Chapter 18 – #04_Border Town (3)
#18
1.
Having received permission from Amelia to freely browse the store, shopping time began.
Amelia was a noble, one of the very few among witches.
Therefore, her sense of money was different from that of ordinary people.
Amelia’s declaration to “pick whatever you want” meant that even if Siwoo took the most expensive item in the store, it would be honored.
She probably wouldn’t even bat an eye while writing a check.
However, that didn’t mean he could just grab anything.
Picking something too cheap was not good, and conversely, picking something too expensive was also problematic.
In the former case, it would be seen as treating the noble’s favor cheaply, which would tarnish Amelia’s reputation. In the latter case, he would become someone who seemed to be taking advantage of the favor as if he had been waiting for it.
Therefore, Siwoo was lost in thought.
“Hmm….”
On the shelf where Siwoo was standing, a Calvin Klein underwear set was placed.
A pack of five.
There was no price tag indicating how much it cost.
It was an item he happened to need.
The underwear that was given out by the city hall was only three pairs a year, and the material was so rough that his skin would sometimes chafe and hurt.
As Siwoo was deep in thought, someone suddenly poked their head in next to him.
“Not a bad choice, is it?”
It was the proprietress of the Blue Serpent Rendezvous.
She looked to be in her early thirties, with seductive eye makeup.
What caught the eye most of all was the fact that her breasts, which pushed against her training suit, were very impressively swollen.
The decadent beauty that wafted with the smoke of her e-cigarette gave off an atmosphere that seemed like she had broken many men’s hearts.
She was so close that her chest almost touched his arm.
“I-is that so?”
“It’s one of our best-selling products.”
“By the way, where did you take the witch?”
As the store owner, it would be more profitable to follow the wealthy witch.
Why did she come here?
“She’s already finished shopping and is sitting in the reception room. Unlike how she looks, she’s a smoker, you know?”
“She didn’t say anything, did she?”
“Don’t worry.”
The store owner smiled and brushed Siwoo’s shoulder as if dusting it off.
Looking at her up close, she had the kind of face that could have had three or four fatal charms.
“More than that, I’m curious about something, can I ask you?”
“Yes, as long as it’s within the range I can answer…”
“Are you a ‘namchong’?”
Namchong.
In a literal sense, it means a male concubine.
In fact, Siwoo didn’t even know that a word existed to refer to a male concubine until he came to Gehenna.
Of course, since witches don’t marry, they wouldn’t have husbands, and the term “consort” would be more appropriate than “namchong,” but in Gehenna, a witch’s consort was generally called a namchong.
For Siwoo, who knew the bad slur “ching chong,” the term felt even more humiliating.
“No, I’m not.”
But humiliation wasn’t anything new, and it didn’t seem like she was asking with any particular malice, so he brushed it off.
“Is that so?”
The proprietress subtly moved closer.
Her chest, which had only lightly touched him before, now pressed against his arm as if it were being squeezed.
A supreme sensation, softer than any cushion.
Siwoo looked at the proprietress with surprised eyes.
“Anyway, you’re a slave, right? What’s your name?”
“Um… what are you doing? Someone might see us.”
He was flustered by her blatant flirting and subtly moved away.
If it had been the old Siwoo, maybe not, but Siwoo, who had been tormented by Amelia and the twins, had developed a habit of being suspicious of pretty women.
“What? I’m just asking for your name. Isn’t it polite to introduce yourself first? I’m Larisa, the manager of the Blue Serpent Rendezvous.”
“…Shin Siwoo. I’m a slave affiliated with the city hall.”
Brownish blonde hair, light navy blue eyes.
Long, slender limbs, and a full chest that didn’t match his lean body.
Hearing her name, it all made sense.
She must have inherited Russian blood.
Siwoo shook Larisa’s hand, which she offered without hesitation.
Larisa’s slightly bent fingers scratched Siwoo’s palm.
It was ticklish, but more than anything, it was a suggestive gesture.
Siwoo let go of her hand and clenched and unclenched his fist a few times.
