Chapter 480
Chapter 480
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 480
Chapter Title: Housewarming (6)
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1.
Amelia trudged down the corridor with a gloomy expression.
After her defeat in the duel with Sharon, Amelia surprisingly felt a surge of fighting spirit.
When Siwoo uttered the words "big breasts are the best" (or at least that's how it sounded to Amelia), her fighting spirit had already turned into reckless bravado, pushing her to do something bold she would never normally attempt.
She dragged him into a secluded corridor out of sight and knelt before him.
And she tried to perform that act Sharon had mentioned.
The act of rubbing a man's most prized possession with what symbolized a woman's importance.
Siwoo, caught off guard by Amelia's sudden move, gave a troubled smile but went along with it.
Performing such "service" out in the open where anyone might come by was far more thrilling and taboo than she could have imagined.
Siwoo seemed to love it too.
His member twitched enthusiastically, after all.
But in reality, Amelia's breasts couldn't fully envelop Siwoo's manhood.
No matter how hard she pressed her breasts together and rubbed, it just wouldn't work as intended.
Of course, Amelia's breasts weren't flat by any means.
They were perfectly average for a witch—pert enough to fit snugly in one hand, boasting an impeccable teardrop shape.
However, for ideal paizuri, one needed at least breasts like Eloa's, and even more so if the man was to receive it standing up.
Despite her tearful struggle, his member kept slipping out of her cleavage to smack her chin instead.
Completely losing her will to fight there, Amelia retreated with tears welling up, unable to even properly make him finish.
She hadn't even said a proper goodbye to Siwoo.
A crushing defeat in the debate with Sharon.
Her rare bold effort, braving danger and embarrassment, ended in frustration.
The guilt of being unable to satisfy Siwoo's desires.
This triple blow dealt a massive hit to Amelia's mentality.
But a blow to the heart didn't mean she could put off what needed doing.
She still hadn't met Siwoo's other lovers, the twins.
The maid she'd asked on the way had said they were in class with Sharon, but Amelia's subtle sense of direction had led her astray, making her late.
"Still..."
Amelia clearly remembered.
Back in the days when she was distant from Siwoo—when she'd vaguely thought he'd hate all witches.
Even then, the twins had kept close to him, and spying on him with the naked twins in the carriage had half-convinced her of their relationship.
But for it to develop into lovers? Honestly, even hearing it from Siwoo's own mouth, she could hardly believe it.
It was only natural to keep men away from apprentice witches.
No matter that Siwoo had saved the twins' lives twice, allowing physical relations was another thing entirely.
And the Jemernai Countess knew about it, no less.
She couldn't fathom what they were thinking.
"..."
In any case, she could confirm the details in conversation. She had favors to ask and apologies to make, just like with Sharon.
The twins, once her students, were now rivals in love.
Lost in bittersweet sentiment, Amelia soon spotted the twins.
As always inseparable, they walked the corridor with baskets of dolls floating via magic, chatting with their maids.
2.
The reason the twins were carrying baskets full of dolls wasn't to play with them themselves.
Those days of putting on doll plays were long past.
The Jemernai Countess still treated them like kids, but they were full-fledged young women who could enjoy adult mischief.
So why were the twins hauling hundreds of dolls?
A bit of explanation was needed.
Every New Year's, the Jemernai Countess household held modest charity events for the citizens.
They distributed baskets brimming with fine foods, visited homes with the sick to help with hygiene or provide treatment.
Children got toys and flowers, and they even set up street theaters for little performances.
Gehenna's citizens were all devoted servants to the witches.
Philanthropy and charity toward them perfectly embodied noblesse oblige.
In any event, Odil and Odet, sorting dolls to distribute to children tomorrow, filled the quiet corridor with lively chatter alongside their maids as they strode proudly.
"Pecha, there sure are a lot of dolls this year."
"Last year, Lady Odil's adorable fiancé was ill, so we skipped the charity. We're doubling up for the New Year."
"Hmm~ That's a fine sentiment. Pecha, you've gotten quite skilled at flattery."
"Flattery? It's obvious—set in stone, beyond doubt, unspoken truth—that Lady Odil will be Mr. Shin Siwoo's principal wife."
"Hmm~ Rena, you think so too?"
"Of course!"
Odil smirked in satisfaction, while Rena and Pecha giggled at her profile.
Chatting with Odil during grueling duties was the joy of her exclusive maids, Pecha and Rena.
Marsha and Vera, attending Odet, felt the same.
"Marsha, Vera. I've got gifts for you this year too. Look forward to it."
"Oh my! I'm thrilled!"
"Again? What are they?"
