City ​​of Witches 371

Chapter 371 – #80_Hero(2)

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1.
I sat on the living room sofa, anxiously smoking a cigarette.
The Count had gone to appease Diana, but it was already well past sunset and he still hadn’t returned.

From what Siwoo had observed, Count Yesod’s love for his daughter was terrifying.
His doting fatherly side was evident in his everyday conversations, and he never missed an opportunity to boast about his daughter, all of which Siwoo had witnessed firsthand.

And now, Count Yesod had learned that Diana had been in danger.
Thanks to Diana’s suggestion, the actual incident had been somewhat toned down and minimized, and because Siwoo was there, major harm was avoided. But, when you think about it, taking Diana to Border Town was the start of the whole thing. If Count Yesod were to use that as grounds for reprimand, Siwoo would have nothing to say, even if he had ten mouths.

So, while he was trying to soothe his troubled mind with cigarettes, he heard the click-clack of heels.
Count Yesod, with her hair tied up beautifully as usual, though slightly disheveled, still looked as elegant as ever.

“You’re back?”

Siwoo quickly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up to greet the Count.
The Count, looking as drained as a surgeon after a major operation, nodded in response to Siwoo’s greeting.

Honestly, I’m a bit nervous.

The fury the Count had shown when she learned about the attack on Diana was truly spine-chilling.

“Shall we talk?”
“Yes.”

The Count turned around without another word, and Siwoo followed her, his heart pounding with anxiety.

She’s definitely not her usual self.
There’s no warm smile, no relaxed demeanor.

Since Siwoo was the one who ultimately saved Diana, he might avoid the direct brunt of her anger, but he couldn’t be sure that there wouldn’t be additional consequences, like, ‘That’s the end of your tutoring duties. And of course, the lessons are over too.’

The place the Count led him to wasn’t her personal library.
It seemed to be the lounge in her room.
The living room was almost identical to Diana’s room.

The commonalities were, of course, the abundance of obviously expensive furniture and the fact that the living room alone was large enough for a family of four to live in.
The differences were that there were more extravagant liquor bottles displayed in the cabinet, and the furniture and carpets had a more mature, antique feel.
The books that were stacked here and there also looked more difficult.

“Shall we talk?”
“Of course.”

The Count took out a bottle of liquor and two glasses and placed them on the table.
Count Lucy stopped Siwoo, who reflexively got up to pour the drinks, and filled her own glass to the brim.
She didn’t even fill Siwoo’s glass, and downed hers in one shot.

“Haa….”

Siwoo, watching her carefully, cautiously brought up the main topic.
It was better to get the scolding over with first. If this was a place for reprimand, it was better to open the door with his own words.

“I’m sorry. It was my carelessness that put Miss Diana in danger. I will be more careful to ensure this doesn’t happen again.”

He placed his hands on his knees and bowed respectfully.
He had gone through dozens of mental rehearsals while smoking, so his posture was impeccable.
It wasn’t just a formality; there was also genuine remorse in his words, acknowledging his responsibility.

“It’s okay. I’m not foolish enough to blame you for that, Siwoo. Besides, if you hadn’t been there, something much worse might have happened.”

The Count accepted Siwoo’s apology with a long sigh.
She briefly touched her head as if she were tired, but it seemed that the most pressing issue had been avoided.

“How is the young lady?”
“She’s much better than I expected. I just watched her for a bit, and she was sleeping soundly. She used to be so timid and always looked for me… She’s grown up so much. It makes my heart ache.”

The Count gave a bitter smile and poured some liquor into Siwoo’s glass as well.

“Thank you, Siwoo. I heard that the homunculus had seventeen eyes. You handled things much more cleanly than the witch who stays in Border Town.”
“You’re too kind. I guess it was a good match…”
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Let me see.”

The Count picked up her glass, got up from her seat, and naturally sat next to Siwoo.
As if that was her rightful place.

As she moved closer, the sweet, creamy scent of her skin mixed with the musk-based perfume, making his head spin.
The delicate neckline revealed by her outfit, and her soft voice, added to the Count’s unique, seductive aura.

“I’m really fine. You don’t have to do this…”

Then, the Count’s white hand, after putting down her glass, grabbed Siwoo’s hand.
Her warm, delicate fingertips intertwined with his like a snake, as if she would never let go.

“No, you see, even if a spirit looks fine on the outside, there can be problems if its balance and structure are disrupted.”
“No, that’s not it. I really didn’t get hit at all…”

It was the truth.
He had just been on the offensive the whole time.

But, regardless, the Count’s actions were bewildering.
The Count had made light jokes before, as if she were teasing or testing him, but he could tell instinctively.
Today, the atmosphere was incomparably more intense.

“I won’t believe it unless I see it with my own eyes.”

The Count, who had grabbed Siwoo’s hand with one hand and was now caressing his thigh with the other, leaned close and whispered in his ear.
Each time she uttered a word, a ticklish breeze brushed against his ear.
A rich fragrance enveloped him, caressing the tip of his nose.

Even a fool could tell.
This was a come-on from Count Yesod.
Not the subtle come-ons she had made before, but a sincere seduction, a direct physical approach.

The Count had always exuded a strange sensuality, like a ripe fruit dripping with honey.
When she moved her red lips and spoke in a sweet voice, an irresistible charm flowed out.

-Rustle

With the sound of her clothes rustling, the Count gently straddled Siwoo’s lap, her legs spread.
If they had been undressed, it wouldn’t have been strange if they were already engaged in intercourse.
It was what was known as a face-to-face sitting position.

