Chapter 251
Chapter 251
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 251
Chapter Title: Unknown Appearance (2)
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1.
Kybele Periwinkle was cunning.
Spotting Siu's reaction cool back to lukewarm indifference, unlike before, she instantly grasped what she needed to do.
The offhand remark he'd made in the bathtub: "I don't know what might happen if I smell the witch's scent..."
Combining that with how he'd always held back until he'd steeled himself, then gone berserk after sniffing her hair—she pieced it together in a flash.
The conclusion: to trigger berserker Siu, just let him smell her hair scent.
So she forced her way into his space, making him inhale it, and Siu forgot even the thought of holding back, falling completely under her scheme.
In other words, he ravaged her holes with the ferocity of a rape.
No holds barred.
As long as he didn't cum inside, he bound her and alternated tasting her two holes, thrusting his hips relentlessly.
Lost to reason, he forgot three crucial facts.
First, he sparred with Eloa every day.
Second, he hadn't even mentioned meeting Periwinkle and was indulging in marathon sex.
Third, skipping sparring without word would have Eloa frantically searching for him.
2.
"........."
Eloa fidgeted with her phone in the middle of Gwanghwamun Square, her face etched with anxiety as Siu failed to show.
Siu was diligent.
What he called sparring was really just him getting battered and sent flying over and over, yet he tackled the training without complaint.
He'd arrive early, coffee in hand for her—never once late without a word.
Especially knowing it'd worry her, he wouldn't wander all night...
[The person you are calling is unavailable. You are being connected to voicemail, and charges will apply...]
Eloa hung up on the unanswered third call.
She knew she needed to calm down, but her heart pounded fiercely.
Her head spun, nausea rising.
"This can't be happening..."
The "Guardian's Contract" she'd placed on Siu.
One of the twelve contracts she could use, temporarily bestowed.
In essence, she'd given him a twelfth of her power.
If crisis struck him, it'd offer defense beyond mere autonomy.
His location would instantly alert her too.
An excellent contract she'd made knowing she'd never need it after losing Rafi.
With it, Siu couldn't be taken down without a sign, nor would a fine Siu ignore her calls without word.
Anxiety was inevitable.
"I'm sorry."
He might just be sleeping, or lost in thought, enjoying some alone time.
But for any emergency, Eloa decided to invoke another effect of the Guardian's Contract she hadn't told him about.
Pinpointing location alone might delay grasping his state or exact peril.
Thus, it included a shared vision and hearing ability.
As his self-proclaimed master, she had no intent to meddle in his privacy constantly.
But for this, it was different.
Eloa closed one eye, activating the contract.
His location locked in, and before her eyes unfolded...
"What...?"
A carnal feast of white and pink.
The setting: likely a hotel room.
Her perfectly shared vision showed a white ass densely marked with handprints like vivid autumn leaves.
-Slap slap!
"Nngh! Ahahn...!"
Each palm strike made it twitch and clench, thick white fluid dripping from the rear hole, trailing down.
Just below, a massive meat rod, soaked, plunged into slick folds.
The labia minora clung to it on withdrawal, curling back inside—vividly clear.
Grotesquely explicit, brazenly lewd angle.
Eloa froze, as if hammer-struck to the head.
"H-how... is this...?"
Disheveled deep navy hair spilled across the floral bed.
The woman shrieking and clawing the sheets with each cervical pounding was none other than...
The Witch of Fortune, Kybele Periwinkle.
And the one whose senses Eloa shared... undoubtedly Siu.
Why was she in such a state before him?
Why was Siu doing that with Periwinkle on the bed?
She knew it was intercourse between man and woman.
She'd unwillingly glimpsed him with Sharon before.
No.
She tried sorting her thoughts, but nothing made sense.
Slaps on flesh, autumn leaves blooming on endless white plains.
Periwinkle convulsing, hips bucking wildly each time.
'Kyaa! S-stop hitting...! Please... I beg you...!'
'Hic... ugh... I-I'm... breaking...!'
Yet this scene resembled...
Rape.
Was Siu raping Periwinkle?
'Please... I was wrong... I won't do it again... stop... enough!'
Periwinkle twisted desperately, tears streaming, barely begging.
Her wrists bound by the shadows Siu always wielded as his main weapon.
Then a familiar yet alien voice rang in Eloa's ears.
'Why should I stop?'
Nothing like the tone calling her "Master, Master."
Raw, instinct-driven, laced with ragged breaths.
'I was wrong... I got cocky... I said sorry... kyaak! Kyaaak! Kyaaak!'
Periwinkle thrashed her head in defiance, screaming nonstop.
