City ​​of Witches 222

Chapter 222 – #50_Golden Talent

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1.
Life might be more uneventful than one thinks.
Eat well, live well, and poop well, that’s all there is to it.
Though Siwoo, now a spirit body, has been deprived of the freedom to poop, thanks to Sharon, he gets to unload something different every day.

It used to be the time for magic lessons with Sharon.
The curriculum, which was once just Sharon unilaterally teaching Siwoo about elemental magic, has changed.

“That’s all for today’s lesson…”
“Huh? Already?”
“Already? It’s because you learn too fast, Siwoo.”

Originally, it was Sharon’s time to teach Siwoo the theory of elemental magic.
Siwoo had nothing to teach Sharon, so it ended there, and they would part ways.
After that, Sharon would do her own research and self-study, and Siwoo would do his…

But things have changed.
For Sharon, who needs to receive Siwoo’s insemination to recover her stigma, a lesson time has been added.

“Ahem, now… it’s time for me to get my recovery shot from Siwoo.”

Sharon closed her book with a thud and got up from her seat, twisting her body.
Here, the ‘recovery shot’ is, of course, a rank-recovery sex.
Sharon seemed to find the phrase ‘Let’s have sex!’ a bit embarrassing, so she came up with this strange term.
Yet, when they’re actually rolling around in bed, she uses all sorts of lewd words, so a woman’s heart is truly unknowable.

“No, but can’t you do something about that outfit? I don’t know where to look.”
“That’s why I’m wearing it. Is it pretty?”

From the morning, Sharon had been wandering around in nothing but Siwoo’s dress shirt, and she even finished the lesson in that state.
There were various variations, like a dress shirt over her naked body, an apron over her naked body, and so on, but Siwoo wasn’t particularly interested in that kind of thing.
Or, at least, he thought he wasn’t.
That was until he saw the shocking fashion show that Sharon had personally put together.

The back of the shirt barely covered Sharon’s plump under-butt.
Her two hands tucked into the sleeves.
Her magnificent breasts, powerfully lifting the chest area, achieved both a change in taste and a direct hit.

“Do you still like it even though we do it every day?”
“So, you don’t like it? I always like it. I especially like it when you do it from behind… well, that’s just me…”

Sharon leaned on the bed and stuck out her butt, causing the back of her shirt to rise, naturally revealing her tightly closed slit.
Then, every time, he would think, ‘Isn’t this a bit too often?’ but he would always succumb to the temptation.

“So, are you not going to do it?”

Especially when she wiggles her butt like that in a doggy position, there’s no way to refuse.

It’s been about fifteen days since Siwoo first had sex with Sharon.
They don’t just get intimate during lesson time.

‘Siwoo, should we try that too?’
While watching a movie,

‘Siwoo, I think… I’m wet…’
Before going to bed at night,

‘Mwah, mwaah, Siwoo… haa… are you awake…?’
Upon waking up,

‘S-Siwoo… p-please… wash… inside there too… carefully… ah… haang… uh…’
Or when they shower together.
And so on.

Takasho had given him various pieces of advice regarding women, and they were mostly accurate, but even the great sage was wrong about one thing.
That you get tired of being with one woman?
That’s because he hasn’t embraced Sharon’s hot body.

Anyway, they were overturning the dining table whenever their eyes met, so Siwoo’s dick never had a day without being wet.
Thanks to that, Sharon recovered one rank in just three days.
Come to think of it, it’s quite ironic.
Like injecting internal energy into someone with blocked meridians in a martial arts novel, he was opening up the incompletely inherited stigma with his dick.

The day Sharon first broke through the wall in three days.

‘S-Siwoo Siwoo Siwoo!!!! I! Did it! I did it!!!!’

Sharon burst into tears of joy and rushed to Siwoo.
It seemed like she would quickly climb up to rank 20, but…
Unfortunately, things in the world don’t go that easily.

After that, the recovery difficulty seemed to have increased, and there was little progress.
They were doing the same thing, ejaculating and pouring pure magic into her, but there was no significant change.

However, Sharon was not one to give up.
If she were, she would have given up on paying back her debt a long time ago.

She was not discouraged by the sudden stagnation and began researching the 18th stroke she had recovered.
Just because a stigma is recovered doesn’t mean that all the magic within it can be used immediately.
A single stroke of a stigma contains decades, or even over a hundred years, of accumulated magical knowledge, and it takes sufficient time to digest it.

Anyway, today, Siwoo, after bumping his groin against Sharon’s plump butt and injecting his white seed, received Sharon’s thorough cleaning fellatio and headed to the rooftop.

2.
Siwoo’s second task after class is to receive martial arts instruction from Tiferet.
Although neither of them had made a specific appointment, Tiferet always waited for Siwoo on the rooftop at 4 PM.

“Good afternoon.”
“Yes, get ready.”
“I look forward to today’s lesson as well.”

As soon as the greeting was over, Siwoo began stretching in place to loosen up his body.
He rotated his joints, and did some light shadow boxing to warm up.
Eloa waited for him to finish warming up, with a small barrier deployed.

As Eloa had expected, Siwoo had no talent for martial arts.
If she had to put it in perspective, he was at the level of an average person who was good at exercising.

If he thought of martial arts as just a ‘hobby,’ Eloa wouldn’t have worried much.
She would have taught him casually, not caring whether he had talent or not.

