Chapter 136
Chapter 136
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 136
Chapter Title: Cleanup (6)
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He thinly sliced the ham, arranged it on a plate, grabbed three bottles of wine from the kitchen shelf, and stepped into her room.
What the hell is going on?
Siwoo was a little dumbfounded.
He got that things had gone well during their conversation, even leading to an invitation for round two.
But who invites someone for drinks and drags them into their bedroom?
Especially with the bed right there?
"Uh..."
"The room's a bit messy, right?"
Yebin set the wine on the table, sticking out her tongue with an embarrassed smile.
It wasn't messy so much as buried under a mountain of cushions—the bedsheet was completely hidden.
"Ah, I like burying myself in them to sleep."
"I see. But do we have to drink in here?"
"Yeah... it's cold downstairs."
Spring was ending, and it was starting to feel warm, but if she said so, maybe she was just really sensitive to the cold?
Siwoo didn't think much of it as he picked up the glass of wine she'd poured and clinked it lightly against hers.
"Cheers."
"Thanks."
"Loosen up a bit. You've been so stiff since earlier—what's with that?"
"You're a witch."
"What's so amazing about being a witch anyway?"
Siwoo realized what it was about the easy comfort he'd felt talking with Yebin.
Even the twins, with their very mild temperaments, thought differently from ordinary humans.
He'd noticed it plenty of times while chatting with them.
For instance, they accepted his polite speech without any sense of awkwardness, despite him being older.
He had no intention of pointing it out, but their innate backgrounds and upbringings naturally led to differences in "common sense."
"It's weird hearing a witch say that."
"Honestly, I don't really like witches much."
"Oh, really?"
But Yebin didn't have any of that.
She just felt like any ordinary Korean college girl.
Even when he threw in a reckless joke he wouldn't normally dare, she'd laugh like it was the funniest thing.
The two of them sipped their wine and chatted about all sorts of random topics for a while.
They'd been talking nonstop for hours already, but the backlog of five years' worth of words showed no sign of running out.
No matter how much they talked, new subjects kept popping up.
Whenever Siwoo shifted like he was about to stand, Yebin would launch into a fresh topic.
Songs that had been trending before he came, dramas she'd enjoyed in the past, great food spots, school stories—every little thing under the sun.
By the time the buzz started to hit.
Siwoo leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed casually.
It looked relaxed, but it wasn't comfortable at all.
Every time he caught her scent, her smile, the subtle jiggle of her chest, his cock ached.
If he didn't cross his legs, it'd be obvious—he was fully hard.
"Should we call it a night?"
"Ah, I want to talk more... leaving already?"
They'd polished off three bottles right there on the sofa, and a healthy flush colored Yebin's cheeks.
Her shirt, unbuttoned midway from the heat, offered teasing glimpses of her cleavage.
Her innocent face contrasted with a body that screamed fertility, the kind built for bearing children effortlessly.
That gap was maddening.
Time to bail before he did something stupid.
"It's getting too late."
"Not that late yet."
"It's already 2 a.m."
"Huh? When did that happen?"
Siwoo started gathering himself to leave.
She'd already stalled him several times with new topics, but it looked like she couldn't stretch it any further.
Why was she trying so hard to keep him from going? Even Yebin herself didn't know.
She wasn't even sure what she wanted exactly.
But if she was a little honest...
Bringing him to her room meant things should progress, right?
Like their hands brushing while reaching for snacks, or some romantic line.
But Siwoo just kept talking, showing no sign of making a move.
"Can't you just... stay and talk more?"
"No reason not to. I don't have to sleep anyway. I just didn't want to overstay."
"Not at all! Totally fine!"
"Alright, then."
Siwoo sat back down, embarrassed by her desperate pleading.
But having grabbed him on impulse, Yebin couldn't immediately come up with a new topic either.
They'd covered pretty much everything, and with nothing left to say, the air grew awkward and heavy.
"Um... it's just been so long since I talked to someone from back home like this. I don't want it to end."
"I'm leaving Gehenna the day after tomorrow, so should I come by again tomorrow?"
"Ah..."
Right—she'd heard he'd be gone in two days.
Shouldn't she hurry, then?
Wasn't she wasting precious time dawdling like this?
No helping it.
She'd never learned subtle ways to probe, and time was short, so straight-up was best.
"Siwoo."
"Yeah."
"Don't go home tonight. Have sex with me?"
She said it.
She didn't even stammer much, but Siwoo's face looked like he'd seen a ghost.
Makes sense.
A seemingly normal girl downs a few drinks, chats a bit, then propositions sex out of nowhere.
"D-did I hear that right?"
"Ah, actually, I forgot to explain something. We've already done it."
Yebin spoke clearly, eyes locked on his, sending Siwoo's brain into freeze again.
Done it? Sex?
"During your treatment, we had no choice but to have intercourse. I wanted to apologize for that."
"What does sex have to do with an apology?"
If she'd been subtle about it, he probably couldn't have asked so casually.
But her straight fastball hit him dead-on, leaving him dazed enough to respond.
Come to think of it, the first normal sex he'd had—while half out of it—was with the Yebin in front of him.
"I-I get how you might think that, but I'm not some pervert, okay? Wait, am I? No, I'm not..."
Belated embarrassment made her stumble over her words.
For the first time in her life, she was voicing her honest desires to someone else.
"But it feels unfair since I was the only one who enjoyed it... And it's a rare connection, so I was curious. What are you like when you're awake... I wanted to know. Plus, with my Self-Generating Magic, I can check your condition while we have sex!"
Sex + health check package, free of charge.
The billboard floated in Siwoo's mind.
It was an offer he had no reason to refuse.
He already liked her—she clicked with him, was incredibly sweet, and had saved his life first and foremost.
Still, with someone basically a stranger... he hesitated.
