Chapter 217
Chapter 217
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 217
Chapter Title: Playful Morning and the Duke's Arrival
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After the fiery romp in bed, Siu lay sprawled out.
Even for a spirit body, unloading four times in a single night called for some serious rest.
By the way, Takasho's advice had hit the nail on the head.
Sharon, who had been so glum and listless, was now fast asleep beside him, a blissful smile on her face.
He'd have to swing by the twins' place next time and load her up with gifts.
She might just squeal with delight at a haul of modern-world goodies.
Warm morning sunlight streamed in through the window.
In that heavenly languor, Siu caught a peculiar sound.
He gradually realized his cock was blissfully stirring under the moist, teasing laps of a tongue.
"Hmmm... mmm... mmm..."
He propped his head up groggily and looked down to see Sharon, naked as the day she was born, sucking lazily on his member with a drowsy expression.
Her hair was a tousled mess from crashing right after their wild night, but it did nothing to dim her stunning beauty—that was just Sharon's cheat-code specs at work.
"Good morning."
"Sure is. What's with the wake-up service?"
"Wake-up? The sun's already high in the sky. Yawwwn..."
Come to think of it, he'd creampied her four times last night and passed out cold right after, using her warm, flushed body as a body pillow in his half-delirious state.
Yet his rock-hard dick showed no trace of the dried cum that should have crusted it white.
Which meant Sharon must have woken up earlier and diligently cleaned him off with her mouth.
That realization only made him hornier.
"...I felt bad about not cleaning you up properly last night... so I was taking care of it."
"Hey, I'm grateful, but..."
"It's the morning, and you're already this perky. Even after four rounds yesterday."
Sharon pressed her cheek shyly against his shaft as she spoke.
No words needed—her gestures, tone, and expression gave it all away.
She'd woken up craving him and had been eagerly coaxing his cock to attention.
"I meant to just clean you up... but wouldn't it be frustrating to leave it at that?"
Sharon flashed a cheeky grin while laving his glans like a lollipop.
His mind was still foggy from sleep, but no way was he letting that temptation slide.
Seductive Sharon had to pay the price.
Siu grabbed her waist and delivered a punishing doggy-style pounding, welcoming the morning with a satisfying release.
2.
After playful shower shenanigans and a brunch of coffee-paired bites,
Sharon, her hair tied back in a ponytail, chomped into a grapefruit marmalade toast, chewing contentedly.
They used to order lavish spreads fit for a banquet, but these days, they kept it simple with just a dish or two to set the mood.
With their starvation grudges finally sated, they were finding a happy medium.
Gorging like wild animals worked for a day or two, but who could keep that up for months?
"Why are you staring like that?"
Sharon never took her eyes off Siu, even as she munched away.
Unable to bear the intensity, Siu finally asked.
"Just 'cause. I like you."
"Koff!"
He choked on his coffee.
After seeing every inch of her, including that ass clenching and spasming like it was begging for more during doggy,
blunt lines like this still left him tongue-tied.
"Sex with you feels amazing, sitting across from you like this for breakfast feels great, waking up in the same bed feels wonderful... everything about you is perfect."
Sharon's bare toes had snaked under the table, tickling the top of his foot.
It wasn't outright seduction—just constant contact with him that thrilled her to no end.
Even in the shower earlier, she'd been all clingy and playful, teasing him endlessly because it felt so damn good.
Washing each other up close in that cramped stall...
Siu's dick had stiffened again while soaping her breasts, nearly leading to another round right there.
"Don't you like it?"
"Me? Hell yeah."
Was it because she had him so wrapped up in her?
He wanted to keep going.
Any free moment, just fuck nonstop until they collapsed or passed out.
Even if sex wasn't the only way to restore her stigma, he'd still crave it just like this.
Siu squirmed under Sharon's barrage of "I like it, I love it."
Every time she got like this, he felt overwhelmed by how utterly adored he was.
"It hurt a ton at first, but now it's nothing but pleasure. Crazy, right?"
"Uh... maybe change the subject?"
Sensing he'd spend half the day balls-deep if he let her lead, Siu steered the conversation elsewhere.
"Why? I like this topic. What's your favorite position?"
But Sharon slyly slid her tickling foot higher, now pressing firmly into his crotch.
A foot was just a foot, but paired with her feigned innocence and the slow grind against his cock, he was stiffening right back up.
They said newlyweds sparked at a mere glance for the first year.
Was this what that felt like?
"Keep that up, and you're in trouble."
"Ooh, really? Gonna punish me?"
"Hey..."
One thing Sharon had long noticed: Siu got flustered at the slightest naughty tease or joke.
