Chapter 186
Chapter 186
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 186
Chapter Title: Anomaly (2)
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1.
Once upon a time, there lived a witch.
She had lustrous black hair as smooth as silk and eyes as lovely as sapphires.
She wielded fearsome magic that commanded magical beasts, yet everyone adored her.
She had defeated—and even tamed—the vile monsters left behind by the Creation Witch, after all.
And that wasn't all.
She was always humble, never flaunting her power to anyone.
She was revered as the "Witch of a Thousand Beasts" not only by the citizens of the witches' city but even by her fellow witches.
Time flowed on, and eventually, the Witch of a Thousand Beasts realized her magic could improve no further.
Like all witches before her, she selected an apprentice from her own bloodline.
She taught the girl magic, cherished her deeply, and they spent happy days together like family.
A year passed, then five, then ten.
The apprentice, now fully prepared to receive the vessel, had grown enough for the stigma transfer. The Witch of a Thousand Beasts intended to pass everything on to her.
Soon, the apprentice would inherit the magnificent magic the witch had built over the years and carry on her research.
But in the midst of the ritual, the Witch of a Thousand Beasts suddenly froze in terror.
She was overwhelmed by the fear of entering eternal slumber once the stigma was transferred.
She forcibly halted the ritual midway and killed her own apprentice.
The very girl she had raised like a daughter and taught magic like a prized disciple.
Was it the wrath of the gods?
The stigma, which had begun transferring to the apprentice, was ripped back from her—and the witch's face began to twist into something grotesque.
One side of her once-beautiful visage shriveled up hideously, like a burn victim.
People stopped calling her the Witch of a Thousand Beasts.
They felt a grand title was a luxury far too good for a witch who had murdered her apprentice just to cling to her own life.
That's right.
The Witch of a Thousand Beasts earned the name Witch of Cowardice because she was such a pathetic coward.
And even now, she kills people and witches alike just to fix her ruined face...
How horrifying, isn't it?
Oh dear, it's getting late already.
You've got a long journey starting tomorrow, so off to bed with you.
Did you brush your teeth nicely?
Good girl.
Sweet dreams, Lady Odile and Lady Odette.
2.
A full month had passed since Siwoo's dramatic exploits in hunting down that freakish homunculus.
Movies and dramas without incidents drag on boringly, but in real life, you'd rather avoid deadly battles if at all possible.
A bit dull, maybe, but a smooth daily routine is the best.
Siwoo muttered to himself as he half-reclined on the sofa, gazing out the window.
"It's raining a lot this year."
Sharon, plastered right up against his side with her torso tilted sideways, replied.
"Hng... It's a typhoon, they say. Yawwwn...!"
The first typhoon to hit Seoul directly that summer battered the city all day with stinging sheets of rain and fierce gusts.
Just recently, high winds had shattered a storefront's glass windows, causing quite the mess.
Rain pelted the dark window at a slant, popping like frying beans.
Hard to believe he'd been standing right out there in it earlier, searching for homunculi.
Siwoo felt a twinge of admiration for himself.
It wasn't just the weather that had changed.
Sharon had quit her convenience store part-time gig.
These days, she was diving into real estate studies instead.
With a debt that massive, scrimping penny by penny wouldn't cut it—this path suited her far better.
One more change.
Sharon had gotten pretty skilled at paizuri and fellatio now.
Not quite at the level of "feels so good I can't last five minutes," but she could at least be careful not to nick the glans with her teeth while teasing all the right spots.
"Yawwwn... Slurp... Schluuuurp..."
Even now, as they watched a movie, Sharon sat beside Siwoo, leaning over to lavish his cock with devoted attention from her lips and tongue.
It felt a bit like getting a blowjob from a girl at a room salon.
At first, Siwoo had been baffled by their bizarre symbiotic setup, but he'd grown accustomed to it over time.
It felt great physically, and Sharon seemed to be easing her sense of debt through her service...
Whatever the case, it was win-win for both, he told himself with a crude excuse.
"Sharon... Think I'm about to cum."
"Mm-hmm! Mmm... Schluurp, sluuuurp...!"
At his words, Sharon nodded knowingly and ramped up her pace.
One hand on his thigh, the other on his chest, she bobbed her head eagerly.
Her soft lips formed a ring, the glans sliding in and out with wet schlurping sounds.
Right before climax, she'd kick into this last sprint, focusing stimulation on the glans.
Sharon's newest technique.
And Siwoo's cock surrendered to her expert skill.
Pshhhht! Pshhhht! Pshhhht!!!
"Mmph... Mmm... Mmmph...!"
Thick ropes of semen surged into Sharon's mouth.
The instant Siwoo started cumming, she froze all motion and sucked on the glans like a straw, vacuuming it greedily.
The ecstasy of a mouth creampie—something masturbation or even sex could never match.
With suction added to the natural force of ejaculation, even the last drops were pulled from his balls in blissful release.
At least once a day, sometimes twice, he'd paint Sharon's mouth or tits white, but this sensation never got old.
"Mmph... Ptoo..."
Sharon spat a glob of cum into the prepped tissue, then meticulously wiped Siwoo's cock with a wet wipe.
"Thanks again today."
"Heehee, no biggie."
Siwoo stroked her hair, and Sharon flashed her white teeth in a dopey grin.
How strange.
