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City ​​of Witches 48

City ​​of Witches 48

Chapter 48 – #12_Midnight Tutoring (3)

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1.
It was a very good offer, but it wasn’t something to agree to without hearing the details.
Siwoo sat back on the bed and asked Odile, who was dangling her legs,

“So, what do you need me to do?”
“First, there are three conditions to complete the contract.”
“Didn’t you just say there were two?”

Odile gave a mischievous smile, hummed, and then said,

“Well, it’s because I could see how much you liked the music box. I thought I could ask for one more thing.”

Was it that obvious?
Odile giggled, seeing Siwoo touch his face.

“It’s not confirmed yet, so tell me first. I’ll decide after hearing the details.”

That music box was worth taking a reasonable risk for.
If he escaped, he wouldn’t have to worry about being caught again, right?
Plus, he could invest all his time in researching dimensional magic circles, which was very tempting.

“Okay, then, one.”

Odile held up a finger.

“Come with us on a picnic tomorrow.”
“A picnic?”
“You have a day off anyway, right? We were planning to go to Mount Young, where we grow magical crops. It’s boring to go just the two of us every day, so we thought we’d take you.”

This was a welcome suggestion for Siwoo.

“Wait, is it the Mount Young I know?”
“Of course! Is there another one?”

Mount Young, the joint property of Duke Keter and Count Geminai.
It was a large-scale production site that accounted for 95% of the magical crops supplied to Gehenna.
Siwoo was interested because he had heard rumors that Mount Young had beautiful and mysterious natural scenery.

Takasho, whom he had briefly seen from afar, said it felt like looking at a fairy forest.
Even Takasho, who had no interest in anything but women, was interested, so he could imagine how beautiful it must be.

“Okay, that’s good. I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“Right? I knew you’d like it.”

Odile bounced on the bed with her bottom, excited.
She was so cute in these moments.

“Then, second, prove here that my theory is correct.”

Compared to the first condition, this was a bit tricky.
The proof probably involved putting a finger in Odile’s butt hole.
That is, until Odile felt good or said it was enough.

Still, it wasn’t a dangerous task.
If the situation were a little different, it might be something Siwoo would beg to do, so he accepted it for now.
He had already gone through anal sex.
If he was careful, inserting a finger wouldn’t be a big deal.

Siwoo nodded, and Odile presented the last condition.

“Lastly, well…”

A pureness brighter than moonlight radiated from Odile.
She brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and said to Siwoo,

“Teach me about love.”

Combined with the lights pouring in from the window, it looked like a scene from a romance movie.
Especially Odile, who looked like a very beautiful actress when she said that line.

“Actually, I still don’t know. I wondered if what I felt when I drank the potion was love, but it feels different.”
“It looked more like an aphrodisiac to me.”

Odile fidgeted with her fingers and continued,

“So, I want to experience it a little more normally. I asked Pecha, my maid, and she said… love isn’t something you can feel so easily.”

Odile jumped off the bed and slowly approached Siwoo, who was smoking his third cigarette by the window.
She then held one of his fingers tightly.

“She said you can only find it after holding hands, stroking cheeks, going on dates, kissing, and getting to know each other.”
“That’s generally how it is.”

Of course, Siwoo didn’t know that feeling either, so he couldn’t explain it.

“So, I’m going to try that. Actually, going to Mount Young together is a kind of date. It’s an extension of the third request.”
“What do I have to do? I don’t think I can guarantee that I can make you feel love.”

Love wasn’t some detachable part, and the real world wasn’t a place where you could build affection like in an RPG game.

“Then, it’ll be easier to say it this way. If I ask you, play with me in the future. Don’t say you won’t see me again.”
“With you? Is it not related to Odette?”

Siwoo suddenly noticed something strange in Odile’s words.
Odile’s habit was ‘two as one!’ and she often mentioned Odette.
If it were her usual self, she would have said, ‘Play with us often.’
He couldn’t help but point out the oddity.

And Siwoo’s remark seemed quite unexpected for Odile as well.
Odile, who had widened her eyes, realized her mistake after a while and corrected herself.