Eloa couldn't comprehend the situation.
The shared senses were definitely Siu's.
Location: a hotel not far from here.
Yet the Siu she knew was always kind, gentle—a good man.
Not one to treat a woman like an object.
She had to save him.
Something was terribly wrong.
Maybe Ea Sadalmelik's lingering scheme was corrupting him late.
Eloa trusted Siu implicitly; she couldn't believe he'd do this willingly.
She pulled out the "Park Young's Talisman" to evade eyes, kicked off the ground.
Destination: the hotel where Siu ravaged Periwinkle.
One leap covered hundreds of meters, landing on a nearby building's railing—nearly slipping.
The shock of that scene.
'You look worn out?'
'I-I... can't... too much... stop... let me rest a bit... please...'
'Then the other hole it is.'
'Th-that one... too... already so much... haaaahn...!'
Siu's thick hand, after relentless ass-slapping, pried Periwinkle's rear wide.
His massive cock slithered into the swollen, friction-abused hole.
"Ah..."
It shattered Eloa's common sense.
The gaping anus swallowed the girthy shaft, pistoning back and forth like vaginal sex.
'Kyahaaang...! Aang! Stop...! Please... I'm dying...!'
'I'll cum in your ass. Squeeze tight.'
Periwinkle's agonized screams ignored as Siu's palm struck her ass again.
Putting it in the anus now?
Then the twitching rear hole from the first sight—semen?
Dizziness overwhelmed her.
Man and woman mingling bodies was natural law.
Eloa, a strait-laced orthodox witch, never paid it much mind, but countless witches bedded human men.
But inserting into that shameful hole...
She'd never heard of such.
Eloa was certain.
Siu wasn't sane.
No sane witch would permit it; this was unmistakably rape.
How a mere 15th hierarchy Siu subdued 20th Periwinkle was a mystery, but leaving it could turn berserk Siu into a public enemy.
She had to protect him.
Even kneel and bow to Periwinkle, explain his state.
Eloa summoned all her mana, racing to him without hesitation.
Myeongdong to Gwanghwamun wasn't far.
About three minutes.
Contracts as potent as this demanded costs and conditions.
Like Light of Truth blinding her, or body enhancement requiring sleep.
Likewise, Guardian's Contract persisted until "Tiphereth can protect new Siu" was fulfilled.
So half her vision showed the brutal rape, the other Seoul's streets, as she ran.
Arriving at the hotel, knees bending to leap to the 51st floor—
Siu, having finished cumming, was talking with Periwinkle.
'Haa... haa... you're insane...'
After deep anal creampie, Siu collapsed atop her; Periwinkle reached back, stroking his head tenderly.
Utterly satisfied, affectionate.
"?????"
Eloa stiffened in a whole new way.
Rape moments ago, now Periwinkle gazed at Siu lovingly, like lovers.
No trace of the victim.
She'd been tearfully pleading just before.
Why the sudden change?
'My ass stings so bad... I said hit away, but... no bikini for a while.'
'Isn't this all because of you, Periwinkle? I warned you it'd be dangerous if you kept making me smell your scent...'
'M-more... you can be rougher...'
Siu tried pulling away awkwardly; Periwinkle spun, hugging his neck.
Pressing her crown to his nose insistently.
'Sex with a guy like you isn't everyday stuff. Gotta stock up before leaving Korea... mwah...'
She dominated the cozy chatter.
And kissed him, wanting more.
Eloa blinked, rebooting her stalled thoughts.
So the perverse, sadistic acts were all consensual?
She grasped that quickly, but another question arose.
Why, though?
Kissing Periwinkle, inhaling her scent deeply again—Siu's breaths grew ragged.
Grabbing her neck like training a naughty pup, pinning her.
'I said no...'
'Kek... c-can't you... talk casual? More forceful... swear! Swear at me too...!'
Periwinkle's eyes sparkled with joy at the treatment.
Eloa reeled hearing "Spread your cunt, you bitch" from Siu's always polite mouth.
She staggered like a hypotensive patient.
She roughly understood now.
A relief compared to her worst fears.
Eloa held fairly chaste views on sex but wasn't so rigid as to meddle in adult Siu's relations.
She had no right anyway.
But what kept her from calming was something else.
"I want this to stop now..."
Again: once activated, Guardian's Contract lasted until she could protect him.
Vague criterion, but likely until they met.
And Siu was...
Doing that.
No urge to interrupt midway.
So half her vision filled with raw intercourse until he finished.
"........."
Why did things like this keep happening around Siu...
Eloa looked woebegone.