Larisa, who had been staring at Siwoo, chuckled.
“You really don’t know anything, do you? How many years have you been held captive here?”
When he told her it had been about five years, Larisa smiled even more perplexedly.
It was like the smile of a predator who had found a fresh prey.
“Want to shake hands again?”
When they held hands like before, she bent her index finger inward and tickled Siwoo’s palm in the same way.
“This action of scratching the palm while shaking hands means…”
Larisa pushed Siwoo against the shelf and whispered in his ear.
“‘I’m wet because I want to do it with you.'”
Siwoo was flustered by the sudden physical assault and sexual harassment, which had no rhyme or reason.
Larisa bit Siwoo’s earlobe once and then backed away again.
“W-why all of a sudden?”
Siwoo couldn’t understand no matter how much he thought about it.
The last time he came to buy cigarettes for Amelia, she had looked at him with a strange gaze, but there was no such aggressive sex appeal.
They hadn’t even exchanged names then.
“It’s true that your relationship with the witch isn’t ordinary, right? Those arrogant, pretentious witches wouldn’t buy you a gift for no reason.”
Larisa casually lowered the zipper of her training suit.
A white tank top that covered her round breasts.
Her breasts, which swayed and showed off their grandeur, and the pointed nipples that could be seen through the fabric, seemed to be tempting Siwoo to grab them.
“Looking at your clothes, you’re not just any witch, but a high-ranking one, right? I was curious what a man that kind of witch has her eyes on would taste like.”
So, to sum it up.
Larisa was a femme fatale who went around sleeping with various men, and it seemed that she had become curious when she thought that Siwoo was a man who was favored by Amelia.
Does a man’s value increase if he’s loved by a witch?
Amelia’s the same; a woman’s heart is truly unknowable.
Siwoo, who had absurdly succeeded in seducing a woman, was bewildered.
“It’s okay if it takes a little time. I’ve also served you warm tea and cookies, so how about we play together for about 30 minutes?”
Larissa slid her hand directly under Siwoo’s shirt.
Her delicate fingertips, with their sharp nails, ghostily found his nipples and tickled them.
“The noble witch can have her tea time, and we adults can quietly hold our breath and have some fun.”
He didn’t know how to respond.
If he had to think of something, it would be, is this woman a little crazy?
How could she talk about having fun as adults after only meeting a few times?
At Siwoo’s sluggish reaction, Larissa began a slightly more aggressive appeal.
“Are you worried about the witch? Although my background is humble compared to hers, I think my chest is a step above.”
She grabbed her breast with one hand and shook it slightly.
Her soft breasts flowed gently under her thin white shirt.
-Twitch-
Siwoo’s lower body, which had been quiet, reacted.
As Larissa said, her breasts, which looked to be at least a G-cup, seemed incomparable even to the great Amelia.
Without a word, Larissa pulled her tank top up over her chest.
Her abundant breasts, which could never be covered by one hand, were fully exposed.
As a man, how could he not look?
Siwoo gaped and stared at her breasts for a long time, examining every inch.
Milky white skin and matching light pink nipples.
They were the breasts of a Russian white horse, the kind you only see in porn.
Indeed, high-definition HD video doesn’t lie.
“I touched yours, so it’s only fair you touch mine too.”
Larisa was the one showing her chest, but it was Siwoo whose face turned red. Her brazen attitude made him hesitate, unsure how to respond.
However, the allure of the heaving breasts before his eyes was beyond imagination.
Without hesitation, Siwoo grabbed Larisa’s breasts.
It sinks in as softly as if pressed by hand, and the resilience of her chest pushes back against my fingertips.
A heavy weight settled into the palm of my hand.
“It feels so awkward when you touch me. You can use both hands, you know?”
Lalisa giggled as Siwoo’s hands kneaded her breasts, as if tickled.
There was no way to escape the temptation.
It was a wicked sensation.
While Siwoo was half-dazed, clutching at his chest, Larisa’s hand slipped into his pants as naturally as a snake slithering over a wall.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you might see in an old movie. The box was made of dark wood, with intricate carvings, and when you opened the lid, a delicate melody played. It was a tune I’d never heard before, but it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten dream.