But he was sharpening his fangs to survive, to have more options in extreme situations.
Eloa knew that a blade made with mediocre talent would point towards the owner’s heart, not the enemy’s, in a moment of crisis.
Therefore, she had held back several times from saying, ‘Wouldn’t you rather explore a different path?’

To be frank, Tiferet thought Siwoo would give up soon.
This time, which Siwoo called a lesson, was a sum of the time he spent flying around and getting beaten down.
Even if he was a sturdy spirit body, he would be sore after being beaten like this.
And after days of not even touching her clothes and rolling on the floor, he would be prone to feeling a sense of futility.

“Hup!”

But Siwoo, who was turning his neck with the same expression as usual, showed no such signs.
After just one day, he would come back to the rooftop with his enthusiasm fully charged.
She had to give him credit for his perseverance and tenacity.

“I’m ready. I look forward to today’s lesson as well.”

Siwoo raised his guard with a familiar gesture.
Eloa sighed.
If he wasn’t going to give up on his own, it was her duty as an instructor to show him the reality.

“Siwoo.”
“Yes!”

Siwoo answered with a voice full of discipline.
In fact, Eloa was reluctant to say these words.
If he were just someone who was passing the time, it wouldn’t matter, but it was especially difficult to say to someone who was so persistent and enthusiastic.

“I’ll be honest with you. I hope you won’t be too upset. It seems that martial arts is not your path.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t you feel it too? After two weeks, you haven’t even been able to block a single move, let alone dodge it. I’m not saying this lightly. I’m not even using half of half of my power.”

That’s right.
In countless sparring sessions, Siwoo had never been able to counter a single one of Eloa’s moves.
He had barely put any of her advice into practice.

“Ah… is that so? I thought I was doing well…”

Siwoo looked visibly dejected.
Eloa, feeling unnecessarily concerned, quickly continued.
She had originally intended to just brush it off, but seeing his sad expression, the words ‘So, stop wasting your time’ got stuck in her throat.

“So, how about we try a different direction? Let’s start with physical enhancement using magic.”

She regretted saying it as soon as the words left her mouth.

The two of them had been sparring using only the pure power of their spirit bodies, without using any magic.
Where their hands and feet would reach, what posture they would take, where their center of gravity would be, etc.
The basics of martial arts were to be able to visualize the movements of every part of the body, even with their eyes closed.
It was the basic groundwork for building all other skills.

If the foundation was not properly laid, anything built on top of it would be useless.
Eloa, who had such a belief, had inadvertently jumped to the next curriculum.
Was it because she had suddenly remembered the disappointed and upset look on Lapi’s face when she saw Siwoo’s dejected expression?

“That sounds good too. I’m more confident when it comes to using magic.”

Siwoo, unaware of Eloa’s inner turmoil, had a happy expression.
Eloa, trying her best to control her twitching eyebrows, stood next to Siwoo.

“Have you ever used physical enhancement before?”
“I’ve always done it by enhancing my armor.”
“That’s usually the case.”

Usually, witches don’t use physical enhancement through magic.
Unless they are special witches like Eloa, there is a limit to the enhancement of a spirit body anyway.
In that case, it is more efficient to leave the defense to the stigma’s autonomous defense and invest the remaining magic in attacking.
Directly enhancing the spirit body carries a much greater risk than return.

“Enhancing the spirit body with magic may seem foolish at first glance. But even for a witch, what they can control most freely is their own limbs, that is, their spirit body. Once you get used to it and train, you can use it more efficiently than any other enhancement magic.”

Eloa laid out the basic common sense, and Siwoo nodded obediently.

“Then, first, we need to check how much magic you have… can you show me?”
“How much should I do?”
“As much as you can, try to draw it out as much as possible.”
“Yes, I understand.”

Siwoo nodded with a serious expression.
And then.

-Whoosh!

A shattering golden light scattered.
His golden eyes, which were always eye-catching, began to shine and absorb all the surrounding magic.

“What?”

It was basic for a witch to use ‘self-assimilated magic’ within their stigma to draw in surrounding magic.
So, that alone was not something that would surprise Eloa.

But the attraction was different.
Generally, the more magic one possesses, the stronger the attraction to draw in neutral magic from the atmosphere.
But Siwoo, with almost no magic, was emitting a stronger attraction than any other being.
If she wasn’t careful, it was even pulling in Eloa’s self-assimilated magic.

But Eloa’s shock didn’t end there.
With a thrumming pulse of magic, the magic that had gathered swelled up twofold.
The doubled magic doubled again, and the doubled magic doubled again.
It began to amplify repeatedly.

Something was happening that completely broke the common sense of existing magic laws.
Before she knew it, his surroundings were overflowing with a brilliant golden magic reflection.

“Is this enough?”
“………”

The amount of magic that had gathered had already far surpassed Eloa’s total magic capacity.
The overwhelming storm of magic, comparable to a large homunculus with an overflowing storage capacity, looked like sparks beyond just a reflection.

“Should I gather more?”

There were more than one or two things to be shocked about.
First, the amount of magic that defied common sense.
Second, the fact that the magic he had gathered was achieved through repeated amplification, not anything else.
Third, the fact that it was so pure without any noise or impurities.
Finally, Siwoo’s pure expression, asking if he could still do more.

She had just discovered a fragment of a brilliant talent that Eloa had not been aware of.