Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Midnight Tutoring (1)
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1.
Odile tossed and turned all night.
As she shifted, she glanced over at Odette's sleeping face. Her twin was out cold, deep in slumber to the point where even a surprise attack wouldn't wake her.
"Phew..."
Just to check, Odile poked her cheek. All that came was the soft sound of breath escaping her lips. Odette didn't even twitch an eyelid—she was off wandering dreamland.
Odile quietly sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
Not long ago, she had been no different from Odette.
Pillow down, asleep in a minute, then dead to the world until morning without a single interruption.
But these past few days, even the things she'd taken for granted had changed.
Fluffiest feather pillow under her head, and still no drowsiness came.
Instead, a swarm of stray thoughts and worries she'd never entertained during the day crept in to sabotage her rest.
"How can you sleep so soundly?"
It had started after the day she'd tested Eros's elixir on herself.
After kidnapping him from the garden, they'd spent a feverish, intense time in the carriage.
Drunk on the potion, she'd clung to him, acted all coy, and eventually crossed a line she shouldn't have.
His thing inside her back entrance, even taking his seed. An absurd, shocking act.
Though she'd been thoroughly intoxicated by the elixir, the memories were vivid.
The pounding of her heart just from pressing close to him.
The joy of becoming one with him, even amid the pain.
And the hot pleasure that bloomed faintly inside her.
If only she'd forgotten it all. But those memories refused to let her go.
"Hmm..."
After their secret rendezvous ended and she'd returned, she'd finally visited the bathroom.
As his semen gushed out from behind, relishing her embarrassment, such thoughts hadn't crossed her mind.
Odile slipped lightly from the bed and padded out like a cat prowling nighttime alleys.
The maids might still be about.
She rarely wandered at such hours, so running into one would be awkward.
And she knew plenty of quiet, forgotten spots in the mansion.
Like the old archive piled high with dusty tomes.
Odile dashed soundlessly down the moonlit corridor, glanced around, then ducked into the old archive.
Gemernai had gifted it to the inquisitive twins as a playground.
It was stuffed with post-research magic books and ancient texts of little scholarly value but full of fun reads if you rummaged.
Odile first rushed to the window, drew the blackout curtains, and lit the lantern with an ornamental flame.
No light would leak out now.
She pulled a particularly worn book from the shelves.
"Perfect."
She picked a sofa, set aside the scattered books and lantern on the floor, then lay back with a determined expression.
This was the book she'd secretly read and hidden away from Odette.
Probably slipped in among the gifts from her mentor.
Titled The Lewd Witch's Delivery Boy.
A bored witch researches love by luring in a milkman and trying all sorts of things.
Twelve chapters, explicit from the first.
Odette would've fainted from dizziness just glancing at it.
Odile glanced around furtively and slid her drawers down to her thighs.
Leaning back on the armrest, one hand propping the book open in the middle.
Nothing done yet, but her heart was already pounding.
Skipped chapter one—she'd read it.
Chapter two: The Forbidden Hole.
The shocking chapter that taught sex-naive Odile men and women could join from behind.
And the main culprit behind her unforgettable first time.
Odile sucked a finger to wet it.
Then slowly began circling her bud.
"Ah... haa..."
With her sharp focus, Odile immersed herself in the book in no time.
Her cute clit peeked out, swelling under the firm fingertip, breaths quickening, ecstasy building.
The girl's shadow writhed and danced in the lantern light.
It felt so good.
Sweeter than the chocolate cake she'd discovered recently—this bodily bliss.
Odile's eyes flew over the erotic text.
[The rigid, hard meat spear violated the witch's impure hole. Thick, overlapping shadows—the noble witch's body defiled by that shady, humid pleasure. Her hair danced to the thrusting hips that pulled and pushed. Blissful sighs poured over the back of her hand clutching the sheets.]
The delivery boy, initially seduced by the witch, soon realized.
Beneath her wise, clever facade, she was an innocent girl clueless about the world.
Awakened, he slowly dyed her in his colors.
This part: the witch, tricked into offering her rear, succumbing to new pleasures.
