City ​​of Witches 251

## Chapter 251 – #57_An Unknown Side (2)

#249

1.
Periwinkle was cunning.
Seeing Siwoo’s reaction, which had turned lukewarm again, unlike before, she immediately knew what she had to do.

Siwoo’s passing comment in the bathtub, “I don’t know what might happen if I smell the Witch’s scent…”

Combining that with the fact that Siwoo, who had been holding back the whole time, went berserk after smelling Periwinkle’s hair after steeling himself, I quickly came to a conclusion.

That is, to induce Berserker Siwoo, all I had to do was let him smell my hair.

Therefore, I forced Siwoo to bury his face in it and smell the scent, and Siwoo, forgetting even the thought that he should restrain himself, was played by the periwinkle’s trick.

다시 말해 마치 강간이라도 하는 것처럼 격렬하게 페리윙클의 구멍을 범한 것이다.
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he’d spent under the relentless sun. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and his hands, gnarled and calloused, moved with a surprising dexterity as he tended to his small garden. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming herbs, a comforting aroma that had been a constant in my life.

“You’re back early,” he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very ground we stood on. He didn’t look up from his work, but I knew he was aware of my presence.

“Yeah,” I replied, kicking at a loose pebble with the toe of my worn boot. “The market was slow today.”

He chuckled, a dry, raspy sound that made the leaves on the nearby trees tremble. “Slow? Or were you too busy daydreaming to make a sale?”

I scowled, though I knew he was only teasing. “I wasn’t daydreaming. I was… contemplating the nature of existence.”

He finally looked up, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “And what profound conclusions did you reach, oh wise one?”

“That it’s too hot to think,” I grumbled, earning another chuckle from him.

He straightened up, his joints popping with a sound like dry twigs snapping. “Come, help me with these herbs. We’ll make a tea that will clear your head and perhaps even inspire you to sell more than one basket of vegetables tomorrow.”

I followed him into the small, cluttered shed, the scent of dried herbs and spices filling my nostrils. It was a familiar space, one that held countless memories of my childhood. I watched as he carefully measured out the herbs, his movements precise and deliberate, each action a ritual passed down through generations.

“You know,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence, “I’ve been thinking about leaving.”

He paused, his hand hovering over a jar of dried lavender. “Leaving? Where would you go?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “Somewhere… different. Somewhere where the sun doesn’t beat down so hard, and the days aren’t all the same.”

He turned to face me, his eyes searching mine. “And what do you think you’ll find there, that you can’t find here?”

I shrugged, unable to articulate the restless yearning that had taken root in my heart. “I don’t know. Maybe… adventure. Maybe… something more.”

He sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to carry the weight of the world. “Adventure is not always what it seems, child. And sometimes, the greatest treasures are found right where you are.”

I knew he was right, of course. He always was. But still, the pull of the unknown was too strong to ignore.

“Maybe,” I said, my voice still hesitant. “But I need to see for myself.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Then go. But remember, no matter where you go, this place will always be here, waiting for you.”

I looked at him, at the lines etched on his face, at the love and wisdom that shone in his eyes. And for a moment, the yearning faded, replaced by a deep sense of belonging.

“I know,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “And I’ll never forget it.”

He smiled, a small, gentle smile that reached all the way to his eyes. “Good. Now, let’s make that tea. And then, you can tell me all about the nature of existence again.”

I laughed, the sound echoing through the small shed, and for the first time that day, I felt a sense of peace. The world outside could wait. For now, I was home.

There was no looking back.
With the thought that as long as it wasn’t an internal ejaculation, he restrained Periwinkle and took turns sampling the taste of her two holes, thrusting his hips.

Lost to reason like that, he forgot three things.
First, that Siwoo sparred with Eloa every day.
Second, that he was enjoying continuous sex without even mentioning that he was meeting Periwinkle.
Third, that if he skipped sparring without notice, Eloa would be desperately looking for him.

2.
“…….”