I found it on my doorstep, with no note or indication of who had sent it. I asked my family, but no one knew anything about it. It was a mystery, and I was intrigued.
I wound the key and listened to the music again. It was a melancholic tune, but there was something captivating about it. As I listened, I felt a strange sensation, like a door was opening in my mind. Images flashed before my eyes – a grand library, a bustling marketplace, a starlit sky unlike any I’d ever seen.
I closed the lid, and the images vanished. I opened it again, and the music started, and the images returned. It was like the music was a key, unlocking something within me.
I spent the rest of the day experimenting with the music box. Each time I listened, the images became clearer, more vivid. It was like I was seeing another world, a world that existed somewhere beyond my own.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. The music box was on my nightstand, and the melody echoed in my mind. I felt an irresistible urge to open it again.
I reached out, my fingers trembling, and opened the lid. The music filled the room, and the images flooded my mind. This time, they were more than just images. I felt like I was there, in that other world.
I saw a city of towering spires, bathed in the light of two moons. I saw people with strange clothes and even stranger faces. I heard their voices, their laughter, their songs. It was a world of magic and wonder, and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
Suddenly, I felt a pull, a force that was drawing me in. I tried to resist, but it was too strong. I felt myself falling, falling into the music, into the images, into that other world.
And then, everything went black.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you’d see in old movies, with a crank on the side. The box was made of dark wood, and the surface was intricately carved with patterns of vines and flowers. It looked old, but not worn. More like it had been carefully preserved.
I found it on my doorstep, wrapped in plain brown paper. There was no return address, no note, nothing to indicate who had sent it. I was a bit creeped out, to be honest. Who sends a random music box to someone they don’t know?
I took it inside, placed it on my desk, and stared at it for a while. The silence in my room seemed to amplify the mystery of the box. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and turned the crank.
A delicate melody filled the room. It was a tune I’d never heard before, but it was strangely familiar, like a forgotten memory. The notes were clear and bright, yet there was a hint of melancholy in the melody. I listened, captivated, until the music faded away.
I turned the crank again, and the music started anew. I listened to it several times, each time feeling a strange sense of peace wash over me. It was a beautiful melody, and I couldn’t help but wonder where it came from.
I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out who had sent me the music box. I asked my friends, my family, even my neighbors, but no one knew anything about it. It was as if the box had appeared out of thin air.
As the sun began to set, I found myself drawn back to the music box. I turned the crank again, and the melody filled the room. This time, however, something was different. As I listened, I felt a strange pull, a sense of being drawn into the music. The room around me seemed to fade away, and I felt as if I was floating in a sea of sound.
Then, the music stopped.
I blinked, and the room came back into focus. I was still sitting at my desk, the music box in front of me. But something had changed. I felt different, somehow. Lighter, more aware. It was as if a veil had been lifted from my eyes.
I looked at the music box, and I knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that this was no ordinary gift. It was something more, something magical. And I had a feeling that my life was about to change in ways I could never have imagined.
“Stand here.”
Just a moment…!
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a roadmap of a life lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She sat on the low wooden stool, her back slightly hunched, and began to speak in a voice that was as cracked as old pottery.
“It all started with a dream, you see. A dream of a field of sunflowers, taller than any I’d ever seen, their faces all turned towards the sun. And in the middle of that field, a single, white flower bloomed.”
She paused, her gaze drifting to the small window, where the last rays of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple.
“I was just a girl then, barely old enough to braid my own hair. But that dream, it felt so real, so… important. It was like a seed planted deep within my heart, and it wouldn’t let me be.”
She chuckled, a dry, rustling sound like leaves skittering across the ground.
“So, I did what any foolish young girl would do. I ran away.”
Her eyes twinkled, and a small smile played on her lips.
“I left my village, my family, everything I knew, all for a dream of a white flower in a field of sunflowers. They called me crazy, of course. Said I was chasing after the wind. But I didn’t care. I had to see it for myself.”
