Chapter 467
Chapter 467
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 467
Chapter Title: Clasped Hands (3)
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1.
Sophia's first choice.
A black negligee in the form of a sleeveless dress that fell to mid-thigh.
The flowing fabric covered her up to the chest, but it split like curtains from the ribbon near the solar plexus, exposing her navel and leaving her privates completely uncovered.
The lace fluttering along the edges and the ribbon tying it behind the neck were the charming highlights.
According to Sophia's evaluation...
Elegance: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Sophistication: ★ ★
Sensuality: ★ ★ ★
One-line review: A traditional negligee design that's nothing special, but that's exactly why it suits Amelia's noble grace.
"Wear it without a bra but with your panties on."
Standing in front of the mirror in her underwear with Sophia, Amelia was utterly shocked.
She held the garment up to her body, but she couldn't imagine what she'd look like wearing it.
"T-take off my... bra? It'll... show right through..."
"Yeah, it's fine. Worst case, you can take off your panties too."
Even with the mirror right there, Amelia whipped around to face Sophia.
"How can you say something like that?"
"Taking off your panties too would make it even sexier. I'm not saying strip in front of me or anything..."
"T-that... such a lewd outfit..."
Sex meant stripping bare and exposing everything anyway.
Amelia knew that much.
But the psychological chasm between knowing it intellectually and actually putting on something so risqué was an immense gulf for a virgin like her.
"It matches the underwear you're wearing perfectly, too. Both black and all."
"F-fine, whatever."
Amelia hung the negligee back up as if she'd seen something she shouldn't have.
There were plenty of other options anyway.
Browsing a few more didn't seem like a bad idea.
"Isn't there anything more normal?"
"That was the most normal one..."
Sophia's second pick was a white corset lingerie with no fabric over the chest.
It boasted a pure white like bridal undergarments, but there wasn't a scrap of cloth over her breasts.
Sophia's evaluation.
Elegance: ★ ★
Sophistication: ★ ★ ★ ★
Sensuality: ★ ★ ★ ★
One-line review: A garment where the seductress's sensuality and the bride's purity coexist, emphasizing the breasts.
Since it lifted and accentuated the chest from below, it would even help Amelia's modestly endowed mid-size bust.
And if she wore the matching veil, it could evoke the dizzying thrill of a newlywed couple sneaking a moment in the church just before the wedding.
"......"
But Amelia said nothing, maintaining her silence.
Regret that she'd asked for help in the first place seeped from her stare at Sophia.
"What's wrong? Don't like it? How about this one then?"
Sophia showed her one after another.
Since they were all designed to seduce men, every single one was incredibly provocative and revealing.
Even the pajamas that Amelia thought seemed halfway decent turned out to expose just the chest, so she meekly put them back.
"I'll just go with the first one."
After seeing outfits that couldn't even qualify as "clothing" no matter how generous she was, Amelia obediently pulled out the black negligee again.
Maybe she'd grown numb from the parade of outright obscene attire Sophia had shown afterward, but this one suddenly seemed wearable enough.
"Really? You should try it on at least..."
Sophia looked disappointed that she wouldn't get to see Amelia's risqué fashion show after all.
But she gave up quickly.
It was too important a night for Amelia to push her.
And it wasn't just for tonight, either.
"Got it. It'll wrinkle if you wear it now, so I'll wrap it up for you."
"...Okay."
Amelia looked utterly drained, like she might collapse any second, but then she suddenly perked up as if remembering something.
"...So, how exactly do I do it?"
Amelia remembered why she'd come to Sophia in the first place.
It wasn't just to borrow sensual sleepwear.
Simply putting on some clothes wouldn't magically resolve everything she didn't know.
She conceptually understood that sex involved inserting an erect penis into a vagina, thrusting back and forth until ejaculation.
The problem was envisioning the whole process leading up to insertion.
Amelia had no confidence she could naturally lead things there.
Sophia answered as if it were the simplest thing.
"Put on the outfit, go show it to Si-woo, and ask what he thinks. If there's still no reaction, beg him for a kiss."
Amelia, listening intently, gave Sophia a look that said that's it? when she didn't continue.
As far as Sophia figured, that would be plenty unless Si-woo was a eunuch.
There was something more important anyway.
"Yeah, that'll do it. Just one thing to watch out for."
"Watch out for?"
"Even during sex, he might ask you to do something you don't like."
"Something I don't like?"
"Anything that makes you feel repulsed or overly ashamed."
Sophia thought highly of Si-woo.
