Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Love Potion (2)
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"Haa... Shall we get started?"
I knew full well my words wouldn't get through to them anyway.
The twins' stubbornness and curiosity were so voracious that even Siwoo had thrown up his hands in defeat.
But even he hadn't expected Odette to lunge straight for the tip right from the start.
As his soft cock was swallowed whole in one go, Odette's tongue rolled warmly under the glans.
"Hngh!"
He naturally gasped for air.
"Mmm... Hm, hmm..."
Meeting Odette's innocent eyes, sparkling with a hint of laughter, brought on an inexplicable pang of guilt.
At the same time, that guilt fueled a thrill of taboo pleasure, igniting his lust.
Soon, his cock began to swell rapidly.
Clumsy as her tongue work might be, Odette showed no hesitation whatsoever in her fellatio.
"Hahp, slurp... Chup... Puhah...! How's that? Feels better than last time, right?"
"Y-Yeah..."
Last time, she'd barely taken just the tip in her mouth, but this felt genuinely serious.
Odile, watching from the side with her arms crossed, chimed in.
"Odette got obsessed with that guidebook. She was making a huge fuss, practicing all sorts of things on her own."
"Why only pick on me! You practiced with me too, Sis!"
"I only tried it out of curiosity because you were so into it. I didn't go as hard as you."
As Odette glared daggers, her flared nostrils tickled the saliva-slick cock.
That subtle stimulation made Siwoo's raging rod twitch violently, slipping from Odette's grasp to smack her chin from below.
"Eek!"
Odette let out a small yelp of surprise.
A slave uppercutting an apprentice witch with his dick.
It was an incredibly awkward situation.
"Sorry about that."
"No, no, Assistant. I learned that men twitch like this when they feel good. I'm actually thrilled? It means my practice is paying off."
Forgetting her spat with her sister over her verified progress, Odette beamed and dove back in for more fellatio.
Siwoo's face melted in a mix of embarrassment and pleasure, while Odile watched with a dissatisfied expression.
"You like it that much, Assistant? You look like a cat with a cock in its mouth."
"Odette's gotten... remarkably skilled."
"Hmmm, I see."
Suddenly, Odile unbuttoned Siwoo's suit jacket.
She pushed his tie aside and started undoing his shirt buttons.
Wondering what this was about, Siwoo looked at her, and she gave a nonchalant reply.
"I'm just as good as Odette. I've got confidence when it comes to learning new things."
With Siwoo's chest fully exposed, Odile plastered herself right up against his side.
She pressed her lips to the nape of his neck like a loach cleaning an aquarium.
"How's it feel when I kiss your nape like this? Does it really turn you on?"
One hand slipped behind his waist to pull him close, the other tugged his collar open as she showered his neck with kisses.
"Well? How is it?"
"It tickles... but it feels good."
It was a sensation utterly different from simple pleasure.
Goosebumps prickled his skin alongside a ticklish kind of bliss.
"Sis! I'm the one doing it right now. Don't butt in."
"Talking like the assistant belongs to you? You started without a word yourself."
Women trouble.
He never thought he'd live to use that phrase.
It fit this situation perfectly, though.
Who could've imagined the day beautiful twins would fight over his body?
"But the assistant will definitely like my mouth more, no doubt."
"Oh, Odette, that's exactly why you fall short. The guidebook says pleasure from atmosphere trumps raw sensation. How can we read the same book and take away such different lessons?"
Odile's tongue, pointed sharply for show, licked down Siwoo's nape.
Her soft, saliva-coated tongue trailed over his nape, collarbone, and chest toward his nipple.
"Kuh!"
Odile closed her eyes softly, teasing his nipple with the tip of her tongue before suckling his chest like a baby.
Never having had his nipples sucked before, Siwoo hadn't expected this sensation.
It was more ecstatic than he'd imagined.
Especially Odile's profile from this angle—it was utterly captivating.
The cock in Odette's mouth throbbed harder, bucking with vigor.
"See? Look! The assistant's hips lifted right off the sofa."
"Puhah...! That's because of me making him feel good!"
Naturally, the burden of judging this petty squabble fell to Siwoo.
"Assistant! Whose mouth feels better?"
"Assistant! Whose mouth feels better?"
Like a shrimp's back getting a massage amid a whale fight.
But there were risks, of course.
Siwoo just sweated bullets, unable to speak easily.
Truth be told, it was hard to declare one definitively better.
"They feel good in completely different ways, so it's tough to judge."
"Can't accept that answer."
"Exactly! If you're a man, Assistant, pick a winner decisively!"
It was a tricky request.
Siding with one would surely upset the other.
"Let me tell you an old folktale."
"Out of nowhere?"
"Changing the subject, huh?"
"No, just hear me out."
With that, Siwoo launched into the famous tale of the black ox and the white ox.
A scholar approached a farmer plowing with two oxen and asked, "Which ox works better?" The farmer whispered, "The black one does more work."
