City ​​of Witches 493

Chapter 493 – #103_I’M An Associate Professor And You Are(5)

#492

1.
“Ah, ahn… haa… ugh….”

A sensual moan escapes her lips, and her elegant brow furrows.
Siwoo’s cock taps repeatedly against her G-spot.

Her legs spread wide on the table, the missionary position offered a clear, unadulterated view of her narrow hole devouring his massive cock.

“Mana…ger…! There, that part… please… remember it well….”

Amelia, trying to maintain a calm tone while suppressing moans and gasps.

But her expression was completely different from before.
Her lips looked as if they would melt away at any moment, her face a mess, and her eyes were filled with a desperate will to regain control.

-Squish! Squish!

“Here, you mean?”
“Haa…! Yes… yup…! That’s… one of the places… where I… easily feel it…!”

The swollen mound and the hollow groove on the roof of her vagina.
Her defenses were already weakened by Siwoo’s intense caresses.

As Siwoo pressed his cock firmly against Amelia’s G-spot, she gasped, her hands clenching over her chest.
Yet, she diligently continued her narration, a testament to her sheer determination.

-Squeak, squeak, squeak.

“There… if you keep… pressing and rubbing… that bumpy… part… Haaang…! My head… goes white… and my breathing… gets faster… and… and… Haaang…!”

The truth is, in order to listen attentively to Associate Professor Amelia’s brilliant lecture, one’s hip movements inevitably have to weaken.

Because if I did it too strongly, my whole body would tremble, my voice would be a mess, and no one would be able to understand what I was saying.

But a leisurely 10-minute G-spot stimulation.

Even that, the pinpoint attacks she had meticulously guided, were enough to bring Amelia to her peak with just leisurely movements.

“Huuuuuuuuuuh…!”

The old woman, her face a roadmap of wrinkles, sat hunched over the low table, her gaze fixed on the flickering candle. The small room was filled with the scent of dried herbs and the faint, musty odor of old paper. She carefully unfolded a worn scroll, its edges frayed and yellowed with age. The symbols etched onto its surface seemed to writhe in the candlelight, each one a silent testament to forgotten lore.

“The time is near,” she whispered, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “The stars align, and the veil thins.”

A young man, no older than twenty, entered the room, his footsteps light on the wooden floor. He was tall and lean, with eyes that held a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. “Grandmother,” he said, his voice soft, “is it truly time?”

The old woman looked up, her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of fierce determination. “Yes, my child,” she said, her voice gaining strength. “The prophecy speaks of this night. The one who will wield the power of the ancients will be revealed.”

The young man swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “And what if… what if I am not the one?”

The old woman smiled, a network of wrinkles deepening around her eyes. “Then we will face whatever comes, together. But I have faith, my child. The blood of the ancients flows in your veins. You are the one.”

She held out the scroll, her hand trembling slightly. “Take this, and read the words. Let the power awaken within you.”

The young man reached out, his fingers brushing against the ancient parchment. He felt a strange tingling sensation, a surge of energy that seemed to flow from the scroll into his very being. He looked down at the symbols, and as he began to read, the room seemed to shimmer, the candlelight growing brighter, and the air crackling with an unseen force.

Amelia’s body lurched violently, the back of her head slamming against the teacher’s desk with a loud thud.

허리는 잡아당긴 활처럼 뒤로 뻣뻣하게 펼쳐지고, 자지 기둥 부분을 감싸고 있던 보지가 꽈악 수축과 이완을 반복한다.
“Hnnng… Hnnngh… Hnnngh…!”

No matter how much Amelia tried to act like her old, iron-willed self from her assistant professor days, it was impossible for her to maintain that persona all the way to her climax.

Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, clamped her hands over her mouth, and trembled like she’d been electrocuted.

“하아… 그, 그렇게 귀두를 활용해 지속해서 문질러주면…. 하아, 하아…. 몸이 멋대로 움직이고… 질 안이 남성의 사정을 돕기 위해 수축과 이완을 반복하면서…. 저는… 오르가즘을 느끼는 거에요….”
Amelia finished her explanation, her breath ragged.

She’s so lovely.
So lovely that even the smallest bit of resentment I had left towards her completely vanished.

“And then?”

“하아, 그다음…. 그 다음은…. 한번 오르가즘을 느낄 때마다…. 안이 민감해 지면서…. 살짝만 움직여도 더 강한 쾌감을… 하읏…!”
“Like this?”