“Oops, I made a mistake, unlike me. Anyway, just play with us often.”
“Can I think about it for a moment?”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting for a wise answer.”

In fact, even if Odile ordered Siwoo, he would have to reluctantly follow.
After all, the moment the material for the escape magic was discovered, he didn’t know how Amelia or other witches would react.
But why was Odile trying to use Siwoo, even exchanging an artifact?

“Have you stopped trying to exploit my weakness?”
“Would you enjoy it if we exploited your weakness? If we’re having fun, you should be having some fun too.”

Such delicate consideration.
Siwoo was a little touched.

As he had observed, Odile was not cruel.
She was very self-centered, but she was respecting Siwoo’s wishes in her own way.

“If you take my hand and shake it up and down, I’ll take it as the contract being established.”

Odile casually extended her hand.

“Understood.”

Siwoo took Odile’s hand and shook it lightly.
Both Siwoo and Odile smiled at the win-win contract.

2.
Going to Mount Young tomorrow and playing with the twins were things for later, but there were also contract details that needed to be resolved right away.

It was a matter of immediately satisfying Odile’s quirky curiosity.
As soon as the two realized this, the atmosphere became seriously awkward.
Odile and Siwoo stood side by side, staring down at the bed for a long time.

“Um… well.”
“What should we do?”

Odile fidgeted, clutching at her hem, and Siwoo, too, couldn’t offer any particular suggestion, just scratching the back of his head.

“To be precise, I want to know if it feels good when it’s not my hand, but the assistant’s hand that goes in.”
“Yes, I understand that point. But now… I was hoping you could decide on the position and things like that.”
“We’re in a symbiotic relationship now, aren’t we? Does it always have to be me making the decisions? Don’t try to freeload, you should come up with ideas too, Assistant.”

Come up with ideas?
What a perplexing thing to say.
But there wasn’t much time to hesitate.
It was also important to quickly get Odile out of here before Amelia came.

“Then, um, would you lower your underwear?”
“What? How can I do that sober?”

Showing her butt is embarrassing, but how can she ask someone to put their hand in her rear end while sober?
Siwoo wanted to ask her back.

“Then, should we do it standing up?”

Odile nodded.

“I’ll hold onto the bed and stand like this.”

Then, she placed both hands on the bed at waist height and slightly stuck her butt out.
She needlessly lifted and lowered her heels as if she were doing ballet practice.

“Wouldn’t it work if I touched it like this? Just putting my hand inside the drawers.”
“Understood.”
“Ah, and just doing it like that is difficult. As far as I know, the back can hurt if there isn’t any lubricant, unlike the front. Check the inside pocket of that robe over there.”

It seems Odile had already prepared everything like a diligent student.
When the stopper was opened, a fragrant floral scent rose from the luxurious-looking white porcelain bottle.
It smelled similar to the scent that usually came from Odile’s body, so it seemed to be a scented oil used when bathing.

“Apply that to your finger and do it.”

Shiwoo swallowed hard and tilted the bottle, soaking one finger completely.
It was sufficiently slick.

“Then, excuse me.”

I made sure there was enough space so that no oil would get on my clothes or skin, and then I inserted my hand.

“Hick!”

The moment Siwoo pulled at the drawers, Odile, who had been staring ahead like a racehorse, let out a shrill sound and gasped.

“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, no. I was just surprised because your hands are so cold. Please, continue.”

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

It was a small, antique music box. The kind you’d see in old movies, with a ballerina spinning on top. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with patterns that looked like vines and flowers. It was beautiful, but it felt… off. Like it was holding a secret.

I found it on my doorstep, no note, no return address. Just the box, sitting there like it had been waiting for me. I picked it up, the wood cool against my skin, and brought it inside.

I wound the key, and a delicate melody filled the room. It was a waltz, slow and melancholic, like a forgotten lullaby. The ballerina began to spin, her tiny porcelain face serene. As I watched her, I felt a strange pull, a sense of longing I couldn’t explain.