Eloa fidgeted, a worried expression on her face, as she fiddled with her phone in the middle of Gwanghwamun, where Siwoo hadn’t appeared.

Siwoo was diligent.
Though it was called sparring, it was actually a training where he was repeatedly beaten and sent flying, but he always participated diligently without complaint.
He would arrive earlier than Eloa and have coffee ready, but he had never been late for sparring without a word like this.
Moreover, knowing full well that Eloa would worry, there was no way he would be wandering around all night…

[I’m currently unable to answer the phone, so you’ll be connected to voicemail, and call charges will apply…]

Eloa hung up the third call, which went unanswered.
Her heart was pounding, even though she knew she needed to calm down.
Her head was spinning, and she felt nauseous.

“This can’t be happening…”

The ‘Guardian’s Contract’ she had cast on Siwoo.
It was a temporary bestowal, using one of the twelve contracts Eloa could use.
In other words, it was as good as handing over one-twelfth of her power to him.

If Siwoo were in danger, it would provide a level of self-defense that was beyond comparison.
Also, Siwoo’s location would be immediately known to Eloa.
It was an excellent contract, created after losing Lapi, knowing there would be no use for it, yet it was still made.

There was no way Siwoo, with such a contract, would be caught off guard without any warning, and conversely, there was no way Siwoo, if he was fine, would ignore Eloa’s calls without a word.
It was only natural to feel anxious.

“I’m sorry.”

He might just be sleeping, or he might be lost in thought, enjoying some alone time.
But in case of an emergency, Eloa decided to use another effect of the Guardian’s Contract, one she hadn’t told Siwoo about.

Simply pinpointing his location might be too slow to determine his condition or the exact trouble he was in.

Therefore, the Guardian’s Contract had an additional effect.
It was the ability to share the target’s sight and hearing.
Even though she was acting as Siwoo’s mentor, she had no intention of interfering in his private life.
However, this situation was different.

Eloa closed one eye and fulfilled the contract.
The moment Siwoo’s location was pinpointed, what unfolded before her eyes was…

“What…?”

It was a feast of flesh where white and pink were visible at the same time.
The place was probably a hotel room.
In the perfectly shared vision, a white butt was visible, covered with handprints like colorful autumn leaves.

-Slap! Slap!
“Ugh! Haaah…!”

Each time my buttocks were struck, my sphincter would twitch and contract, and a milky white liquid dripped and flowed down from within.

Slightly below, a huge, meat-stick-like thing is soaked and digging into the flesh.

여성기의 소음순이 자지 옆에 달라붙듯이 빠져나왔다가 안쪽으로 말려 들어가는게 생생하게 보였다.
It was a truly blatant, explicit, and utterly obscene angle.

Eloa froze, as if struck on the head with a hammer.

“Wha…what in the…?”

Dark navy hair scattered across the vibrant bed.

The woman who screams and claws at the sheets every time Siwoo stamps her cervix is none other than…

Kibele Periwinkle, the lucky witch.
And the person Eloa is sharing senses with right now… must be Siwoo.

Why is she making such a spectacle of herself in front of Siwoo?
Why is Siwoo doing such things with Periwinkle on the bed?
I already know that is sexual intercourse between a man and a woman.

Didn’t you also unintentionally witness Siwoo and Sharon intertwining bodies?

No, this won’t do.
Even as I try to sort my thoughts, I can’t make heads or tails of it.
The sound of flesh being struck, and the ever-increasing maple leaves on the white snow.
Each time, Periwinkle writhes, her body trembling as if in a seizure.

“Aah! St, stop hitting me…! I beg… I beg you…!”
“Hngh… Ugh… I… I feel like I’m going to break…!”

But this scene is akin to…
It looks no different from rape.
Is Siwoo raping Periwinkle?

“Please… I was wrong… I won’t do it again… Please don’t… Stop!”