The hole, still tight from its recent climax.
A precise poke in the same spot sends Amelia into a fit of giggles.

“G-Guardian…! Don’t move on your own while I’m explaining… Ah… Aah… Haa…!”

Amelia’s legs, which had been flailing in the air, naturally wrapped around Siwoo’s waist.

If you do it that way during the insertion, it’s only natural that the depth will deepen.

더군다나 그녀의 안이 마치 빨아들이듯 시우의 물건을 흡입했기 때문에 자연스럽게 깊이가 깊어질 수밖에 없었다.
The hole that effortlessly swallowed all of Siwoo’s massive cock.

Amelia, panting desperately, clung to Siwoo as if hanging on for dear life.

“Do you like it here too?”
“…Do you think I’m having a lesson just to feel good right now…?”
“You seem to be enjoying it quite a bit, though.”
“…That place… is also my weak spot.”
“You mean here?”
“Haa…!”

Amelia hugged Siwoo even tighter, letting out a sweet sigh near his ear.
It was because she had reached the limit of pleasure, something that couldn’t be handled even with acting.
Perhaps even Amelia from back then would have shown a similar reaction.

-Squeak, squeak-

“Where am I?”

“Ah… ahh… haa…”

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

It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you’d see in a dusty old shop, the kind that might have been passed down through generations. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with swirling patterns, and it had a small, tarnished brass key.

I found it on my doorstep, no note, no return address, just the box sitting there like it had always belonged. I was curious, of course. Who wouldn’t be? I’d never seen anything like it.

I took it inside, placed it on my desk, and stared at it for a while. The wood felt smooth under my fingertips, the carvings almost alive. I turned the key, and a delicate melody filled the room. It was a tune I’d never heard before, but it felt familiar, like a forgotten memory.

The music box didn’t just play music. It showed me things.

The first time, it was a fleeting image, a glimpse of a place I didn’t recognize. A forest, bathed in an ethereal light, with trees that seemed to whisper secrets. I thought it was just my imagination, a trick of the light, but the images kept coming.

Each time I turned the key, I saw something different. A bustling city, a quiet village, a vast ocean under a starlit sky. It was like looking through a window into another world, or maybe many worlds.

I became obsessed with the music box. I spent hours turning the key, watching the images unfold, trying to understand what they meant. I started keeping a journal, writing down everything I saw, every detail, every feeling.

The images weren’t just random. They seemed to be connected, telling a story, a story I couldn’t quite grasp. There were recurring characters, faces that seemed to look at me, as if they knew I was watching.

One face, in particular, kept appearing. A woman with long, dark hair and eyes that seemed to hold the weight of the world. She was always in different places, different times, but her gaze was always the same, piercing and knowing.

I felt drawn to her, a strange sense of connection, as if she was trying to tell me something. I didn’t know who she was, or what she wanted, but I knew I had to find out.

The music box wasn’t just a gift. It was a puzzle, a mystery, and I was determined to solve it.

앙증맞은 클리가 시우의 아랫배에 비벼질 때까지 깊숙이 밀어 넣은 채 허리를 뭉근하게 돌리자 비에 젖은 새처럼 파르르 떠는 아멜리아.
“The caretaker can insert it… the deepest part… Ah, ah…”

“How does it feel here?”

“It feels so, so full… like my stomach is going to burst… and everything in front of me is sparkling…”

Siwoo and Amelia exchanged lewd whispers, exploring each other’s bodies even more.

“From here… it’s the manager’s autonomous task… I’ll score you later… based on what you’ve learned so far… try to please me. Ugh…!”
“Understood.”

“Today’s class is… a class to find my weaknesses… so I’ll give you extra points every time I have an orgasm….”

The results were as expected after that.

My second hot night with Amelia.
The sensitive spots inside the genitals are different for everyone.

And based on this class, Siwoo was quickly figuring out Amelia’s weakness map.
Simply finding it through the other person’s reactions during intercourse is bound to be different in speed from finding it while listening to the assistant professor’s accurate scoring.

It was an unexpected advantage of sex education.

-Squeak squeak squeak squeak!

“Ah… haah… uhuh…!”
“Amelia, aren’t you going to score?”
“W-wait… ha… I’m… doing it…! Ah… I think I’m… going to… come again… Keuk…! Haaang…!”