I played the music box again and again that day. Each time, the melody seemed to grow more haunting, the ballerina’s dance more hypnotic. I found myself lost in the music, forgetting the world around me.

That night, I dreamt of the music box. I was standing in a grand ballroom, the music swirling around me. The ballerina was no longer tiny; she was a woman, her eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored my own. She reached out to me, and I reached back, our fingers almost touching.

Then I woke up, the music box’s melody still echoing in my mind. I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that this was no ordinary gift. It was something more, something dangerous. And I was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

The desire to hold onto that firm plumpness had already been verified long ago.

Siwoo slid his hand along the tightly interlocked cleft of her buttocks. The sound of swallowing, amidst the heavy tension, was unusually loud.

“Okay, I’ll put it in.”
“Wait, hold on! Assistant, not there. That’s a different hole!”

The world was a stage, and I was merely an extra.

That’s how I felt, anyway.

My name is Kim Hana. I’m twenty-two years old, and I’m what you might call a ‘professional extra.’ I’ve been living this life for the past two years.

It all started when I was a freshman in college. I was a typical, ordinary student, nothing special about me. I had a part-time job at a convenience store, and I spent my days going to classes and hanging out with friends.

One day, a friend of mine, Minji, dragged me to a movie set. She was working as a production assistant, and she needed an extra pair of hands. I didn’t have anything else to do, so I went along.

That was the first time I saw a real movie set. It was a whole different world. There were cameras, lights, and people running around everywhere. It was chaotic, but also strangely exciting.

I was assigned to be a background extra. I had to walk back and forth in the background of a scene, pretending to be a passerby. It was a simple job, but I was surprisingly nervous. I kept messing up my steps, and the director had to yell at me a few times.

But despite the initial difficulties, I found myself enjoying the experience. It was fun to be a part of something bigger, even if it was just in the background. And the best part was that I got paid for it.

After that day, I started working as an extra more often. I signed up with an agency, and they would call me whenever they needed someone. I’ve been in dramas, movies, commercials, and even music videos.

I’ve played all sorts of roles. I’ve been a student, a waitress, a pedestrian, a customer, a patient, and even a zombie. I’ve worn all sorts of costumes, from school uniforms to hanboks to business suits.

I’ve seen all sorts of actors, from famous celebrities to up-and-coming rookies. I’ve seen them laugh, cry, get angry, and be happy. I’ve seen them at their best and at their worst.

I’ve learned a lot about the entertainment industry. It’s a tough world, full of competition and hard work. But it’s also a world of dreams and possibilities.

I’ve also learned a lot about myself. I’ve learned that I’m more resilient than I thought I was. I’ve learned that I can handle anything that comes my way.

I’m not sure what the future holds for me. I might continue to be an extra, or I might find something else to do. But whatever I do, I know that I’ll always remember my time as a professional extra.

It’s not a glamorous life, but it’s my life. And I’m grateful for it.

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Ah.

I was so busy admiring the smoothness of her butt crack that I missed it.

It wasn’t much, just about half a word.

Odile, startled like a chick getting its vaccinations, began to peep and squawk.

“How could you put it there! I didn’t think you were like this, Assistant. You’re a sly one, aren’t you?”
“I, I’m sorry.”

I don’t know who’s calling who sly.

Anyway, a mistake was a mistake, so Siwoo hurriedly pulled his finger out and searched for Odile’s back passage.

“Haa…”

Somehow, Odile’s ears are getting hotter and hotter.
When she was angry earlier, I caught a glimpse of her profile, and it was flushed red like a ripe persimmon.
Why would she endure such humiliation to prove something, when she’s so easily embarrassed?
Siwoo couldn’t figure it out at all.

“Is this the right place?”
“What, what are you even asking… you can see it, can’t you?”

The wind was blowing.

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

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a constant, rhythmic beat.

I was sitting on the beach, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon.

The sky was a canvas of vibrant colors, from deep oranges to soft pinks.

It was a beautiful sight, one that always managed to calm my restless heart.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the salty air.

It was a moment of peace, a brief respite from the chaos of my life.

