Chapter 178
Chapter 178
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 178
Chapter Title: Friendship?? (5)
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Sharon had no mana to spare on something like that, and Siwoo couldn't cast a delicate cleaning spell.
So the cleanup after her titty fuck fell to the wet wipes Siwoo pulled out.
"Ugh... it's bitter... I thought it'd taste like sweetened condensed milk."
Sharon scooped up a glob of white semen from her chin with her fingertinger and sucked it off as she spoke.
Witches seemed to be a curious bunch in general.
After all, selecting apprentice witches required picking successors with the curiosity to delve deeply into a single field of study, so an innate thirst for knowledge was essential.
Yebin had done it, the twins had done it—popping Siwoo's cum straight into their mouths the moment they saw it—and now Sharon too. It felt like a pretty convincing hypothesis.
"Even after smelling that?"
"What's wrong with the smell? I love night honey tea."
"Still, it comes from a person's body..."
"The shirako we had with that sushi we ordered together was delicious, right?"
His own semen being compared to fish milt—an absurd situation.
And even after unloading one massive shot, Siwoo's cock remained impressively firm.
Sharon's gaze shifted to the thick pillar that looked like it could stay rock-hard forever.
"Weird? I heard it usually shrinks after one go. You still haven't finished?"
"No, if I wait a bit, it'll go down."
Honestly, the impact of that final scene was too much for his arousal to fade.
Sharon, strung with globs of semen dangling from her neck and chest, meticulously wiping herself down—it was so erotic that his softening dick had swelled right back up.
But admitting that right to her face felt embarrassing.
"Hmm... Did I do something wrong?"
"It really felt amazing."
Sharon's wholehearted, passionate titjob had given Siwoo a soul-sucking orgasmic high.
He never imagined the harmony of those two breasts could produce such a sensation.
Not just the psychological and visual stimulation, but the slick lotion between her breasts and his cock, squelching with lewd sounds.
It was perfection.
"This won't cut it. The slickness isn't coming off. Guess I need to wash up again."
Sharon, diligently wiping her chest, finally set the wipes aside.
With that volume and thickness, wet wipes alone couldn't handle a perfect cleanup.
Siwoo found himself asking the troubled Sharon without thinking.
"Want me to help?"
It wasn't so much a planned thought as gratitude toward her mixing with an instinctive reaction to her distress.
Sharon's eyes widened briefly before she chuckled.
"No thanks. You've had a rough day—rest up in your room."
"Yeah, thinking about it, that was a weird offer."
"Weird? I've already let you grope my breasts all you want."
Siwoo gave a wry smile, and Sharon met his gaze as they both laughed softly.
Despite everything that had happened, the lack of awkwardness was a relief for him.
"Siwoo."
"Yeah?"
"After I wash up..."
Sharon, whom he'd expected to head straight to the bathroom, called out to him as he turned toward his room.
She hesitated, then carefully spoke.
"Could you kiss me one more time? I was so drunk earlier... I forgot what it felt like."
He was getting used to Sharon's straight-ball pitches landing deep inside him.
It was a surprising request, but coming from her, he was more than happy to oblige.
"It was our first kiss for once, and it feels kinda lacking... I won't ask if it's a burden."
"Sure, hurry up and wash, then come out."
"Okay!"
Sharon beamed as she headed to the bathroom, emerging in less than five minutes.
They spent nearly ten minutes locked in a deep kiss.
2.
It was late at night.
Or rather, early morning would be more accurate.
The faint blue light from the eastern horizon was already tinting the sky visible through the window.
Once Siwoo had gone to his room and things quieted down, Sharon quickly slipped off her panties.
"Uwaaah..."
Sharon, fresh from the life-or-death battlefield with Siwoo that night, had showered with hot water and changed her underwear.
Meaning these panties had started out as fluffy and dry as fresh cotton.
But now?
"This is insane."
Sharon stared in shock, pinching the elastic waistband between thumb and forefinger to hold the panties up to her face.
A woman's genitals naturally secrete fluids to maintain proper moisture and hygiene.
And when aroused, even more love juices are produced inside the vagina to prepare for penetration—that's what arousal fluid is.
That was the extent of Sharon's sexual knowledge.
And before her eyes was a pair of panties utterly soaked in the most massive amount of love juices she'd ever seen.
So drenched that the fabric was translucent where it had touched her skin, and the elastic had shriveled up.
"It felt uncomfortable like during my period... but this much?"
