## Chapter 1342 – ##19_The Duke’S Dignity
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1.
– “Doing it with Siwoo, Oppa… Haa, it’s so much better than with Yvonne…”
– “More, please torment me more. Blanche is Siwoo, Oppa’s bitch…”
– “Haaang! There! Right there!”
A suggestive voice leaked from the bed covered by a black veil.
The lascivious moans, so vulgar they made one wonder if a sow in heat could sound like that, were none other than Blanche’s.
With each thud of flesh against flesh, the intensity of her moans deepened.
The silhouettes of the two figures, flickering like a shadow play due to the difference in brightness inside and outside the veil, indirectly depicted what was happening within.
This was the scene Yvonne witnessed when she came to Blanche’s bedroom with a lantern.
“Huck!!!!”
Yvonne’s eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright in bed.
Such sudden movements right after waking up were a bad habit that could cause arrhythmia, but she couldn’t help it.
“Another one of those strange dreams…”
It was a nightmare that had repeated several times over the past few days, yet she couldn’t get used to it.
Yvonne wiped away her cold sweat, relieved.
But it was a strangely chilling relief.
It seemed that Blanche’s vacation alone with Headmaster Shin Siwoo had left some mental damage.
Yvonne’s nightmares had continued every night since that day, and their content was always the same.
It was a dream where Blanche, who had surely defeated the lustful Headmaster, was actually conquered by him and subjected to (censored).
The (censored) included grotesque acts involving excretory organs, being force-fed semen, being made to masturbate using her breasts, and acting cute and coquettish.
“That couldn’t be… I’m such a mess…”
As a rather chaste witch, Yvonne had never known or imagined such lewd sexual practices.
She didn’t understand why she kept having such dreams.
In reality, Blanche was reacting more intensely to Yvonne’s displays of affection than ever before.
“……”
Of course, it was a bit concerning that Blanche’s ‘sensitivity’ had changed before and after the vacation.
It didn’t seem like Yvonne’s technique had improved that much.
“Maybe my sister has come to understand my love more after her vacation…”
Yvonne tried to bury the unease she couldn’t quite explain, and stroked the empty space where Blanche usually lay.
She had probably gone to work at the Hesed Academy early this morning.
“Nothing… will happen. I guess…”
Yvonne sighed deeply and prepared for the day.
2.
It had already been two weeks since the vacation.
The awkwardness between Siwoo and Blanche, which had been as cold as a record-breaking cold wave, had subsided a little.
“Headmaster, I’ve compiled the documents for your approval today.”
“Ah, just leave them there.”
This was largely due to Blanche’s efforts.
Although she had appeared quite disheveled, Blanche had played the role of the perfect chief secretary since the end of the vacation.
Humans are, after all, creatures that adapt to the present.
Siwoo, influenced by her attitude, also refrained from dwelling on the past and showed the demeanor of the Hesed Academy Headmaster.
“……”
“……”
Thus, the Headmaster’s office was back to its usual routine.
Unless a conversation was necessary, the two did not exchange words.
Only the sound of pens scratching on paper filled the air.
At first glance, everything seemed normal, but at least for Blanche, it wasn’t.
“…Hmm…”
Blanche’s nose twitched as she pretended to focus on her work while wearing the glasses Siwoo had given her.
It was because of his scent that had been wafting since earlier.
He had many lovers.
He often had relations the night before work.
Siwoo, who had cleansing magic and always showered before work.
The reason Blanche could smell his ‘body odor’ was because her body had become very, very sensitive to his scent.
If it were just the scent, it might not have been a problem.
However, the sense of smell is the sense most closely linked to memory.
This was a source of distress for Blanche.
Smelling the scent naturally triggered memories.
Memories of being soaked in his fluids all day to quell her burning lust.
Memories of abandoning her dignity and swallowing humiliation, eating her favorite dessert with his fluids generously poured on top.
And finally, memories of the last day she had a passionate encounter with him.
These memories kept resurfacing, making her body heat up.
Of course, even if it heated up, it was only to a very slight degree.
“Blanche, do you have something to say? You’ve been staring since earlier.”
“No, I was just thinking for a moment.”
But the vacation was over.
The next time she could have a relationship with him for treatment was after the ‘end of the regular semester.’
That was at least three months away when they would have some time.
If she were to have a relationship with him on the spur of the moment, it would be adultery and an affair, and if Blanche were to ask for a relationship first, it would mean ‘Let’s have an affair, sex, Oppa.’
Blanche, who was extremely sensible, albeit having been greatly broken during the vacation, did not want such a situation.
“Then, I’ll go to my lecture.”
“Yes, see you in the afternoon.”
Ten minutes after Siwoo left the Headmaster’s office.
Blanche felt depressed and touched her forehead.
The vacation with him had left both large and small aftereffects on Blanche’s daily life.
