Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: No Way I'm the Only One Suffering (1)
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1.
Odile's face was flushed so red it looked ready to burst.
The sight of the twins blushing wasn't anything new, but the shade this time was on another level.
Right now, Odile looked less like a fair-skinned girl and more like she deserved to be called a red-skinned one.
After struggling for a while, gripping Siwoo's shoulder just to sit up, Odile—her face like a well-boiled octopus—made her plea.
Her voice was tiny, practically crawling into his ears.
"Um... A-As-Assistant... I can't get up... Help me."
"Pardon?"
"My legs have no strength... I can't stand... so help me!"
Siwoo, still slumped over from the afterglow of his release, finally snapped back to reality.
"Ah, right."
As Siwoo shifted, the thing still buried inside her naturally rubbed against her.
Oh, fuck.
This feels good too.
Odile, freed from her trance by the bizarre sensation, freaked out.
"Eek...! Stop moving your dick! It feels weird!"
"S-Sorry! It's not like I'm doing it on purpose."
Even after that mind-melting orgasm that turned his head white, Siwoo's cock was still rock-hard.
And every time Odile's ass clenched around it, it twitched as if asking, You want more?
Anyway, this was entirely because her ass felt that good.
"Hurry...! Untie the bindings!"
With the bindings released, Siwoo grabbed her plump, moon-like ass cheeks.
The soft, pillowy flesh against his palms clung perfectly—softness so unreal it was hard to believe it was human skin.
Honestly, he wanted to knead them forever, but he resisted the temptation and slowly pulled her up.
"Haaaaahhh..."
Odile bit down hard on her skirt hem, trying to swallow her moans, but it wasn't much use.
After all, anal pleasure hits harder on the way out than going in.
In the end, her body shivered as she let out a weird noise.
"S-Slowly... just a bit slower..."
"I am going slowly."
"Even slower!"
Suddenly, it felt like a steamy R-rated skit.
Feeling the stubborn grip of her intestinal walls clinging to the very end, Siwoo finally pulled out.
-Pop!
With a light, jaunty sound, his cock slipped free from Odile, throbbing vigorously like it was reluctant to leave.
The hole that had spread wide to take him in now closed up smoothly, returning to its pretty, pristine shape as if nothing had happened.
Not a single drop of cum leaking out was proof of just how tight her ass was.
Odile, who had been straddling Siwoo in that awkward position, finally exhaled a long, relieved breath.
"Lady Odile..."
"I know! Don't say a word!"
Ignoring Siwoo's presence outright, Odile scrambled to grab her fallen drawers and slip them back on.
Her teary eyes from the humiliation would've made anyone who didn't know better think Siwoo had forcibly taken her virginity.
The reality was the exact opposite.
"I won't say anything. I won't blame you either. Happy? Now get out."
"I was already planning to. What about Lady Odette? Should I not check on her?"
"I'll handle her myself!"
Thankfully, things didn't escalate to a magic blast from a humiliated, sane Odile.
If it had been the more immature Odette left behind, who knows how it might've gone?
Siwoo finally escaped that terrifying space.
Closing the carriage door and breathing in fresh air, his legs nearly gave out.
"Ah... that sucked the life out of me."
It felt like he'd dreamed the whole thing.
Twenty-three years buried in books. Five years as a slave, just struggling to survive.
Siwoo had zero contact with women—not even a speck.
And out of nowhere, he'd lost his virginity. To a stunningly beautiful apprentice witch. In her ass, no less.
But does this even count as losing my virginity?
First time being anal sex was... questionable.
But damn, it felt good.
Odile's face, still gooey with pink haze, floated in Siwoo's vision. And inside his pants, the hot, tight grip of her ass lingered vividly.
He'd planned to head straight out of the garden, but he changed course for the dorms.
His erection wouldn't go down.
If he didn't take a cold shower and clear his head, he was in trouble.
2.
"........."
"........."
The twins returned to the mansion in Ars Magna Town by carriage.
After being tended to by the maids who greeted them at the entrance, they made it back to their room—still wearing dazed expressions.
"This is your fault, sis."
"No, yours."
After staring blankly at the same spot on the bed for a good while, they spoke up at the exact same time.
The silence shattered like a lit fuse.
The twins glared at each other with sparks flying.
"If you hadn't insisted on figuring out what love is, none of this would've happened!"
"You agreed just as eagerly! If you hadn't doubled the pink moss to 'enhance the potion's effect,' this wouldn't have happened! I tried to stop you, but you went, 'Tch, scaredy-cat Odette. Pink moss is just a catalyst—no need to measure it precisely!'"
"Urk!"
This round went subtly to Odette.
Just as she said, it was Odile who'd dumped in all the pink moss from Mount Gemernai to amp up the potion.
"What do we do now? I don't know! I went and did something so shameless with the Assistant!"
Shameless deed.
The memory surfaced naturally amid their bickering.
Both their faces went puff! bright red at once.
Eros's potion was vicious.
If only it'd wiped their memories clean.
