shooting out pleasure by roughly biting, sucking, and thrusting was a fabricated landscape filled with fiction and fantasy.

So, what was the most sensitive erogenous zone for a woman?

It was the brain.
Rather than targeting the erogenous zones from the start in a situation where the mood wasn’t set, it was better to create a sensual atmosphere first.

“Hmm… I don’t like being tickled.”

He licked her smooth skin with the tip of his tongue and left a light kiss mark by pursing his lips.
He was careful about his scent, as it would be troublesome if she lost her reason and went crazy for internal ejaculation.

“Hmm, hmmm… you’re at least decent.”

Lydia lightly hugged Siwoo’s head like a sister comforting a child and made a nasal sound.
She wriggled with a coquettish gesture, as if accepting his affection, and gently squirmed.

From the moment Lydia’s waist began to lift slightly, Siwoo grabbed her breasts with delicate hand movements, as if holding an egg.

The baby bottles, which looked clean and smooth to the naked eye, boasted a grip that made one exclaim in admiration.
It was as if no hard part could be felt at all?
The fact that her breasts, which were so soft that they seemed to lose their shape as they were kneaded, could maintain their teardrop shape without sagging at all.

It was a testament to the greatness of the spirit body.

“Chup…”

Siwoo took his lips off Lydia’s neck.
Lydia chuckled as she looked at the kiss mark clearly left on her neck.

“I can’t wear this dress for a while.”

At first glance, she looked no different from before the kiss, but she was definitely different.

Her slightly wet eyes, the body heat she felt when their skin touched, and her more lenient smile.
It was clear that Siwoo was going through the process of creating the right atmosphere.

However, there was something that should not be overlooked here.
Siwoo’s caress technique was not very good.

After all, the caress of the same sex, who had the same body, was bound to be more fatal than the caress of the opposite sex.
What had ultimately sunk the witches while embracing this penalty was the red penis.

“You take it out too. It’s embarrassing if only I’m naked.”
“Very well.”

Siwoo, who had been half-straddling Lydia’s waist, unbuckled his belt without saying a word.

-Thud!

And a thick shadow cast a shadow over Lydia’s belly.

“Eh.”

Lydia’s lips parted and she made a strange sound without realizing it.

Was that a penis?
At first, she thought it was an optical illusion caused by the angle and the lighting.

But even after rubbing her eyes, the proud spear that stood straight up to the sky was proudly displaying its power as if there was no distortion.

So… where was he going to put that? It was natural to think that.

-Rip!

Lydia’s skirt was torn as she panicked.
The dress, which was helplessly torn by Siwoo’s hand, revealed Lydia’s soft inner thighs and white string panties.

“Hey, this is expensive…”
“Spread your legs a little more.”

Siwoo ignored Lydia’s protest and pushed her panties to the side.

The panties, parked next to her lower lip, gently pulled on one side of Lydia’s lip, exposing her private parts in a blatant manner.
Seeing the entrance slightly wet just from kissing her neck, it seemed quite sensitive.

“Ah, so that’s what you meant by rough. I like it.”

However, Lydia quickly regained her composure.

Rather than anger at the rudeness, she even thought it was a fresh kind of play.
Who would dare to treat the Golden Witch like this?

“I’ll play along.”

Lydia would soon realize that this curiosity was nothing more than recklessness born from ignorance.