No matter how much Amelia was in assistant professor mode, there was no way she could fully handle Siwoo’s refined technique.

차라리 폭력에 가까운 쾌감과 멀티오르가즘에는 저항할 수 없었다.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she had lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she looked at me.

“You’re back again, are you?” she said, her voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot. “Always sniffing around like a stray dog.”

I didn’t bother to correct her. It was pointless. She’d been calling me a stray dog since I was a child, and I doubted she’d ever stop. Besides, I was used to it.

“Did you find anything interesting this time?” she asked, her gaze sharp despite her age.

I pulled out the small, intricately carved wooden box from my bag. It was the same box I’d found last time, the one that had been buried deep in the roots of the old oak tree.

“I think I finally figured out how to open it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The old woman’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of something akin to excitement crossing her face. “Show me,” she said, her voice suddenly urgent.

I carefully placed the box on the worn wooden table between us. The wood was smooth and cool to the touch, and the carvings seemed to shift and change in the dim light of the room. I ran my fingers over the surface, feeling for the hidden mechanism I had discovered.

With a soft click, the box sprang open, revealing a small, folded piece of parchment inside. The old woman leaned forward, her breath catching in her throat.

I carefully unfolded the parchment, revealing a series of strange symbols and drawings. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

“What is it?” the old woman asked, her voice trembling slightly.

I shook my head, my eyes scanning the strange script. “I don’t know,” I said, “but I think it’s important.”

The old woman reached out a gnarled hand and touched the parchment, her fingers tracing the strange symbols. “Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, “I think so too.”

벌써 셀수 없이 많이 느낀 작은 오르가즘과 머리가 아득해질 정도로 커다란 오르가즘 6회.
I was born in a small, cramped room.

It was a space so small that if I stretched out my arms, my fingertips would touch both walls. The floor was cold, and the air was always damp. There was no window, so I never saw the sun.

The only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. It flickered constantly, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to have a life of their own. I spent most of my time staring at those shadows, imagining they were creatures from another world.

I don’t know how long I lived in that room. Time seemed to pass differently there, like a slow, sluggish river. Days and nights blurred together, and I lost track of how old I was.

I was alone. There was no one else in the room with me. No parents, no siblings, no friends. Just me and the shadows.

I didn’t know why I was there, or what I was supposed to do. I just existed, in that small, cramped space, waiting for something to happen.

One day, the door opened.

A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. He had a long, pale face and eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. He didn’t say anything, just stared at me for a long time.

Then, he reached out his hand.

I didn’t know what to do. I had never seen another person before. I had never felt the touch of another human being.

But something inside me told me to trust him.

I took his hand.

He pulled me out of the room.

The light outside was blinding. I had never seen so much light before. It hurt my eyes, and I had to squint to see.

The man led me down a long, dark hallway. The walls were cold and damp, just like the room I had been in. But this hallway was much longer, and it seemed to go on forever.

I followed him, my hand still in his. I didn’t know where we were going, but I didn’t care. I was just happy to be out of that small, cramped room.

We walked for a long time, until we reached a large, metal door. The man stopped and looked at me.

“This is it,” he said. His voice was low and raspy, like the sound of dry leaves rustling in the wind.

He opened the door.

I stepped inside.

It was a laboratory.

There were machines everywhere, humming and whirring. There were tables covered with beakers and test tubes. There were strange, glowing lights.

I had never seen anything like it before.

The man led me to a table in the center of the room. On the table was a chair.

“Sit,” he said.

I sat down.

He strapped me into the chair.

I didn’t know what was going to happen. I was scared, but I didn’t resist. I had learned to trust him.

He picked up a syringe.

I closed my eyes.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm.

Then, everything went black.

교탁 위에는 아멜리아의 애액으로 흥건한 웅덩이가 피어났고, 교접부에서는 뿌옇게 거품진 애액과 정액의 혼합물이 철철 흘러넘치고 있었다.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she’d lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she peered at me over her spectacles. “So, you’re the one they sent, huh?” she rasped, her voice like dry leaves crunching underfoot.

I nodded, trying to appear more confident than I felt. “Yes, ma’am. I’m here to help with the… situation.”

She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “Situation? That’s a fancy word for the mess my grandson’s gotten himself into.” She waved a gnarled hand dismissively. “Come in, come in. Don’t just stand there like a scarecrow.”

