Chapter 553
Chapter 553
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 553
Chapter Title: Love and War (6)
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1.
"......"
"......"
A heavy, awkward silence stretched between them.
Having listened intently to Rurue's tirade, Siwoo broke out in a cold sweat as he replied.
"Your Majesty, there must be some kind of misunderstanding here."
"Misunderstanding? That damn misunderstanding again?"
Rurue exploded in anger.
She had already admitted defeat. She was practically on the chopping block, ready to be grilled or fried however they pleased.
What more could they possibly want after all this?
"Just how vulgar do you think my desires are that you're still trying to humiliate me to the end? Didn't I say I lost? Or do I have to strip naked, shake my ass, and beg like a slut to satisfy you?"
Rurue's face flushed crimson, as if she were on the verge of dying from shame.
She had already been furious at him using her desire to return outside as leverage, but now that things had come to this and he was still denying it, it was more than she could bear.
"So, could you explain from the start what exactly you think I won?"
He seemed determined to hear a full declaration of surrender from her lips.
She bit her lip hard, mustering her last shred of patience.
"The power struggle, what else!"
"Power struggle? You think I won that? Me?"
"That's right!"
"What power struggle?"
Rurue faltered at Siwoo's retort.
At this point, even she, who had been so firmly convinced, began to sense something off.
His blinking eyes didn't seem like deception; he genuinely appeared clueless about the situation.
"Weren't you waiting for me to seduce you first? So I did, to take the lead."
"Pardon?"
"You left me alone! You didn't play with me properly! You didn't even come to me at night!"
Even as she sensed the disconnect, memories of his actions flooded her with resentment.
The more she spoke, the more convinced she became that it wasn't a misunderstanding, yet questions raged about why he was reacting this way.
"Didn't you want me to kneel before you? That's why you didn't touch me with so much as a finger when we shared a bed, and why you talked about leaving today?"
As Rurue's rambling explanation poured out, Siwoo's mouth fell open.
The point where their wires had crossed became clear.
The puzzle pieces of their misalignment clicked into place, revealing exactly where Rurue had misunderstood and charged ahead impulsively.
To think Rurue had been under that delusion.
Well, it wasn't entirely unfounded.
Though it was rude to say, he had always thought she had a few quirks.
"So you weren't trying to seduce me?"
As they went back and forth, the sharp edge in Rurue's tone began to soften.
"Your Majesty, hold on. That's not it."
Siwoo patiently corrected her misconceptions one by one.
He hadn't thought that way at all.
Power struggle? He didn't even know how to play that game, let alone ever having done it.
He straightened out every single misguided assumption from start to finish.
"......"
After a long silence, Rurue spoke as if she couldn't believe it.
"Y-You mean... it wasn't?"
"Yes, not at all..."
"Really? Really, really, really?"
"Yes. I can't swear on a witch's name, but it's as good as that."
Witch's name, even?
"Then why... did you bring up leaving and keeping in touch?"
"I was genuinely worried. I didn't mean I was leaving right away. I just asked because I thought it would be good to at least report if I was safe."
Rurue heard a phantom rumble, like boulders crashing down.
Did that mean it had all been for nothing?
The swimsuit and sauna to seduce him? Calling him to bed for some private time? Mistaking his words as a half-threat and ending up in this state—all her excited solo efforts?
In a way, this was more shocking than when he'd declared he was leaving.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?"
The blood drained from Rurue's scowling face, leaving it ghostly pale.
She looked down at herself, resembling a withered thorn bush in a barren wasteland.
The provocative lingerie from her mentor's cabinet, exposing her most intimate areas.
Her knees demurely folded in admission of defeat.
Her hair neatly combed and scented more thoroughly than last night.
And above all, the adult toy she'd painfully inserted while enduring immense humiliation.
How hard had she worked to get that egg-shaped thing with the remote switch inside her on the way here?
"Ah..."
Letting out a quiet sigh, Rurue clung to her last lifeline, pointing at the black bag.
"Th-then... why was this hidden in the room? W-Wasn't it for using on me?"
"Ah, that... It was on the list of seized items... I hid it separately because it seemed too intense for Your Majesty. Sorry for taking it without permission."
All motivation evaporated as full realization dawned.
Everything she'd done had been a complete solo delusion, and in the process, she'd exposed her foolish blunders to Siwoo.
