Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Sophia the Beast Witch (2)
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Sometimes, reason and instinct pull in completely opposite directions.
For instance, right now—like when your head knows you should look away, but your eyes refuse to budge.
Deep into the night, in the dimly lit guest room.
Sophia had flung open her robe, brazenly putting her breasts on full display.
There was no trace of shame or embarrassment in her movements.
She leisurely savored Siwoo's gaze with a posture and expression that only came from profound pride in her body and utter confidence in its perfection.
Could the phrase "bursting breasts" fit any better?
They looked like a pair of melons sliced in half and attached to her chest.
With their pristine pink nipples and that massive size yet perfectly firm shape without a hint of sag, gazing at those enormous tits made it clear that Sophia was indeed a witch's descendant.
"What do you think?"
"Th-they're big."
"And?"
"Beautiful."
Truth be told, '#huge breasts' wasn't in Siwoo's tastes.
Even watching porn stars with massive tits bouncing always ruined his immersion with two nagging thoughts.
One was the realistic doubt: 'Am I ever gonna hook up with a woman that stacked?'
The other was aesthetic: 'Yeah, big tits always sag a bit and look kinda gross.'
But here was the real thing, obliterating every single distraction.
"Really beautiful?"
Sophia flashed a grin and boldly stepped forward.
Her path was straight as an arrow—right toward Siwoo.
With a leisurely stroll-like gait, her long lavender hair swayed side to side, draping over her hips.
Meanwhile, her heavy breasts jiggled up and down, sending hypnotic waves rippling through them.
That bewitching motion was so captivating that Siwoo couldn't blink even once.
Demoness.
This word must have been invented for Sophia.
She stopped right in front of his nose, hands clasped behind her back.
It felt like an invitation to inspect her more closely, but Siwoo summoned superhuman willpower and closed his eyes.
"Why'd you close your eyes?"
"...Sorry."
"Such a shy boy. It's been ages since I last saw a guy whose inexperience was this obvious at a glance."
Sophia whispered sweetly, like some lewd ASMR.
A sweet milky fragrance wafted from her.
His dick, which had stiffened once from Larissa earlier and once from Amelia, was now throbbing hard again inside his new underwear.
"Come here."
Sophia took Siwoo's wrist and pulled.
Then she sat side by side on the bed, just like during their earlier chat.
The difference? Their thighs were pressed tightly together now.
And with just a slight turn of his head, those huge white bare breasts filled his vision.
"If I told you to attend me tonight, would you refuse?"
Sophia rested her chin on his shoulder and murmured softly.
Her slender, pretty hand was already resting on his thigh.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because it's Lady Sophia's command."
"Is that sincere? For real?"
The hand on his thigh crept higher.
It was precisely on the inner thigh now.
Just 1cm more and it'd touch his cock.
"You can be honest. I owe you a debt, after all. Even if you're a bit forceful with me tonight, I'll forgive it."
"Forceful?"
"Yeah. You could blindfold me and spank my ass. Or grab my tits tight and call me a filthy witch slut."
"Ugh."
Sophia's words painted vivid images in Siwoo's mind.
She was saying he could knead those huge breasts to his heart's content and treat a witch like a mere maid.
"Tonight, I can be the slave and you the master..."
She trailed off bashfully, calling him by name now with familiar affection—but no way that was genuine.
In this setup, Siwoo was clearly the one about to get devoured.
"You're not refusing just because of the command, right?"
"...No."
"Then why?"
"Because Lady Sophia is beautiful."
Liking pretty girls was a man's instinct.
Even as a slave, that didn't change.
"Then why'd you turn down Amelia's offer five years ago? Didn't she seem pretty?"
Why bring that up here?
Siwoo turned a puzzled gaze toward Sophia, who was plastered right against him.
Her face was right on his shoulder, nearly brushing their lips together.
"If you're talking about five years ago, there was a misunderstanding. Lady Amelia wasn't offering night service—she wanted to recruit me as her assistant..."
"Yeah, I know. But back then, you thought it was night service and still refused. I've always wondered why."
Siwoo wasn't a eunuch.
He liked pretty girls and wanted normal sex like anyone else.
So why had he refused Amelia's night service? Because before being assigned to the academy, the slave trader had filled his head with terrifying tales about witches.
The trader, bored out of his mind, had droned on to the shackled, dazed Siwoo about witches' horrors.
By the time he was sold to the city hall, his fear of witches had maxed out, so he rejected Amelia's offer.
In his panic and confusion, instinct screamed not to go, and he'd refused on impulse.
Of course, he'd completely forgotten about the offer afterward.
Hearing Siwoo's explanation, Sophia burst out laughing, spitting on his cheek.
