City ​​of Witches 971

Chapter 971 – #209_Dancing With The Black Swan (2)

#965

1.
Albiereo finished her lesson an hour earlier than scheduled.
Siwoo’s speed in absorbing the teachings exceeded Albiereo’s expectations, so they had completed the planned progress.

However, it wasn’t as if they had plenty of time.

If there was any time left, they should have been pushing forward with additional material, but Albiereo’s declaration of ‘That’s enough for today!’ was purely a decision born out of bewilderment.

“I must be out of my mind…”

There were many ways to ignore stress and worries, but in Albiereo’s case, it was clinging to her current business.
Looking at the papers filled with numbers, charts, and graphs until her wisdom teeth ached helped her alleviate some of her anxiety.

However, the moment she saw the mirror placed on the corner of the table, her escape attempt became meaningless.

In the mirror was the face of a cold witch.

Black hair and black eyes.
A graceful neckline like a ballerina.
Delicate shoulders with no development in the trapezius muscles.

Thanks to her fox-like upturned eyes and the makeup that enhanced them, Albiereo often exuded an ‘evil young lady’ vibe.

As the head of the prestigious Geminai family, she could compliment herself on her truly majestic beauty.

At least for this afternoon.
Rather than the pathetic woman who blushed in Shin Siwoo’s arms.

“Haa…”
“Sister, is something wrong?”

Had she sighed too loudly?

Deneb, who was working at another desk, asked worriedly.
Although she had started work later than Albiereo, she had already approved twice as many documents.

Deneb got up for a moment and sat on the edge of Albiereo’s desk.

“Is Siwoo’s progress not going well? Should I teach from tomorrow?”

Deneb and Siwoo had crossed legs several times.
Not only that, but she had also slept with him along with her twin.

The only saving grace was that Deneb had declared she would give up on the relationship and seemed to be sorting out her feelings.

Deneb, who had been blinded by her first love, quickly returned to her original dignified countess self.

On the other hand, Albiereo was still unsure how to resolve this relationship.
It wasn’t as if Albiereo wanted to stop her younger sister from doing what she wanted.

So, she had gone to Lucy Yesod to discuss the inheritance of the mark.
She hadn’t decided what to do yet.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll handle this.”

As you know, there was a major disturbance in the current world recently, and Deneb was busy dealing with issues related to relief supplies and moral support.

Moreover, although her younger sister had declared that she would break off her relationship with Siwoo, was that really what Deneb wanted?

Either way, it was a love that fate had separated.

It would be difficult just to face each other.
Deneb’s recent dedication to work was probably in that context.

In that situation, how could she just pass it on to her younger sister?
Albiereo decided to resolve this matter with her own hands.

2.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“You too, Siwoo, you’ve worked hard.”

The fourth day of standard waltz lessons was over.

After politely greeting her, Siwoo asked for permission and went out to the terrace to smoke.

If the basics of the waltz were forward and backward steps, the flower of the waltz was, without a doubt, the rotation.

The skirt of the ball gown flaring out from the waistline was also to showcase the beauty of the skirt blooming during the rotation.

Siwoo had completed the lesson today without any mistakes.
He was a truly excellent student.

His physique was great, his athletic ability was great, and he also had flexibility and finesse.

Was it right to say he had excellent leadership qualities?
The waltz was created through the interaction between the leader and the follower.

And Siwoo perfectly grasped Albiereo’s condition with just the smallest gestures and pressure of their touching bodies.
Not only that, but he also assisted with the movements.

At first, it was clearly Albiereo who was teaching, but at some point, she found herself spinning around in his lead.

“……”

Her heart was beating strangely fast again today.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed.
Sweat was glistening on her forehead.

On the first day, she was just bewildered, but now she was accepting it.

Certainly, she hadn’t danced much at balls since she had taken in Odile and Odette…
Even if they were spirits, they would be surprised by the sudden exercise.

That was what she had tried to think.

But not anymore.
Over the past three days, Albiereo had been able to look at her situation quite objectively.

“Haa…”

Siwoo’s profile, visible beyond the terrace.
He was smoking a cigarette at an angle, gazing at the setting sun beyond the garden, deep in thought.

A handsome man smoking a cigarette casually.
It was a picture in itself.

Let’s be honest.
The current Shin Siwoo was attractive.

Albiereo, like Deneb, was a maiden who had never even kissed a man.
It wasn’t as if she was proud of it or stubbornly clung to that pride.

She was born into a traditional aristocratic family with a long history, so she had been like that since birth, and she had naturally lost interest as she focused on magic and her current business.

Witches had more to pursue than love affairs, and Albiereo’s naturally high standards had also played a part in not even glancing at most men.

Therefore, Albiereo didn’t know love.
She didn’t know love, she didn’t know men, and of course, she didn’t know the fluttering feelings between men and women.

But the ideal type was a different story.

