Chapter 478
Chapter 478
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 478
Chapter Title: Housewarming (4)
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Sharon returned straight from the classroom to the dorm, preparing tea while stealing glances at her unexpected guest.
This was the first time facing her up close like this.
Even from quite a distance away, a pleasant fragrance wafted over.
Her skin was whiter than snow at first glance.
She looked like a doll meticulously crafted from head to toe.
Fine strands of golden blonde hair with a beautiful texture.
Just sitting there exuded a noble air that evoked mythical fairies.
All witches were beautiful.
Even an unnamed witch from Tarot Town could captivate most men with her looks alone.
Living among witches, each flaunting their beauty in unique ways, naturally sharpened one's eye for appearances to an extraordinary degree.
Even judging coldly with such heightened standards, Amelia was pretty.
She was really damn pretty.
Sharon's furtive glances inadvertently met Amelia's jewel-like eyes, and she quickly averted her gaze.
She had no choice but to admit it.
Not a word had been exchanged yet, but her presence alone crushed Sharon's spirit and made her shrink back.
A rival she'd bumped into without any mental preparation.
She had no idea what kind of person she was or what mindset had brought her here.
All she could vaguely surmise was that showing up so boldly without a hint of hesitation stemmed from immense confidence.
"Please excuse the modest black tea."
"No, it's I who showed up unannounced."
Her voice was pretty too.
Still, Sharon's chest was the clear winner.
With that somewhat pathetic self-consolation steadying her shaken heart, Sharon sat across from her.
"What brings you here?"
Sharon knew full well it was about Siwoo, yet she feigned ignorance.
Amelia, who had been quietly lowering her eyes in adherence to Gehenna's antiquated etiquette of avoiding direct stares, finally lifted her gaze.
"I heard you're Siwoo...-ssi’s lover. Sharon Evergreen."
Straight to the point.
Sharon felt a chill run down her spine.
Battlefields weren't the only wars where magic and blood ran rampant.
The twins had taught her that battles of love, waged over teacups, were wars too.
"Yes."
Sharon replied steadily with a calm voice.
She looked the part of a fierce big sister, at least on the outside.
She had no intention of going down without a fight.
"I'm sorry."
It caught Sharon off guard, who'd been psyching herself up inside with 'Bring it on! I'm ready!' a hundred times over.
Amelia had placed her hands on her knees and bowed her head politely to Sharon.
"Due to my shortcomings, I put Siwoo in danger. Even if you condemn me, I have no excuses."
In truth, Sharon didn't think highly of Amelia.
Not because she was a new rival.
Regardless, she'd tormented Siwoo in the past and recently put him in peril again.
The former had been amicably resolved between the parties involved, so it wasn't for Sharon to meddle.
Yet she couldn't exactly nod with a clear conscience either.
Thus, a lingering resentment remained, with the only mitigating factor being Amelia's grueling trials to restore Siwoo from his comatose state.
"I don't have anything to say about that. I was a bit angry, but Siwoo's safe anyway. Ah, well, not entirely safe."
Her cold tone laced with a hint of sarcasm made Amelia's shoulders flinch.
Sharon flinched too, wondering if she'd gone too far, but quickly steeled herself.
No excuse could change the fact that Siwoo's left hand had been torn off due to Amelia's fault.
That hand, damaged at its spiritual core, couldn't even be regenerated—he'd needed a prosthetic.
And that was only because he was lucky; a bit unluckier, and Siwoo might have died by Amelia's hand or the Duke of Erelim's.
How could she not be angry?
Still, apart from her anger, berating someone wasn't her style.
Sharon squeezed her eyes shut and sipped her black tea.
"I'm sorry."
Amelia's response was the same apology as before.
But this time, it was a feeble, tearful voice full of pathos.
She knew better than to judge by first impressions.
Yet it took a moment to register that this fragile, crumbling voice came from the icy statue-like Amelia.
"About that part... I really have nothing to say..."
"Ah, no, that's not..."
Sharon panicked greatly at the sight of Amelia, clutching her fists like a child who'd committed a grave wrong, fidgeting restlessly.
Could this be some cunning act?
Turning Sharon, who'd reacted naturally, into the villain to seize control of the conversation...
Sharon admitted her own foolishness upon reaching that thought.
This was just grasping for reasons to hate her.
She didn't like Amelia, so she wanted to fabricate excuses to keep her as a comfortable hate target.
As Sharon self-mocked,
Amelia's resolute voice emerged through the cracks of her tears.
"That's why... I don't want to part from him. I'll spend my lifetime repaying it. It's my duty."
"......"
"But it's not out of guilt. I truly love him."
Amelia was declaring.
She regretted it, reflected on her wrongs.
But she wouldn't give up Siwoo because of that.
She loved him too much.
A will that seemed fragile at first glance yet unyieldingly steadfast transmitted to Sharon.
Suddenly, everything felt lighter, as if the situation had cleared up.
Like Sharon, like Eloa, like the twins.
Wasn't Amelia the same?
"So... I absolutely won't give up."
