Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Border Town (3)
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1.
Having received Amelia's permission to browse the store freely, shopping time began.
Amelia was one of the rare nobles among witches.
Her sense of money was worlds apart from that of ordinary people.
Even if Siwoo picked the most expensive item in the store, her declaration of "pick whatever you want" would hold true.
She'd probably write a check without batting an eye.
That didn't mean he could just grab anything willy-nilly, though.
Picking something too cheap wouldn't do, nor would something outrageously expensive.
In the former case, it'd come off as treating a noble's goodwill cheaply, tarnishing Amelia's dignity. In the latter, he'd look like someone exploiting her rare kindness.
So Siwoo pondered deeply.
"Hmm..."
The shelf where Siwoo stood held a Calvin Klein panty set.
Five-pack.
No separate price tag listed.
It was just what he needed.
The basic allotment from city hall was only three pairs a year, and the rough fabric sometimes chafed his skin raw.
As Siwoo agonized over it, someone poked their head in beside him.
"Not a bad choice."
It was the proprietress of the Blue Snake Contact Point.
She looked to be in her early thirties, with sultry eye makeup.
But what really drew the eye was how her training suit strained magnificently over her midsection.
A faint whiff of decadence wafted with the vapor from her electronic cigarette, exuding an aura that must have broken plenty of men's hearts.
She'd pressed so close that her breast nearly brushed his forearm.
"I-is it?"
"One of our top sellers."
"By the way, where'd the witch head off to?"
Sticking by a wealthy witch customer seemed like good business.
Why come here instead?
"She's already done shopping and is waiting in the lounge. Surprisingly, she's a smoker."
"She didn't say anything weird, did she?"
"Don't worry."
The proprietress flashed a knowing smile and brushed Siwoo's shoulder as if dusting it off.
Up close, her face looked like it could pierce a man right through the heart—three or four arrows at least.
"Mind if I ask something I'm curious about?"
"Sure, within what I can answer..."
"Are you a male concubine?"
Male concubine.
Literally, a male paramour.
Honestly, Siwoo hadn't even known the term existed until coming to Gehenna.
Witches didn't marry, so husbands weren't a thing, and "lover" might fit better than male concubine—but in Gehenna, a witch's man was generally called a male concubine.
To Siwoo, who knew the vulgar insult "ching-ching-concubine," it grated humiliatingly.
"No."
But humiliation was par for the course these days, and she didn't seem malicious, so he brushed it off.
"Oh?"
The proprietress sidled even closer.
Her breast, which had only grazed him before, now pressed firmly against his arm.
Softer than any cushion.
Siwoo stared at her in wide-eyed surprise.
"You're a slave either way, right? What's your name?"
"Um... what if someone sees?"
He squirmed away from her blatant advances.
The old Siwoo might've fallen for it, but after enduring the twins' torments beyond Amelia, he'd grown wary of pretty women.
"Sees what? I'm just asking your name. Isn't it polite to introduce first? I'm Larissa, manager of the Blue Snake Contact Point."
"...Shin Siwoo. Slave with city hall."
Brownish-blonde hair, pale mauve eyes.
Long limbs on a slender frame, paired with improbably voluptuous breasts.
Now her name made sense.
Russian blood, no doubt.
Siwoo took her proffered hand for a shake.
As her slightly curled finger scraped his palm.
It tickled, but felt unmistakably lewd.
He pulled away and clenched, then unclenched his fist a few times.
Larissa smirked at his blank stare.
"You really don't know a thing, do you? How many years since you got dragged here?"
When he said about five, her smile turned even more inscrutable.
Like a predator spotting fresh prey.
"Wanna try shaking hands again?"
As their hands met once more, she crooked her index finger the same way, scraping his palm teasingly.
"Scraping the palm during a handshake like this means..."
Larissa pinned him against the shelf and whispered in his ear.
"'I'm so wet thinking about you, I want to fuck.'"
Siwoo froze at the sudden sexual assault and harassment, logic be damned.
Larissa nipped his earlobe before pulling back.
"W-what the hell?"
No matter how he thought about it, it made no sense.
Last time he'd come for Amelia's cigarettes, she'd given him odd looks, but nothing this forward.
They hadn't even exchanged names.
"Your relationship with that witch isn't ordinary, right? Those arrogant bitches wouldn't buy gifts for no reason."
Larissa tugged down her training suit's zipper with a zip.
A white tank top hugged her round breasts.
They jiggled proudly, nipples poking sharply through, tempting him to grab them.
