Chapter 475
Chapter 475
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 475
Chapter Title: Housewarming
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I was just perplexed.
We had been learning about the reactions that occur during internal ejaculation with the Yesod Count.
I planned to help her research a way for the Yesod Count to pass on her stigma to Diana without dying, and I had even discovered that this was the phenomenon of another Shin Si-woo, dormant within my inner self, awakening with a craving for magic.
In the case of Ea Sadal Melik, she was openly hostile toward me, so I outright stole her stigma. For the other witches, I merely assisted with replication modeled after the original plate and mana charging, then built new structures in Ain as I reinterpreted them.
But today, the phenomenon that had always occurred naturally, regardless of my will, was completely silent.
-Squelch... Pop!
“Hngh...!”
Amelia's pussy was already tight, but after consecutive orgasms, her insides had clenched even tighter.
Siwoo pulled his member out from within.
A powerful squeeze milked him from root to tip, as if telling him to leave the semen remaining in his urethra behind as well.
As his member fully slipped out, Amelia let out a sigh of emptiness.
And through the slightly more parted slit than before, semen transformed into a liquid state poured out, dripping onto Amelia's soles.
Seeing that, it wasn't as if there had been no internal ejaculation.
Even if the frothy love juices took on a whitish hue, they wouldn't flow out in such volume like water, and this fishy smell was unmistakably semen.
Why wasn't that phenomenon occurring now, the one that had unfailingly manifested even during the recent Harvest Festival when I mingled bodies with my mentor and Sharon?
The only difference between then and now was that I'd lost an arm saving Amelia and replaced it with the Cohav Count's prosthetic.
“...Siwoo?”
By then, Amelia had composed herself and turned to look at Siwoo with puzzled eyes.
This definitely needed a proper check.
The sensory linkage on the Cohav Count's prosthetic wasn't working right, which was odd, or perhaps I'd been pushing my body too hard lately.
But Amelia was experiencing this for the first time today.
I didn't want to pass on any needless anxiety.
Especially if the most likely cause of this issue was the incident where Amelia had hurt me.
“Did I... make a mistake...?”
We had just shared such passionate love moments ago...
As soon as Siwoo fell silent, Amelia propped herself up and gazed at him with worried eyes.
“No, just a moment... I was dazed because it felt too good.”
“Really...?”
“Yes.”
Amelia had been suspicious, but she readily empathized with his excuse of being dazed from pleasure and soon relaxed her expression.
She beamed a shy smile and nestled into Siwoo's arms.
“...I'm happy... that you like it, Siwoo.”
In truth, it wasn't entirely a lie.
Sex with Amelia felt like my vitality was being sucked right out.
It was like thinking she was a fairy, only to find out she was a succubus.
The sticky skin rubbing together felt intimately affectionate, not unpleasant at all.
Amelia and Siwoo embraced for a long while, whispering embarrassingly sweet words of love to each other.
2.
They cleaned the bed and headed to the second-floor bathroom to wash up together, at least somewhat properly.
The pain from deflowering wasn't severe, but the muscle fatigue from excessive orgasms seemed too much even for her ethereal body.
After all, the muscles that had convulsed during her climaxes were ones she rarely used.
While showering together, Amelia got a cramp in her leg, so Siwoo piggybacked her back to bed.
After that came a time of cuddling in bed under the morning sunlight, melting away any lingering unease with cozy intimacy.
As the heavily secreted dopamine settled into a languid bliss, the two lay head to head, chatting about this and that.
“Lady Amelia, is your chest okay?”
“My chest?”
“I got too caught up in the moment... I think I pinched it a bit hard.”
“Eek...”
As Siwoo said, Amelia's perky breasts showed faint signs of bruising.
Glancing down at her own chest, Amelia yanked the blanket up to cover her naked body.
It wasn't so much lingering soreness as sheer embarrassment.
“...Siwoo, you're a pervert.”
With the blanket pulled up to her nose, Amelia murmured shyly.
People naturally get swept up in the mood, excite themselves, and do all sorts of over-the-top things.
Their first night together.
She had assured herself that coquettishly fawning over him wouldn't faze her...
But reality was different.
It wasn't a change in her mindset of wanting to serve him; the problem was the intensity of the coquetry she spouted in her arousal.
