Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Midnight Tutoring (3)
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1.
It was an incredibly tempting offer, but not something he could just sign off on without hearing the details.
Siwoo sat back down on the bed and asked Odile, who was swinging her legs playfully.
"So, what exactly do I need to do?"
"First off, there are three conditions to fulfill for the contract."
"Didn't you just say there were two?"
Odile flashed a sly grin and hummed a little tune before replying.
"Well, I could tell you really liked the music box. Figured I could squeeze in one more request."
Was it that obvious?
Seeing Siwoo stroke his cheek, Odile giggled.
"It's not set in stone yet, so tell me first. I'll decide after hearing the details."
That music box was worth taking on a reasonable risk.
After all, he'd finally escaped—now he wouldn't have to live in constant fear of getting recaptured.
Plus, he could devote all his time to researching the dimensional magic circle. It was awfully appealing.
"Alright, then here's the first one."
Odile held up a finger.
"Come picnicking with us tomorrow."
"Picnicking?"
"It's your day off anyway, right? We were planning to visit the Spirit Mountain, where they grow the magic crops. It'd be boring just the two of us, so I thought I'd bring you along."
This was a proposal Siwoo welcomed wholeheartedly.
"You don't mean the Spirit Mountain I know, do you?"
"Of course! What else could it be?"
The Spirit Mountain, a jointly owned estate of Duke Keter and Countess Gemernai.
It supplied 95% of Gehenna's magic crops—a massive production site.
Siwoo was interested because he'd heard rumors of its stunning, mystical natural beauty.
Takahashi, who'd caught a distant glimpse, said it felt like gazing into a fairy forest.
Even a guy like Takasho, who only cared about women, was captivated. It was easy to imagine how breathtaking it must be.
"Fine by me. I've been dying to see it myself."
"Right? I knew you'd like it."
Odile bounced on the bed with her butt, excited.
She was cute in moments like this.
"Next, the second one: prove my theory right, right here."
This was trickier compared to the first.
Her "proof" probably meant sticking a finger in Odile's asshole.
Until she felt good or said it was enough.
Still, it wasn't dangerously risky.
In different circumstances, Siwoo might've begged on his knees for the chance. For now, he'd accept.
They'd already gone all the way to anal, after all.
A careful finger insertion shouldn't be a problem.
Siwoo nodded, and Odile laid out the final condition.
"And lastly..."
A pure radiance shone from Odile, brighter than moonlight.
She brushed the hair from her cheek and looked at Siwoo.
"Teach me about love."
Blended with the light pouring in from the window, it was like a scene from a romance film.
Especially Odile delivering that line—she looked just like a stunning actress.
"Honestly, I still don't get it. When I drank that potion, I thought maybe that's what love felt like... but it seemed like something else."
"From what I saw, it was closer to an aphrodisiac."
Odile fidgeted with her fingers unnecessarily and continued.
"That's why I want to feel it more normally. I asked Pecha—oh, my maid—and she said... love isn't something you just feel easily."
Odile hopped off the bed and slowly approached Siwoo, who was smoking his third cigarette by the window.
She took hold of one of his fingers tightly.
"She said it comes after holding hands like this, stroking cheeks, dating, kissing, and getting to know each other bit by bit."
"That's the usual way."
Of course, Siwoo didn't know the feeling himself, so he couldn't explain it.
"So that's what I want to try. Going to the Spirit Mountain together is basically a date, too. It's part of the third request."
"What do I have to do? No matter how I think about it, there's no guarantee I can make you feel love."
Love wasn't some attachable part, and the real world wasn't an RPG where affinity points racked up easily.
"Then let me put it this way: whenever I ask, hang out with me from now on. Don't say you won't meet me again."
"With you? Not with Lady Odette?"
Siwoo caught something off in Odile's words.
Her usual catchphrase was "We're one!"—she always mentioned Odette.
Normally, she'd have said, "Hang out with us a lot."
That discrepancy slipped out before he knew it.
And his observation caught Odile off guard, too.
Her eyes widened, and only after a long pause did she realize her slip and correct it.
"Oops, that wasn't like me. Anyway, just hang out with us a lot."
"Can I take a moment to think it over?"
"Sure, I look forward to your wise decision."
In truth, even if Odile outright ordered him, Siwoo would have to comply reluctantly.
If his escape magic materials got exposed, he couldn't predict how Amelia or the other witches would react.
So why was she trying to bind him with an artifact exchange instead?
"Are you done holding that over me?"
"You think we'd enjoy blackmailing you? If we're having fun, you should have at least some fun, too."
Such thoughtful consideration.
Siwoo was a little touched.
As he'd observed, Odile wasn't malicious.
She was selfish, sure, but she respected his feelings in her own way.
"If we shake on it up and down, the contract's sealed."
Odile extended her hand.
"Got it."