"Haha! Oh, sorry... I just never imagined that answer."
After giggling for a good while, she gently wiped the spit from his bewildered face.
"You're such a scaredy-cat dummy. Now I get it—you're a lot like Amelia."
She always tied everything back to Amelia.
Still beaming with amusement, Sophia looked at him.
"So now you know Amelia's not some scary witch, right? If she asked you for night service, you'd do it?"
At her question, Siwoo reflexively recalled the past few days.
Until recently, his resentment toward Amelia had peaked.
The reason she'd tormented him so stubbornly turned out pettier than expected.
But Amelia was changing, bit by bit.
Recent glimpses proved it.
She'd tried awkward conversations, brought him chicken skewers for no reason, even granted his request for leniency toward a slave.
When someone you expect nothing from treats you well, it exceeds expectations—and yeah, he didn't hate her like before.
But imagining Amelia actually seducing him? He couldn't say for sure if he'd go along.
The grudges weren't fully gone yet...
"........"
As Siwoo's face deepened in thought, Sophia spoke up.
"Sorry, sorry. I came to give you a gift and ended up saying weird stuff."
"No, I enjoyed it."
"Whoa, talking like it's over already? You haven't pulled out yet. You said you'd attend me tonight."
"That's..."
"You're a virgin, so you probably can't speak up honestly. I'll help you out. Close your eyes?"
Eyes, suddenly?
Even as he thought that, he squeezed them shut—and something soft pressed against his lips.
Siwoo, with some experience now, knew exactly what it was.
A tongue slipped skillfully into his mouth, wrapping tightly around his own—Sophia's.
Sticky, sweet saliva flowed in, and her much thicker, chewier lips than Odile's rubbed pleasurably against his.
"Mmgh!"
The kiss was brief.
In the blink of an eye—or "smack"—Sophia's body pulled away.
"How's it feel?"
"Feels... good. Yeah..."
No way a kiss from a beauty like this would feel bad.
But three seconds later, it became clear her question wasn't just about the kiss.
A dizzying spin hit him like downing a shot of soju.
His heart pounded wildly in an instant, all that blood rushing straight to his lower body.
"Feels good, right? My saliva has an aphrodisiac in it."
"What do you... ugh..!"
His fully erect cock hardened to the point of pain.
"I'm the 'Beast Witch,' remember? It's one of my self-generating spells to make beasts mate easier."
His mind grew hazy.
Yet his vision sharpened like he'd snorted stimulants, etching Sophia's body into his eyes.
Even things hidden by the dark were now crystal clear.
"Come on, stop being stubborn. Touch 'em."
Sophia straddled his lap as he sat there gaping.
She teasingly pressed her breasts together with her arms and shook them seductively.
The beautifully gathered cleavage like well-ripened dough, nipples standing tall toward the sky.
"You wanted to touch them, didn't you?"
Her sultry urging.
She guided his hand and placed it on her breast.
Amelia's felt great too, but compared to Sophia's, it felt a bit lacking.
Not springy firmness, but overwhelming softness.
Just lifting it slightly conveyed its full, heavy weight—crushing even Larissa's chest from before.
"There, there. Good boy?"
She stroked his head like a baby—or a cute puppy—relishing his touch.
"Tickles~ You can squeeze harder."
Feeling his throat parch, Siwoo gripped her breast firmer.
This texture wasn't of this world.
In this state, he'd submit to Sophia forever just for touching her breasts.
Whether the magic caused that too, he couldn't tell.
"Wanna suck the nipple?"
Sophia lifted her breast to his lips.
The aphrodisiac worked wonders.
Without hesitation, Siwoo latched on.
"Haang!"
Sophia's sweet moan.
Siwoo rubbed his cheek against the plump breast while suckling the nipple eagerly.
"No good like that. Slowly swirl your tongue around it and suck gently."
Instinctively, he obeyed.
Siwoo calmed down, rolling her nipple with his tongue more deliberately.
"Haa, yes... That's how you make a woman feel good. Got it?"
"Yes...."
Siwoo's dazed reply.
"Alright, stand up. Let's take off your pants."
Sophia rose from his lap and stripped the dazed Siwoo's pants.
His massive cock sprang up like a spring, standing tall and drooling precum.
"Impressively big."
Sophia nodded meaningfully.
"The bigger the tool, the more you gotta loosen up the girl first. Shoving it in raw hurts. Got it? Like with the breasts—caress gently. Don't forget."
"Yes, Lady Sophia."
Not even questioning why, Siwoo nodded.
Sophia's aphrodisiac was exceptionally potent.
"Okay, lesson's over. Time for your gift."
With that, Sophia knelt at his feet.