Instead, like the Velvet Pavilion whores, their minds replayed every vivid detail of clinging to Siwoo without a single flaw.
"What now... How am I supposed to face the Assistant in next class? I must've lost my mind... He saw my naked body... naked... naked body! And I even told him how I touched myself thinking of him... Kyaaaaa!"
Odette tore at her hair, screaming, but Odile hung her head even lower, more gravely.
"And I even babbled about wanting his babyyy! Sis, just kill me...!"
Her little sister's attempt had ended in failure, leaving just embarrassing history spilled open. But Odile had actually taken him inside her and received his seed.
In her ass, of all places—something a proper lady should never touch!
And the partner was a slave, even if he was the Assistant!
"Odette..."
"Don't talk to me! From now on, I'm the big sis! Stupid Odile! Call me Big Sis Odette! You poop-for-brains idiot!"
"I'm serious."
Odette quit her pouty tantrum at Odile's grave tone.
But her lingering irritation sharpened her words.
"About what? I'm seriously freaking out too! It's weird I'm not writing a suicide note right now!"
"I became one with the Assistant."
She'd felt his rough pulse throbbing inside her.
Taken his hot fluids deep within.
Odette covered her gaping mouth, recalling the scene that'd made her faint.
It was so shocking, her mind had sealed it away deep.
"...Right, yeah... that happened."
"It really felt like we'd become one. Was that love...?"
"Doesn't your butt hurt from that? You okay...?"
"It's fine now."
"It hurt before? What'd it feel like? And where the heck did you learn to do something so lewd? It wasn't in any books."
"If I tell you, you'll share too, right?"
"Yeah."
"We're researching love, so I'll make an exception."
"Got it—no teasing each other about this! Promise?"
Odette hooked her pinky. Odile linked hers.
"Promise."
"Me too."
Odile delved into the hot, tangled memories like molten currents.
"I don't know, I can't remember clearly. But it felt amazing. Hot, like his heartbeat was pulsing through my whole body..."
Odile's thighs pressed tightly together.
Just recalling it made her lower belly itch.
Odette nodded vigorously.
Like kids secretly watching porn together, the twins swapped stories.
"Me too... When I touched the Assistant there, it burned like a burn. And I just wanted him to keep going until he came inside."
The sensation itself had been good.
For the twins, who hadn't even known sexual pleasure existed, it was a massive shock.
"I wanted to stay in his arms forever. Wanted his baby. Why'd I feel that way?"
"You said it was 'cause you didn't want me stealing him."
"You always take whatever I like. I didn't want to lose him."
Odette grumbled.
At least spilling it all made the shame a bit less suffocating.
They'd brewed Eros's potion to learn about love in the first place—even if things went sideways.
"I get that part too. The second I thought the Assistant wouldn't play with us anymore, it felt like someone else would take him. I couldn't just let him go."
"S-So, what'd it feel like when he went in your butt? Like going to the bathroom? I haven't gone in so long, I barely remember."
"Hmm... totally different. Hurt way more—'cause he's so huge. But then my body started floating, all tingly."
"M-Me too, actually, once."
After more back-and-forth, the twins suddenly fell silent.
They'd sensed an eerie familiarity in each other's words.
"Sis."
"Yeah?"
"Our reactions are way too similar, right?"
"I was just thinking that."
They shared half a stigma each.
Identical mana patterns too.
Even if their thought processes differed slightly, the potion likely affected them the same way.
"Let's test it one more time. How much potion's left?"
"Are you nuts? You want to do that embarrassing stuff again?"
"No way in hell!"
Odette crossed her arms in a big X, denying it.
Odile pulled out the remaining vial and shook it.
"About three doses left."
"Sis, this is a fun idea and all... but what if we slip it to Professor Amelia instead?"
"What?!!!"
Odile's shocked yell echoed through the room. Odette shushed her frantically to calm her down.
"We have three doses left—too wasteful to toss. Plus, she comes to class with the Assistant a lot, so hitting the 'within 10 seconds' condition would be easy."
"No way! This is leagues beyond swapping stuff to prank her."
"What's the difference? Admit it—you're curious too."
Her rational side screamed no, but Odile's mind was already picturing Amelia.
Cold, icy, always arms crossed like a statue, dumping avalanche-level homework on them—Associate Professor Amelia.
What if she fell in love?
Would she cling to him like they had?
The effects seemed to vary by person.
Forbidden curiosity bloomed wildly.
"Won't her Self-Defense block it, or she'll notice?"
"No worries, sis. It's a 'potion'."
By classification, the twins' Eros potion was a buff potion.
Doping positive love emotions and stripping away hesitation—like an awakener.
No way it'd trigger Self-Defense like poison.
If Self-Defense let it slide, it wasn't that bad, right? Rationalizing like that, Odile started sketching a plan in her head.
"Odette, what if we get caught?"
"We get scolded. Same as always."
What if that stern Amelia got truly mad?
Just imagining it made Odile shudder.
But her curiosity surged even stronger.