"From your clothes, she's no low-rank witch—you're with high society. Makes a girl curious how a guy she's eyeing tastes."
Putting it together:
Larissa was a flirt who slept around, and learning Siwoo had Amelia's favor sparked her curiosity.
Did a witch's affection boost a man's value?
Amelia too—women were impossible to figure.
Siwoo reeled at accidentally charming yet another woman.
"Even if it takes time, it's fine. I served her hot tea and cookies already. How about 30 minutes of fun together?"
Larissa slipped her hand right under his shirt.
Her manicured nails ghosted teasingly to his nipple, poking it.
"Her Ladyship wants tea time; us grown-ups can play quietly on the side."
He had no clue what to say.
If anything, was this woman a bit off her rocker?
Talking "grown-up fun" after barely meeting.
At his hesitant reaction, Larissa amped it up.
"Worried about the witch? Sure, my background's humbler, but these are a cut above, right?"
She grabbed one breast and jiggled it.
Soft flesh flowed under the thin white shirt.
Twitch.
Siwoo's crotch stirred despite himself.
As Larissa said, those G-cups—at least—were beyond even Amelia's league.
Larissa yanked her tank top up over her breasts without a word.
Lush mounds spilled free, impossible to cover with one hand.
How could any man not stare?
Siwoo's jaw dropped as he scrutinized every inch.
Milky pale skin, matching soft pink nipples.
Just like those Russian white mares from porn.
High-def HD didn't lie.
"I touched you, so fair's fair—touch back."
She bared her chest, yet Siwoo flushed.
Her brazenness left him unsure how to respond.
But those jiggling tits held hypnotic power beyond imagination.
Siwoo grabbed them without hesitation.
They sank plushly under his palms, elastic bounce pushing back.
The heavy weight filled his hands.
Her perky, chewy nipples stood out especially.
"You touch like a total newbie. Use both hands—it's fine."
Larissa giggled ticklishly as he kneaded them.
No escaping this temptation.
Vicious texture.
As Siwoo groped in a daze, her hand slithered snake-like into his pants.
"Ugh!"
"Bigger than it looks? Thought it'd be cute like your face."
Larissa licked her lips, gripping his cock reverse-style and stroking slowly.
Even in the tight panty confines, her handjob outdid any Siwoo had received.
"Stay right here."
"Wait a sec...!"
She yanked down his pants against the display and engulfed his cock in one go.
He hadn't washed properly, and after all that walking, it must smell sweaty—yet she slurped it eagerly without complaint.
Slurrrp, slurrrp.
Wicked wet sounds.
Siwoo tried to protest, but once it was in her mouth, resistance melted.
Like paralyzed by venom, his strength drained, body slumping against the wall.
"Slurrrrp... shlurp...!"
Perfect suction on his shaft, supple hot tongue swirling the head.
No joke—he nearly came in ten seconds.
But he was a man; couldn't show such weakness.
Siwoo braced his buckling hips and savored her blowjob.
2.
"Sis, what time is it?"
"Know how many times you've asked?"
"Yeah, 55th."
Odile and Odette waited for Siwoo in their Tarot Town hideout.
He was due by 3 at latest, but past 5, no sign.
The twins sat sulkily side-by-side on the bed.
They'd roamed Tarot Town all morning.
Back since 1, waiting four hours now.
"Think he's not coming?"
"Assistant's a bit dim, but not a liar."
"Let's just go out ourselves, sis, pleeease?"
"Go alone if you want. I'm waiting."
Odette curled up on the bed with a pout.
Freed from boring magic lessons for a rare holiday.
Wasting half the day on one guy irked her.
"But sis, what if Master finds out about our prank?"
"Finds out how?"
"Assistant's a guy—and a slave. Master's gonna be furious."
Odile thought a moment.
Normally, she'd ignore a slave's fate.
But Shin Siwoo was different.
They'd chatted privately plenty, debated magic passionately—gotten attached, sort of.
Well, that was Odile's take, anyway.
"We'd have to help him then. Master's love novelties—a slave who wields magic proficiently? She'd be thrilled."
"Wouldn't dumping it all on him save us trouble? Ow!"
Odile flicked Odette's forehead.
"We are witches, nobles, because we bear duties matching our rights! Sell out the assistant to dodge a scolding?"
Rubbing her head, Odette teared up.
Odette was still immature.
"Hing... fine. Why snap?"
"'Cause you're so reckless."
Everything demanded responsibility, as she'd said.
If Siwoo ditched their plans today...
"He'd face the consequences."
3.
Siwoo, lost in her flashy fellatio, suddenly shivered from a chill.