Chapter 76 – #18_Self-Contradiction(1)
#74
1.
“Then let’s put this off. We don’t need to know everything today, right?”
“Huu… Okay.”
Amelia stubbornly refused to acknowledge the root of her feelings for Siwoo.
For instance, when Sophia asked, ‘Why don’t you want to let Shin Siwoo go?’ no matter how much she tried to guide her, Amelia would only repeat childish answers like, ‘Because he’s mine.’
She didn’t even utter words like love, favor, fondness, or even ‘like.’
It seemed that her rigid self as a witch couldn’t accept that she had special feelings for a slave.
Or, to be more precise, she was probably confused about what those special feelings were.
“Anyway, you don’t want Shin Siwoo’s assistant to leave, right?”
“I’ll admit that.”
“Then what should we do? The fact that he’s been preparing for this for more than a day or two means his will to escape is firm.”
Amelia pondered and then opened her mouth.
“We should confiscate his magic research materials and mana stones and monitor him so he can’t do anything foolish.”
“Amelia, do you really think that’s right?”
Sophia wore a dumbfounded expression.
“He may be able to use magic, but he’s still a slave…”
“What are you going to do after that? Of course, if you do as you say, the assistant won’t be able to leave you. But he’ll hate you very, very much. Didn’t you ask me last time how to get along with the assistant?”
“……….”
She realized it while speaking.
No matter how childish Amelia was, she couldn’t be unaware of that obvious fact.
She was just complaining about the questions and answers that weren’t going as she wanted.
Any further conversation would be meaningless.
Sophia concluded that she had progressed too quickly.
“I think this is the last piece of advice I can give you.”
“What is it?”
“Do what the assistant likes. Show him that you’re reflecting on your past mistakes, that you regret them, and that you want to be close to him.”
“….Do you think that makes sense?”
One characteristic of people who have spent a long time alone is that they are very stubborn.
In that sense, Sophia didn’t expect Amelia to accept all of her advice at once.
Still, someone had to push her, right?
“Of course, the choice is yours.”
The consultation, which had lasted much longer than expected, ended.
Sophia, standing by the small window, watched Amelia’s retreating figure.
Her steps looked quite heavy.
Even as she went out the door, Amelia didn’t seem to have resolved her frustration at all.
Witches couldn’t have children, but if she had a daughter who went through puberty, would it feel like this?
Amelia was emotionally immature.
Her long solitude had made her that way.
She didn’t know how to form proper relationships with others, and she couldn’t even properly recognize her own feelings.
Love was the most complicated of human emotions.
There was no way Amelia could understand that complexity all at once.
And it wasn’t something you could learn just by being taught.
Sometimes you couldn’t sleep because of excitement, sometimes your heart ached, and sometimes you had to learn by going through the complex agony of your head feeling like it was about to explode.
Therefore, the advice Sophia could give was very common and obvious.
If she told her everything, wouldn’t Amelia just come to Sophia when similar problems arose?
“Still, I talked to her nicely. I hope it works out well.”
That’s why what Sophia could offer wasn’t the answer.
It was just a direction.
How to solve this problem was up to Amelia.
Of course, there would be mistakes.
Things she hadn’t anticipated would happen, and things would go differently than intended.
“I’m a little uneasy…”
But what could she do?
“That’s what love is.”
2.
She thought she would feel a little better after meeting Sophia.
Although Amelia was higher in the hierarchy than Sophia when it came to magic, Sophia, who had traveled the world and had many experiences, often gave wise advice.
However, after the consultation, Amelia’s head was even more complicated.
It felt like she had taken on additional burdens, including things she hadn’t considered or thought about.
Amelia, who had returned to the mansion, climbed the central staircase bathed in the morning sunlight.
To the left was Amelia’s room.
To the right was Shin Siwoo’s room.
Standing at the crossroads, Sophia’s advice suddenly came to mind.
Perhaps it was because her gaze had inadvertently fallen on his door.
‘Do what he likes.’
What he liked.
Naturally, what played in Amelia’s mind was the image of Siwoo writhing in pleasure while receiving fellatio from Odile.
Do what he likes?
In Amelia’s mind, where her imagination was unfolding hazily, Odile’s image was replaced by her own.
Discomfort.
Amelia frowned and strode into her room.
“Do you think I would do something like that?”
Amelia muttered to no one in particular and huffed for no reason.
It was a vulgar act.
Kneeling down and sucking on a dirty place just for a man’s pleasure.
“………”
But he had liked it so much.
The reason why Siwoo, whom the witch had ignored, had suddenly become close was probably because of that.
Amelia fell into thought.
Of course, even if the sky fell, she had no intention of sucking on his thing with her mouth.
A glance.
“…Ahem.”
What caught Amelia’s eye was a glass cabinet filled with blunt, cylindrical glass bottles.
They were essential oils extracted directly from plants and animals, one of the materials Amelia used when making perfumes.
Amelia reached up and took out one of the glass bottles.
Its round shape, thickness, and length.
It didn’t have a turtle’s head-like part, but roughly, wasn’t this about the same as Siwoo’s thing?
She had observed his erect penis not only yesterday but also during several classes.
Do what he likes.
Do what he likes.