Puzzled, the scholar asked why whisper, and the farmer replied, "Even beasts get upset if you praise only one side."
The scholar was impressed by the farmer's wisdom.
Odile paused her caresses to listen to Siwoo's crude retelling, while Odette kept sucking with the cock still in her mouth.
Them listening quietly was kinda funny.
"So, if I pick outright, I'm worried it'll hurt the sisterly bond between Odile and Odette."
"Can't accept that."
"Same here. Odette and I are already rivals."
"That's why I'll tell each of you separately. First, Odile, come closer with your ear."
Odile perked up her ears.
Siwoo whispered so Odette couldn't hear.
"Yours felt better, Odile. But imagine how sad Odette would be? I learned winners should show mercy to losers. Please don't gloat and give her a compliment."
Next, Odette.
Of course, he told her the opposite.
Even if the twins were straightforward, would this work?
"Ahem, Odette. Looks like your practice paid off after all. My little sis, through and through."
"You too, Sis. You nailed parts I overlooked. Impressive."
It worked perfectly.
Odile and Odette exchanged compliments, suppressing their rising smirks.
It resolved too easily—he almost felt dumbfounded.
After a brief lull, they switched positions.
This time, Odile below, Odette on top.
"Excuse me... Chu."
Odette pursed her lips and began with kisses on his chest.
While Odile focused on sucking, Odette poked at his chest with her tongue tip.
That alone was overwhelming pleasure.
And down below, Odile's relentless assault continued.
"Hahm, sluuuurp... Churup...!"
Odile sucked with rougher pressure than her sister, hollowing her flushed cheeks until they slimmed.
It was worlds apart from Sophia's fellatio not long ago.
Compared to the mature witch Sophia, Odile was fresh and clumsy as could be.
But fueled by rivalry with her sister, her determination to pleasure Siwoo more burned fierce.
Her earnest attempts with awkward tongue work satisfied a man's conquest urge on their own.
That intent alone earned bonus points.
"Hahm... Pop... Chuup, churup..."
-Pop!
Odile, watching Siwoo's expressions intently while sucking, suddenly pulled the cock from her mouth.
"Gonna cum?"
"Y-Yeah... Getting close...!"
Odile gripped Siwoo's cock, holding a small glass vial in front, and started stroking briskly.
"Way faster than last time, for sure."
A bold smile etched her face.
Proud of her improved technique, leaving Siwoo with mixed feelings.
"Like this, make a ring and focus on the tip, right?"
"Whoa! The assistant's chest just twitched!"
Odette, still toying and sucking his chest, spun her tongue in wonder, urging his release.
-Throb! Throb! Throb!
At the same moment, his cock spasmed explosively in Odile's small hand.
Silent pulses shot thick white semen like a urine stream.
The twins' eyes fixed on the vial.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
"It's lasting forever."
Odette exclaimed in awe each time the tiny vial filled more, while Odile stared, fascinated by the unusually long ejaculation compared to before.
Climaxing under continuous chest stimulation brought a whole new level of satisfaction.
It felt like he had a second cock on his nipple, cumming there too.
The vial was so small it brimmed full with semen to the top.
Even though this was half-forced in a situation he hadn't exactly wanted, Siwoo's mind was still brimming with lewd demons, it seemed.
That vial looked like the twins' wombs.
One day, when they inherited the Gemernai name, maybe he could line them up side by side for true sisters' feast.
The humiliations suffered in Gehenna.
If he could pour it all into those breathtakingly beautiful twin witches' pussies, he'd have no regrets.
"Gah!"
Black ink makes dense writing—looked like he'd been too influenced by Takasho.
As Siwoo hurriedly dressed, Odile and Odette peered into the vial, swirling the semen around.
Couldn't they at least wait till he got clothed?
"Any issues?"
"Nah, no problems. Just mix it in and we're done."
"Assistant, it's at least double last time."
Odile dropped the semen into the pre-prepared vial of Eros Potion.
Whether due to the mana in the thick globs or the potion's properties, it melted away smoothly without stirring.
"And that's completion."
Odile and Odette gazed at the now brighter-glowing reagent vial with mad scientist fervor.
"Sis... This is gonna taste awful."
Remembering the bitter, sour, astringent taste of semen, Odette shuddered.
Odile looked equally unenthused.
"But drinking this will let us understand love even deeper."
"I think I love scones at teatime more... Can you try it first, Sis?"
"If you're not keen, you don't have to drink it, Odette."
Siwoo's futile persuasion was, naturally, ignored.
"No way! Odette! For accurate experimental results, we need cross-verification from at least three people!"
"Ughhh..."
Odile fetched small whiskey glasses from the minibar and divided the potion evenly.
"20mL each. Odette, drink it all, no leftovers."
"Ugh..."
"For the pursuit of love!"
The twins downed their glasses in unison.