Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: The Twin Witches (5)
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1.
Odette had obtained the book from the maids two weeks earlier.
Even when she asked them about its contents, they could only blush furiously, none willing to spill the details.
Tilting her head, Odile recalled the first time her sister had shown her the book. She'd flipped through just a few pages before snapping it shut.
"Wh-why, Sis? What's in it? A forbidden tome? A book of demons?"
"Odette, this isn't something you read standing right there. And it's definitely not light teatime reading to breeze through."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"It contains... details about male and female bodies. And their relations."
Odile's solemn expression made Odette gulp.
"You don't mean...?"
"I only glimpsed a few pages... but it seems like a guidebook for 'that act'."
"What was illustrated? I'm dying to know! Tell me!"
"A penis. And a nude woman."
"No way..."
As Odette's delicate lips twitched with dawning realization,
"Sex...?"
Odile swiftly clapped a hand over her little sister's mouth.
"No vulgar words! Remember getting scolded by Master? Besides, I haven't confirmed it for sure myself."
Fearing eavesdroppers, she pulled Odette into a tight embrace and whispered,
"Hide the book before anyone finds out. Then we'll investigate it ourselves."
Clutching the book to their chests, Odette and Odile crept stealthily back to their quarters.
Was this how the smugglers of Border Town felt?
The thrill was so exhilarating it reminded her of the night they'd first sneaked into Tarot Town.
The twins sat facing each other across the desk, book placed between them.
Unable to bear Odile's silent pondering any longer, Odette sneaked a hand forward.
"Sis... I just want to peek a little."
"No!"
"Ow! You don't have to hit me! You peeked already!"
Odile had lightly smacked the back of Odette's hand to stop her from opening it. She calmed her excited sister.
They couldn't waste such a golden opportunity.
"Remember, Odette?"
"What?"
Her dimwitted little sister clutched her hand, eyes glistening with tears of injustice.
"That time we snuck cookies from Master's cabinet."
"You stole the whole jar behind my back and got us both caught!"
"No, not that!"
Odile barely soothed Odette's indignant outburst.
This wasn't about getting scolded.
"Did we eat those cookies right there on the spot?"
"No?"
"So when did we eat them?"
"At night."
"Why at night? Remember?"
"You said they taste better with warm milk... Huh?"
It was a teaching method worthy of Professor Amelia's lectures.
A series of questions guiding Odette to the answer herself.
Exactly.
With such an entertaining toy at hand, squandering it without peak conditions would be a grave loss.
"So then..."
"Right. This book isn't just about sex... It details the male body in depth too."
"If the book's the cookie, what's the milk?"
"A man, obviously."
Odette's face, briefly brightening at "man," darkened again.
"But how? Men run the second they see us."
"Foolish Odette, I've got a plan."
"What is it? Tell me!"
"Listen up."
Odile pressed the book down firmly and drew Odette's ear close.
This was the full story of how Siwoo ended up enduring all this.
2.
Siwoo had abruptly become a sex education prop.
Odile, stuck right to his side, declared,
"Alright, Odette. Open the book."
Odette swallowed hard.
For two whole weeks, she'd restrained her burning urge to flip it open and devour it.
All for this moment.
"To the pure daughters of Gehenna, for their happy first nights, this book is penned."
Odette read the first page aloud in a clear voice.
"Table of contents..."
"Skip the contents. Straight to chapter one."
"Got it, Sis. 'The First Step Toward Sharing Love'."
The book's nature was just as expected.
Gehenna hadn't strayed far from Renaissance-era customs.
No public schools for citizens, let alone sex ed.
In short, this guide ensured men and women survived their wedding night without mishaps.
And Siwoo was the live model in the midst of it.
Fortunately, the book was quite thin.
With scattered illustrations and large print, it likely held no profound secrets.
"The love between man and woman isn't just gifting flowers, watching plays together, or strolling. On a fateful night, for a couple bound by vows, there is yet another hurdle to overcome..."
"Hold on, Odette, too wordy. No straight to the point?"
Like Odile, Odette seemed disappointed by the unexpectedly bland, predictable content.
But before chapter three, she let out a squeak, eyes widening.
"Why? Why?"
"I-I can't read this part, Sis."
"Give it here."
Odile snatched it from her, as if implying she couldn't handle it either.
Clearing her throat, she read aloud.
"The male sex organ is composed of special muscles. Upon sexual arousal, it swells greatly. This is called an erection, necessary for true union between man and woman."