But even in this moment of tranquility, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.

A void, a hollow space that seemed to grow larger with each passing day.

I opened my eyes, the colors of the sky now fading into the darkness of night.

The stars began to appear, twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet cloth.

I stood up, brushing the sand off my clothes.

It was time to go home.

But as I turned to leave, I noticed something in the distance.

A small, flickering light, moving slowly along the shoreline.

Curiosity piqued, I started walking towards it.

The closer I got, the clearer it became.

It was a person, carrying a lantern.

Their face was hidden in the shadows, but I could sense a certain sadness in their posture.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to approach them.

But something compelled me forward, a feeling that I couldn’t ignore.

“Hello?” I called out, my voice echoing in the stillness of the night.

The person stopped, turning to face me.

Their eyes met mine, and in that instant, I knew that my life was about to change.

The wind was blowing.

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

The scent of the sea was always a bit salty.

It was a scent that made me feel like I was standing on the beach, even when I wasn’t.

I was sitting on the rooftop of the school building.

The rooftop was a place where students weren’t supposed to be.

But I liked it.

It was quiet, and I could see the whole school from up here.

I could see the students playing in the schoolyard, the teachers walking around, and the clouds floating in the sky.

I could see everything.

I was always alone.

I didn’t have any friends.

I didn’t want any friends.

I was fine being alone.

I liked being alone.

I was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, dangling my legs.

The wind was blowing my hair.

I closed my eyes.

I could feel the wind on my face.

I could hear the sound of the wind.

I could smell the scent of the sea.

It was a good feeling.

I opened my eyes.

I looked at the sky.

The sky was blue.

There were white clouds floating in the sky.

I watched the clouds.

They were moving slowly.

They were changing shape.

I watched them for a long time.

Then, I heard a sound.

It was the sound of the door to the rooftop opening.

I turned my head.

There was a girl standing there.

She was a girl I had never seen before.

She was looking at me.

She had big eyes.

She had long hair.

She was wearing a school uniform.

She was a student at this school.

I didn’t know her name.

I didn’t know anything about her.

But she was looking at me.

I looked back at her.

We looked at each other for a long time.

Then, she spoke.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

Her voice was soft.

It was a voice that made me feel strange.

I didn’t answer her.

I just looked at her.

She looked at me again.

Then, she spoke again.

“This is a dangerous place,” she said.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

I still didn’t answer her.

I just kept looking at her.

She sighed.

Then, she walked towards me.

She stopped in front of me.

She looked down at me.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I still didn’t answer her.

I just kept looking at her.

She reached out her hand.

She touched my cheek.

Her hand was warm.

It was a warm feeling.

I looked at her hand.

Then, I looked at her face.

She was smiling.

It was a gentle smile.

It was a smile that made me feel strange.

I didn’t know why.

But I felt strange.

I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t know what to say.

I just kept looking at her.

She took her hand away.

Then, she spoke again.

“My name is Hana,” she said.

“What’s your name?”

I looked at her.

I didn’t know what to say.

I had never told anyone my name before.

I didn’t want to tell her my name.

But she was looking at me.

She was waiting for me to answer.

I sighed.

Then, I spoke.

“My name is…”

I paused.

I didn’t want to say it.

But I had to.

“My name is… Minjun,” I said.

She smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Minjun,” she said.

“I’m glad I met you.”

I looked at her.

I didn’t know what to say.

I had never met anyone like her before.

I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t know what to think.

I just looked at her.

She looked back at me.

Then, she spoke again.

“Do you want to be friends?” she asked.

I looked at her.

I didn’t know what to say.

I had never had a friend before.

I didn’t know what it was like to have a friend.

I didn’t know if I wanted a friend.

But she was looking at me.

She was waiting for me to answer.

I sighed.

Then, I spoke.

“Okay,” I said.

She smiled.

“Really?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Really,” I said.

She smiled even wider.

“I’m so happy,” she said.

“I’m so glad we’re friends.”

I looked at her.

I didn’t know what to say.

I had never felt like this before.

