Chapter 1208 – #284_The Witch Of Proverbs (7)
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Was this how Alice felt when she followed the white rabbit and arrived in Wonderland?
Siwoo was dumbfounded as he received the utmost hospitality from Orselia and the witches.
What constitutes “utmost hospitality” may vary from person to person, but for Siwoo, it primarily involved extreme comfort.
For starters, he didn’t have to lift a utensil himself once during the entire meal.
“Siwoo, say ‘ah~’.”
Whenever Siwoo wanted to eat, the witch sitting to his right would prepare the food and put it into his mouth.
“Yes, yes, Master. You want more to drink?”
When he felt thirsty, Luna, dressed in a half-worn maid outfit, would offer him chilled champagne from his left.
“How is it? Refreshing? Or do you like this better?”
His shoulders were massaged with just the right pressure, and a sweet fragrance, not diluted by the smell of food, relaxed his mind and body.
Was this the kind of service you’d get from an employee you’d want to tip generously?
The moment he thought of making a move, he was already being attended to.
Even though he knew this wasn’t the time, he felt so languid that he didn’t want to move.
“……”
Let’s quickly recap the situation.
Siwoo had agreed to lift the curse on Orselia, who, as it turned out, had a story to tell.
In return, Orselia had promised to fight on Siwoo’s side.
The method to lift the curse on Orselia was to engage in a sticky orgy with everyone here.
“Hmm.”
Siwoo, who had been lost in thought, couldn’t withstand Luna’s gaze, which he had felt throughout the meal, and asked.
“Is there something you want to ask?”
“Yes, yes!”
Luna clung to him as if she had been waiting for the question.
Half-sitting on Siwoo’s thigh, Luna pressed her cheek against his shoulder and asked with bright eyes.
From around them, playful jeers like, “Ooh, that girl’s flirting again!” “Get her off!” “Hug me too!” poured out.
In the midst of all this, she was quite scantily clad, making it extremely difficult to deal with.
Siwoo was generally so generous towards people who didn’t show hostility that he was often called a pushover.
“Luna is always curious about what Master is thinking.”
“Why am I your master?”
“Well, Orselia brought you to us.”
“……”
Hearing that, Siwoo pondered.
Lydia also had Las Werfanas.
Although she was known as the solitary Witch of Proverbs, given her level of achievement, it wasn’t impossible that she had formed a faction while avoiding surveillance.
“Who are you all? What are your affiliations, where did you come from, and where were you before? It doesn’t seem like all of you are public enemies.”
“Uh, um…”
Luna, who had been clinging to him affectionately, avoided the question, her eyes darting back and forth.
Siwoo asked more calmly.
“Let’s take it one at a time. Where is this place?”
“…Ugh, this place is, well, a box… Kyaa!”
Just then, another witch hugged Luna from behind, interrupting them.
It was a witch with a mole under her eye that made her look particularly sexy.
“Gentleman, you’ll find out soon enough, isn’t this a bit too fast? Our Luna is as fragile and innocent as she looks.”
“Ashley! Can’t you get that pointy chin off my head?”
“Aww, even grumpy Luna is cute.”
The cool beauty, called Ashley, rested her chin on Luna’s head as if handling a doll, grinning.
Luna, as if offended by being treated like a child, pouted, her ears turning red.
They seemed quite close.
This was another difference from Las Werfanas.
That group felt like a special forces unit that had been rigorously indoctrinated from a very young age.
Until Lydia’s death, even the Werfanas rarely knew each other’s faces.
But the witches gathered in this space were different.
Although they were united around Orselia, it seemed like they cherished each other as if they were one body.
You could tell just by looking at the meal.
They sometimes bickered, but they were all genuinely close.
Although Siwoo was the center of attention, they would whisper jokes to each other and freely tease Orselia.
Orselia would laugh at the jokes, even the ones that seemed somewhat rude, without showing any signs of anger.
It was different from how Lydia had treated her disciples as objects of faith, placing herself as the ‘Matriarch’ like a cult leader.
The atmosphere was so comfortable that he was unconsciously swept away by it.
By the end of the meal, Siwoo was unknowingly wearing a smile on his face.
Orselia, with a cigarette in her mouth, walked over with a click-clack of her heels.
“Would you like one?”
“I’m trying to quit.”
“How was the meal?”
“It was good, except for the fact that I don’t think this is the time for this.”
“Don’t worry too much. Time moves slowly in the mansion we’re staying in.”
“Mansion?”
“I call it ‘Arca’ for now. It’s an artifact that can summon a space at will, I suppose?”
That explained why the chapel had suddenly turned into a luxurious mansion as soon as the door opened.
It also explained how so many people could hide here.
“More importantly, what do you mean by time moving slowly?”
“It’s literal. Time flows at a denser rate within this space.”
Orselia showed Siwoo proof to dispel his suspicion.
“Do you see that bell tower?”
“I do.”
“Do you roughly remember the time we came in?”
“Hmm?”
Siwoo couldn’t help but be surprised when he looked at the clock on the bell tower visible through the dining room window.
He felt like the banquet had lasted at least three hours, but the minute and hour hands were still in the same position.
“So, what’s the ratio of external time flow?”