Periwinkle barely manages to turn her body, tears streaming down her face as she desperately pleads.
Looking closely, her wrists are bound by the shadows that Siwoo always uses as his main weapon.
At the same time, a familiar yet strange voice rings in Eloa’s ears.

“Why should I stop?”

It’s completely different from the tone he used when calling her Master, Master.
A rough voice mixed with heavy breaths, as if he’s being true to his instincts.

“I was wrong… I was being cocky… I said I was wrong… Kyaa! Kyaa! Kyaa!”

Periwinkle, continuously screaming, is shaking her head and resisting.
Eloa couldn’t understand the current situation at all.
The person sharing her senses is definitely Siwoo.
The location also seems to be a hotel not far from here.

But the Siwoo that Elroa remembered was always a kind and good man.
He was not someone who would treat a woman like an object and handle her carelessly.

I have to go save him.
Something is seriously wrong.
Perhaps some kind of scheme left behind by Aea is belatedly ruining him.
Elroa already firmly believed in Siwoo, so she didn’t think he would do such a thing of his own volition.

She took out the ‘Park Young’s Amulet’ that hid her from the eyes of others and kicked off the ground.
Her destination was the hotel where Siwoo was violating Periwinkle.
With a single jump, Elroa leaped hundreds of meters and landed on the railing of a nearby building, where she almost slipped.
It was because she had seen such a shocking sight.

‘You look like you’re having a hard time?’

“I, I… I can’t… It’s too hard… Stop… Just let me rest a little… Please…”

“Then I’ll do it in another hole.”

“Th-there too… We’ve already done it so much… Haaah…!”

연신 페리윙클의 엉덩이를 내려치던 시우의 두툼한 손이 페리윙클의 뒷구멍을 쩍 벌린다.
잦은 마찰로 부어있는 기색이 가득한 그녀의 뒷구멍으로 커다란 자지가 꾸물꾸물 밀려 들어갔다.
“Ah…”

The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she’d weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a spark of something that could only be described as mischief. She sat on the porch, a worn shawl draped over her shoulders, humming a tune that seemed as ancient as the hills surrounding her small cottage. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and herbs, a comforting aroma that had permeated the very fabric of her life.

“So, you’ve come at last,” she said, her voice raspy but clear, like the rustling of dry leaves. “I’ve been expecting you.”

I shifted my weight, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. “Expecting me?” I asked, my voice a little too loud in the quiet of the evening.

She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “The wind carries whispers, child. And the stars, they tell stories to those who know how to listen.”

I didn’t know what to make of her. She was like something out of a fairy tale, a crone with secrets hidden in the folds of her skin. But there was a warmth in her gaze, an invitation that I couldn’t ignore.

“I’m here because…” I hesitated, unsure how to explain the strange pull that had led me to her doorstep. “I’m looking for something.”

“Aren’t we all?” she said, her eyes twinkling. “But what is it that you seek, child? What is it that has brought you to this forgotten corner of the world?”

I took a deep breath, the scent of herbs filling my lungs. “I’m looking for a way to… to change things. To make things right.”

The old woman was silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Then, she turned back to me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Ah, so you’ve come to the right place, then. But be warned, child, the path to change is not always an easy one. It is fraught with peril and uncertainty. Are you sure you are ready to face what lies ahead?”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I have to be,” I said, my voice filled with a newfound determination. “I have no other choice.”

The old woman smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “Very well, then. Come inside, child. The night is growing cold, and we have much to discuss.”

She rose from her chair, her movements slow but steady, and gestured for me to follow her into the cottage. I stepped onto the porch, the wood creaking beneath my feet, and followed her into the darkness, leaving the world behind.

It was something that far transcended the common sense of Eloa.

벌어진 페리윙클의 항문으로 꾸역꾸역 파고든 거근은 마치 섹스할 때처럼 앞뒤로 움직였다.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of time. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a glint of sharp intelligence. She sat on the low wooden stool, her back slightly hunched, her hands gnarled and calloused from years of labor. The small room was filled with the scent of dried herbs and the faint aroma of simmering broth. Sunlight streamed through the paper window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.