I didn’t know what it was.

But it was a good feeling.

I smiled.

It was a small smile.

But it was a smile.

She smiled back at me.

Then, she sat down next to me.

We sat there together.

We didn’t say anything.

We just sat there.

The wind was still blowing.

The scent of the sea was still there.

But it felt different now.

It felt better.

I looked at Hana.

She was looking at the sky.

I looked at the sky too.

The sky was still blue.

The clouds were still floating.

But it felt different now.

It felt better.

I was no longer alone.

I had a friend.

Her name was Hana.

And I was glad I met her.

Siwoo, as if possessed, gently stroked the wrinkle. The way it slid softly due to the oil was an incredibly captivating sensation.

“I’ll really put it in this time.”

Siwoo began to slowly push his index finger, coated in massage oil, inside.
At the same time, an immense resistance was felt.
A flower bud closing as if absolutely refusing any intrusion.

“Oh, Dil-nim, if you push so hard… I can’t insert it?”

Shiwoo was starting to get absorbed in the situation.
Wouldn’t it be normal for a proper man to get turned on?
Such a pretty young lady comes to him and asks him to put his hand in her butt hole and make her feel good?

“W-wait, it worked before… Why?”

“Would you like to take a deep breath?”
“A deep breath? Okay. Hiss… ha… hiss… hiyang…!”

As she exhaled, Siwoo timed it perfectly and slipped his finger in.
At the same time, Odile let out a cute moan and stiffened.

“Y-you surprised me…!”
“Thanks to you, it went in smoothly.”

A finger joint’s worth went in smoothly.

Inside her moist body, which felt much hotter than Odile’s warm skin, I could feel her mucous membranes twitching intermittently.

Honestly, it’s hard to hold back.

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 tiny ballerina spinning on top. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with patterns that looked like vines and flowers. It was beautiful, but it was also… unsettling.

I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no card, no return address, nothing. It had simply appeared on my doorstep, a silent, mysterious package.

I tried to open it, but the lid was stubbornly locked. I shook it, turned it upside down, even tried to pry it open with a knife, but nothing worked. It was as if the box was guarding its secrets.

Frustrated, I put it on my desk and forgot about it for a while. I had a party to plan, after all. My twentieth birthday was a big deal, and I wanted to celebrate it with all my friends.

The party was a blast. We danced, we laughed, we ate cake, and for a few hours, I forgot all about the strange music box. But as the night wore on and the guests began to leave, my eyes kept drifting back to it.

It sat there on my desk, a silent, dark presence in the otherwise brightly lit room. I felt a strange pull towards it, a curiosity that I couldn’t ignore.

Finally, when everyone had left and I was alone, I picked it up again. I ran my fingers over the smooth, cool wood, tracing the intricate carvings. I felt a strange sense of anticipation, as if the box was waiting for me to do something.

I tried the lid again, and this time, it opened.

A soft, tinkling melody filled the room. It was a haunting tune, both beautiful and sad, like a lullaby from a forgotten dream. The tiny ballerina on top began to spin, her porcelain face frozen in a serene smile.

I watched her, mesmerized, as the music played on. It was as if the room had faded away, and I was alone with the music and the ballerina.

Then, something strange happened.

The ballerina’s smile widened, and her eyes seemed to open. She looked directly at me, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

“Hello,” she whispered, her voice as soft as the music.

I stared at her, speechless. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A tiny ballerina, talking to me from inside a music box.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said, her voice still soft. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I wanted to ask her who she was, where she came from, but I couldn’t find my voice. I just stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest.

“My name is Lyra,” she said. “And I have a story to tell you.”

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

It was a small, old-fashioned music box. The kind you might find in a dusty antique shop. The box was made of dark wood, and the surface was worn, as if it had been handled countless times. The lid was inlaid with a simple, yet elegant, silver design.

I had no idea who had sent it. There was no sender’s name on the package, just my name and address written in neat, unfamiliar handwriting.

I opened the lid. A delicate melody began to play, a tune I had never heard before. It was melancholic, yet strangely comforting. As I listened, I felt a strange sensation, as if I was being pulled into the music itself.