“About 3 seconds from when we entered the mansion to the end of the meal? In short, it means we can be as decadent as we want here.”
“That’s amazing. I don’t particularly plan to be decadent, but that means one hour here is about one second outside.”
The density of time was about 3,600 times greater.
Even if you spent a year in this mansion, only 2 hours and 26 minutes would pass in the outside world.
Even if you spent a month, only about 12 minutes would pass.
It was a mental and time chamber that was slightly absurd.
“Yes, yes, it’s better to replenish the energy we’ve used here and then go out. And in the meantime…”
Orselia clapped her hands elegantly, and as if they had been waiting for it, the witches swarmed around him with giggling sounds that tickled his ears.
“Shall we touch him once?”
“Are you crazy? You have to touch him secretly and pretend it was a mistake…”
“Sniff, sniff, it’s the smell of sweat. It’s wild.”
Some openly expressed their curiosity and affection, clinging to him.
This situation, with the revealing costumes that he still couldn’t get used to, combined with the close approach of the super-beautiful women, was enough to make any man cross his legs or be unable to stand.
“……”
But for Siwoo, the exact opposite was happening.
His stomach was tingling, and his heart was calmly sinking.
It was because nine times out of ten, when witches showed such great interest, it led to a very bad situation.
It wasn’t just because of guilt towards his lovers, but a primal feeling, like a fish hating to be out of water.
Was he missing some important clue?
“Then… shall we rest together now? It seems like everyone is ready.”
“Where?”
“In the bedroom, of course. It wouldn’t be bad to relax and rest as if we’re on vacation.”
“That’s not good. Let’s solve this quickly.”
Guided by Orselia’s gentle directions, he walked through the corridor.
Looking back, he saw about twenty witches following him with quick steps, like servants following a king.
The bedroom they arrived at in the mansion was very large.
In the large bedroom, there was a bed as big as the super-queen-queen-queen-size bed in R’lyeh in Akula, and on it, some of the witches he had seen in the dining room were already waiting for Siwoo, naked.
His vision was blurry.
Even though it was an orgy, there were so many of them.
Siwoo could only handle three or four people at the same time at most.
The others, like the witches in the salon, were scattered around the large bedroom, chatting among themselves or watching Siwoo with fascinated eyes.
Orselia quietly took off Siwoo’s top, and breathed sweet air into his ear as if nibbling on it.
“I saw you liked Luna a little while ago. Do you have a thing for cute witches?”
“It’s nice if they’re cute.”
“Luna has no experience with men. But when I told her what kind of play you like, she said she would prepare right away.”
“What do you mean, what kind of play I like?”
Orselia, as she finished taking off his pants, teased him.
“You make your partners make animal noises instead of moans, or you enjoy being with a teacher and student in the same bed, right?”
“…How do you know that?”
“You’re a person who could be the biggest variable in the war, so it’s natural to do a background check. Anyway… the thing you like the most is probably mercilessly penetrating and developing the back hole of a cute and lively witch, right? It’s even better if that witch has never had any experience with men.”
Orselia, who was so close that she was almost melting into him, slowly took off all of Siwoo’s clothes and hugged him.
For a brief moment, a delusion arose that he was being enveloped by a Venus flytrap made of many arms and legs.
But as if he were hypnotized, he didn’t feel like resisting.
Strictly speaking, Orselia hadn’t made up anything that wasn’t true.
“You’re more honest than before. Yes, this mansion is your Sodom, where you can release your hidden desires.”
She had merely exposed the cruelty and desire for conquest deep within him.
“Luna! You have to do it right?”
“Tch, I should have gone closer and rubbed against him earlier.”
As if she were entering a wedding, Luna approached hesitantly, receiving cheers from everyone.
She was still wearing the revealing maid outfit, and on a silver tray, there was a familiar bottle of scented oil.
“Master… Luna is ready…”
-Clang
At that moment.
The bottle of scented oil tumbled to the ground at Luna’s feet, who was suddenly moving stiffly as if her clockwork had run out.
Oil was oozing out of the sharply broken side of the bottle.
Luna twisted her body like a drug addict suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
From the moment the bottle broke to the silence, it was just a moment.
The noisy sound effects stopped abruptly, and the witches who had been giggling, the witches who had been talking among themselves, the witches who had been changing clothes, and the witches who had been lying on the bed as if they were uninterested, all stared blankly at Luna.
“…Give… it to me…”
“What?”
Luna, exposed to dozens of gazes, trembled and barely opened her mouth.
“Kill… me…”
“Hey, what are you talking about?”
As soon as Siwoo, feeling uneasy, reached out to touch her shoulder, Luna smiled and tilted her head playfully.
“How was it? Surprised? I meant, please kill me by making Luna go crazy.”
As if nothing had happened, Luna smiled slyly and playfully tapped Siwoo’s arm.
There was no sign of the strange side she had shown a moment ago.
“Puhaha, you look scared?”
“Luna! You would have succeeded even if you were an actress, not a witch!”
The other witches also burst into laughter as if they had been waiting for it, until their ears went numb.
Orselia also covered her mouth demurely and chuckled.
Finally, Luna herself made V signs in all directions, triumphantly celebrating.
The mansion was filled with cheerful laughter.
Siwoo did not laugh.