“So, you’ve come,” she said, her voice raspy but firm. “I’ve been expecting you.”

I bowed my head slightly, my heart pounding in my chest. “Grandmother,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

She chuckled, a dry, rustling sound like leaves skittering across the ground. “No need for such formality. Just call me Halmeoni.”

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and anticipation. I had heard stories about her, whispers of her wisdom and her strange powers. They said she could see things others couldn’t, that she could speak to the spirits of the forest.

“You seek answers,” she said, her gaze piercing. “Answers to questions that have been plaguing you.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Yes, Halmeoni. I… I don’t know what to do.”

She gestured to the small table in front of her. “Sit. Let us talk.”

I sat on the stool opposite her, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. The room was silent except for the gentle bubbling of the broth on the small stove.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice soft now, “what troubles your heart?”

I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to express the turmoil inside me. It was a story of love and loss, of betrayal and longing. It was a story that had haunted me for years, a story that I had never dared to speak aloud.

As I began to speak, the old woman listened patiently, her eyes never leaving mine. She didn’t interrupt, didn’t offer any advice. She simply listened, her presence a comforting balm to my wounded soul.

And as I spoke, I felt a weight lifting from my chest, a burden that I had been carrying for far too long. I knew that I was in the presence of someone who understood, someone who could guide me through the darkness.

When I finished, the room was silent for a long moment. Then, the old woman smiled, a gentle, knowing smile that reached her eyes.

“The path ahead is not easy,” she said, her voice filled with compassion. “But you are not alone. The spirits of the forest will guide you, and I will be here to help you along the way.”

I looked at her, my heart filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Halmeoni,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you.”

She nodded, her eyes twinkling. “Now,” she said, “let us have some broth. It will warm your heart and give you strength.”

And as I drank the warm, fragrant broth, I knew that I had found a place of solace, a place where I could finally begin to heal.

“Kyahhh…! Ahhh! Stop…! Please… I feel like I’m going to die….!”

‘뒷구멍에 싸드릴게요. 잘 조이세요.’
The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.

I was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the waves crash against the shore. The sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple. It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn’t appreciate it.

My heart was heavy.

I had just broken up with my boyfriend.

It wasn’t a dramatic breakup. There were no tears, no shouting, just a quiet conversation that ended with us agreeing to go our separate ways.

But it still hurt.

I had thought he was the one.

We had been together for three years. We had shared so many memories, so many laughs, so many dreams.

And now, it was all over.

I didn’t know what to do.

I felt lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The salty air filled my lungs, and for a moment, I felt a sense of calm.

But it didn’t last.

The pain was still there, a dull ache in my chest.

I opened my eyes and looked at the sea again. The waves were still crashing, relentless and powerful.

I wondered if I would ever feel that way again, relentless and powerful.

I didn’t know.

But I knew I had to try.

I stood up from the bench and started walking. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I couldn’t stay here.

I had to keep moving.

I had to keep living.

Even if it hurt.

Even if I was lost.

I had to keep going.

The wind was still blowing.

And I was still walking.

Periwinkle’s screaming, agonizing figure, and Siwoo’s palm striking her bottom again, unconcerned.

Are you putting something in your anus right now?

그렇다면 처음 봤을 때 움찔거리는 뒷구멍에서 흘러나왔던 것은 정액?
I felt a dizzying vertigo.

The mingling of male and female bodies is a law of nature.
Although Eloa, a rigid, orthodox witch, had never taken a particular interest in it, countless witches actually mingle their bodies with human men.
But to insert a male member into a hole that is even embarrassing to mention…

I’ve never heard of such a thing.

Eloa was certain.
The Siwoo of now was not in his right mind.

제정신인 마녀가 저런 행위를 허가해 줄 리가 없으니, 엘로아의 한쪽 눈에 비치는 광경은 분명 강간 현장이다.
The sound of the rain was deafening.

