City ​​of Witches 737

Chapter 737 – #157_Healing (6)

#737

1.
“Ah….”

Rinne let out a soft sigh.

She felt the arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
The soft bedding that seemed to swallow her whole, and the warmth transmitted from the skin touching her back, were clearly felt.

This was the second time she had woken up in his arms.

Like waking from a nap in the gentle breeze that tickled her nose on a sunny day.
The languid urge to keep sleeping was so cozy that it felt like this moment could last forever.

This was something that could never have happened to Rinne before.

Her brand was engraved with the curse of deficiency, and it had robbed her of even the right to feel such simple happiness.
Even when Siwoo said that he might be able to heal her using magic amplification, Rinne did not believe him.

Because the world was cruel and did not allow optimistic miracles.

She told herself that even this peaceful moment might disappear soon.
Rinne, who had slept peacefully for the first time in hundreds of years, tried hard to convince herself.

It was more comfortable to be pessimistic than to grasp at a happiness that would be lost in a moment.

“……”

But even as she waited anxiously, the coziness did not disappear.
The curse of deficiency, the leash that no one could undo, could no longer bind Rinne.

How could someone else’s embrace be so warm? How could lying in bed bring such happiness?

She felt unfamiliarity rather than joy.
She felt a sense of incongruity rather than relief.

“Ugh.”

Then, Rinne, who had been curled up like a pill bug, lightly held her lower abdomen.
The sensuality that had been dulled by sleep attacked her in a delayed reaction as her mind cleared.

The night of madness that rose like a cloud.

Far from being a virtuous woman, she had panted like a bitch with one leg wide open.
She had repeatedly fainted and woken up while being pleasured.
On the bed, Siwoo was a tyrant, and Rinne was nothing more than a pitiful plaything being toyed with by his rough hands.

“……”

Rinne turned her body and lay down.
She could see his face, deep in sleep.

Even though the previous intercourse had been much better than this one, she had not been able to shake off the anger and shame at his audacity as soon as she woke up.
It was not simply because she had shown an unsightly appearance.

It was probably because her lifelong attitude of clinging only to victory and strength had made her unable to accept even defeat in bed.

If that time was considered the first round, then this second round would have been a complete and utter defeat.

When the hot seed spread in her belly, when she had cooed that she wanted to have a baby using honorifics.
When she had been relentlessly pinned down on the bed no matter how hard she tried to escape, and had been filled with his seed along with her moans.
When her nipples and buds had been pinched until they tingled, and when she had gone uncontrollably because of it.

In all those moments, Rinne had clearly been defeated miserably.

But strangely, she did not feel even a little bit resentful.
Even though Rinne, who had ruled her entire life, had been pinned down by a man and had cried like a girl.

What welled up in her heart was not a competitive spirit or a sense of defeat, but only a sweet whisper from within.
A whisper that said, ‘I want to lose to my husband as many times as possible.’

“Haaam….”

Rinne yawned widely.

For Rinne, who had always lived with her nerves on edge, even this was a strange experience.
She wanted to sleep a little longer, snuggled in his arms.

Rinne did not bother to wake Siwoo, and instead, she wriggled into the blanket and clung to him.

The sound of his heart beating in her ear was a pleasant, sweet late morning sleep.

2.
Rinne, who had been sleeping soundly, woke up three hours later.

Siwoo had already woken up and was waiting for her.

“Did you sleep well?”

Rinne, who was startled by Siwoo’s face as soon as she opened her eyes, had not yet realized it.

Unlike a little while ago when she felt like she was floating in the air due to a large amount of serotonin being released, having a conversation with Siwoo after waking up was a very embarrassing thing.

Also, experiencing an event and having feelings about it on her own was a completely different matter from expressing it to others and applying it to her actions.
Even if he was Rinne’s husband, wasn’t it a fact that she had shown him an unsightly appearance as a woman?

No matter how much he liked women losing their dignity and wallowing in pleasure, it was only natural to wonder, ‘Wasn’t that too much?’

“……”

In that sense, pillow talk was too difficult a task for Rinne.
Rinne kept her mouth shut and froze.
She could only barely nod her head.

“Master?”
“I don’t like Master.”

Nevertheless, Rinne reflexively answered Siwoo’s call.
When Siwoo, who seemed a little surprised, smiled gently, Rinne pulled up the blanket and avoided his gaze and conversation.

“Rinne-nim.”

Actually, she didn’t like ‘-nim’ either, but Rinne didn’t have the energy to point that out.
And if he saw a partner who was so embarrassed, it was probably a man’s heart to want to tease her.

“Are you that shy?”
“……”
“You were using honorifics so well yesterday.”
“……”

When Siwoo teased her with a grin, the blanket slid down.
Rinne, who had barely pulled her flushed face out to the tip of her nose, asked.

“Does my husband… like honorifics?”
“……”

This time, it was Siwoo’s turn to be hit.
Rinne’s seductive gap, which he still couldn’t get used to.
Even though he had come five times yesterday and had fallen asleep exhausted, he felt the urge to pounce on Rinne again.

“Rinne, was it good last night?”