"Huh? That's a secret..."
"Sweet and kind Lady Odet, we'll see eventually—can't you tell us early?"
"Well... Marsha gets a pretty brooch, and Vera a silver tea set."
"N-No way... From that Felix Craft Workshop?"
"Yes."
"Kyaaa! Lady Odet! I saved up for that and gave up!"
"You stared at it so hard during our walk..."
"I love you, Lady Odet!"
"Vera, Vera's the happiest maid in the world. Serving Lady Odet makes me so happy! I'll make delicious tea for my family!"
"I-I'm suffocating..."
Odet's face turned blue from the maids hugging and clinging to her sides.
The excited maids, fluttering like canaries, suddenly fell silent.
They'd run into a golden-haired witch who clearly looked like high nobility.
The maids bowed hastily, while Odil and Odet were even more startled.
It was an unexpected encounter.
They'd even formed a "countermeasure committee" (just the two of them) to prepare, yet here came the associate professor...
Odil and Odet clasped hands tightly.
No matter how scary, their sisterly bond gave them courage.
"Long time no see."
"Hello, Associate Professor Amelia."
"It's been a while, Associate Professor Amelia."
The wild tomboy twins were well-versed in noble etiquette.
They flashed picture-perfect smiles and greetings.
"Could we talk for a bit?"
"Yes. Pecha, Rena, Marsha, Vera."
"Please take the dolls the rest of the way. We'll be there soon."
"Yes, Lady Odil, Lady Odet."
The maids bowed politely and hauled the baskets away with grunts, as the three headed to a nearby parlor.
3.
A parlor steeped in antique charm.
Among the mansion's countless rooms, it was in a remote corner, rarely used for guests over the years.
Yet constant mansion-wide spells for dust-proofing, humidity control, and preservation kept it spotless.
In the dim room shaded by curtains, only the candle flames flickered futilely amid the tension, as the twins twisted their fingers nervously.
Truth be told, the twins found Amelia quite intimidating.
They'd studied elemental magic under her for three years, but had no real closeness.
She'd assign the exact curriculum and homework, then vanish.
Moreover, they'd once slipped her an aphrodisiac of unknown effect—Eros' elixir—and it had somehow altered her relationship with Siwoo, leaving a debt on their conscience.
"Awkward to deal with" was the mildest way to put it.
But past was past.
Present was present.
Right now, Amelia was a fierce rival trying to steal their assistant.
No matter how tiger-like Associate Professor Amelia was, the twins wouldn't yield easily.
She'd already snatched their cute mini-assistant version from them before.
That settled the debt.
Their suspicions veering to such extremes stemmed from having watched Amelia's old self up close.
She was cold, ruthless, an iron-blooded professor.
They didn't know her as a person, but seeing her permit polygamy like ditzy big sis Sharon or benevolent Duchess Tiphereth? Unlikely.
Odil and Odet exchanged glances, nodded, and steeled their resolve.
"Have you been well?"
"We heard you went to the mortal world."
"Yes. And you two?"
Formal greetings exchanged.
By now, the twins' voices had turned chirpy as larks.
A subtle signal not to show fear, and a ritual to bolster their spirits through tone.
"Yes, we've been great. With the assistant."
"Right, super great. Doing all sorts of things together."
Cautiously hinting at their bond with the assistant, they immediately caught Amelia's brows furrowing slightly.
The fine hairs on their skin prickled, but they held firm.
Showing weakness here meant endless retreat.
"I know. You're both Siwoo's lovers, right?"
Amelia, looking conflicted as if with much to say, finally spoke.
At her expression and words, the twins were convinced.
Amelia had sought them out to declare exclusive claim on the assistant.
So they responded fiercely, with a squeal of defiance.
"Yes! We're so inseparable, we'd die without each other! Without us, the assistant would pine away and die of lovesickness!"
"Exactly! We whisper sweet words of love every single day!"
Of course, Amelia hadn't come to declare monopoly or steal Siwoo.
Like with Sharon, since the twins were Siwoo's lovers supporting him, courtesy demanded an apology and request for understanding as the new addition.
But the twins' attitude was pure rejection.
A flat refusal to accept Amelia as Siwoo's lover.
The cute, bubbly Odil and Odet's stubborn resistance stung Amelia, already weakened by defeat and frustration.
The twins pressed their lips tight with smug smirks.
Facing their hostility in the silence, Amelia steadied her faltering heart.
She vowed to be with Siwoo no matter the trials.
She couldn't give up over mere friction like this.
She'd apologize somehow and earn their recognition.
"I'm sorry."
It began with a sincere apology.