Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: Inn (5)
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It was a chaotic situation.
A surging wall of flames roiled before his eyes, and beyond it, either Fedor or Larissa had a pistol trained on him.
But Siwoo's focus had been extraordinary ever since he was a child.
The moment he gathered all his consciousness into one point, the clamor around him faded away.
Like sinking into the depths of the ocean, the turbulence and noise were muffled by the sound of unconscious waters.
From Siwoo's quick calculations, simply generating mana through self-stimulation wouldn't produce enough.
So the method he chose was to use Amelia as the source of his arousal.
The amount of mana generated from an erection was proportional to the degree of sexual excitement.
Amelia was beautiful.
Her golden hair more lush than curtains swaying in a spring breeze,
Her lips moist as if drenched by a summer downpour,
Her sky-blue eyes like they held the autumn heavens,
Her skin white as a winter snowfield.
No painter from Gehenna could capture her properly, no matter how skilled.
One could only feel the limits of humanity before such divine beauty.
Amelia's naked body would be more than enough to excite Siwoo.
While this wall of fire blocked their view, he explored her body at the speed of light.
He felt a bit sorry for Amelia, but this was all to save both their lives.
"Whoa..."
Grabbing the hem of her dress and flipping it up, Siwoo's eyes fell on Amelia's semi-nude form.
First, her lower body.
Across her lower abdomen, whiter than a snowy plain, was a pink tattoo etched there.
This was the witch's stigma inscribed above the womb.
As he'd seen today, Amelia's panties barely covered her most intimate area.
Thus, the beautifully heart-shaped stigma peeked out from beneath the fabric.
This was the spot where Amelia's child would be conceived.
Unfortunately, in this urgent situation, he couldn't take the time to remove her panties.
He was already holding her up with one arm, so going further would take too much time.
Siwoo's gaze crawled up Amelia's soft belly.
Passing the cute little navel at her slender waist, it reached her upper body.
Amelia's modestly rising and falling breasts were delicately wrapped in mature black lingerie.
Soft breasts that would fit perfectly in Siwoo's hand.
The conquest of seeing Amelia's body—never shown to any other man—stirred a sense of dominance in him.
"!"
Spotting something, he stared piercingly at her left breast without realizing it.
Had the bra shifted when she fell earlier?
The fabric, barely enough to cover her areola, had slipped on one side, and Amelia's nipple peeked out.
The soft nipple resting lightly on the bra cup...
And knowing that nipple belonged to Amelia accelerated Siwoo's excitement.
A faint pink areola spread like crushed cherry blossoms over her plump breast, and a slightly darker nipple atop it.
Was this enough?
He checked the mana generated, but it fell hopelessly short of the target.
Generating mana through erection wasn't very efficient to begin with.
So, the next best option.
He needed to heighten his arousal.
To do that, he pressed his mouth to Amelia's breast and sucked.
His nose buried into her chest.
Amazed at how soft human skin could be, while her nipple rolled under his tongue.
Each touch of his tongue made the nipple squirm lewdly, more seductive and obscene than Amelia's usual demeanor.
Pandemics, wars, natural disasters.
The one instinct that had propelled humanity forward through any crisis.
The instinct to sow seeds in a beautiful woman.
Sexual desire.
Siwoo's body responded to that ancient call.
Blood surged.
His breath quickened like a starving beast, heating his entire body hotter than the flames.
His erection throbbed achingly hard.
At the same moment, Siwoo felt an unprecedented surge of intense mana.
"Pierce!"
Reluctantly pulling his face from Amelia's chest—where he could stay forever—he looked to the sky and spread his palm.
-Ping!
A wave of mana shot skyward rapidly, rippling through the air.
He quickly restored Amelia's dress to normal, and the decorative flames encircling them as a barrier extinguished.
Silence fell.
Sounds of people coming up from downstairs could be heard.
Probably some innocent Gehenna citizen coming to carry Amelia in Siwoo's place.
"Kuhahaha! Even if the slave brat uses magic!"
With the devouring flames gone and nothing happening, Fedor regained his courage.
"This bastard's no longer needed."
"Wait!"
Finally snatching the pistol from Larissa, Fedor aimed precisely at Siwoo's head and pulled the trigger.
-Bang!
With a muffled roar, the lead bullet flew faster than sound, colliding with Siwoo's forehead.
Something struck his forehead hard.
Blood sprayed.
Siwoo's body slowly toppled backward.
So this was death.
Would he watch his life flash before his eyes until the bullet tore through his brain?
Instinctively cradling Amelia as he fell, Siwoo sensed something off.
"Huh?"
Siwoo was alive.
Perfectly fine, even.
"Wh-what?"
But Fedor was more flustered.
No matter that it was a pistol, missing at this range was unlikely.