They weren't even having full sex, let alone officially dating, yet she treated him like royalty every day.
But as they both quietly normalized the routine, it had seamlessly woven into their daily life.
It became just another "naughty prank" on the level of sex jokes between guy and girl friends.
Friends with benefits? What do you even call this?
Siwoo felt confused sometimes.
"Pause the movie a sec. I'll just rinse my mouth and be right back."
"Sure."
Sharon finished tidying up and rose from her seat.
Siwoo idly eyed her retreating ass.
Moments later, the sound of the shower drifted from the bathroom.
"Hmm..."
No titjob today—just her mouth and hands.
Which meant no need for the shower; a quick rinse from the faucet would do.
Shhhhhhhh...
And it was running awfully long.
Even if she were brushing her teeth, ten minutes was the norm—she'd been in there longer.
So what was it?
Siwoo recalled the sight from two weeks ago.
Sharon's pussy, drenched like it'd flooded.
Putting two and two together: while servicing him with her mouth or tits, her own crotch was getting messy too.
The extra time was for cleanup.
His head spun a little.
Truth was, Siwoo found it incredibly hard to read his dynamic with Sharon.
He'd escaped virginity, sure—but he'd never done normal dating.
Take the twins, for example.
It started with awkward blackmail-fueled sex ed, evolving naturally via love potion into full intimacy.
There'd been some cute threats and coercion along the way, but it remained a fond memory from his aimless slave days.
With Yebin, she'd straight-up proposed a one-nighter and aggressively pushed.
Siwoo, hollowed out after breaking things off with Amelia, had given in to impulse and slept with her.
So where did Sharon fit?
If things deepened with her, what expressions and positions would they share?
Totally uncharted territory.
Click!
The door sound made Siwoo suddenly awkward.
He realized his wandering thoughts stemmed from wondering: Is it okay to take things further with Sharon?
Apparently, he'd stared at her too intently in the process.
Sharon halted abruptly and asked.
"Wh-why?"
She seemed flustered... or was she?
Her sidelong glances at him, her palms clenching and unclenching—it all screamed guilt.
Siwoo tested the waters.
Couldn't outright say, "Does sucking dick make your pussy wet?" so he went roundabout.
"Just took longer than usual, got curious."
"Huh? Usual? N-no, nothing happened?"
Her reaction was explosive.
She practically leaped like a cat doused in water.
Super suspicious, but he let it drop—no point pressing.
"Nobody said anything. Anyway, thanks again today."
"What're you thanking me for~? It's just my job."
To brush off the awkwardness, he spoke first—and Sharon's usual sass flowed right back.
She plopped down beside him again.
A faint sigh of relief escaped her—whether from nerves or whatever.
3.
The day wound down with their usual wind-down and ongoing movie marathon.
Sharon had picked this one herself.
But she couldn't focus at all, too busy calming her pounding heart.
No way he noticed something, right?
Her service routine had started as a way to repay Siwoo's favor, even if just a little.
But as time went on, it led to an awkward issue.
Her panties ended up soaked without her even realizing during their naughty play.
So she'd always head straight to the bathroom under the pretense of rinsing her mouth or washing her chest, with spare underwear prepped.
And to avoid Siwoo getting suspicious if the laundry pile grew, she'd magic-wash them first, stash them, and hand-wash later—meticulous as ever.
But her extended bathroom stays weren't just for cleanup.
While rinsing her pussy with the showerhead, she'd discovered something.
Crank the pressure high and sweep it over her genitals, and it scratched that itchy spot with delicious pleasure.
Nothing special during a normal wash, but when she was already aroused from sucking Siwoo's cock? Unbelievable relief.
That's why she always combined cleanup with a pampering session for her "precious."
Today was the same— a brief moment of bliss before returning to the living room.
Then Siwoo's sudden question hit, making her think, Did he catch me?
"........."
But Siwoo was terrible at hiding things himself. His normal demeanor suggested he hadn't clocked her little deviation.
Relieved her shameful state stayed secret, yet... somehow disappointed too.
Why did it feel like they were going nowhere?
If Siwoo lost control like that time with the kiss and just pounced—or demanded more—she'd pretend to resist but go along with it, no problem.
Did he not want to advance things further?
Or was he respecting her old words: "When we're equals, everything else is fair game"?
If the latter, she'd retract it in a heartbeat—but then how would he react? Tough call.
Lost in such thoughts, she couldn't follow the movie's plot at all.
That's when it happened.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
Knock knock.
The doorbell rang.
Followed by knocking.
A late-night visitor left both Siwoo and Sharon baffled.
"What? Did you order something?"
"No? I didn't."
They exchanged puzzled looks.
Siwoo's face grew tense.
Sharon felt the mood shift to serious too.
"Why?"
"The flow of my life so far? Trouble's due around now. That fortune-teller auntie said the same—demon year this time, so stay careful."
"She told me the exact same thing. Probably nothing."
"... The neighbor lady?"
Maybe the woman from next door, here again over noise complaints.
"Want me to check?"
"Let's go together."
They paused the movie and rose quietly.
Siwoo plucked a ribbon strand, hiding it behind his back just in case.
The moment Sharon opened the door, they faced.
"It's been a while."
"Wha..."
Countess Gemernai—or more precisely, Gemernai Deneb herself.
Sharon felt like frothing at the mouth.