I stepped into the small, cluttered cottage. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and something vaguely sweet, like old honey. Books were stacked haphazardly on every surface, their spines cracked and faded. It was a place that felt both ancient and alive, like the old woman herself.

“You’re a mage, I presume?” she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Yes,” I replied, “I specialize in… well, in dealing with unusual problems.”

“Unusual problems,” she repeated, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “That’s one way to put it. My grandson, bless his foolish heart, has managed to get himself tangled up with something… otherworldly.”

She led me deeper into the cottage, past a table laden with strange-looking potions and jars filled with dried plants. “He’s always been a curious one, that boy. Too curious for his own good.”

We reached a small room at the back of the cottage. The air here was noticeably colder, and a faint, ethereal glow emanated from the center of the room. In the middle of the glow, a young man lay on the floor, his face pale and his body trembling.

“That’s him,” the old woman said, her voice softening with concern. “He’s been like this for days. I’ve tried everything I know, but nothing seems to work.”

I approached the young man cautiously, my hand hovering over the strange glow. It felt… wrong, like a tear in the fabric of reality. “What exactly happened?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the ethereal light.

The old woman sighed. “He found an old book, hidden in the attic. Something about summoning… something. I told him not to meddle with things he didn’t understand, but he never listens.”

I knelt beside the young man, my senses heightened. The glow pulsed with a strange energy, and I could feel a faint pull, like a gentle tug on my soul. “This isn’t just any summoning,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is… something else entirely.”

The old woman watched me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. “Can you help him?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

I looked at her, my gaze firm. “I’ll do everything I can.”

벌써 3번이나 아멜리아의 질내에 진득한 정액을 뿌려주었기 때문이다.
And this makes it the fourth time.

The wind was blowing.

The wind was blowing, and the leaves were rustling.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, and the sun was shining.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, and I was sitting on a bench.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, and I was reading a book.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, and I was thinking about her.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, and I was feeling sad.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, and I closed my eyes.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, I closed my eyes, and I saw her face.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, I closed my eyes, I saw her face, and I smiled.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, I closed my eyes, I saw her face, I smiled, and I opened my eyes.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, I closed my eyes, I saw her face, I smiled, I opened my eyes, and I looked at the book.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, I closed my eyes, I saw her face, I smiled, I opened my eyes, I looked at the book, and I started reading again.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, I closed my eyes, I saw her face, I smiled, I opened my eyes, I looked at the book, I started reading again, and I forgot about her for a moment.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, I closed my eyes, I saw her face, I smiled, I opened my eyes, I looked at the book, I started reading again, I forgot about her for a moment, and then I remembered her again.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the sun was shining, I was sitting on a bench, I was reading a book, I was thinking about her, I was feeling sad, I closed my eyes, I saw her face, I smiled, I opened my eyes, I looked at the book, I started reading again, I forgot about her for a moment, then I remembered her again, and I sighed.

“Associate Professor, I’m going to cum again.”
“Hmph, haaah… Care, caretaker…! Again… inside…! If you cum… like that… hngh…!”

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 chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind, and patted my hand with her bony fingers.

“You’ve grown so much, my dear. Last time I saw you, you were just a little sprout.”

I smiled, the corners of my eyes crinkling. “It’s been a while, Grandma.”

“A while? It’s been a lifetime!” she exclaimed, her voice raspy but full of warmth. “Come, sit. Let’s have some tea.”

She gestured towards a low table set with a small teapot and two delicate porcelain cups. The aroma of roasted barley filled the small room, a comforting scent that always reminded me of home. I settled onto the cushion opposite her, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.

“So, what brings you back to this old place?” she asked, her gaze sharp and knowing.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to explain the turmoil that had brought me back. “I… I needed to get away,” I finally said, the words feeling inadequate.

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. “Sometimes, the only way to find yourself is to lose yourself for a while.”

I looked at her, surprised by her understanding. “You always know what to say, Grandma.”

She smiled, a gentle, knowing smile. “I’ve lived a long life, child. I’ve seen a thing or two.”

She poured the tea, the amber liquid swirling in the cups. The silence that followed was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. I took a sip, the warm tea soothing my frayed nerves.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice soft. “What troubles you?”

I took a deep breath, ready to finally share the burden I had been carrying.