The rain, which had been falling since dawn, showed no signs of stopping. It was a downpour that seemed to want to swallow the entire world.

I sat by the window, watching the rain. The raindrops, like countless tiny needles, relentlessly struck the glass. The world outside was blurred, as if wrapped in a gray veil.

I was alone in the room. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of the rain. It was a silence that felt like a deep sigh.

I picked up a book. It was a collection of poems by a poet I liked. I opened the book at random and began to read.

*The rain falls, and the world is silent.*

*The rain falls, and my heart is heavy.*

*The rain falls, and I think of you.*

The words resonated deeply within me. It was as if the poet had written these words just for me.

I closed the book and looked out the window again. The rain was still falling. The world was still blurred.

I felt a strange sense of loneliness. It was a loneliness that seemed to have been with me for a long time.

I got up from my seat and walked to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. I poured the water into a glass and drank it.

The cold water refreshed me a little. But the loneliness remained.

I went back to the window and sat down again. The rain was still falling. The world was still blurred.

I closed my eyes. I tried to think of something else. But all I could think of was the rain.

The rain was like a mirror, reflecting my own heart. It was a sad, lonely, and heavy heart.

I opened my eyes again. The rain was still falling. The world was still blurred.

I sighed deeply. I knew that the rain would not stop anytime soon. And I knew that my loneliness would not go away anytime soon either.

I leaned my head against the window. I closed my eyes again. I listened to the sound of the rain.

The rain was deafening. But in that deafening sound, I could hear the sound of my own heart.

It was a sad, lonely, and heavy sound. But it was also a sound that was real.

I was alone in the room. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of the rain. It was a silence that felt like a deep sigh.

And in that silence, I found a strange kind of peace.

Even if there’s no way to know how Siwoo, who’s only around the 15th level, could have subdued a 20th-level Periwinkle (if we had to classify it), if we leave it like this, Siwoo, who has lost his reason, might become a public enemy.

She had to protect Siwoo.
Even if it meant kneeling before Periwinkle and bowing her head, she had to explain Siwoo’s condition.

Without a word, Eloa gathered all her magic and rushed to where Siwoo was.
Myeongdong and Gwanghwamun weren’t that far apart.
She could arrive in about three minutes.

The magic of contracts, as powerful as its effects were, always came with a price and conditions.
Just as the activation of the Light of Truth would blind you, and physical enhancement required sleep as a price.

Similarly, the Guardian’s Contract, once activated, would continue until the original contract, ‘Tiferet can protect Shin Siwoo,’ was fulfilled.
Therefore, Eloa had no choice but to run, with a horrific scene of rape in one eye and the scenery of Seoul in the other.

Eloa’s knees buckled as she arrived in front of the hotel, ready to leap to the 51st floor in one go.
But then she saw Siwoo, who had finished his business, talking to Periwinkle.

“Haa… haa…. I think I’m really going crazy….”

As Siwoo’s body collapsed onto Periwinkle after finishing the deep exploration of Periwinkle’s rear, Periwinkle reached behind her, stroking Siwoo’s head as she lay on her back.
She was very satisfied and loving.

“?????”

Eloa had no choice but to stiffen in a different sense.

Clearly, just moments ago it was rape, but the instant it ended, Periwinkle was looking at Siwoo as tenderly as if they were lovers.

There wasn’t a trace left of the Periwinkle who had been a rape victim just a little while ago.

Clearly, just a moment ago, she was begging and pleading with tears streaming down her face.

Why the sudden change?

‘My butt is so sore… I said it was okay to hit me as much as you wanted, but… I won’t be able to wear a bikini for a while.’

“Isn’t this all because of you, Periwinkle? I clearly told you it was dangerous if you kept making me smell your scent…”

“More, smell me more… You can be rougher, you know?”

Shiwoo tried to pull away, looking troubled, but Periwinkle spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck. Periwinkle kept trying to press the top of her head right in front of Shiwoo’s nose.