“Countess, I don’t think you should be doing this…”
“I just want to check your physical condition, Siwoo, is that so wrong?”

It didn’t seem like it…
Siwoo thought, but he couldn’t easily push her away, his body wouldn’t move.

He never thought he would ever relate to the line, ‘My mouth says no, but my body says yes.’
Especially since his already stiff member was buried in the Count’s soft, cushiony bottom.

“Oh my…”

The barrier of his suit pants and underwear was nothing more than paper in front of Siwoo’s full erection.
The Count lowered her gaze slightly.
It was as if she was saying she could feel everything.

He couldn’t help but avert his eyes at her teasing gaze.
In fact, that wasn’t the only thing that made Siwoo uncomfortable in this situation.

Was it because of Diana’s way of calling the Count ‘Mother’?
Or was it because Count Yesod called Diana ‘my daughter’?
Or was it because she exuded a mature femininity with her unique way of speaking and dressing?

He felt like he was having an affair while her husband was away.
The Count, who didn’t look even close to being in her late 20s, felt like a married woman.

Therefore, he felt a terrible guilt, as if he were really cheating, but he couldn’t push the Count away.
When he looked into her orange eyes, he felt like his soul was being sucked in.

This was irresistible.
Even if you put three great saints here, the result would be similar.
He could only comfort himself with such thoughts.

“How is it? Is there anything uncomfortable?”

The Count, who was whispering in his ear, her lips just a hair’s breadth away from his, had her arms around Siwoo’s neck.
The Count’s special ‘pussy cushion’ was now pressing against the back of his hard cock, with more weight than before.

There were many uncomfortable things.
The Count looked at Siwoo’s stiff figure as if he were cute, and began to unbutton his shirt one by one.

“Since you won’t tell me, I’ll have to check for myself.”

With each button that was undone, his healthy chest was revealed.
The Count’s eyes sparkled as she placed her warm hand on Siwoo’s chest.

“Your heart is beating too fast. Why is that?”

The Count chuckled, a faint blush appearing on her face.
She gently caressed his chest, not directly touching it, but with a tickling touch.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her small waist and kiss her right away.
It wasn’t just because he had inhaled her scent.
The moment Siwoo couldn’t hold back any longer and tried to kiss her.

“Ah…!”

The Count, startled, let out a low gasp and moved away from Siwoo as if she were fleeing.

“Ah…”
“I apologize for my rudeness.”

Half of him was disappointed, and half of him was relieved.
The Count turned her back to Siwoo, fixed her hair, and then stretched.

“Haa… It seems there’s nothing wrong with your spirit. You can go now. Thank you for today.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Would it be okay to postpone the tutoring until Diana calms down?”
“Yes.”

The Count spoke quickly, without any of the sensual tone she had used earlier.
She must have gone too far.
Lucy Yesod, a Count, had come on so strongly, and his lack of reaction might have hurt her pride.

“Oh, I almost forgot.”

The Count, who was about to head into her bedroom, glanced back and said.

“We’ll keep the private lessons as usual. How about… 12 o’clock? My schedule is packed.”

She had seduced him first.
When Siwoo, swayed by her, was about to respond, she cut him off and stood up, making him think it was all a misunderstanding.
But then, she suddenly moved the tutoring time to late at night, leaving room for doubt.

Everything was confusing.

2.
As soon as Count Yesod closed the bedroom door, she filled the dry bathtub in her bedroom with water.

She untied the belt that wrapped around her dress like a package, and pulled off the garter belt that held up her stockings.
The Count, who had thrown off her panties along with her porcelain-like legs, looked at her panties using her fingers like pincers.

“Oh my… How embarrassing.”

The state of her white lace and ribbon panties was, as the Count had said, quite embarrassing.
The outside was only slightly stained, but the inside was soaked and dripping.

The reason was truly mortifying.
While she was on top of him, acting coquettish, sticky honey had flowed from Lucy’s secret garden.
The amount that flowed down her thighs as soon as she took off her panties was considerable.

The Count dipped her toes into the tub to check the water temperature and then slipped inside as if she were sliding.

“Haa….”

Only then did the sigh she had been holding back escape.
In fact, the Count had planned to bring him into her bedroom today.

There were no ulterior motives.
She was simply trying to repay the kind young man who had played well with Diana and saved her, with gratitude.

What would a man in his prime like the most?
It was clear that Siwoo was also interested in the Count’s body.
Just thinking about the illegal parking incident during the last private lesson made it obvious.

She had only chosen the gift based on that incident, and there were no other personal feelings.
None at all…
Maybe just a little?
There were none.

But Siwoo, who was clearly a virgin, seemed to need the skillful lead of an older woman, and the Count had provided it.

In fact, he had almost fallen for it.
The moment Yesod suddenly stood up, he was just about to kiss her.

The reason Count Yesod suddenly retreated from her plan was because, while his hard member was rubbing against her, the Count’s secret garden had changed as if a rainstorm had passed through it.
Even if she hadn’t noticed it in the middle, she would have left an embarrassing stain on his pants.

Even if she had tried to seduce him first, she didn’t want to show such an unchaste appearance on their first tryst.
A Count who was already soaking wet before a kiss.
A lady didn’t want to give such an embarrassing impression.

“Tsk…”

But today wasn’t the only day.
There would be many more opportunities like this in the future.
The Count thought that she would definitely repay him next time.