시우는 이번에도 아멜리아의 자궁구에 자지를 바짝 붙이고 진득한 아기씨를 밀어 넣었다.
보짓살 전체가 자지에 달라붙으면서 확실하게 정액을 빨아올리고, 시우의 등을 끌어안은 아멜리아의 손톱이 널찍한 등판을 할퀴어댄다.
I was born in a small, rural village.

My parents were farmers, and I spent my childhood running around the fields.

I was a very ordinary child.

I wasn’t particularly good at studying, nor was I particularly athletic.

I just liked playing with my friends and watching the sky.

But one day, something strange happened.

I was playing in the fields as usual when I saw a strange light in the sky.

The light was so bright that I had to cover my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, the light was gone, but something had changed.

I could hear the voices of the trees and the grass.

I could feel the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the wind.

I could understand the language of nature.

At first, I was very confused.

I didn’t know what was happening to me.

But as time went on, I began to understand.

I had been given a special gift.

I could communicate with nature.

I could feel the pain of the trees when they were cut down.

I could feel the joy of the flowers when they bloomed.

I could feel the sadness of the animals when they were hunted.

I decided to use my gift to protect nature.

I became a guardian of the forest.

I protected the trees from being cut down.

I protected the animals from being hunted.

I protected the flowers from being trampled.

I became known as the “Guardian of the Forest.”

People came from far and wide to seek my help.

They came to me with their problems, and I helped them as best as I could.

I helped the farmers grow their crops.

I helped the sick heal.

I helped the lost find their way.

I became a symbol of hope for the people.

But my life was not always easy.

There were times when I was tempted to use my gift for my own gain.

There were times when I was tempted to give up.

But I never did.

I always remembered my purpose.

I was the guardian of the forest, and I would protect it until my last breath.

And so, I lived my life, protecting nature and helping people.

I was a simple person, but I lived a meaningful life.

And that is all that matters.

“Haaang…! Aaaah…!”

He went again, timing it perfectly with the moment of ejaculation.
However, even in the instant of his climax, Siwoo didn’t stop moving.
Amelia, whose mind was about to be swept away by the white-hot pleasure, regained her senses with the continuous onslaught of ecstasy.

“With that, how many points is it?”
“10 points… 10 points, I’ll add… Hnn… Hng…!”

Does Amelia know that the scoring, which started at 100 points, has already exceeded 1,000?

The classroom sex that began late at night continued until dawn, when Amelia was completely passed out and beyond grading.

2.
Siwoo, clutching his back, which was stinging from Amelia’s constant scratching, stared at the disaster they had created.

“Ah… fuck, am I an idiot…”

After the Malkuth Gallery, where he smelled Amelia’s scent.
He couldn’t remember anything properly.

Like a film cut after getting heavily drunk, parts of his memory were missing.
That was how intense the effect of the alluring perfume had been.

What he clearly remembered was his own pathetic behavior, asking Amelia to grade him and to act like an associate professor, and the reality that proved it.

Amelia is sprawled out on the teacher’s desk.

“……”

I was born in a small village in the mountains.

My mother said that when I was born, a strange light filled the sky. The villagers, who had never seen such a thing, were frightened and whispered that I was a child of the gods.

But I was just an ordinary child. I cried when I was hungry, laughed when I was happy, and sometimes got into trouble.

My childhood was spent playing in the mountains and fields. I chased after butterflies, caught grasshoppers, and swam in the clear streams. The mountains were my playground, and the trees were my friends.

One day, while playing in the mountains, I found a strange cave. It was dark and damp, and a cold wind blew from within. I was scared, but curiosity got the better of me, and I stepped inside.

The cave was much deeper than I had imagined. I walked for a long time, and the darkness grew thicker. Just when I thought I couldn’t go any further, I saw a faint light.

I approached the light and found a small room. In the center of the room was a stone altar, and on the altar was a book. The book was old and worn, and its pages were covered in strange symbols.

I picked up the book and began to read. The symbols were difficult to understand, but as I read, I felt a strange power flowing through me. I realized that this was no ordinary book. It was a book of magic.

From that day on, my life changed. I spent all my time studying the book, and I learned to control the magic within me. I could move objects with my mind, create fire with my hands, and even fly through the air.