Amelia took a deep breath to compose herself, then stated the crucial fact in a low voice.
This was also a declaration to Sharon.
Of their deep bond, and that she would never yield.
"Evergreen, I've shared his bed with Siwoo."
"Me too."
Sharon had anticipated Amelia sleeping with Siwoo.
Even from afar, they dripped with honeyed sweetness.
It wasn't surprising for Siwoo, nor did it suddenly ignite wild jealousy.
She just couldn't sit idle when it felt like losing, so she added that line out of competitive spirit.
No.
She was jealous, actually.
Sharon corrected herself inwardly and conveyed it honestly to Amelia.
"Ah, sorry. I got a bit heated... But I did it first."
Sharon's belated apology came too late; Amelia's eyes had already widened.
The reason Amelia had come here.
It was to have a proper talk with Sharon, one of his lovers.
Socially and morally, her actions were clearly stealing someone else's lover.
Even if Siwoo maintained a near-polygamous relationship, it was still true.
Of course, she had no intent to monopolize or steal him.
Her ultimate goal was to gain the existing lovers' understanding and all get along harmoniously.
But Sharon's outburst of 'I had sex first!'
It made prickly jealousy surge within Amelia, forgetting her purpose entirely.
Amelia had always been rather childish at heart.
Even knowing it rationally, Sharon's provocative declaration—boasting a allure Amelia lacked—felt like a declaration of war.
"......"
"......"
Their eyes met silently.
A strange tension began to flow.
A sharp wind blowing over a flower warzone familiar to Sharon but novel to Amelia.
Yet there were rules here.
Not ripping into the opponent's wounds excessively, just flaunting one's own beauty.
Going further would devolve into a messy brawl, and Siwoo wouldn't want that.
Anyway, Sharon made the first move while adhering to the rules.
"Those were truly passionate nights... Looking back, we didn't even distinguish day from night."
Sharon's eyes grew misty, as if reminiscing beautiful memories.
"How he embraces me so passionately every time. My body's barely left intact."
Her eyes refocused sharply on Amelia, as if saying your turn.
Amelia, momentarily dazed, seemed to grasp the intent perfectly.
This time, her eyes burned with fighting spirit toward Sharon.
"I was embraced passionately too. Far more than what you did with Sharon."
"I doubt it."
Amelia clenched her fists in protest.
"No, it's not...!"
"What did you do to be so confident, Amelia?"
Before long, they were casually addressing each other by name.
Discussing intimate relations outside the bedroom was unthinkable for the chaste Amelia.
But the woman before her was a rival sharing Siwoo's love.
Amelia refused to lose in such a crucial matter.
"I attended him at night in sexy nightwear."
"Oh my... But I did that too..."
"I even did it with my mouth...! Siwoo loved it!"
"I've done that. I even used my breasts... Ah, that must be quite tough for you, Amelia."
Once the battle truly began, Sharon felt an immense leisure.
She'd originally waged fierce wars with the twins, but Amelia somehow seemed easy to handle.
Like facing a PVP newbie...
With 'sharing the bed' as the topic, Sharon excelled in both experience and knowledge over Amelia.
"With your... breasts?"
Amelia's eyes widened again.
What did using breasts even mean?
As Amelia struggled to interpret, Sharon helpfully cupped her own breasts together demonstratively, feigning modesty.
"Ah, it's a bit advanced for innocent Amelia. Like this, sandwiching it... Oh dear, how did such vulgar words slip out..."
"Such an... act... is even... possible...?"
Amelia's eyes finally drifted to Sharon's midline.
Smaller than Sophia's, but much larger than her own.
That size could probably fully envelop Siwoo's thick member with room to spare.
And that was something impossible for Amelia, even in a lifetime.
No, with her utterly average size, she might manage with effort.
But flexing gold spoon privilege versus middle-class all-in loan flexing were worlds apart.
Amelia fidgeted anxiously and cautiously asked.
"Does Siwoo... really like... that part a lot?"
It was an utterly critical issue for Amelia.
Unable to do something Siwoo liked, no matter how hard she tried.
How could this not be horrifying?
Her expression was so catastrophically devastated that Sharon nearly blurted 'You okay?'
But steeling her resolve, she drove the wedge deeper.
"Of course, he loves it. You know men are weak to maternal instincts, right? Sometimes he acts like a baby, soft and clingy, other times I handle him roughly..."
"......"
"Want to feel them, Amelia?"
Buoyed by momentum, Sharon proudly thrust her chest forward.
It was her ultimate move that had once crushed even the twins' spirits.
"Amelia?"
Amelia grabbed her instinctively reaching hand, a chill gripping her spine.
Touching them would mean total psychological defeat—an ominous premonition crept up.
"N-No, I don't."
"Can't be helped then. I wasn't too rude, was I?"
"...It's fine. I was rude too."
Polite words masking drawn blades; they'd exchanged one clash each.
Both had forgotten their initial purposes.
Winning this fight right now was all that mattered.
Amelia's shadowed face versus Sharon's triumphant one—the current score was 0 to 1.
They'd only just finished round one.