Her sensitivity to his positions, especially his fluids, was one of them.
Another was that she had consciously avoided the pancakes she always ate during afternoon tea.
But the above examples were minor.
The passionate affair with him had left a deep burn mark that could not be compared to those minor examples.
“…I feel like I’ve become a pervert…”
It was the interior design that had been done to Blanche’s body.
She had learned after the vacation that erogenous zones become more sensitive the more they are developed.
The more they are exposed to stimulation, the more the nerve endings are activated, leading to greater pleasure.
The vulgar rumor that ‘married women are the most delicious’ is also based on this.
However, not all married women are so obsessed with men that they forget their chastity.
The real problem was that Blanche was a spirit body.
A spirit body is an ‘ideal body.’
Its functions are not fixed but can be improved in various ways, and its limits surpass those of ordinary humans even without magic.
For example, Shin Siwoo, who had consistently trained, could lift 3 tons in the three major lifts without any visible muscles, Duke Tiferet could run 100 meters in 7 seconds, and Blanche could perfectly memorize a thick encyclopedia just by skimming through it.
During the vacation, Blanche’s desires had caused irreversible sensitivity enhancements in all her holes.
Like the 3-ton lift, 100m in 7 seconds, and perfect memorization, she had gained the ‘climax vending machine’ attribute that surpassed humans.
She wanted a refund, but that was not possible.
Irreversible meant just that.
‘This might be okay, but…’
The bigger problem started here.
Along with the increased sensitivity, the upper limit of the desires that her body could handle had also greatly increased.
Blanche was certainly reacting more sensitively to Yvonne’s touch than ever before.
But when the act was over, a deep sense of disappointment remained.
To put it bluntly, the pleasure Yvonne gave was like the ‘seawater’ she drank when she was desperate.
Therefore, Blanche’s body was suffering from deprivation day by day.
Blanche knew.
That unless she addressed the root cause, this frustration would only worsen.
The fact that Blanche’s nose, which detected his scent… that is, the scent of his fluids, was becoming more sensitive day by day was proof of that.
‘This is not good.’
In the long run, this was a trend that would only bring misfortune.
To Blanche and Yvonne’s relationship.
And to the relationship between the Headmaster and the Chief Secretary.
Even the great sage Blanche found it difficult to smoothly handle a man-woman problem she had never experienced before.
She knew that when faced with a problem she couldn’t handle alone, it was best to ask for help.
Given the nature of the matter, she couldn’t consult with anyone else, not even the Headmaster or Yvonne…
After much deliberation, she came up with a suitable person.
Someone who had a consistent relationship with him and therefore knew how to control changes in a spirit body.
Someone who would not divulge scandalous rumors to the outside world.
Someone who would give honest advice even on embarrassing topics.
And someone whom Blanche respected, regardless of their political views.
The person who met these three requirements was…
3.
“It’s been a while, Duke Tiferet.”
“That you would seek me out. It’s a rare occurrence.”
“Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you.”
The right person to consult for this matter.
Eloa greeted Blanche with a cold, guarded attitude.
The fact that she didn’t even offer tea or simple refreshments, and the way she looked at Blanche with a ‘What are you plotting?’ gaze, showed Eloa’s wariness.
It was understandable.
Even before the war, Duke Erelim had repeatedly set his sights on his beloved disciple and was a threat to her safety.
There had also been instances where he had tried to secretly smuggle her away through a deal with the Witch of Gold, and the two were politically at opposite ends.
Although the emotional rift was not as deep as before, Eloa, who was deeply devoted to her disciple, still did not look kindly upon her.
Moreover, she had recently gone on a 4-night, 5-day vacation alone with him…
It could be said that even the Pink Duke, who did not easily hate people, was a little sulky.
“Just tell me your business. I need to play with Malika soon.”
“I would like to request a consultation.”
“A consultation? With me? You?”
“That is correct.”
Blanche couldn’t easily open her mouth.
The reason she had chosen her as a consultant, even though she knew she would be hostile, was because of her rationality.
However, even if it was rational, she had to reveal her flaws to a third party.
Perhaps this consultation would make her hate Blanche even more.
“Please don’t be angry and listen.”
Blanche hesitantly revealed her concerns.
“Actually… something happened, and I became something, and because of that, I feel something in my daily life and I have become something.”
What had happened on the vacation, and what had happened after the vacation.
She tried to explain it in the most polite language possible, but because of the content, it ended up sounding like a sexual harassment lecture.
“……?”
Eloa, who had made a shocked expression from the first word, had her mouth wide open by the time she finished.
Blanche, whose cheeks had turned slightly red, asked in a cautious tone.
“Because it’s a secret I can’t tell anyone but Duke Tiferet… I would like to request a consultation.”
“Why didn’t you just keep it a secret from me too…”
“……”
“…Wait a moment. I’ll go get some liquor.”
Eloa took out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet.