Rinne’s honorifics and Siwoo’s first use of informal speech.
It was a completely opposite way of addressing each other than before.
It was also a way to show the reversal of the two people’s positions and their hierarchical relationship.

“……”

Rinne was startled by the sudden change in address, but after some thought, she readily nodded her head.

Since they were under the same blanket, she could feel her feet becoming restless for no reason.
Siwoo, who felt a sense of morning conquest as soon as he woke up, commanded in a nonchalant voice.

“Show me how good it was.”
“…That’s…”
“Quickly.”

A tone of voice that was stern for no reason.

Rinne, who had been hesitating, came out from under the blanket as if shedding her skin.
Her body was still covered in red handprints from where Siwoo had strongly massaged and pulled her.

Rinne, whose eyelashes were fluttering, closed her eyes tightly and took Siwoo’s hand, placing it between her legs.

Even though Siwoo had clearly used cleansing magic yesterday, and had carefully wiped her down with a lukewarm towel while waiting for the semen to come out….

-Squish

“It was… this good.”

Rinne’s mochi was soaking wet as if it had been caressed all day.
It had become this wet in the short time it took her to recall last night.

“What was the best part?”
“Mmm…!”

Even though heat was radiating from her ears, it was a shameful moment where she had to confess her embarrassing experience with her own mouth.
Siwoo’s fingertips dug into Rinne’s sticky flesh.

“When I… lost to my husband… and, when I struggled… and was subdued… and filled inside… hic…!”
“Again?”
“When you… kept stabbing me… back and forth… haa….”

Rinne’s sighs were also red by now.
Her tone of voice, which was naturally filled with baby talk, seemed to be a subtle expression of her desire to be tormented.

“And also… when you forced me to pleasure myself….”

At this point, even if he pounced on Rinne right away, the judge would recognize it as self-defense.
The plaintiff was too seductive and lewd!

“Do you want to be fucked again now?”
“……Yes.”
“I’ll fuck you if you don’t go and hold out.”

-Squish squish squish

“Hmmph!”

Siwoo’s thick fingers stimulated Rinne’s vaginal ceiling as if scraping it.

“No… no… Rinne can’t hold out….”
“You can’t even hold out against a finger?”
“Rinne… Rinne… that place… haah…! is too weak to even withstand a finger… hic…!”
“It seems like you need some training.”

A chaotic collaboration between an excited Rinne and an excited Siwoo.
Just as the two of them were about to lose their minds and be drawn into a strange role-play….

-Bang!

“You’re making such a racket.”

Someone burst through the door.

It was Zlata, the owner of the house, who had been suffering from the sound of the bed scraping roughly against the floor all night, even though Siwoo had set up a barrier to block magic amplification and a soundproofing barrier to block the noise.

Alice and her lovers had been making a fuss for days, and the couple upstairs had been making noise all night.
She had been holding back and enduring it, but when she came up to report something, they were making a scene in broad daylight, so she was furious.

“Do you think this is a love hotel? You two, stop it! Sword Witch! You said you were sick!”

Zlata did not know that Rinne’s childishness and weakness only worked on Siwoo.

Before she knew it, Rinne had jumped out of bed, picked up her scabbard, and wrapped herself in a blanket. The scabbard was thrust under Zlata’s chin.

Rinne’s cold gaze was sharper than ever, befitting her title as the Sword Witch.

“Don’t interfere in a married couple’s private life.”
“I’m not curious about your private life! Can’t you just be a little quieter? Huh?”

Zlata would have been terrified if it had been anyone else, but the pent-up resentment she had accumulated was not small, so she did not back down.
In fact, wasn’t she half-crying when she reluctantly accepted the offer of a hideout?
At any other time, she would not have agreed to an unstable contract that might not be fulfilled even if it looked good on the surface.

“I apologize for causing a nuisance. This is… I’m so sorry. Master, please put down the scabbard.”

When Siwoo apologized politely and draped a kimono over Rinne’s shoulders, Rinne also lowered her arm.
It seemed like Rinne was embarrassed belatedly, but right now, it was more important to hear the situation report.

Fortunately, what Zlata had to say was very good news.

“I succeeded in contacting the Witch of the Path. This is the magic formula for the Hexennacht ‘Gate’.”
“Didn’t Dorothy-nim come with you?”
“It’s not good to attract unnecessary attention, and she said she would remain as a reserve force.”
“That’s true.”
“I don’t know what kind of contract you made with her, but she’s just being cautious.”

It might seem like that at first glance, but it probably wasn’t.
In a situation where she didn’t know what kind of unexpected situation might occur, she was probably trying to observe the situation from the outside and respond to variables, rather than joining the escape procession.

It was indeed a rational judgment that was like Dorothy.

“Can you call everyone?”

Anyway, the final puzzle had been put together.
It was time for the final meeting before completing the dimensional transfer formula using the magic formula as a reference.

“Yebin-ssi, Alice-nim, Manya, Malisha… and even the Black Witch.”

The reason why he hesitated to mention the last witch, whose real name he didn’t even know, was because his heart became heavy just by thinking of Mama, who was holding Pina all day like an empty doll.

“Wait a minute.”

Zlata, who had been nodding her head vaguely at Siwoo’s words, tilted her head and said.

“Who is the Black Witch?”