He lacked finesse and manly boldness, but in all her long years, she'd never seen a slave as diligent and faithful.
He'd even confronted the Water Jar Witch to save an apprentice witch he barely knew, and risked his life for Amelia.
So this was advice just in case.
Innocent Amelia, pure as untouched snow, might not distinguish normal requests from abnormal ones and go along with anything swept up in the mood.
"If that happens, definitely say, 'I'd really rather not do that.' Make your feelings clear. Got it?"
"Got it."
Sophia couldn't explain it all in detail, so she lumped it together.
She grabbed Amelia's wrist—who still looked confused—and sat her in front of the vanity.
Amelia never wore makeup usually.
Her astral body was already so "perfect" that it didn't need any.
But if love was a battlefield, makeup was a woman's armor.
Tonight, she needed to polish her beauty to its absolute peak.
Nothing overdone—just a subtle touch-up.
As Sophia fitted a headband and dabbed on blush, Amelia started asking questions, brimming with curiosity.
"Sophia."
"Yeah."
"Will this really work?"
"Yeah, it'll be more than enough."
"Sophia."
"Yeah."
"It'll be on the bed, right?"
"Usually, yeah."
"And if not?"
"Anywhere eyes don't reach."
"Sophia."
"Yeah."
"Does it... hurt a lot?"
"It hurts less the more you love each other."
"There's... a mechanism for that?"
"Of course."
Conversations like that.
Finally, applying pale lip gloss, Sophia admired her handiwork.
"Wow..."
Amelia cast her eyes down, looking bashful and awkward with the makeup.
No witch Sophia had ever met was more beautiful than her tonight.
2.
"She's later than I thought..."
Cleaning was done.
The shop was new enough that there wasn't much to clean anyway.
The densely packed natural oil bottles were a bit cluttered, but Si-woo had no knowledge to sort them properly.
He'd merely dusted the shelves lightly and poked around for anything else to do when...
-ding-a-ling
A cheerful doorbell rang from downstairs.
Amelia was back.
The narrow stairs fit only one person at a time, matching the slim building.
As he descended to greet her, he ran into her on the landing.
"You're back?"
"......"
Si-woo greeted her casually, but he was a little startled.
Amelia wore the expression of a puppy caught sneaking treats.
Something was different about her face.
The dim stairwell lacked even a candelabrum, so it was hard to see, but...
Sensual? Was that the word?
Her usually demure eyes seemed longer today, her thick lashes curved more elegantly than usual.
Her cheeks looked rosier than normal, her lips glossier, evoking purity and grace.
A subtle difference, like it was made-up but not—like a hint of acidity elevating a fine dish.
It was makeup that maximized Amelia's beauty.
Si-woo froze at the unexpected sight.
"Weren't you... working?"
"Si-woo."
Ignoring him, Amelia spoke.
Head bowed to her toes, she brushed past his shoulder.
"Come to my room in ten minutes?"
"Huh?"
"I'll... wait."
With that, Amelia hurried past the stunned Si-woo up to the fourth floor.
He had no idea what was going on.
"What the...?"
He'd wanted a smoke anyway, so he stepped outside.
The streetlamp was still lit, dawn not fully broken.
He lit up under it.
His mind raced with wild thoughts.
Amelia, all dolled up.
Specifically telling him to come to her room in ten minutes.
By itself, that might just be overthinking or wishful delusion.
But the subtle atmosphere all day while working, Amelia somehow changed.
And her embarrassed retreat upstairs...
Something was up.
A hunch even old Si-woo might've missed.
"Nah, no way..."
Their relationship had evolved a lot, but based on six years observing Amelia's temperament, he'd never think she'd initiate.
If something was going to happen, it would've during their trip together.
Shaking off the needless hope, Si-woo smoked three more to kill time.
About fifteen minutes passed—generous estimate.
His head said no, but his heart pounded wildly anyway.
He climbed to the fourth-floor door.
"Hoo..."
Don't overthink it—act normal. He knocked.
"Can I come in?"
"...Yes."
A brief rustle, then her soft reply.
He entered the narrow but cozy lodgings.
The dim streetlamp outside cast a twilight glow through the window by the bed.
Opening the door revealed the bed straight ahead, like a small cradle lit by that light.
And there was Amelia, wearing something like the adult negligee he'd seen at Sophia's villa before.
The provocative outfit that had burned him just looking at it then.
"Could you... close the door?"
Amelia, kneeling demurely as she waited for him, asked quietly.