She reached out a gnarled hand and touched the worn wooden table beside her.
“The journey was long and hard. I walked for days, sometimes weeks, with nothing but the clothes on my back and the dream in my heart. I slept under the stars, ate whatever I could find, and faced dangers I never thought possible. But I never gave up. Because that dream, it was my compass, my guide.”
She looked at me, her eyes piercing through the years.
“And you know what? I found it. The field of sunflowers, just as I had seen it in my dream. And in the middle, there it was, the single white flower, glowing like a star.”
Her voice softened, and a hint of sadness crept into her eyes.
“But the flower… it wasn’t what I expected. It wasn’t a symbol of hope or happiness. It was a reminder. A reminder that even the most beautiful things can be fleeting, that life is a journey, not a destination.”
She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly.
“I spent many years in that field, watching the sunflowers grow and wither, and the white flower bloom and fade. And I learned many things. I learned that the real beauty isn’t in the destination, but in the journey itself. And that even the most foolish dreams can lead you to the most unexpected places.”
She looked at me again, her eyes filled with a quiet wisdom.
“So, my child, don’t be afraid to chase your dreams, no matter how foolish they may seem. Because you never know where they might lead you.”
She fell silent, her gaze fixed on the setting sun. The room was filled with the quiet hum of the evening, and the weight of her words hung heavy in the air.
Sluuurp, sluuuurp.
A seductive sucking sound.
Siwoo, who was about to stop Larisa, feeling things were going too far, couldn’t resist once she had him in her mouth. His body went limp as if he’d been hit with a paralyzing poison, and he naturally leaned against the wall.
“Sluuurrrp…. Huruup…!”
The technique of sucking his shaft with just the right pressure, and the soft, hot tongue that expertly stimulated his glans. No joke, he felt like he was going to cum in ten seconds.
But he was a man, and he couldn’t show such weakness. Siwoo barely managed to hold onto her waist, which kept trying to pull away, and began to enjoy Larisa’s fellatio.
2.
“Sis, what time is it?”
“Do you even know how many times you’ve asked that?”
“Yeah, it’s the 55th time.”
Odile and Odette were waiting for Siwoo at the secret base in Tarot Town. He was supposed to arrive by 3 PM at the latest, but it was past 5 PM and there was still no sign of him.
Odile and Odette sat side by side on the bed with sulky expressions. They had roamed around Tarot Town in the morning. After returning at 1 PM, they had been waiting for Siwoo for four hours.
“Maybe he’s not coming?”
“Even if Assistant is a bit clumsy, he’s not the type to lie.”
“Let’s just go out and play by ourselves, sis, huh?”
“Go out alone if you want. I’m going to wait.”
Odette curled up on the bed with a sulky expression. She had been freed from boring magic lessons, and it was a rare day off. She was very displeased that half the day had been wasted waiting for just Siwoo.
“But sis, what if our prank gets found out by Master?”
“What do you mean, what if?”
“Assistant Siwoo is a man and a slave. Master will probably be super, super angry, right?”
Odile thought for a moment. Normally, she wouldn’t care much whether a slave lived or died. But Assistant Shin Siwoo was a little different. They had talked a lot privately, and they had become somewhat attached while having passionate discussions about magic. Well, that was just Odile’s feeling.
“Then we’ll have to help him. Master will probably be happy to hear that there’s a slave who’s skilled in magic, right? She’ll think it’s amazing.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to just pin it all on Assistant so we get scolded less? Ouch!”
Odile flicked her younger sister’s forehead.
“The reason we’re witches and nobles is because we bear the responsibilities that come with our rights! Are you going to sell out Assistant just because you’re afraid of Master’s scolding?”
Odette, holding her forehead, teared up. Odette was still a bit immature.
“Hmph… I get it. Why are you getting angry?”
“It’s because you’re acting so immature.”
As she said, every action requires responsibility. If Siwoo broke his promise today…
“He’ll need to take responsibility for it.”
3.
Siwoo, who was receiving a dazzling blowjob, suddenly shivered from a chill.