I became a powerful magician, but I never forgot my humble beginnings. I still lived in the small village in the mountains, and I used my magic to help the villagers. I healed the sick, protected them from danger, and made their lives easier.

The villagers were grateful for my help, and they called me the “Guardian of the Mountains.” I was happy to be their guardian, and I vowed to protect them with all my power.

But my life was not always peaceful. There were those who envied my power and sought to take it for themselves. They attacked my village, and I had to fight to protect my people.

I fought bravely, and I defeated my enemies. But I knew that they would come back again. I realized that I could not stay in the village forever. I had to leave and find a way to stop them once and for all.

So, I said goodbye to my mother and the villagers, and I set out on a journey. I traveled to distant lands, met new people, and learned new things. I faced many dangers, but I never gave up.

I knew that one day, I would return to my village and protect my people. I would become the greatest magician the world had ever seen, and I would use my power for good.

This is my story. The story of the Guardian of the Mountains.

방금까지 연신 박아대던 보지는 벌겋게 부어오른 채 정액을 뚝뚝 흘리고 있고, 곳곳을 깨물고 빨아댄 탓에 하얀 피부 위로 이런저런 상흔들이 존재한다.
Of course, she looks incredibly hot even now, but the way I was fawning over her before acts as a powerful deterrent.

What in the world is all this?
This was only Amelia’s second time having sex.

Even if she seduced me first, to keep demanding such shameful acts…
I can’t face Amelia.

“Amelia.”
“Hic…!”

Shiwoo gently woke Amelia, holding her sweat-soaked body in his arms.
She opened her eyes, which were red and bloodshot from crying so hard, and startled in surprise.

“Are you okay?”
“……Ah.”

Amelia looked around with startled eyes, and then seemed to quickly regain her memory.

-Snap!

The classroom instantly became clean as she snapped her fingers.
The table, which had been wet with all sorts of bodily fluids, as well as the two of them, were as if they had just finished showering.

The two of them, with slightly awkward steps, dashed out of the lecture hall as if fleeing.

Having been in a lecture hall filled with such a thick scent of flesh, the clear air felt like it was washing through their lungs as they stepped outside. Perhaps it was due to the embarrassment after regaining their senses, or perhaps it was because she now thought the level of intensity Siwoo had demanded was too much.

Amelia didn’t say anything.
She didn’t even hold his hand.

“Amelia, I’m sorry. I think I was too… I lost my mind.”
“……”
“I’ll try to be more in my right mind next time. I won’t ask you to do anything weird like that again.”

He spoke honestly and apologized first.

Whether it was the gap from the past or wanting to conquer the Amelia of the past, whatever reasons he came up with, it was purely a distorted demand stemming from Siwoo’s desire.

And perhaps that act had stirred up the guilt that Amelia had secretly harbored.

“……”

Amelia, who had been walking ahead, stopped abruptly.

“Manager.”

She turned around and spoke in a cold, detached voice.
Siwoo’s eyes widened.

A role-playing scenario that might have brought back past wounds.
Amelia’s response to that was not forgiveness, but another act.

“Today’s lesson was well done. Although it’s difficult to give a satisfactory evaluation, I’ll say it was usable. The manager has his uses.”

Amelia, who was looking at Siwoo with a performance tone that was incomparably more skilled than before.

The corners of her lips, which had been solemnly closed, softened gently.
Amelia, with a soft smile, linked her arm with Siwoo’s and lightly leaned her head on him.

Although the planned backdoor opening ended in an attempt, she had seen Siwoo go crazy with excitement and learned about the acts he liked.
She also felt like she had found a way to make up for her past mistakes, which she thought were irreversible.

It was still far from perfect, but…
Wasn’t this enough for today?

The two of them started walking in step.
While Siwoo, who had been swept away by the atmosphere and had suddenly accelerated, was feeling awkward about it, Amelia was busy teasing Siwoo with a slightly excited voice.

“The manager likes such foolish things. You’re so vulgar.”
“Oh, um… I guess so.”
“I’ll do it for you often in the future, so be grateful.”
“You don’t have to anymore…”
“Do you think a manager like you has the right to order me around? I am Amelia Marigold.”
“It’s not like that, but…”
“I can’t let this slide. I’ll punish you. Kiss me right now.”

On the hill of Trinity Academy, where snow was piled up.
It is said that a layer of leisurely banter was added to the footprints that stretched side by side on it.