Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Chapter 51 - #12_심야 과외(6)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Late-Night Tutoring (6)
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Sudden trip to Border Town?
Truth be told, it wasn't a place with fond memories.
In Siwoo's mind, Border Town was already cemented as a thug-infested den brimming with every kind of danger.
Honestly, he never wanted to set foot there again.
Besides, tomorrow wasn't a day off, as stated in the manual, was it?
It felt like staring down his supervising professor who'd suggested a camping trip together on a rare holiday.
But he'd already accepted the fluffy pajamas.
Siwoo chose his words carefully, not wanting to upset Amelia.
"I'm sorry. Tomorrow won't work."
One of Amelia's eyebrows arched sharply.
That was her tell for genuine surprise.
"Why not?"
"W-well, I have a prior commitment."
A holiday date to Border Town with his boss? No way that appealed.
If it had been his appointment with Takasho, he might've canceled to follow Amelia.
But tomorrow, he was set to head to Yeongsan with the twins—the place he'd been so curious about.
And they were giving him an orrery, no less.
"What kind of commitment?"
As expected, Amelia's reaction wasn't positive.
Siwoo gauged her mood for a moment before laying out the truth.
He'd planned to request permission first thing tomorrow morning anyway.
His exclusive slave going on a picnic with other witches required it.
"With apprentice witches? To Yeongsan? Accompanying them on a picnic?"
Amelia looked utterly flustered.
She'd started off merely displeased, but now bewilderment was plain on her face.
No wonder—Siwoo and the twins had barely crossed paths in the two years since he'd arrived.
"Yes. I was going to ask your permission tomorrow morning, Amelia. It's too late now."
Amelia leaned back against the sofa and crossed her arms.
Her fingers tapped rhythmically on her forearm.
"No helping it, then. I was going to buy you some necessities tomorrow."
"Uh... I'm sorry."
"Forget it."
Amelia shot to her feet and strode out of the room.
Siwoo, who'd been hyper-aware of Odile right up to the end, finally let out a sigh of relief as the biggest threat departed.
2.
-Bang!
She'd walked out on her own two feet, but it felt like half an eviction.
Amelia shot a glance at Siwoo's door, now firmly shut with a resounding slam.
A surge of irritation welled up.
The emotion she'd felt most often since that first night he'd turned down her invitation.
This nagging annoyance.
Amelia stomped back to her room with uncharacteristic force.
"........."
Just before their last trip to Border Town with Siwoo.
Amelia had spoken with Sophia.
It was rare for her to seek out Sophia first, but the inexplicable scene had gnawed at her until she couldn't bear not asking.
After finishing her lessons, while strolling the second-floor corridor, Amelia had witnessed it.
The twin apprentices under her care—at Count Gemernai's request—chatting animatedly and happily with caretaker Shin Siwoo.
Too far to catch their words, but the twins had looked thoroughly enjoying themselves.
And Siwoo hadn't shied away; he'd engaged right back.
For Amelia, who'd firmly believed he despised witches, it was a massive shock.
After much hesitation, she turned toward Sophia's lab.
"So, you have something to ask me?"
Sophia, perched on her chair spinning lazily, looked startled by the visit.
"There's something about human relationships I don't get."
And it wasn't even about magic—a second shock for Sophia.
Not wanting to appear as some witch fretting over every slave's whim, Amelia had phrased it as obliquely as possible.
"Ah, so you want to get closer to caretaker Siwoo, but it's tough?"
"I have no idea why you'd interpret it that way."
Despite Amelia's grumbling, Sophia smiled with full understanding.
"First off, just hanging around doesn't build intimacy. If you want to get friendly, share positive experiences."
"Positive experiences?"
"Yeah. Like stuff you enjoy—excluding magic research. Eating something delicious, shopping together, or even just a walk."
Second.
"Next? Gifts work wonders. You like me because I showered you with them, right?"
"I don't like you, Avenuga."
"Humor me. You were happy when you got them, weren't you?"
"...Yes."
Third.
"Be nice. No snapping or scolding."
"........."
"Doesn't matter what you're thinking inside—people see your outward actions. Treat caretaker Siwoo a little gentler, and he'll fall for your charms in no time."
"Why do you keep bringing up the caretaker? I said it had nothing to do with him."
Sophia mentioning him to the bitter end irked her a bit, but overall, the advice had proven useful.
After all, he'd accepted her offer to become her exclusive slave.
And lately, he no longer bolted at the sight of her from afar.
"Why am I even doing this..."
Her mind grew only more tangled.
Amelia pulled out a cigarette and sighed.
The uncertainty over her feelings stirred a faint self-loathing.
He was just a slave, after all.