“It’s not every day I get to do this with a guy like you, right? I need to do it a lot before I leave Korea, chuuup….”

The lead in the quiet conversation was clearly with Periwinkle.
And she kissed Siwoo as if she wanted more.
Eloa blinked, trying to get her frozen thoughts moving again.

The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.

It was a small, old-fashioned music box. The kind you’d see in an antique shop. The wooden box was a dark, faded brown, and the carvings on it were so worn that it was hard to tell what they were supposed to be.

I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no sender’s name on the package, just my address written in a neat, unfamiliar hand.

I opened the lid of the music box. A delicate melody began to play, a tune I’d never heard before. It was a sad, melancholic song, but strangely, it felt familiar.

As I listened to the music, I felt a strange sensation, like a door opening in my mind. Suddenly, I saw images flashing before my eyes.

A grand, old mansion, a vast garden, and a woman with long, flowing hair. I didn’t know who she was, but I felt an intense longing, as if I had lost something precious.

The music stopped, and the images vanished. I was left with a strange feeling of emptiness and confusion.

I closed the lid of the music box, but the melody lingered in my mind. I had a feeling that this music box was more than just an ordinary gift. It was a key to something, something I had to find out.

I decided to investigate the music box. I searched the internet for information about the melody, but I couldn’t find anything. It was as if the song didn’t exist.

I tried to find out who had sent the music box, but the post office couldn’t provide any information. The package had been delivered anonymously.

I was frustrated, but I couldn’t give up. I had a feeling that the answers I was looking for were hidden within the music box.

I opened the lid again, and the melody began to play. This time, I focused on the images that appeared in my mind.

The mansion, the garden, and the woman. I tried to remember every detail, every nuance.

I realized that the woman was wearing a unique necklace, a silver pendant with a strange symbol. I had seen that symbol somewhere before.

I searched through my old books and magazines, and finally, I found it. The symbol was from an old, forgotten cult, a group that had been rumored to have practiced dark magic.

I was shocked. Could this music box be connected to that cult? Could the woman in my visions be one of their members?

I had to find out. I decided to go to the place I had seen in my visions, the grand, old mansion.

I didn’t know where it was, but I had a feeling that the music box would lead me there.

I packed a bag, took the music box, and set out on my journey. I didn’t know what I would find, but I knew that I had to follow the music.

So, you’re saying that all the perverted and sadistic sexual acts up until now were done with a series of agreements?

I could get this far quickly, but another question arises.
But why, exactly?

Siwoo’s breath grew ragged as he kissed Periwinkle, once again absorbing her scent deeply.
He grabbed Periwinkle’s neck as if training a spoiled puppy, then pressed down.

“I told you, it really won’t work…”
“Keheuk… C-can you speak informally to me? More forcefully… Swear! You can even mix in some curses…!”

Periwinkle’s eyes sparkled as if she was happy to be treated like that.
Eloa was in shock, hearing Siwoo, who always spoke kindly, say, “Spread your legs, you bitch.”
Eloa staggered around like a patient with low blood pressure.

She could roughly guess the situation.
For Eloa, who had assumed the worst, it was a somewhat relieving outcome.
Eloa had a fairly conservative view of sex, but she wasn’t so narrow-minded as to interfere with Siwoo’s relationships as an adult.
She also didn’t think she had the right to do so in the first place.
However, the reason Eloa couldn’t calm herself down now was something else.

“I wish I didn’t have to see this anymore…”

To reiterate, the guardian contract, once enacted, continues until Eloa can protect Siwoo.
Although the criteria are vague, it probably won’t be lifted until she meets Siwoo.
But Siwoo is now…
Doing that kind of thing.

She absolutely had no intention of interrupting.
In other words, she had to fill half of her vision with the scene of rough intercourse until Siwoo was finished.

“……..”

Why did things like this keep happening whenever Siwoo was involved?

Eloa looked like she was about to cry.