Begging him to torment her freely, declaring she'd be his sex slave, confessing that having her nipples pinched felt good, and even uttering the creative vulgarity "pussy juice" for the first time in her life...
Just recalling those memories made her face burn like it had been scorched by fire.
“Are you mad?”
“No.”
That's why she put on this deliberately sulky expression, acting petulant for him to see.
Yet at the same time, it was a new experience for Amelia.
She was astonished at herself for showing such childish behavior in front of Siwoo.
For someone who had always worn a stoic mask, expressing only the bare minimum of emotions, these were actions that evoked long-forgotten memories.
Amelia pondered the reason deeply.
And soon found the answer.
She could act this way because she felt their unbreakable bond.
The sense of unity that would steadfastly protect this relationship through any hardship.
The faith and trust that Siwoo would indulge even her petty whims.
It enveloped her shoulders more warmly than the blanket.
“You seem upset though.”
Did Siwoo feel this chest-bursting emotion, this urge to hum a joyful tune?
She already knew the answer.
But still, she wanted to confirm it again and again.
Just like back in her apprentice witch days, when she had a rare treasure tucked away in her personal chest and kept peeking inside to admire it.
She pressed down on her lips to keep the corners from curling up on their own.
It probably failed...
Fortunate that the blanket hid her face well, Amelia threw a tantrum.
“Yes, I'm really mad. Apologize.”
Silly banter and play-acting.
A cozy flow of idly melting time without any particular goal.
Even such trivialities brought overwhelming joy, making her eyes crinkle with honest laughter.
“How should I apologize?”
But when Siwoo's expression turned worried and serious, Amelia was the one startled.
Was her acting too perfect?
She soon spotted the irrepressible smile tugging at his lips.
“......”
She was being teased.
Realizing that, Amelia calmed her startled heart and turned away abruptly.
“...You're mean, Siwoo.”
“Sorry.”
Both naked under a single blanket anyway.
Siwoo scooted up behind the turned Amelia and hugged her from the back.
Skin meeting skin.
“Lady Amelia was so cute, I couldn't help it. And you were very skilled at attending me last night too.”
“......”
Those words pleased her a little.
Honestly, she hadn't been confident about doing well.
Seeing how much Siwoo enjoyed it melted away the last knots in her heart.
Should she be a bit more honest?
After a brief hesitation, Amelia spoke without turning.
“...I'll do it from now on too.”
“Do what?”
Siwoo, smirking slyly, was utterly shocked by Amelia's follow-up.
“Be your... seedbed...”
Far from expecting something tame like "night service,"
She uttered "seedbed" in a sensually erotic voice, without holding back.
A term typically used for farms producing seeds, but Amelia's metaphor felt perfectly apt.
“......”
“......”
From those words, the playful pair fell suddenly silent, as if by agreement.
Siwoo anew felt the texture of their touching skin.
Truly smooth.
Amelia's skin, slightly cool from the shower, had regained a pleasant warmth inside the blanket.
Hugging her tightly from behind, he vividly sensed her buttocks, stirring desire anew.
Amelia too must have felt Siwoo's growing member, falling quiet as if forgetting her earlier pouting.
“Ah...”
As a thick hand gripped Amelia's breast again and she let out a low sigh,
Amelia turned to face him and stopped his hand.
“Ah, sorry. I got carried away again...”
Thinking back, Amelia had been exhausted to the point of barely handling her body just moments ago.
Going for two rounds straight might be too much.
As he apologized for that, Amelia shook her head.
“No, it's not that I dislike it... It's just that too much time has passed.”
Nearly three hours had flown by while they mingled bodies.
Today was the last day of the year.
Amelia had something in mind.
“After finishing today's work, let's stop by the Jemernai mansion.”
“The Jemernai mansion?”
“It's a meaningful day. The others will want to be with you too.”
In truth, Amelia had never placed much weight on the end of the year or the Harvest Festival.
She usually spent such days immersed in magic research as always.
But contrary to the possessive urge wriggling in her heart, she believed it wasn't right to monopolize him on this special day.
That's why she wanted to go to the Jemernai mansion, where his other lovers were, so he could spend time with them too.
And truthfully, Amelia wanted to meet them herself.
“Lady Amelia.”
“I'll get ready.”
Before words could drag on, Amelia rose and dressed.
After wrapping up the perfume extraction in the workshop, the two held hands affectionately and headed to the Jemernai mansion.