Hardly worth Amelia Merrygold's attention.
Leave him be, and in 10, 20, even 30 years, his ephemeral life would fade away.
His second life in Gehenna would end, his mechanical body scattering to dust.
That should have been it.
So why was she reaching out to him now?
Could Sophia have been right—had she actually developed feelings for him?
"No way."
Amelia shook her head.
She hadn't proposed shopping to genuinely win his favor, after all.
Merely extending a noble's benevolence to her new exclusive slave.
Clinging firmly to that conviction, she finally lay down to sleep.
It wasn't a one-day thing.
He was her exclusive slave now, regardless.
3.
Once Amelia had gone.
Siwoo waited until her door clicked shut before quietly grabbing the pajamas and slipping into the bedroom.
"Lady Odile, it's safe now."
A faint voice replied from under the bed.
"Really?"
"Yes, she went back to her room."
Odile crawled out like a mole emerging from its burrow.
Luckily, her petite frame made it possible; Siwoo never could have fit.
-Bang!
"Eek!"
Even Odile had to bang her head on the bed frame to fully extract herself.
People assumed under-bed was dust central, but this room was cleaner than Siwoo expected.
Just a light dusting—her white undergarments doubling as nightwear remained pristine.
"Ow... that scared me. Does she usually just barge in like that?"
"No, this is the first time this late... we got lucky."
Odile brushed off the tiny specks of dust clinging to her hair and plopped down on the bed.
"Haa... For a second, I saw Master's angry face. We survived."
"Good that it blew over smoothly."
The two savored about thirty seconds of relief and reassurance.
That's when Siwoo caught sight of Odile perched casually on the bed.
More precisely, her drawers—sodden with fluids and plastered transparently to her lower mound—were right in his line of sight.
He'd glimpsed her mosaic-free once before, but fabric clinging like that evoked a whole new layer of sensuality.
He knew he should look away and say something, but the words stuck.
"Assistant, where are you staring so hard? Hm?"
Odile had noticed her state too.
The thin white fabric fully betrayed her plump mound and flushed skin beneath.
"Why didn't you say anything?!"
Odile snapped her legs shut and murmured a quick incantation.
In an instant, the dark smudges of dust on her clothes vanished cleanly.
A simple, handy spell for keeping body and garments pristine.
"I was going to—I just wasn't sure how to bring it up."
"You blurt it out!"
Odile grumbled with a furrowed brow, then suddenly covered her mouth and giggled like a demure young lady.
Siwoo was baffled—no clue what the joke was.
"Now that I think about it, getting mad over this is silly. We've basically seen everything already."
"Y-yeah."
Up until then, conversation had flowed; now it ground to an awkward halt.
Before Amelia's interruption, they'd been deep in the throes of sloppy anal fun.
Neither was aroused enough now to bring it up again.
"Um... anyway, Assistant. My curiosity's satisfied."
"Really?"
"Doing it together feels way better. Curiosity resolved."
"...I see."
A long silence stretched out.
With the wildfire heat extinguished, all that lingered was the charred awkwardness.
Odile hopped off the bed and draped her cloak over her shoulders.
"Hm... Assistant, don't forget tomorrow. I'll come meet you by seven."
"Got it."
With her exit prep done, Odile threw open the window.
Planning to slip out the same way she'd come in.
But she lingered there far longer than expected, staring blankly.
"Assistant."
"Yes?"
"Today's our secret from Odette."
"She probably already suspects."
"No way—Odette sleeps so soundly, she wouldn't notice face graffiti."
"...You've tried."
"Maybe thirty times?"
Silly banter that begged the question of necessity.
He figured she was really leaving now and prepped a farewell, but Odile still clung to the window frame.
"Hey, Assistant."
"Yes, Lady Odile."
"I'm really going now?"
"Didn't you say you were?"
"Who says? I mean it this time."
Her face flushed beet red all of a sudden, and she leaped out.
She didn't look steady, so Siwoo poked his head out.
Odile had landed feather-light, waving her arms wildly at him while hopping on her toes before bounding away with bouncy steps.
For the record, that was "Water Salamander Stride"—a mobility spell that conjured mana platforms with each step for blinding speed.
Siwoo scratched his head as she vanished beyond the hill toward the academy.
He shut the window.
Only then could he exhale in true relief.
"Whew..."
It had passed without incident, but the night had been perilously close to disaster.
As Siwoo reflected on the evening's events, a recent memory resurfaced.
Odile's fresh, adorable form... and that tight, gripping hole of hers.
His cock, tormented without release, began swelling anew.
This memory would stick with him forever.
Siwoo quietly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door.
Tonight would be a tribute to Odile.
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