Chapter 117
Chapter 117
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 117
Chapter Title: Peaceful Daily Life (2)
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Amelia finished her performance and carefully placed the violin back in its case before changing her clothes.
She shed the heavy, lace-laden gown in favor of a light nightgown.
These days, thanks to Siwoo, she found herself wearing pajamas far more often than before—when they had been reserved for maybe once a week or once a month.
Amelia slipped into the spacious bed where Siwoo was already waiting.
She laid her head on one of the two pillows placed there as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Siwoo, who had been half-asleep, opened his eyes at the rustle of the bedsheets.
"Sorry, did I wake you?"
"No, Lady Amelia. I was just resting my eyes while waiting for you."
She gently stroked his hair once, then turned to face him as she lay down.
Even in the dim room as dusk settled, their eyes met clearly.
By now, having their faces so close no longer felt awkward.
In fact, it brought a certain sense of comfort.
"Lady Amelia. There's something I've been wanting to ask."
"Yes. Go ahead."
"I remember when I first woke up. You apologized to me."
That's right.
She had been overjoyed that Siwoo had regained consciousness.
Relieved that she wouldn't lose him now.
Yet gripped by guilt over the irredeemable karma that remained.
She had clung to him and wept.
"Yes."
"What was it you said you did wrong...?"
Siwoo's eyes gazed straight at Amelia.
It wasn't an accusing stare demanding atonement for her sins.
Just pure curiosity, brimming with genuine wonder.
Warm affection and trust mingled within.
"The Lady Amelia I've come to know is an incredibly kind person... and so gentle."
She would sing lullabies to him when he was scared to sleep alone.
Bring snacks and teach him what he didn't understand while he studied hard.
Take him on walks and picnics so he wouldn't get bored.
That was the extent of Siwoo's memories.
Amelia felt her heart sink.
It was as if a shameful secret she never wanted unearthed—or at least delayed as long as possible—had been suddenly prodded.
"Ah, back then, I told you it was fine, remember...? So I'm not trying to take back that forgiveness now or anything. I'm just curious."
"I know. I understand."
Like his adult self, this young Siwoo was a good boy.
Diligent, earnest, kind-hearted.
Compared to Amelia, who had been prone to mischief as a child, he truly deserved the label of angel.
That made it all the harder to tell him.
If she spoke now, he would forgive her.
Since he had no memories of her persecuting him directly.
That forgiveness might even cushion the blow when his memories returned later.
But that wasn't what Amelia wanted.
No matter how frightening, she desired to pay the proper price.
"Later."
"......"
"Once a little more time passes, I'll tell you."
"Yes, Lady Amelia."
Siwoo nodded obediently, without argument or doubt.
He trusted that if she said so, there must be a good reason.
Even that compliant attitude tormented Amelia.
"Good night. Thank you again for taking care of so many things today."
Siwoo bid her polite goodnight and turned over to settle in for sleep.
"Siwoo."
At that moment, Amelia stopped him.
Siwoo glanced back subtly, as if he'd been waiting for it.
These past few days, they had shared a little ritual of their own before drifting off together.
"Aren't we doing it tonight?"
Siwoo would never initiate it first, but Amelia always permitted it.
Seeing him act spoiled like that pleased her in some way.
"Are you alright with it, Lady Amelia?"
"I've told you before. If you want to, it's fine."
"But it's kind of embarrassing..."
Amelia casually shifted her arm aside to make it easier for him to touch her chest.
Originally, she'd allowed it because he wanted it, just as her mentor had done for her.
But now, it felt almost disappointing to go to bed without it.
It wasn't just the tangible sense of granting his wish.
Offering him such an intimate, precious part of her body—even over her clothes—tickled her lower abdomen in a strangely thrilling way.
Besides, after he kneaded her breasts a few times, drowsiness would wash over Amelia too.
As if she'd received the most comforting massage.
A little embarrassment for a win-win.
"...Excuse me, then."
Siwoo swallowed hard and reached his arm toward Amelia's chest.
Her nightgown was sleeveless by design, with a deep neckline.
Lying on her side accentuated the volume even more, offering supreme softness even through the fabric.
"Hmmm..."
A soft hum escaped Amelia as Siwoo focused intently on the sensation under his palm.
He knew it was improper.
Boys shouldn't touch girls' bodies carelessly, especially not the breasts—meant for nursing babies and an important part.
Truthfully, Siwoo couldn't quite grasp why Amelia allowed it so readily.
He just knew it felt good, and the urge kept coming, so he did it.
Looking forward to sleeping beside her these past days was all for this moment.
"Haah..."
Amelia's closed lashes trembled faintly.
