Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Late-Night Tutoring (5)
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Odile waited tensely for Siwoo's touch.
Her face burned hot, and her head spun with feverish heat.
A sensation she'd never felt when touching herself alone.
In truth, Odile was already convinced her theory was correct.
She'd felt chills ripple across her skin when his fingers, slick with perfume oil, teased her filthy hole.
And then, just like in that delivery from the demon realm, each time his finger slid in and out, her body trembled with little jerks.
The foreign intrusion of someone else's body invading hers.
But it went beyond mere discomfort, stirring an ashy heat that prickled deep in her lower belly.
If she'd wanted to stop, she could have ended it just ten seconds in. Odile had even tried to halt the shameful act midway.
But that unfamiliar sensation...
It made her hold off on ending the experiment.
Her breathing quickened—not from any aphrodisiac, but on its own.
Her legs began to shake, and hot pleasure spread with every touch of his hand.
Odile didn't hate it at all.
On the contrary, her curiosity piqued. She wanted to feel more. Keep feeling it.
Like a puppy in heat rubbing its genitals against a blanket for the first time, that's how Odile felt.
She stifled her moans and surrendered her body to his hands.
More. Keep going.
If it felt even better from here, what new pleasure awaited the next step? She couldn't help but wonder.
And just like that, she felt it for the first time.
Layers of building pleasure crumbled in a rush under his intense caresses, and Odile saw a brilliant light she'd never known.
It burst like sparkling fireworks behind her eyes—ecstatic and warm.
"Haa... haa..."
Biting her lip, she clutched the blanket tight over her mouth to muffle her shameful cries. Then, a memory surfaced.
The first time she'd tasted something sweet.
The sponge cake melting softly on her tongue, the sweet fresh cream—it expanded the bland horizons of her world of flavors.
After that, Odile dragged Odette around, blowing through every bit of their allowance at Gehenna's patisseries.
All to conquer every dessert in Gehenna.
Though they ended up with cavities galore, got scolded, had their allowance halved, and placed under strict supervision—a little behind-the-scenes tragedy.
Anyway.
It felt just like that time.
A newly discovered sweet sensation.
New lewd discoveries.
Just like endlessly stuffing desserts into her mouth back then, she craved to know more, feel more.
If fingers alone felt this good...
What if she took his cock like this?
Wouldn't it feel even better than now?
Even if it meant lying, even enduring the humiliation—she had to know.
And when Odile got curious about something...
She had to find out. No exceptions.
Siwoo gripped his stiff cock.
He rubbed the precum-soaked glans teasingly between Odile's cheeks.
"Hngh..."
Even from before, how could a human body be this soft and springy?
He was sure he'd cum soon just from grinding like this.
"I'm really going to put it in."
"U... yeah! You know, right? Just the tip?"
No idea if it'd work, but Siwoo grabbed Odile's hips and pressed the glans firmly against her hole.
Her glistening, appetizing rear entrance, slick with oil.
Even if it was an unused hole, it was still an excretory organ. One might expect disgust, but none came.
Instead, the perversion of this unconventional fuck planted an inexplicable thrill of taboo in Siwoo.
-Press...!
Maybe because he'd loosened it with his fingers first? Or had Odile gotten the hang of it on the second try?
Either way, it slid in far easier than her first time.
"Hiii...! I-it hurts...! Slower... hik...!"
Just the bare tip barely inside, and Odile's body quivered like a leaf.
She cried out in pain.
Truth be told, their size difference was huge.
Siwoo was tall even for a Korean guy, with a massive cock, while Odile was petite on sight.
Her narrow rear was an even greater mismatch.
For her, even just the glans was near her limit.
But she couldn't flee or yield here.
Lower the knees.
Brace the legs.
Clench the fists.
Widen the eyes.
Grit the teeth.
Grip the cock tight and step boldly forward.
Siwoo pushed deeper, undeterred by the fierce resistance.
"Hauk!"
Like last time, once he reached a certain depth, Odile's hole sucked him in instead.
The glans fully engulfed, Odile shot up on tiptoes.
Her reclined torso sprang up like a spring, tracing a graceful keel-like curve.
"Fuck..."
Siwoo muttered a low curse without thinking.
It was that ecstatic, that tight.
Luckily, Odile was too out of it to hear, just trembling all over.
"I-is it... all the way in...?"
"Yes, it's in."
Thanks to the gentle wrap around his cock, the madness eased a bit.
Originally, Odile had only asked for the tip, so Siwoo readied to pull out anytime while awaiting her next words.
He was looking forward to her shaking her hips freely, too.
"Assistant... now, try... moving once? I'm curious..."