Yet he'd taken a bullet to the head and was blinking unscathed.
"Naughty children."
A leisurely voice echoed.
The witch lounging on the bed as if she'd always been there was someone Siwoo knew well.
Sophia Avenuga, Chief Professor.
The spell Siwoo activated while sucking Amelia's breast was "Skyboard"—etching letters into the sky.
A primitive method witches used for long-distance communication.
Not used now due to security issues and poor mana efficiency, but it was effective.
A witch had rushed to their emergency rescue request.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
-Bang! Bang! Bangbang!
Fedor fired repeatedly at the suddenly appeared witch.
Knowing it was a death sentence anyway, he resisted desperately.
And Siwoo realized how he'd survived.
The moment the bullet left the barrel, it slowed to visible speed.
By the time it reached Sophia's skin, it had turned into snowflakes.
Literally snowflakes.
"Caretaker Siwoo, you did great. Thanks to you, I pinpointed your location instantly."
This was a witch.
Not even flinching at indiscriminate gunfire, let alone wounded.
"Thank you. Chief Professor Avenuga."
"That was a brilliant idea, really. Using a rune there."
Unfortunately, Skyboard's mana efficiency was too poor, so with the mana Siwoo generated, he could only draw one character in the sky.
No room for "Help me," "HELP," or even the universal "SOS."
So Siwoo chose the rune "Eihwaz (ᛇ)."
An essential rune even in the simplest circuits.
It acted as an emergency cutoff, nullifying mana flow if it short-circuited undesirably.
A plea for help in a twisted, emergency situation—conveyed in a single rune to nearby witches.
"Fuck, arghhh!"
Emptying the pistol, Fedor half-desperately drew a knife, roaring as he charged Sophia.
Her response was simple.
"How cute."
She just extended her hand and uttered a single incantation.
And Fedor became a fish.
For the record, a mackerel.
-Flop flop flop
The plain mackerel—or rather, Fedor-as-mackerel—thrashed on the floor.
Its tail slapped the floorboards vigorously, but nothing happened.
"How dare you harm our Amelia. Suffocate slowly."
Sophia, who turned a man into a fish in one second, ignored the flopping Fedor and leisurely aimed her hand at Larissa.
Larissa collapsed to the floor, eyes squeezed shut, awaiting her end.
Would Sophia's magic turn her into a fish like Fedor?
"Chief Professor!"
"Yes, cutie?"
Siwoo reflexively grabbed Sophia.
Sophia whipped her lavish purple hair around, pausing to look at him.
Witches were all stunning beauties.
If Amelia had an ethereal, princess-like elegance, Sophia exuded a bountiful, goddess-like warmth.
"I have a favor to ask."
"A favor?"
"Yes. I know you care deeply for Lady Amelia."
"That's right."
"So, I'd like to request compensation accordingly."
"Want praise for saving Amelia? Don't worry, I'll spoil you plenty."
Sophia puffed out her chest reassuringly.
"First, let's wrap this up..."
"I want the reward right now."
Sophia looked at Siwoo with puzzled eyes.
If Shin Siwoo were a simple materialist, he wouldn't refuse a night with a witch.
Considering the timing of his request...
"Don't tell me... you want her spared?"
Siwoo met Sophia's gaze squarely.
"Yes."
Larissa's eyes, resigned to death, widened in shock.
He knew it was absurd, even for himself.
Begging to spare someone who'd threatened his life.
Far beyond forgiving a con artist.
But he could somewhat understand Larissa's actions now.
Even if she'd sought freedom through wrong means, the root cause lay with the witches who built this city.
Letting Sophia kill her here would just perpetuate the city's twisted cycle.
Besides, hadn't Larissa tried to save Siwoo until the end?
More readily than expected, Sophia nodded.
Even smiling faintly, as if she'd seen something fascinating.
A gentle expression tinged with goodwill.
"Fine. Tell me in detail if you want more."
Siwoo stated his wish.
"Considering her actions, punishment is fitting. But I'd prefer not taking her life."
"Got it. But as a baroness, I can't overlook this—I'll hand her to city hall."
"What happens if she's sent there?"
"Since it's what you want, no death sentence. But her assets will be confiscated, and she'll become a slave. Pretty as she is, she'll probably end up sold to a brothel."
"I see."
Becoming a slave wasn't ideal, but better than death, right?
"You're a unique one. Nothing else?"
"I'll tell you after things settle."
"Fair enough. It's a bit hectic."
Sophia turned her hand toward the mackerel gasping through its gills.
"Don't kill this one?"
Even Siwoo drew the line there.
"No, leave that one as is."
Sophia grabbed the mackerel's tail and lifted it.
"I'll feed it to the cats at home as a snack."
It was chilling, but he forced himself to ignore it.