She exhaled as if nothing were amiss each time his hand deformed her breast.
Siwoo had sensed the undertone in those breaths before.
Back when he'd bathed with the twins.
Odette rubbing her bare chest against his back, her breath hot in his ear—much like this.
The lewd sound that had stiffened his lower body.
Of course, hers was subtler, unnoticeable unless you paid close attention.
But kneading with focused senses, he felt the jelly-like center of her breast harden slightly.
The protrusion at the heart of her breast was, naturally, her nipple.
"Hmmm..."
What did it look like beneath that thin fabric?
Was her nipple erect and pointy, like the twins'?
What shape would her bare breasts take?
His curiosity swelled with the puff of her breath against his hand.
Already, his rigid length strained between his legs, and guilt soon followed.
Whatever the past held, to the current Siwoo, Amelia was his kind mentor.
Harboring such vile fantasies and curiosity toward her felt sinful in itself.
Yet that guilt couldn't suppress the impulse for long.
Siwoo felt his restraint fraying, reason snapping thread by thread.
He "accidentally" brushed and twisted the nipple she'd told him not to touch.
"Haah..."
Amelia's refined brows furrowed.
A hotter sigh wafted out, sweet with fragrance.
Siwoo froze, holding his breath to gauge her reaction.
He hunched his shoulders, fearing she'd open her eyes and scold him—but she simply lay there peacefully, as if nothing had happened.
His heart pounded wildly.
He sensed his primal instincts overriding control.
He knew it was wrong, yet he couldn't stop.
"Mm... hnn... hmmm..."
Siwoo began in earnest.
He shook off the guilt tugging at his wrist and surrendered to the sudden surge.
Sweeping up from the underbreast, kneading like dough, while his fingertip teased the lewd nub now visible through her clothes.
Each time, Amelia twitched like a hiccup.
Lewd nasal whines mingled with hot sighs as a bonus.
On their first night, she'd startled and stopped him at a mere twist.
Now, even this elicited no protest—just slightly ragged breaths, eyes forcibly shut.
To Siwoo, it felt like tacit permission.
Maybe Lady Amelia wants this too? A justification in hand.
He swallowed again and properly groped her nipple this time.
"Hnnn... ha... hoo..."
Her straight brows wrinkled with each twist and pinch at his fingertips.
Her body shivered intermittently, then stilled, repeating.
This Amelia wasn't the gentle, composed mentor somewhere.
Just a toy reacting to his every touch.
A strange conquest welled up, piercing the veil of sin.
But it didn't last.
About thirty minutes of listening to her panting breaths while fondling the soft mounds, and drowsiness crept in.
Siwoo's fervent hands grew slack, falling asleep still clutching her breast.
"Haah..."
As his hand stilled and even snores began, Amelia cautiously opened her eyes.
Her eyes glistened with sensual moisture, like dew-kissed leaves at dawn.
"Ah..."
When Siwoo suddenly shifted from kneading her breasts to the more sensitive spot.
Amelia hadn't stopped him.
It confused her.
Why?
It was brazen.
Something she wouldn't have allowed normally.
Was her mind sluggish from stray thoughts?
Because he wanted it?
Did her debt to him twist into granting any demand?
Or had she wanted to permit it all along, merely pretending otherwise?
Amelia felt her face burn belatedly.
Not just from allowing such crude caresses.
She'd undeniably felt pleasure from his touch.
Ecstasy tingling from her breasts to her womb.
An itch she'd never known in life, paired with dizzying sensation, overwhelming her.
The initial reason for silently allowing it was a mystery, but why she'd kept receiving it with eyes shut afterward was simple.
She'd consented to his actions.
That truth was too shameful to bear.
"Ah...!"
In unbearable embarrassment, as she quietly gripped the pillow to tear it.
Amid her squirming, she felt dampness between her thighs.
Puzzled, Amelia slipped her hand under her nightgown.
Her panties were soaked enough to feel wet from outside.
Eyes widening, she reached inside.
Incredibly drenched.
Like dozens of slugs had slimed over it.
Trembling, she withdrew her hand to look.
Sticky fluid stretched between her fingers.
It was the lubricant a woman's body secreted during arousal.
Love juices.
"......"
Amelia forgot self-reproach, seized by self-loathing.
Despite her sexual knowledge, she'd never masturbated or anything.
Seeing such copious fluids from her own body was a first.
And all because he'd fondled her nipples a bit—and not even adult Siwoo, but the little one...
Amelia bit her lip hard and quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him.
To change her panties.
"Ugh..."
Back in bed, Amelia tossed and turned all night in a strange sense of regret.