Siwoo took her hand and shook it lightly.
A win-win deal—both Siwoo and Odile grinned.
2.
Picnicking at the Spirit Mountain tomorrow and playing with the twins could wait.
But there was one contract clause to handle right now.
Fulfill Odile's quirky curiosity.
The moment they both realized it, the mood turned awkwardly tense.
Odile and Siwoo stood side by side, staring down at the bed for a long while.
"Um... so."
"How should we do it?"
Odile clutched her skirt hem, shrinking back, while Siwoo scratched the back of his head, at a loss for ideas.
"To be precise, I want to know if your finger inside me feels good."
"Yeah, I get that. But now... could you decide on the position or something?"
"We're in a symbiotic relationship now, right? Do I have to decide everything? Don't freeloading—give me some ideas, too."
Ideas, huh.
What a awkward demand.
But they didn't have much time to hesitate.
It was crucial to send Odile packing before Amelia showed up.
"Then, uh, could you pull down your underwear?"
"What? How do you expect me to do that stone-cold sober?"
Showing her ass was embarrassing enough—how could she ask for a finger in her back hole while fully aware?
Siwoo wanted to fire back.
"Doggy style, then?"
Odile nodded.
"I'll grab the bed and stand like this."
She placed both hands on the waist-high bed, sticking her butt out just a little.
Like in ballet practice, she pointless rose and lowered onto her tiptoes.
"Touch me like this? Just slip your hand inside the drawers."
"Got it."
"Oh, and don't just go in dry. I hear the back's different from the front—no natural lube, so it hurts. Check the inner pocket of my robe over there."
Odile had come prepared like a diligent student.
Unscrewing the cap released a fragrant floral scent from the elegant porcelain bottle.
Similar to the usual scent from Odile's body—it must be her bath oil.
"Put some on your finger and do it."
Siwoo swallowed hard and tilted the bottle, soaking one finger thoroughly.
Plenty slippery.
"Then, excuse me."
He tugged the elastic of her drawers aside, revealing Odile's plump butt crack.
In this lewd situation, his dick throbbed painfully erect.
He made enough space to avoid staining clothes or skin, then slipped his hand in.
"Eek!"
From the moment Siwoo pulled her drawers, Odile—who'd been staring ahead like a racehorse—yelped and sucked in her breath.
"Uncomfortable?"
"No, no. Your hand's just cold—startled me. Keep going."
The soft, squishy butt flesh against his whole palm.
Its firm, squeezable bounce was already proven before.
Siwoo slid his hand along the tightly clenched crack.
Her nervous swallow echoed loudly.
"Here it goes."
"W-wait! Not there, Assistant. That's the other hole!"
Oh.
He'd been too caught up savoring the smooth crack.
He realized only after poking past the soft mound of her pussy and sliding half a knuckle into the hole.
Not deep—just about half a joint.
Odile flinched like a chick getting a shot and squeaked.
"How could you put it there! Didn't peg you for a pervert, Assistant."
"S-sorry."
Who was calling who a pervert?
Anyway, a mistake was a mistake—Siwoo quickly withdrew and sought her back hole.
"Hah..."
Odile's ears were flushing redder by the second.
He'd glimpsed her profile when she got mad earlier; now it was ripe-persimmon red.
Why endure this humiliation if she was so embarrassed? What was she trying to prove?
Siwoo couldn't figure her out.
"This the spot?"
"What're you asking... you can see it."
In this awkward setup, he felt the steamy heat from Odile's soft butt inside the drawers, and the wrinkled skin at his fingertip.
Siwoo caressed the folds gently, entranced.
The oil made it slide so smoothly—irresistibly tantalizing.
"This time for real."
Siwoo began easing his oiled finger in bit by bit.
An immense resistance hit immediately.
The flower bud clenched tight, refusing entry.
"Lady Odile, if you tense up like that... I can't get it in."
Siwoo was getting immersed in the moment.
Any proper guy would be aroused, right?
Such a pretty girl comes asking you to make her feel good with a finger in her ass?
"W-wait, it went in before... why not now?"
"Try deep breaths?"
"Deep breaths? Okay. Suuu... haaa... suuu... eek!"
Timing her exhale's release, Siwoo pushed his finger in smoothly.
Odile let out a cute moan and stiffened rigidly.
"Y-you surprised me...!"
"It went in nice and easy, thanks to that."
About one knuckle settled in stably.
Inside her hot, moist depths—far warmer than her skin—the walls twitched sporadically against his skin.
Honestly, it was hard to hold back.
A dangerous urge surged to pin the seductive Odile to the bed and thrust into her like last time.
Control yourself.
Don't forget the goal.
"I'll start moving now."
"Okay... slowly, real slow?"
As Siwoo began wiggling his finger, Odile—who hadn't even turned around, up on tiptoes—started clawing at the bedsheet.