Chapter 310
Chapter 310
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 310
Chapter Title: In Summer (3)
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"Sharon sis! We're just gonna step out for a bit to get some air!"
"Huh? Oh?"
Odil grabbed the wrist of Odet, who was barely lifting her heavy eyelids, and dashed outside.
It wasn't to follow the assistant.
They needed time for a strategy meeting ahead of the big showdown.
"Hey! Hey! Snap out of it, Odet."
"Sis... I messed up.... Put me on a sunny bed...."
"This isn't the time to curl up!"
"Yaaawwwn...."
But Odet looked utterly unmotivated.
She'd stayed up late last night brewing potions, played all day, stuffed herself, and then drank on top of it all. Being weaker to alcohol than Odil, Odet had hit her groggy limit first.
"Sigh, take this!"
"Eek! That hurts!"
Odil let out a deep sigh, then pinched the soft flesh of Odet's butt not covered by her swimsuit.
Odet's eyes snapped wide open as tears welled from the sharp sting.
Odil grabbed her squishy cheek and locked eyes with her.
"Odet! Snap out of it! This is a battlefield!"
"Orooo...."
At Odil's stern command, Odet finally came to her senses completely.
Odil released her cheek only after hearing the response from lips puckered out like a flattened crucian carp.
"You felt it too earlier. What the assistant was about to say to us."
"Sis, but I was thinking..."
"...He was gonna tell us to end our secret relationship."
"...Yeah."
The assistant's reaction when they asked for suntan oil and tossed their usual flirty jokes.
They could vividly sense what those hesitant eyes and half-parted lips were about to spill.
He was never good at hiding his emotions, after all.
The battle with Sharon sis was at its most critical juncture right now.
If they did nothing, they'd just lose like this.
But amid that urgency, Odet showed not a shred of fight.
And that really grated on Odil.
"What are you doing? We brought the potion. We need to talk strategy."
"Sis..."
"And what's with those slumped shoulders?"
"Sis, listen to me."
Odil cooled the rising heat in her head and plopped down on a chair.
She'd listen to her little sister.
"What?"
"I've been thinking. We're still just apprentices, and now there's someone new by the assistant's side..."
For a moment, Odil's mouth jutted out like a duck's beak.
She shot up and half-yelled at Odet.
She knew it without being told.
She just didn't want to believe it, so she lashed out to ignore it forcibly.
"So what? You wanna give up just like that? We still have the potion!"
The potion that, after drinking, made one fall madly in love for about a week, personal differences aside.
If they slipped it to the assistant and put on a lovey-dovey show right in front of Sharon sis?
It'd be the perfect reversal play.
"But sis, you know what that potion really is."
"......"
"It's not something that shows true feelings..."
Odil realized why Odet had been hemming and hawing.
Truth be told, it was something Odil had already known deep down.
Gaining the assistant's love through a forbidden potion, and flaunting it in front of Sharon sis.
It was all cheating, a foul.
Nothing but reckless tantrums that ignored the assistant's will entirely.
"Even if the assistant drinks the potion and likes us, loves us... would that mean anything?"
"Why bring it up now? You scared?"
Odil tried to shove aside that truth and provoked Odet instead.
Odet met her sister's eyes with a serious gaze.
"Yeah, I'm scared."
"......"
"I'm scared of how disappointed he'll be when the effects wear off, what he'll think, what look he'll give us."
"Th-then... we can just keep dosing him before it ends!"
"Sis."
Odil was the one yelling, but she felt cornered somehow.
Odet tightly hugged her raging sister.
"Let's do this fair and square. Even if we can't beat Sharon sis right now, let's fight with our real skills, our real charm."
"......"
"You said it yourself, sis. We're Jemernais—we don't know the word quit. Getting scared ahead of time, giving up, resigning... that's not us."
"......"
"We still have what only we can do. So let's ditch the potion."
"What if he... completely gives up on us?"
Odet's eyes gleamed coldly.
"Then we sneak in at night and jump him. Tie him down."
"Odet..."
Odil's tensed shoulders went limp and floppy.
She took a deep breath, hands on hips.
"Alright! I've made up my mind!"
Odet was right on every count.
Apprentice witches learned from failure, after all.
The moment the twins acknowledged their initial defeat, they learned what truly mattered.
"We lost today! But as long as our fighting spirit doesn't fade! The Jemernai heart never stops!"
"Right! Right!"
"No leaning on cowardly last resorts—let's fight with honest, upright means! Toss that potion right now!"