Humans had instincts, and witches were just a special kind of human.

If you asked someone who had never tasted sweetness in their life, ‘What is your favorite sweet food?’ they wouldn’t be able to answer.

Because they had never tasted sweetness.

But if you gave that person pineapple, chocolate, and cake, they would choose the sweetest one they liked the most.

And they would surely like it very much.

Human preference for sweetness was like an instinct.
Among the foods that exist in nature, ‘sweet’ ones were ‘safe foods,’ and so it was natural for humans to be drawn to sweetness.

Similarly, even Albiereo, who didn’t have any love cells, let alone love stem cells, would have a feeling when she saw her ‘ideal type.’

This was also an instinct.

Even if her reproductive functions had degenerated, the hundreds of thousands of years of evolution to produce superior genes would identify a ‘sweet man’ and feel drawn to him.

In that sense, the current Shin Siwoo was Albiereo’s ideal type itself.

His elegant and aristocratic manners.
The right amount of tension and the right amount of ease.

It wasn’t like the clueless son-in-law who was missing a button, but more like a prince who had come on a black horse.

Albiereo left the dance studio.

“Well, it could happen.”

It could happen.

As I said again, wasn’t it in the realm of instinct?

Just as you would salivate when you first ate a sour pineapple, if you danced with your ideal type of man, it might be accompanied by some physiological reactions.

“If you’re only captured by instinct, that’s just being an animal.”

That’s right.
Humans were not made up of just instincts.

Not eating a pineapple that you shouldn’t eat.
Superior intelligence and noble reason were the barriers that separated humans from primates.

Not to mention witches.

Albiereo trusted her firm reason.

“Even if I say that…”

The fatigue from experiencing something for the first time was hard to shake off.

“Maybe I should just get some sleep.”

She simply filled the bathtub with water to relax her body, put on her gown, and went straight to bed.
After lighting an aroma candle with a spell that would give her good dreams, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

3.
The effect of the aroma candle was certain.

The place was a beach with a wide horizon.

The pristine beach, where no human footsteps were allowed, boasted beautiful scenery and was ablaze in the sunset.
Albiereo smiled with relief at the refreshing sea breeze and the sound of the waves gently tickling her ears.

“Should I go on vacation when things get sorted out?”

Albiereo wanted to dissuade the twins from going to the current world as much as possible, but she planned to take Odile and Odette on this trip.
If the last family trip before the inheritance was to such a beautiful beach, it would remain a good memory.

“Haa… this is healing.”

Although it was a lucid dream, how long had it been since she had experienced such peace?
Albiereo walked slowly along the beach, enjoying the feel of the cold, wet sand on her bare feet.

Then.
A sound that broke Albiereo’s peace approached with the clatter of hooves.

-Heeeeeigh!
-Clop clop clop clop

“Oh, come on…”

Albiereo frowned.

The thing that was running towards her was the healthy black horse that had been catching her eye lately.
A magnificent horse, more robust than any of the Geminai family’s famous horses, was running hard as if chasing Albiereo.

“……”

Oh well, whatever.
Let’s just ride it.

She changed her mind.

If she could ride such a fine horse on such a beautiful beach, it might be a good dream in its own way.
As Albiereo was a riding enthusiast in her younger days, she knew how to ride a horse without a saddle.

“Come here.”

Of course, such a wild horse wouldn’t obediently offer its back, but as mentioned earlier, Albiereo was a riding enthusiast in her younger days and had the aura of a countess.

There was nothing she couldn’t do.

Albiereo, who was about to start by stroking the stallion’s muzzle to establish a connection, paused.

There it was.

-Heeeeeigh!
“……”

Between the hind legs with their rugged, wild muscles, there was something huge.

It was too big to be called a penis.
It was incredibly big, thick, heavy, and dangling.

It was a horse’s penis.

For the sake of good morals and the twins’ healthy sex education, all the famous horses of the count’s family were mares.
Therefore, the heavy, drooping horse penis was a visual shock in itself.

“Eek!”

Albiereo woke up with a start.

It was an excellent performance of raising her upper body with just her lower back while sleeping.
The vast beach had disappeared, and the familiar ceiling of her bed was in sight.

“Haa… haa… haa… Ah, headache…”

She had clearly gone to sleep to rest, but she had woken up with a start from a bizarre and obscene dream.

Albiereo, who was groping for the water bottle she had placed by her bedside and gulping it down, was disgusted.

“Hmm?”

Albiereo, who felt that her gown was strangely wet, put her hand through the gap in her gown.

-Squish

“……”

Again, Albiereo’s hand, which had come out of her gown, was covered in a lot of clear liquid.
A lot of it.

If you asked where the source of that sweet fluid was, it would be a foolish thing to do.

Albiereo, who was clutching her head in self-loathing for doing this at her age.

“…Is it a wet dream…”

For reference, women don’t call it a wet dream, but a nocturnal emission.