Chapter 101
Chapter 101
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: Love is a Lie (4)
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1.
To calm her mind, Amelia headed to the research building and picked up her quill as usual.
The moment she sensed a sudden wave of mana rippling through the air, she rushed back to the dorms.
She was convinced something had happened to Siwoo.
The instant Amelia stepped into Siwoo's room, her eyes fell on Yebin—naked, with thick white fluid dripping between her legs.
And there was Siwoo, kneeling with his waist arched back, laid out on the floor.
At first sight of Yebin, a surge of fury boiled up inside Amelia, but the moment she laid eyes on Siwoo, a thought flashed through her mind.
His posture had changed.
A position he couldn't have assumed without moving on his own.
"Ah.... Aah...."
Amelia's legs buckled beneath her, and she sank to the floor.
Yebin, attempting to dress, realized her own gown was torn. She hastily wrapped herself in a blanket and rushed over to Amelia.
"He's awake... right?"
"Yes... um, I don't even know how to explain this..."
Yebin hemmed and hawed but laid out every detail of what had happened that day.
During sex, Siwoo had suddenly risen and moved of his own volition.
He'd absorbed her mana, amplified it, and sent it surging back.
Those were the two key events.
"So, the healing isn't fully complete?"
"Yes... y-yes! But the fact that his body's moving is great news. There were no irregularities in the motion, which means recovery is progressing smoothly."
As Yebin explained, Amelia gradually regained her composure. She sat quietly, piecing her thoughts together.
Yet even with her heart settled, the situation remained unresolved.
"I... think when I met him in the palace of the unconscious, he was doing something there. Probably modifying the self-generating magic circle."
"Modifying it?"
"Yes. It kept rapidly rebuilding and collapsing, shifting into entirely different forms."
That was impossible.
And yet, it had happened.
There was no other way to explain that pure mana amplification effect.
He had created yet another entirely new "self-generating magic" that had never existed before.
"What's his condition like now?"
"I'll check right away."
Yebin scrambled over to Siwoo, still sprawled in that awkward pose.
She stole a glance at Amelia before releasing her diagnostic tentacles, pressing them flush against her own body.
She ran a quick check: all body parts intact, no organ damage, mana circuits normal—no issues.
Next, she interfaced directly with his brain through the artificial eye.
"Huh.....?"
Yebin agonized for a long while over whether the data her tentacles had picked up could possibly be real.
Amelia tilted her head, puzzled by Yebin's reaction.
"Is something wrong?"
"Uh....."
She double-checked. Triple-checked. Same results.
Every neural circuit she'd temporarily shaped was perfectly normal.
In other words, the damaged brain tissue had fully regenerated.
A brain regenerating like wet clay, just like that?
And not only that—the configuration closely matched the neural layout she'd roughly outlined.
Not haphazardly piled together, but meticulously repaired according to a consistent pattern. It meant about seventy percent of her original healing goals had resolved itself automatically.
As Yebin stared down at Siwoo with trembling eyes amid this inexplicable phenomenon, his own eyes quietly fluttered open.
The moment Amelia saw his hand twitch, she shot to her feet and positioned herself right beside the bed.
Analyzing his magical breakthroughs and anomalies mattered, but nothing outweighed the simple fact that he was awake.
"Miss Smirna, could you give us the room for a bit? I'll hear the details later."
"Ah, yes... Lady Merrygold. But he's not fully recovered yet, so please handle him with care."
Yebin offered a slightly worried caution before stepping out.
Amelia gazed intently down at Siwoo.
His eyes were glazed over.
No clear spark of intellect—just a blatant delay before he registered anything or reacted.
Even at a glance, he was far from normal.
Still, he was moving.
Eyes open, fixing on something, unmistakably alive.
After lying there like a doll for over a hundred days, unable to even open his eyes, he was now alive and stirring.
Amelia felt her eyes begin to sting.
She leaned forward and brushed his cheek. Siwoo's gaze shifted to her hand.
Warm.
If she poured out her relief and regret right now, how much would reach him?
Amelia bent at the waist.
She planted a light kiss on his cheek and whispered softly.
"I'm so glad... you're... Huh?"
Her choked-up voice flipped straight into confusion.
-Squish squish
His hand had already stretched toward her breast.
Kneading it greedily, doing whatever he pleased.
"Ah....?"
Amelia's pupils dilated in shock.
Her clear sky-blue eyes vibrated at 144Hz as she sluggishly processed what was happening to her.
His firm hand was freely distorting her perfectly shaped breast through her clothes.
Touching her breast?
The moment Amelia let out a startled "hic" and recoiled, something stirred in the corner of her vision.
She couldn't even think to shake off his hand—like a rusty gear grinding, she turned her head that way.
The spot she'd deliberately glanced toward.