"Sis! You're awesome!"
The twins shared a passionate hug and trotted back to the drinking party.
Odet scurried up to Odil's brisk stride and stuck by her side.
"Odet."
"Yeah? Sis."
"But aren't you curious what happens if the assistant drinks the potion?"
"Once we win him over, we can try it then."
"Yeah, yeah."
Today's Odil and Odet had grown just a little more.
"Hot damn!"
Snapping to, Siu saw the cigarette in his hand had burned down to the filter.
He'd nearly scorched his fingers and tossed the butt.
"What the hell?"
Had he zoned out too deep in thought?
A long one like that, and he let it go this far?
It was absurd enough to shrug his shoulders.
"Never a dull moment."
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he'd kept them waiting quite a while.
Returning to the villa, a messy drinking bash greeted him.
Had his pondering taken longer than expected?
The twins lay on the sofa, curled up against each other like hibernating critters.
Fair enough—they were still apprentices, and it was bedtime.
Sharon, perched on the sofa's edge, yawned with sleepy blinks.
"Yawn, why so late?"
"Needed a moment to think. You tired?"
"Sigh... Guess we had too much fun today; keeps making me drowsy."
"Go crash if you're beat. I'll handle cleanup."
"Nah, I should help."
He scooped up the twins, dead to the world with tiny snores, and tucked them into bed.
He half-forcibly shooed Sharon, who was rousing to help, into the bedroom first.
A tired Sharon was cute too.
As he laid her down and leaned in for a natural kiss, she blocked him with her palm.
"Huh?"
"J-just... not tonight. Twins are here."
"It's just a kiss."
"Kissing you... I won't stop.... I'm tired too.... Wanna sleep tonight."
He was a bit surprised.
Sharon had never turned him down first...
Probably the twins bothering her.
He got it.
Short exchange later, back to the living room.
"Quiet now, huh."
The lively chaos dying down made the mess look even filthier.
Still, guests had fun, so clean up nicely.
From scattered empties to floor crumbs, he tidied spotless.
Sorting the wide-open picnic basket, Siu found the thermos of tea.
The color in the clear bottle was gorgeous.
"Perfect, throat's parched."
Mouth all cottony from booze and smokes.
Siu popped the lid without hesitation and chugged the tea.
Savoring the cool, fragrant black tea flavor, he finished cleaning.
Eloa walked along the beach of the bay.
Her steps were as heavy as a prisoner's in shackles.
"Sigh..."
Another sigh escaped, countless as the days.
Eloa recalled yesterday's disgrace.
Siu dragging Sharon in and making her listen to their lovemaking on purpose.
She'd vowed to sternly scold him, but lost to impulse and soaked the table corner for nearly three hours straight.
"I must've lost my mind..."
Thinking back, it was insane.
A master masturbating alone to her disciple's sex sounds?
If word got out, Eloa would end it all without hesitation.
Shame at her own fault had her head bowed even to the breeze rustling leaves.
"Ah..."
Lights flickering far ahead—not far to the destination.
How to explain this to Siu...
Normally, she'd reprimand him strictly and extract a promise of no repeats.
But valuing honesty and frankness, Eloa couldn't hide her own disgrace.
Ignoring soot on her own clothes while chiding others' dirt?
Unacceptable.
Thus, her journey wasn't just to meet him.
It was a pilgrimage for confession.
That weighed her steps.
How to say it?
"Siu, I understand your unique stance on chastity. But such acts are improper. Love between man and woman must be secretive and chaste. Coupling isn't mere peripheral pleasure but a noble process to confirm hearts..."
Eloa walked, reading her revised letter aloud.
Up to here, embarrassing but doable.
Teaching proper sex ed was a master's duty.
The trouble was what followed...
"Moreover, I must apologize to you—please hear without misunderstanding. I've committed a grave sin against you too.
I heard you and Sharon Evergreen making love.... Overcome by momentary impulse, I masturbated.
But this wasn't rational desire for you—it was mere physiological reaction..."
Even rereading made her dizzy.
If yesterday's self appeared, she'd smack her.
What the hell was she thinking, committing such an outrage?
"Maybe... don't mention it at all...?"
Pretend and move on?
Or erase the whole thing?
Eloa arrived at the villa half in tears.
Opening the door carefully, she saw Siu in dim light, sitting on the sofa nursing a drink alone.
"Siu."
Eloa called his name in a meek, cowed voice.
"Oh? Master! You're here? You're late."
Siu looked at Eloa too.