Chapter 253
Chapter 253
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 253
Chapter Title: A Side I Never Knew (4)
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1.
Afternoon, 3:00 PM.
Check-in at Periwinkle Hotel Seoul Standard Room.
A sweltering daytime romp with Periwinkle and Siu.
Midnight.
Eloa tosses and turns before finally drifting into deep sleep.
They're still at it.
The next day, 4:00 AM wakeup.
Eloa rises.
The two of them are still going strong.
11:00 AM.
Eloa gives up and checks out.
Returns to Wizpoint afterward.
Still going.
5:00 PM.
Eloa meditates.
Periwinkle and Siu are still at it.
Another day flips over to midnight.
Eloa goes to sleep.
The sex shows no signs of stopping even at this point.
And then, 4:00 AM.
Eloa woke with hollow, sunken eyes.
She hadn't slept properly the night before, and she'd spent the entire day in agony.
The moment she sat up, she checked her field of vision and barely suppressed the urge to cheer in triumph.
"It's over...!"
What reflected in her eyes was the sleek interior of a car.
No more of Periwinkle's bare white body in sight—no matter what else, that alone was enough.
Eloa was overcome with a sharp, thrilling surge of emotion in her chest.
"Ah..."
But she realized she couldn't just bask in relief when she spotted the pillow wedged between her legs.
Right up until she'd nodded off, Siu and Periwinkle had been going at it without a break.
Watching that raw scene—like civilized beasts reverting to wild animals—had left Eloa feeling her body heat up again and again.
Her heart pounded like it was broken, her core itched incessantly.
Her breaths grew hot, her face flushed beyond control.
And yet she couldn't exactly crawl under a cold shower until they finally crashed.
So instead of masturbation, Eloa had chosen a different path.
True, the urge to slip a hand down there kept nagging at her, but she refused to compromise.
How could she face Siu later if she gave in to such a vulgar act while watching his sex scene, of all people?
More than that, it just wasn't right.
Her compromise? Wedging a pillow between her thighs.
That way, she wouldn't even have to touch herself.
But the relief from pressing that soft cushion against her aching crotch didn't last long.
Eloa instinctively wriggled her hips and legs.
She squeezed her thighs tight around the pillow, then released.
Over and over.
Clenching and unclenching the insides of her thighs, feeling the pillow and her panties press firmly against her mound each time—a cool rush of release from that pent-up stuffiness.
She lost herself in the sensation of that itchy, lewd tingle melting into refreshing relief, squirming sideways on the bed until sleep finally took her.
Of course, poor oblivious Eloa had no idea—and no awareness—that this was textbook masturbation.
The kind where girls just awakening to their sexuality instinctively chase pleasure through thigh pressure.
In the end, even as she clutched and rubbed against the pillow right up until sleep claimed her, her body kept twitching on instinct.
And when she woke again...
"........."
The pillow was soaked.
Eloa stared at it blankly for a moment.
Sweat?
Even in her sleep, peeking at that wretched scene had left her drenched in sweat?
"There wasn't anything like this yesterday..."
That illusion shattered the moment her freshly awakened senses sharpened fully.
Not just the pillow—her underwear was sopping wet too.
Even her pajamas!
"Eek...!"
Eloa stifled a sharp squeak.
Filled with the same confusion as when she'd first gotten her period, she cautiously reached down.
Under the pajama bottoms Siu had gifted her, under her panties.
She hadn't even gotten close yet, but a bizarre heat and sticky sound emanated from within.
"Hah...!"
Then her fingertip accidentally brushed her stiff, erect, slick clit, and Eloa felt her thighs tremble without her permission.
Shock only lasted a moment before she realized exactly where the fluid soaking her pillow, panties, and pajamas had come from.
Her own pussy.
Sexual sensation and pleasure don't come easy.
Even if imprinted in human instinct, a woman's body hides it away tight, like an unbudded sprout sealed in a hard shell.
Only through repeated learning and stimulation does perfect pleasure bloom.
Eloa had experienced what usually takes days—or even years—in just one day. She froze in shock.
No way...
"Love... juices?"
The sticky fluid that had gushed so copiously from Periwinkle during her coupling with Siu.
It looked just like that.
Tiphereth yanked her hand out of her panties and glanced around frantically.
No one else was there, but she acted like someone might catch her anyway.
Her pupils shook, her thoughts even more so.
She analyzed the phenomenon and situation as calmly as if dissecting an enemy.
"So..."
Did watching Siu and Periwinkle's secret act make her go into heat just like Periwinkle?
Eloa hurriedly stripped off her clothes and shoved the pillow into the trash bin.
Siu was on his way home in the car.