Siwoo's manhood, which had been kneading her breast like it was his own, slowly swelled and stood rigidly erect.
Clearly coated in semen and Yebin's fluids.
Siwoo slowly lifted his torso.
His hand never stopped kneading her breast, of course.
Amelia, dazed as if she'd taken a blow to the head, watched his actions with her mouth half-open.
"Ah....."
Siwoo's other hand reached out, wrapping around the back of her neck.
Her lustrous golden blonde hair rustled softly.
Caught by the neck, Amelia's upper body tilted forward into his bare chest from the pull.
What... is happening right now?
Siwoo paid no heed to Amelia's stunned reaction.
His face drew closer to the side of hers.
"Sniff sniff."
He buried his nose in her hair—always combed with perfume, wafting a sweet floral fragrance—and began inhaling deeply.
For some reason, it felt like her entire body was bound tight in spider silk; she couldn't budge.
His face was so close.
Smelling her hair.
Just that had her heart pounding like it might burst.
"Why.... are you doing this?"
".........."
Amelia swallowed hard, her voice quivering at the end.
Her breath had quickened without her realizing.
A strange sensation crept in, like she was being appraised by him—but even that wasn't unpleasant.
Her thighs clenched involuntarily.
Unsure where to put her hands, Amelia extended them awkwardly, groping at empty air as she awaited his next move.
Was she secretly looking forward to it?
"Ah....."
His face, buried in her hair, gradually drifted lower.
A wisp of breath tickled her earlobe as it grazed past, followed by the rough brush of his lips against her cheek.
Then his mouth parted, clamping down on the deer-like nape of her neck.
"Eek...!"
Amelia's hair shot up like a startled cat's.
She could feel his soft tongue lapping hotly at her sensitive skin.
"Huh huh," Amelia let out an oddly strange hum from her nose, her hands trembling.
What kind of signal was this?
Why was Siwoo—who wasn't fully conscious—doing something like this?
Amelia cautiously folded her rigidly outstretched arms.
"Si, Siwoo... that tickles...."
Even though he was kneading her breast and sucking her nape without permission, she could forgive it right now.
She'd originally planned to spend three years getting to know each other, even if they started dating...
A kiss was supposed to wait until after a hundred days...
But what could she do?
When he pushed like this, she couldn't resist at all.
As she reached to pull his head into an embrace, the hand kneading her breast suddenly withdrew.
Amelia's rigidly tense shoulders loosened a bit.
Then his hand slithered like a snake into the inner folds of her dress.
In other words, he'd lifted the hem and shoved his hand right up inside.
She was wearing an unusually loose-fitting dress today, so his hand met almost no resistance as it hiked her gown all the way up to her chest.
Before Amelia could even react, his hand slipped under her bra.
It firmly gripped the soft mound, fingers reaching to pinch the nipple at its peak.
"Hic....!"
Amelia shoved Siwoo away on reflex.
Her bewilderment at his sudden move refused to fade.
Her face drained pale as she adjusted the crooked bra strap, shooting Siwoo an "oh no" look.
"A-are... you okay?"
Under normal circumstances, she'd have every right to snap at him here—but Siwoo was a patient.
And hadn't she let things go this far herself?
Siwoo, who had toppled backward, slowly righted himself again.
Amelia reeled, tangled in a web of complex emotions.
Siwoo rose from the bed and stood on his own two feet.
Another promising sign of smooth recovery—but all Amelia registered was his rigid erection swinging like a spring.
"Ah, even so, this is a bit much..."
".........."
His face twisted in dissatisfaction.
Still, Amelia had no intention of changing her mind.
Siwoo advanced; Amelia retreated.
It reminded her of that day when Siwoo had jumped up in rage, fuming.
Siwoo's lips parted.
A cracked, feeble rasp—hoarse from long disuse.
Yet it rang crystal clear in Amelia's ears.
"...You bitch."
From Siwoo's perspective, it wasn't some deeply pondered remark.
Just frustration at his desires being thwarted, compounded by foul memories of Amelia—spat out raw.
Back when he was in his right mind, his feelings toward her had never been positive.
Amelia felt her heart plummet.
".........."
She had waited a hundred days.
Fretting endlessly, tolerating him bedding other women, waiting and waiting.
And what came back was this one icy barb.
But Amelia didn't flee.
Instead, she met his gaze with steadfast, pitying eyes.
"I know."
That was it.
All the action Amelia could muster.
"You must hate me."
Siwoo had no idea what she'd endured.
He'd only just awoken from his slumber.
Even knowing the circumstances—even understanding—it still hurt.
Her throat burned like she'd swallowed something scalding.
"Until you can forgive me... I won't give up."
But Siwoo seemed to have already lost all interest in her.
He simply turned away, staring into empty space.
"I'll wait... until then."
Amelia watched him like that, then quietly closed the door behind her.