"You wanted it too, right? That's why I said it..."
Yebin leaned in suddenly, her innocent eyes misty with fever as she asked.
Her slender finger pointed right at his massive erection straining against his pants.
Ah.
It had all been visible.
Siwoo hurriedly clamped his thighs together.
He'd thought he had it perfectly hidden earlier, but now the bulge was obvious, nagging at him.
"Don't think weird of me—I'm not easy or anything. You were my first. Seriously, I swear."
"Ah, okay."
It did look that way.
Pretty, sure, but with such a timid, sheepish vibe?
The kind where even an average guy might muster the courage to ask for her number.
Anyway, it was his first time hearing such a blunt proposition, so he scratched the back of his head.
"I'm mustering tons of courage to say this."
Maybe think of it as a final memory before leaving Gehenna?
Normally he wouldn't, but right now, he could just go with the flow.
"If you're okay with it..."
Yebin's tense face broke into a beaming smile.
A cute girl who got along great with him, had a killer body, and was propositioning sex? No reason to say no.
"Great!"
Yebin and Siwoo edged awkwardly toward the bed.
She first swept the cushions off onto the floor.
"Wanna start with a kiss?"
"Sure."
What was with this formal dialogue?
There was a fresh vibe, decent arousal, but it felt awkward somehow.
Those stray thoughts melted away the moment their lips met.
"Mm... ngh..."
As Siwoo tentatively slipped his tongue in, Yebin sucked on it eagerly, like she'd been waiting.
"Haa... haa... mmm... slurp... mm..."
Her hot breath tickled his jaw.
Just a kiss, but she clung to him with heat bordering on estrus.
The initial awkwardness vanished in three minutes flat—she was groping him everywhere, helpless with desire.
This was getting scary.
Like she'd been waiting for this all along.
"Puha... touch my breasts, touch them."
"Yebin, maybe calm down a bit..."
Siwoo hesitated, wondering if this was okay.
"Hurry!"
"Got it."
Yebin kissed him fiercely, nearly devouring his lips.
As he accepted her body, he slid a hand under her shirt.
Her breasts jiggled heavily inside the half-cup bra.
More shocking than her sudden clinginess—like a rapid acceleration crash—was realizing this voluptuous sensation was coming from her breasts.
"Sluuurp... the clasp is in front... haa..."
"Mm... ngh..."
He felt the front hook as she said, but no way could he unhook a bra blind with one hand.
After fumbling for a while, Yebin impatiently undid all her shirt buttons and tossed the bra aside.
Now he got it.
She still couldn't forget that ecstatic night of treatment.
Starting the conversation when they met, insisting on bringing him home.
Her body remembered that night—impossible to replicate with masturbation.
She craved that excitement again.
Realizing that, he wasn't embarrassed anymore.
Even baring her breasts and kissing a conscious man for the first time.
Maybe because she was a little drunk.
"Haa... now you can touch."
"Yeah. Ngh...!"
Yebin immediately pulled him into another kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Siwoo cupped her breasts from below, freed from the bra's constraint and sagging slightly.
His first impression: heavy.
Fuck.
Her tits were heavy.
A dense weight paired with otherworldly softness seeping between his fingers.
The contrast between her pure looks and her bitch-in-heat desperation, plus this blissful texture, melted away any lingering caution.
As he kneaded her breasts freely, Yebin's hand grabbed his cock over his clothes.
Her rough, clumsy strokes rubbed painfully against the fabric, but somehow that cranked the arousal even higher.
Unable to hold back, Siwoo laid her back on the bed.
"Puha..."
Her breasts, sweet as ripe melons, spilled enticingly with her ragged breaths from just kissing.
Her areolas, large to match, cradled perky nipples—but not ugly at all.
A pale shade that just begged to be sucked.
"But Yebin, is this really okay?"
"Yes, yes! J-just... put it in."
Yebin fumbled with her skirt buckle, stripping down to stockings and panties.
"Whoa..."
Her coffee-colored stockings and gray panties were soaked through—visibly drenched.
Her juices had overflowed, staining the stockings too.
Peeling off the rolled stockings revealed thighs free of any flab despite her curvy build.
Firm and bouncy, but not watery—dense, springy tightness that wouldn't yield even to a poke.
She slid her panties down too, hesitating briefly before spreading her legs wide for easy entry.
Her lewdly twitching labia glistened slick with arousal.
Like half a tube of lube dumped on top.
He'd expected unusual, but not this pervy.
Siwoo lowered himself and rubbed his cock against it.
Her blooming folds parted around the glans, sliding every which way.
Scorching heat rose from her half-open, gaping entrance—like it could burn him.
"Eek... hee... hng...! Put it in, please... put it in..."
Yebin twitched and begged every time his cock brushed her pussy.
Just from kissing and groping her tits—not even the nipples.
Even the twins on love potion weren't this wild.
"Okay, going in."
"Quick, quick... stop teasing..."
But this was a big moment.
His first orthodox sex—conscious insertion into a pussy.
With a horny witch dripping in front of him, no less.
How could it not be great?
Siwoo eased just the tip in.
Tighter than expected, and as he pressed his hips forward...
"Hooook...!"
Yebin let out a weird cry, and the rest of his cock got sucked right in.
No exaggeration—it literally swallowed him whole.
Yebin's pussy was a vicious witch that devoured cocks.
The temperature shifted abruptly.
Thousands of bumpy nubs scraped his shaft.
Then the inner walls melted around him like hot wax.
"I-I'm... gonna cum... gonna cum..."
And suddenly, it clamped down from all sides.
"Haaang...! Heeek... hiiik...!"
Siwoo watched her thrash wildly, trying to cum from the very first thrust while her pussy squeezed mercilessly.
He hadn't even moved his hips yet.