It was so fun, she'd poke at him endlessly—but now that she tried laying down the law, it fell flat.
"You gonna punish me? Huh?"
Sharon poked his shoulder mischievously as she stood to clear the dishes, grinning impishly.
Siu let out a deep sigh.
Ah...
Exhausting.
She'd goof around like this, but toss her naked onto the bed and she'd blush beet red, all shy.
Tease that sensitive spot inside her, and the playfulness vanished, replaced by lewd moans and gasps...
...Thoughts like that made it pure torture.
His lust felt bottomless.
"Huh? How're you gonna punish me?"
Wait—did he even need to hold back?
Why should he?
Siu shot to his feet.
Startled by his sudden intensity, Sharon flinched but still dimpled with that cheeky smile.
"Strip."
Her grin evaporated at his curt command.
Siu backed her forcefully against the fridge.
"Wh-what?"
"Strip now. I'll fuck you just how you want."
Sharon had teased him plenty before, but he'd never fired back—not once.
He'd just blush like a prude and pretend to swat at her.
Never wall-slamming and taking charge like this.
"Uh... uhhh..."
She hadn't expected it to feel like this.
Not that she hated it.
The rough edge, their height difference putting his gaze just right, that low voice rumbling pleasantly in her ear—it made her heart pound, her legs go weak.
"R-right here?"
Meanwhile, Siu—attempting his first counterattack—felt awkwardly sheepish at Sharon's over-the-top reaction.
He'd braced for laughter, like "Hahaha, what was that? Doesn't suit you at all!"
This was way off-script.
Sharon fidgeted with her hem like a nerd cornered by a bully.
Ding-dong!
As they stood in this awkward standoff, the doorbell rang.
"Oh, uh...! Guests! I'll get the tea ready!"
"Hey, where you—"
Sharon bolted like a boxer hearing the bell in a pinch, slipping out of his shadow.
Tea my ass—she vanished into the bathroom instead.
Who the hell would show up at this hour?
No deliveries or packages on order that he could recall.
Siu opened the door.
"I've come as promised. Sorry for not giving prior notice."
The pink-haired duke.
Eloa Tiphereth stood there in modern clothes.
3.
Every time Siu saw Eloa, he questioned her title as Tiphereth Duke.
She fit "princess" far better than "duke," "magical girl" over "witch."
But seeing her in casual modern wear softened even that image.
A princess in track pants? Magical girl in a windbreaker? Kinda off.
She looked more like an idol with flashy pink-dyed hair sneaking home to dodge paparazzi.
"I've brought a modest housewarming gift."
"Thank you."
"It's nothing much—sorry about that."
"No, no. We'll enjoy it."
Siu sat primly as she slid over a fruit basket.
Not some luxury packed with exotics—just the sort you'd comfortably take to a sickbed visit.
In short, a bit humble for a "duke's" housewarming present.
But he hadn't buttered her up for training with ulterior motives, so no complaints.
Tiphereth cut straight to it.
"A bit late, but with the countess's aid, I'll be residing right below you in this building. I'll monitor your surroundings while instructing you for a while, as I mentioned before. Nothing's certain yet."
"The unit downstairs?"
"Not moved in yet, but soon. That alright?"
"No issue on my end. Actually, I'd be honored."
Measured purely by combat prowess, Tiphereth ranked among the witches' elite.
Training under her was a once-in-a-lifetime shot.
And right downstairs?
If she was worried about Ea's meddling in his body, her proximity enabled swifter countermeasures.
With zero skeletons in his closet, Siu welcomed it with open arms.
"No pressing schedule? Shall we begin training at once... Shall we relocate?"
"Yes. Anything I need to bring?"
"Comfortable clothes for movement suffice."
"I'll change and be right there."
Sharon said she'd study magic in the room while Siu trained.
Tiphereth specialized in Nature Magic like Word of Power, worlds apart from Sharon's orthodox elemental style.
No reason for Sharon to suddenly pick up martial arts either.
"This good enough?"
"Not bad for starters."
Needing an open space, Siu headed to the officetel rooftop where he usually smoked.
Tiphereth scanned the area and threw up a small barrier realm.
"How will the training go?"
Eloa said nothing, simply tying back her spring-breeze cherry blossom pink hair and shedding her windbreaker.
Her pale skin gleamed in a sporty bra perfect for activity.
She gripped her ritual garb's Contract Sword, inscribed with twelve characters.
"First, let's gauge your level."
Sudden, no warm-up—but wasn't this exactly why she'd come?
Against a powerhouse like Tiphereth, curiosity bubbled about her assessment of his skills.
"Got it."
Black armor enveloped Siu's entire body.