Odile stroked her slick, honeyed petals.
"Haa..."
A commoner conquering a witch in bed.
Trash worse than kindling.
But Odile couldn't burn it.
Curiosity kept bubbling up.
Just now, the delivery boy gripping the witch's waist, pounding into her rear.
Odile coated her finger thickly in her juices, swallowed hard, and lifted her hips slightly.
Into the impure hole—the one that, despite not seeing a bathroom in over ten reflected years, still felt dirty to her—she eased her finger in bit by bit.
"Ow!"
It hurt.
Intensely painful, utterly unpleasant.
First time, maybe.
Even taking the Assistant's thing, the start had been mostly pain.
Thinking that, Odile worked her finger diligently.
Throat parched.
Heart thumping with shameful awareness.
"Ugh..."
But soon, Odile closed the book and pulled her finger out.
"This is weird..."
Not pleasurable at all.
Just a strange, unpleasant foreign sensation—no overlap with before.
Lack of love?
She'd felt intense love for Siwoo then.
Without it, nothing?
But the book's witch didn't love the boy.
Yet panted like a beast, wailed with whoreish coquetry.
Odile dressed.
Her surging curiosity granted immense boldness these days.
She had to see the Assistant now.
2.
A week since reassigned from city hall slave janitor at the Academy to Amelia's personal slave assistant.
Siwoo's routine had changed drastically.
First, liberation from backbreaking, thankless chores.
No more hallway scrubbing, unclogging sudden drains, or hacking storm-broken branches.
No more "Why the hell am I doing this?" tasks.
Work hours shifted too.
As caretaker, twelve-hour days ended with free time. Assistant duties dragged unpredictably into late hours.
But sharing meals with Amelia boosted food quality. Hotel-level single room for sleep and baths.
That was peak happiness.
Workload hadn't increased.
Intensity dropped; occasional hour of free time. Overall satisfying.
"Hm..."
End-of-day luxury: perched on the windowsill, smoking. Unimaginable as caretaker.
"But what to do about this."
Biggest issue remained.
No time for magic research.
Couldn't even fetch his draft magic circle and mana essence from the stable.
No midday round-trip window. Cutting sleep for nights risky too.
From watching her, Amelia—magic addict terminal stage—barely slept. If she did, bed around 4 a.m.
Getting caught sneaking out or back? Disaster. Biding for better timing.
Tomorrow, probably.
First holiday in a week.
Manual said no assistant duties on days off. No issue.
Time to wash up and sleep?
As he moved to close the window, a voice popped up.
"Evening, Assistant?"
Siwoo dropped his cigarette.
Thought he hallucinated.
1 a.m., Amelia's mansion, second floor.
Yet Odile floated before the window. Reaction justified?
"Pretty shocked? Meant it as a surprise visit. Nailed it!"
A torrent of words surged: complications, worries, burdens, awkwardness, confusion, absurdity.
Siwoo picked his.
"What brings you here, Lady Odile?"
"Ran away."
"You've run away, then. Dawn will worry Lady Gemernai and Odette. Head home. Odette's not here, right? Then, goodnight."
As Siwoo shut the window, Odile's slender hand caught the sill.
"Wait, wait!"
"Quiet...! Amelia's still up!"
"Then I'll be quiet. Let me in first."
Siwoo minimized noise to avoid scandal; Odile pushed to enter regardless.
Her advantage clear.
Siwoo opened the window; Odile landed gracefully like an angel.
Dizzying.
No clue why she'd come, or how precarious this was.
Slave letting apprentice witch into his room at night?
Plus, Odile wore only a cloak over white lingerie.
Lace-trimmed white nightgown and drawers.
What would Amelia think?
"Don't worry, Assistant. Cast 'Song of Silence' on the way. No detecting my noise."
As if reading his fears, Odile consoled post-entry.
Siwoo unwittingly lit another cigarette.
"For you, Lady Odile, please go back. Didn't I say no more rendezvous?"
"I know, I know. Not here for that."
She calmed his near-panic.
"Just had a question. Came to ask."
Of course, considering his situation, she had zero intention of leaving now.