Do what he likes.
Do what he likes.
Sophia’s advice echoed and howled repeatedly in her head.
She couldn’t get closer with cigarettes, clothes, or cake.
Then how about this?
Wasn’t she being stubborn in a strange place, just like Sophia had said?
Amelia swallowed hard and slightly opened her mouth.
This is definitely not practice or anything.
There’s no way she, a baroness and a witch, would do such a vulgar thing for him.
She was just doing it because she was curious about what it would feel like.
Having finished her thoughts, Amelia stuck out her tongue and licked the bottom of the vial containing the essential oil.
Her soft tongue crawled over the smooth glass bottle.
As expected, this alone didn’t evoke any feeling.
Amelia slightly increased the aggressiveness of the action.
If she recalled what Odile had done, it was roughly like this.
She held the bottle with both hands and carefully pushed it into her mouth.
It was quite a struggle.
She had to open her mouth wide enough to dislocate her jaw, and as the space in her mouth narrowed, she could only breathe through her nose.
“Hiss… Hmm… Hmm…”
Was this how it was done?
She held the bottle with the oil sloshing inside and gently moved her head.
There were a few unpleasant sensations of glass hitting her teeth, but surprisingly, the movement itself wasn’t difficult.
-Chup… Chuup….
In fact, considering only the difficulty of the action itself, it wasn’t a difficult task.
She just had to disinfect his thing cleanly and then suck on this glass bottle as if it were his.
His thing, which was firm, large, and strangely erotic when she held it in her hand…
Suddenly, she felt strange.
A sensation she had never felt before in her life.
It tingled as if bugs were crawling through her veins.
The ends of her hands and feet tingled, and her lower abdomen felt strangely twisted.
“…..Hmm…..”
Amelia, with the glass bottle in her mouth, pondered.
She began to shake her head back and forth in earnest.
-Chuuup… Chuuu…. Chuuuup….
It sounded similar to when Odile was sucking on his thing.
Because it was unpleasant when her teeth touched the bottle, she moved diligently while keeping her mouth as wide open as possible.
Each time, the strange sensation that had been tickling her body from before grew stronger.
As befitting a top-tier witch, Amelia’s mind was already perfectly recreating last night’s tryst.
When Odile moved her head back and forth like this, Siwoo would grimace as if he felt good.
If she continued to stimulate him in that state, he would probably scatter his milky white seed.
Was it because she had been moving with something in her mouth?
Somehow, her breathing became a little labored.
It felt like she was only breathing with half of her chest.
Without realizing it, Amelia was standing awkwardly with her thighs clenched tightly.
Her hand instinctively went between her legs.
It was because she felt like it was itchy there.
Scratching such an area was not a noble act at all, but it seemed like it would be very refreshing.
Just as she was about to reach out her hand over the thin fabric of her nightgown.
A voice came from behind.
“Lady Amelia.”
“Hick!”
The sense of reality she had lost, as if she were strolling through a dream garden, returned.
Amelia hurriedly took the bottle out of her mouth and turned around.
There stood Siwoo, looking flustered, having been in the middle of saying something but now at a loss for words.
“…….”
“…….”
How out of it had she been?
She hadn’t even closed the door when she came into the room.
She hadn’t even heard him open the door and walk down the hallway.
-Clang!
The bottle that Amelia had been holding slipped weakly from her hand and shattered.
It was still okay.
She had been facing away from the door.
He wouldn’t have been able to see exactly what she had been doing, since he had just entered the room.
“I’ll clean it up.”
Siwoo, seeing the broken bottle, rushed over in a fluster.
“N-no… No! It’s okay!”
“Yes?”
Amelia, so flustered that she raised her voice to stop Siwoo.
Siwoo, startled by Amelia’s unfamiliar behavior, stopped abruptly.
Now that the bottle was broken, there was no way it would be obvious, but Amelia had covered it with her saliva.
He might discover it while cleaning up the glass shards.
If that happened, even Siwoo, who hadn’t seen the full situation, would have a chance to notice.
“I’ll clean it up.”
Amelia chanted a spell, and the shattered pieces and the puddle of oil on the floor disappeared into the trash can.
Amelia breathed a small sigh of relief inwardly.
“What’s going on?”
Amelia tried her best to look nonchalant as she sat with her legs crossed.
The unfortunate thing was that it wasn’t a chair but a side table, and there happened to be a lamp for supplementary lighting in that spot.
-Clang!
The lamp, pushed by Amelia’s buttocks, fell to the floor and met its demise, just like the glass bottle earlier.
The biggest cause of death was that it happened to be a place where there was no rug.
“………”
Amelia sighed and then cleaned it up neatly with magic, just like before.
Amelia, looking nonchalant again, crossed her arms and looked at Siwoo.
Siwoo, after a moment of hesitation, opened his mouth.
“I did have something to tell you… but you seem busy, so I’m sorry. I’ll tell you again later.”
“………”
“Then, I’ll see you again later.”
-Squeak Thud!
The door closed.
And Amelia, seeing Siwoo’s awkward behavior, knew instinctively.
He had seen everything.
“Uuu…”
It was the worst-case scenario.
Amelia, wanting to cry, stared at the floor with her face flushed for a long time.