The room around me seemed to fade, and I found myself standing in a place I didn’t recognize. It was a forest, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The trees were tall and ancient, their leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers.

I looked down at my hands. They were smaller, younger. I was no longer twenty, but a child again, perhaps seven or eight years old. I was wearing a simple cotton dress, and my hair was braided down my back.

I was confused and scared. Where was I? How did I get here?

Then, I saw her. A woman with long, flowing hair and kind eyes. She smiled at me, and I felt a sense of warmth and comfort wash over me.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said, her voice like the gentle murmur of a stream. “You’re safe here.”

I didn’t know who she was, but I trusted her implicitly. I took her hand, and she led me deeper into the forest.

We walked for what seemed like hours, the forest changing around us. Sometimes, we were in a sun-drenched meadow, filled with colorful butterflies. Other times, we were in a dark, mysterious grove, where the trees seemed to whisper secrets to each other.

The woman told me stories, stories of brave knights and magical creatures, of love and loss, of joy and sorrow. Her voice was mesmerizing, and I listened with rapt attention.

As the night deepened, we came to a small cottage, nestled in a clearing. The cottage was made of stone, and the windows glowed with a warm, inviting light.

“This is where you’ll stay for the night,” the woman said. “Rest well, and I’ll see you again in the morning.”

She kissed me on the forehead, and I felt a sense of peace settle over me. I went inside the cottage, and found a small bed waiting for me. I lay down, and closed my eyes.

I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, the woman was gone. The cottage was empty, and the forest outside was bathed in the golden light of dawn.

I felt a pang of sadness, but also a sense of excitement. I knew that I would see her again.

I stepped outside the cottage, and the forest seemed to welcome me. I took a deep breath, and began to explore.

I spent the whole day wandering through the forest, discovering new wonders at every turn. I saw animals I had never seen before, and plants that seemed to glow with an inner light. I felt like I was in a dream, a beautiful, magical dream.

As the sun began to set, I returned to the cottage. The woman was waiting for me, a warm smile on her face.

“Did you have a good day?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, my voice filled with wonder. “It was the most amazing day of my life.”

She smiled, and took my hand. “Then let’s have another one tomorrow.”

And so, I spent my days in the forest, with the woman who had become my guide and friend. I learned so much from her, about the world and about myself. I felt like I was growing, not just in age, but in spirit.

But as the days turned into weeks, I began to feel a sense of unease. I knew that this place, this magical forest, was not my real home. I missed my family, my friends, my life.

I told the woman about my feelings, and she listened patiently. When I was finished, she smiled sadly.

“I knew this day would come,” she said. “But don’t worry, you’ll always carry this place with you in your heart.”

She led me back to the place where I had first arrived, the place where the music box had brought me. She took my hand, and looked into my eyes.

“It’s time for you to go home,” she said. “But remember, you can always come back.”

She kissed me on the forehead, and I felt a strange sensation, as if I was being pulled back into myself.

The forest around me began to fade, and I found myself back in my room, the music box still playing its melancholic tune.

I was twenty again, but I was no longer the same person. I had been to a magical place, and I had met a woman who had changed my life forever.

I closed the lid of the music box, and the music stopped. I knew that I would never forget my time in the forest, and I knew that I would always carry the woman’s words with me.

I had received a strange gift on my twentieth birthday, a gift that had taken me on a journey I would never forget. And I knew, with a certainty that settled deep within my soul, that my life would never be the same again.

Let’s restrain ourselves. Let’s restrain ourselves.
We must not forget our purpose.

“I’ll start moving now.”
“Okay…. You have to do it slowly, slowly?”

As Siwoo began to wiggle his fingers, Odile, without looking back, began to tear at the bed sheet while standing on tiptoes.

City Of Witches

City Of Witches

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Status: Completed Type: Author: , Released: 2021 Native Language: Korean
Five years after being kidnapped and ens*aved in a city full of Witches, I became the only male Witch in the world!

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  1. Acret says:

    it is very strange situation

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