Sharon had experienced menstruation exactly once, before officially becoming an apprentice witch.
Something squirming out from her tightly clenched vagina, suddenly bursting onto her panties—the stickiness and discomfort were beyond normal.
The sensation she felt now was strikingly similar.
The difference being that her panties were sopping with clear, transparent love juices—and that was the cause.
"When did this happen?"
The first kiss? When he fondled her breasts? While she was pleasuring his cock with them? Or during that last kiss?
Sharon sighed out the smoldering heat of desire in her chest.
Seeing the state of her panties with her own eyes somehow snapped her out of it, making stray thoughts easier to dismiss.
"I look totally like a bitch in heat..."
If Siwoo had ever caught even a glimpse of this mess...
Horrifying.
It would've been mortifying beyond words.
At least her thick dolphin pants had hidden the shame, and Sharon breathed a small sigh of relief.
Going back to wash might tip him off, so she reluctantly used magic for a thorough clean.
It stung to waste the mana she'd painstakingly gathered all night this way.
"Hmm..."
Sharon changed into a fresh, fluffy striped pair from her drawer and flopped onto the bed.
No matter how sturdy her vessel, a night like this brought fatigue.
The hour-long deadly chase.
The reckless spell she'd cast, scraping together the last dregs of mana from her womb after it had run dry.
More than enough reasons to be exhausted.
She'd felt ready to crash the moment her head hit the pillow, but now her eyes just blinked open stubbornly.
Body tired, mind wide awake—a sensation she hadn't felt in ages.
Tracing back cautiously, the main thing that came to mind was, again, the kiss.
A whole day crammed with events, some undoubtedly important, but their weight in her memories felt off.
Like how a single strawberry atop a whipped cream cake is all you'd remember later—tart and vivid.
Sharon's mind brimmed with the dizzying thrill of that first kiss.
"Ah..."
The memory bloomed on her lips, vividly replaying the living room scene.
No awkward steps this time as she approached Siwoo after washing up.
Unlike the fireworks-burst daze of that midnight first, fleeting and urgent.
Her heart still drummed like a drum, but without the chased panic.
Feeling his body heat, his breath—standing on tiptoes like in the movies, nipping his tongue tip.
Sharon unconsciously bit her lower lip.
Starting light, building to scorching heat.
That deep, melting kiss where she felt one with him—it was so hard to resist.
Maybe perverse or weird, but she wanted to strip bare right there, press skin-to-skin against him wildly.
She was the one who'd phrased it as "We can't be lovers until we're equals," vowing to act solely for his sake...
Yet that resolve crumbled in an hour to such intense impulse.
"Hoo... So that's why everyone ends up doing it after kissing..."
Romance movies jumping straight to sex post-kiss always felt contrived, like a pact.
But this feeling? Undeniable.
Surprisingly accurate depiction.
"Is my mouth an erogenous zone?"
A somewhat silly musing, but she couldn't figure it out alone.
She did know nights like this left her wide awake.
Sharon booted up her computer.
To explore the mysterious world of male-female relations she'd stumbled into browsing the internet lately.
Even seemingly bogus info had helped her unexpectedly, and with no friends to confide in about guy stuff, the search bar was her sole counselor.
Today's titjob? Straight from a video site.
Sharon typed "[Ways to Treat Your Boyfriend Special]" into the search bar.
From past experience, specifying "boyfriend" over "guy friend" yielded broader, better results.
Though she'd filter out anything too bro-ish.
"Hmm..."
On day one, she'd covered her mouth chanting "Oh my! Oh my! So indecent!" at every result.
Now she faced the sea of explicit info with calm composure.
Experience from a single night of "vintage," perhaps?
"Heh."
Shoulders perking with inexplicable pride.
"Clothes to please your boyfriend? This looks good."
Men were far more visually stimulated than women, sites claimed.
Dressing slutty to satisfy that was practically mandatory for couples.
Thinking back, hadn't Siwoo eyed her tank top clinging to her breasts?
If repaying a favor, might as well go all in.
"Let's see..."
Sharon clicked the banana-logo site with gusto.
Up popped micro bikinis, bodystockings, lingerie, weird school uniforms, cheongsams—exposure levels grotesquely high.
Too embarrassing to call clothes or even underwear.
"End times, end times..."
No, these weren't clothes.
Bras and panties with no fabric, just straps—what was the point?
Tsk-tsking, Sharon scrolled down rapidly—then her eyes locked on something.
"Th-this is..."
She'd stumbled upon something usable, purely by accident.