Odile's voice crept out timidly.
A hesitant tone utterly unlike her.
Did she at least realize how embarrassing this was? Siwoo placed his hands where he'd been dying to grab since earlier.
In doggy, before moving your hips—what do you grab?
The classic love handles where waist meets pelvis, of course.
The nightgown had ridden up, exposing them perfectly. Grabbing hold, Siwoo felt a shock.
He knew she looked slender and tiny, but cradling them in both hands made it visceral.
A woman's body—no, Odile's body—was truly small.
And it had lines too graceful to describe.
Nothing like a man's solid waist.
Like holding porcelain sculpted from flesh.
"Is it okay to move like this?"
A twinge of crisis bloomed simultaneously.
Forcing his cock into such a tiny hole...
Even if her body was semi-spiritual, thrusting back and forth might cause real damage.
"Right now... it doesn't... hurt, so probably fine...?"
Even motionless, her rear twitched and clenched deliciously around him.
What would it feel like if that vise grip stroked him up and down?
Curiosity like that was inevitable.
"Then, I'll go a bit deeper."
"U... yeah, I said just the tip, but no helping it..."
And Odile seemed just as curious.
She'd clearly said tip only, yet offered no resistance, going along with him.
Siwoo, engrossed in exploring unknown pleasures, suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine.
A primal sense of danger.
-Thud!
Then, faintly from afar, a door closing.
Like prey scenting a predator on the wind, Siwoo sensed it.
Amelia had opened her door.
"Assistant...? Why'd you stop?"
"Shh shh shh."
Siwoo whispered urgently to Odile, ears straining.
"Odile, Amelia's coming."
"What? Hik!"
Odile bolted upright.
In that instant, his cock slipped free with a pop, making her hiccup.
Even Odile knew showing this to Amelia was bad.
"W-what do we do, what do we do?"
"Music box! Use the music box!"
"That won't fool a professor-level witch up close! It'll catch if she's right there!"
Odile fumbled her drawers up and flung on her cloak in panic.
Her eyes darted for hiding spots.
No time to flail long.
Siwoo pointed desperately under the bed.
"Hide there for now."
What would Amelia do seeing her exclusive slave alone with an apprentice witch late at night?
Siwoo couldn't predict.
He might bluff it off, but she could get suspicious and report straight to Gemernai.
Thief's foot burns—Siwoo's imagination skewed pessimistic.
As Odile crawled awkwardly under the bed...
Siwoo hastily straightened his shabby work clothes—his sleepwear—and headed to the door.
"Gasp!"
Opening it, Amelia stood right there.
In a pure white nightgown, lamp in hand illuminating the dark.
He hadn't heard the door...
She must've been about to open the bedroom door—dangerously close.
Siwoo, sweat pouring like a waterfall, faced her as calmly as possible.
"Amelia, what brings you here so late?"
He blocked the door with his body, lest she glimpse Odile under the bed.
Amelia eyed his sweating form, tilting her head slightly.
"Siwoo, what were you doing in your room? You're sweating."
"Haha... just some exercise. Haven't been active lately, so my stamina's overflowing."
More precisely, mid-thrust prep.
Would she buy the casual excuse?
"I have something to talk about."
"Room's a mess. Let's do it in the living room."
Siwoo tried shutting the door smoothly, but Amelia didn't budge.
Impossible without shoving her—truly awkward.
"Hiding something?"
Her uncharacteristic move sank Siwoo's heart.
She even craned to peek inside.
Considering her usual poise—even in gait—his suspicious look must've stood out.
"Hiding...? Nonsense!"
Instead, Siwoo flung the door wide.
Plenty of time to hide now.
Unless Odile sneezed at the worst moment, Amelia wouldn't notice.
"Hmm..."
Amelia glanced between the messy room and Siwoo's face, then stepped back.
Siwoo shut the door quick as a flash and led to the living room.
"So, what's up?"
"Came to give you this."
Only now did Siwoo notice the bundle in her hands.
Clothes again.
Amelia felt like an RPG event mob lately.
Always dropping snacks or smokes on encounters.
"Wearing those rags dirties the room. Change into this for nights."
Her latest drop: a wool pajama set so cozy it'd induce sleep on sight.
"Thank you. My sleep setup was uncomfortable—perfect."
Siwoo bowed politely.
Amelia nodded as if it were due, then sat at the living room table.
Why isn't she leaving?
Siwoo hovered awkwardly nearby.
Just standing close felt risky.
As Siwoo tensed alone, Amelia spoke.
"We're going to Border Town tomorrow. Come with."
An out-of-the-blue invite.