And the scenery visible through the shared vision was all too familiar.
She had to deal with everything before they arrived.
That urgency kept her too busy for self-loathing.
2.
Siu returned to Wizpoint's penthouse.
Sure enough, even the same penthouse felt different—a five-star hotel's top floor versus a regular building's wasn't the same.
The temporary lodging that had seemed palatial now just looked like a big room.
After checking on Sharon, Siu headed to his room and spotted Eloa from behind, arms full of laundry.
"Oh? You're awake, Master."
Eloa jumped like a thief caught red-handed at his call.
He'd figured she'd be fast asleep at this hour—or at least in her pajamas.
Yet here she was, dressed for going out.
"......"
"You okay?"
Siu noticed her movements seemed stiffer than usual.
Eloa always had nightmares.
He'd seen her wake up drenched in cold sweat and dash to the bathroom plenty of times, so he assumed this was something similar.
"Sorry for vanishing into training for two whole days without a word. I should've contacted you—shouldn't have worried you over nothing."
With Eloa saying nothing, Siu figured she was mad.
Fair enough—he'd disappeared without notice and only come back after two days. He'd worried her.
Why hadn't that occurred to him at the time...?
As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he got a clear look at Eloa.
Her face was flushed bright red.
Her embarrassed magenta eyes couldn't even properly take him in.
"Y-You're back?"
A cheeky thought crossed his mind.
For a split second, her expression reminded him of something.
You only saw a face like that during a kiss in a steamy mood—or when showing affection born of lust.
But no way.
Eloa was more serious than anyone he'd met.
And she treated him like a prized disciple—there was no chance.
If anything, he felt disgusted with himself for projecting such thoughts onto her.
Siu shook his head and bowed.
"Won't let it happen again."
"No need. Skipping training isn't ideal, but... you needed the rest too. Haven't you trained every single day without fail?"
Eloa and Siu strolled naturally down the penthouse hallway.
Eloa hesitated just a beat before asking.
"So, where'd you go?"
It was later than expected, and she'd vanished without a word—of course she'd ask.
But something felt off: Eloa didn't seem eager to hear the answer.
"I met up with Ms. Periwinkle, who saved me before. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that... Got a minute?"
Eloa stuffed the crumpled laundry into the basket.
Then turned carefully to face Siu.
"Wh-what did you want to talk about...?"
Eloa's shoulders, usually so proud and straight, were hunched tight.
Like a wild animal's first encounter with a talking creature.
Was she having a really rough time right now?
Siu worried.
According to Sua Branch Manager, Eloa had improved a lot thanks to him, but she wasn't fully free of her pain.
He'd seen her groan through nightmares plenty of times...
And looked at her with pity more than once.
Especially rough right after waking—maybe bringing it up suddenly was inconsiderate.
Better to wait until she had some mental breathing room.
"Ah, it can wait. Want a drink?"
Eloa nodded faintly.
They'd arrived sooner than expected, but getting caught mid-laundry transfer was no big deal.
Siu didn't seem to suspect anything.
But Eloa couldn't meet his eyes.
Not after secretly watching his sex and unwittingly soaking herself down there.
Tiphereth knew it well: shame comes from knowing your own embarrassing state.
How unworthy a master was she?
Eloa steadied her pounding heart.
But what was with suddenly having "something to discuss" and suggesting drinks together?
Utterly confused, she accepted the glass he offered with a creak of nerves.
"Thanks."
At least the booze made her feel a little more alive.
"How're you feeling today?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"You look unwell. I'm worried. Maybe I worried you too much?"
"Nothing like that—don't worry."
Eloa nearly tripped over her own tongue at the sudden health check but sighed in quiet relief at his usual gentle demeanor.
Still, flashes of his intense thrusts kept flickering in her eyes and ears, fraying her focus.
She just wanted them out of her head.
"Like I mentioned before, wanna go clothes shopping after training tomorrow?"
Eloa's heart dropped.
Had he seen her soaked clothes and underwear?
The shared vision had cut the moment they'd locked eyes, so she couldn't be sure.
Flustered, she blurted out,
"I have other pajamas besides those."
"Ah... No, I meant clothes for going out."
"Other than pajamas? Ah... R-right. Clothes... Sure, sounds good."
This wouldn't do.
She couldn't think straight.
Unwholesome thoughts kept floating through her mind.
She needed some time apart from Siu to cool off.
Head outside and clear her mind.
"I'm beat today—let's call it here. Sorry."
"Huh...?"
Not even waiting for Siu's reply, Eloa shot up, downed the rest of her drink, and scurried out.
"She must be pretty mad after all..."
Unaware of the details, it was the best guess Siu could muster.