"But what's 'sexual arousal' exactly? How do you do it?"
Odile furrowed her brows as if pondering a profoundly difficult question.
"Yeah, what is it?"
Odette and Odile pressed their foreheads together, grunting in thought for ages, but answers were scarce.
So Odile reached a conclusion.
"Let's ask the assistant."
"I was just thinking that!"
At the twins' verdict, Siwoo wanted to scream.
What sin from his past life doomed him to public masturbation, public handjobs, and now this humiliation?
"Please, let's just stop here. Yeah? You saw plenty at the academy."
"You think you're in a position to talk back to me?"
"Not that, but..."
"I'm a soft-hearted witch. I don't want to torment my assistant with cruel threats. We've seen each other's faces for two years now; I've grown fond."
Odile mockingly dabbed at imaginary tears.
At the academy, she was a playful but refined noble lady. Out here, she was pure mischief—a little tyrant.
"Spill it."
He'd never even married, let alone had a daughter, so the analogy wasn't perfect. But if his innocent kid suddenly asked, "Daddy, how are babies made?"—this was probably the vibe.
"W-well, sexual... uh, arousal is..."
As Siwoo finally mustered the courage to speak, Odette suddenly shouted,
"Ah, Sis! It's explained here!"
"Really?"
Odile pounced on the book like a hamster spotting cheese.
Apparently, a book's authority trumped personal testimony.
Siwoo scowled, feeling oddly ignored after steeling himself.
"This is the pre-arousal male organ."
"Shall we compare?"
At Odile's gesture, Siwoo's panties were yanked down to his ankles in an instant.
The twins' gazes burned into his manhood.
Odette held the book right beside his limp member for comparison.
"It matches the drawing perfectly."
"Kinda pitiful, looking all droopy."
Odile and Odette giggled at each other.
"So if we apply this 'sexual arousal' thing, it grows? Professor Amelia was kneading it with her hand."
"This time, let's knead it ourselves!"
The twins synced up instantly, doffing their gloves to fiddle with Siwoo's penis.
He'd seen it in their lessons, but never been touched.
The unfamiliar hands on his sensitive groin made Siwoo flinch.
"It's all soft and squishy."
"Yeah."
It wasn't Professor Amelia's expert strokes.
Just kids messing with playdough.
How could clueless twins—who didn't even know arousal—do it right?
No surprise his dick didn't twitch.
It dangled limply, twitching irritably at their prodding.
Siwoo sighed in relief.
"Why isn't it getting bigger?"
"I can answer that. Men have off days too. Sometimes we're just not up for it. So today's lesson ends h—"
Odile and Odette seemed to listen briefly, but sensing his quit vibe, they tuned out and flipped pages.
"Oh! Sis, look here!"
"Where? 'On the first night, men may enter extreme arousal and tension. Erection failure can occur. In such cases, start with a hot kiss to ease each other's tension.'"
"Kiss?"
The twins' heads tilted in unison.
"What's that got to do with it? Kissing's with mouths, penis is down there."
"Let's try anyway."
Perfectly in sync, they turned to Siwoo.
Siwoo opted to squeeze his eyes shut.
If this led to sloppy sex, he'd surely die.
Keep it soft, no matter what—that was key.
No erection, no sex, per the guide.
"I'll go first."
"Lady Odile, kissing is a sacred act between lovers."
His sensible advice wouldn't stick.
"Oh? Then from now on, we love each other."
Odile plopped onto Siwoo's stomach.
Untying her chin ribbon and doffing her bonnet, she leaned in slowly.
Her pert nose, big eyes sparkling even for a kiss.
As plump lips neared, her sweet breath tickled his nose.
Even from below, her face was flawless.
If not bound spread-eagle on the bed, dick dangling exposed, under coercive kiss—it'd be bliss.
Odile and Siwoo's lips met.
Softer than marshmallows, moister than dew-kissed petals.
Her gem-like eyes, brimming with curiosity, blinked close enough to count lashes.
Regrettably, the three-second press parted quickly.
"Sis, kissing needs tongue too."
"Tongue? That's gross."
"But it says the receiver should gently suck and swirl like melting candy."
"Got it."
Quick learner, Odile dove in boldly again.
This time, her pointed tongue pried past Siwoo's sealed lips.
Her wide eyes sparkled right before him.
Awkward tongue play scraped top and bottom, lips, every nook of his mouth raw.
Odile's saliva tasted of fresh orange from dessert.