In other words...
'Your concubine has been so lonely without her lord's embrace. She tried everything to seduce him, but it all came to naught, so now she has no choice but to offer her lowly body.'
And at the same time...
'Even wearing these lewd, vulgar clothes was all for her lord. Feel free to use the toy in the black bag to fill your concubine's lonely nights.'
It was as good as saying that.
Faced with the absurd, cruel truth, Rurue's vision went dark.
"Hic!"
The first thing that caught her eye was the switch she'd handed to Siwoo.
At the very least, she had to hide that it controlled the thing inside her.
In full panic, she snatched it up like a sliding outfielder making a diving catch.
"Umhahaha! It was all a joke! Do you think I'd make such a stupid mistake?"
She bolted upright and hurled it far away with all her might.
Evidence destroyed immediately.
Of course, it only made her look more suspicious, but she had no mind left to cover up the petty details.
-Crack!
The remote switch flew into the corner of the desk, letting out a pitiful death cry as it shattered.
But the switch, meeting its end due to its master's whim, left behind an echo of death.
The powerful rotor buried deep inside her roared to life in furious vibration, enraged by its partner's demise.
-Buzzzzzzz!
It activated the 'ultra-powerful rotor that could shatter a glass cup,' deeply embedded within Rurue.
"Kyaaang!"
Rurue's hair stood on end from the sudden stimulation.
If she hadn't known, she might have dismissed the unpleasant buzz.
In truth, it was so intense that 'shock' fit better than 'caress.'
But her body, recently awakened to pleasure, succumbed to it all too easily.
The direct stimulation inside her, combined with the vibrations rumbling through her entire lower abdomen—her sensitive pearl ground mercilessly against the soft fabric of her panties. That was the fatal blow.
"Haaht... Ugh... Uuugh...!"
The farce unfolded so quickly and coincidentally that Siwoo hadn't yet realized what was happening.
It just looked like Rurue, crushed by her own embarrassment, had collapsed.
Well, more than collapsed—she was curled up tightly, trembling violently, so he asked worriedly.
"A-Are you okay?"
"G-Get outaaang! Go awaaayaaang...!"
"Still..."
"G-Get out! I said gooo...!"
At Rurue's tearful, desperate order to leave, Siwoo hurriedly fled the chamber.
2.
After chasing Siwoo out.
Normally, Rurue would have been thrashing about, punching her pillow in self-loathing.
Having earned a lifetime supply of bed-kicking material from her amateur lovemaking skills, an even greater ordeal awaited her on this thorny path.
-Bzzz! Bzz! Bzzt, bzzz!
The wireless rotor buried deep inside her.
The rotor unleashed its brutally powerful vibrations in varied patterns, relentlessly assaulting her from within without respite.
Rurue, hastily stripping off only her panties and flopping face-down, had her hips twitching rhythmically to the vibrations.
Her hand stretched downward, fumbling blindly.
At a glance, it looked like she was immersed in self-improvement, but the reality was different.
The rotor she'd equipped wasn't some casual toy for light play.
It was an ultra-powerful egg vibrator designed for couples bored with vanilla fun—far too much for a novice like Rurue.
In short, there was a profound reason she writhed on the bed for over five minutes after Siwoo left.
"Haaaang...! Wh-Why...! Won't this...! Come out...! Aaah...!"
That's right.
Rurue couldn't extract the rotor snugly lodged inside her.
Wireless rotors typically had a loop for easy removal after insertion.
But this was a custom SM play model.
Whether for its intimidating, sleek design or intentionally hard to remove manually, it lacked such conveniences.
The moment her body felt pleasure, it sucked the rotor deeper inside.
And her clumsy fingertip fumbles had wedged it in even further.
Her quivering, slick mucous membranes clenched around it tighter, refusing to let go.
This vicious cycle of pleasure tormenting her repeated endlessly.
The once-dry buzzing from below had morphed into a wet, squelching slosh.
"Ugh...! Krgh...! Haaang...!"
Her misfortune didn't end there.
As a grand witch, Rurue tried using magic to solve it.
Removing a foreign object from her body should have been child's play for her.
But with her vision spinning, her spells kept fizzling out.
The limits of a novice witch, inexperienced and utterly panicked.
Face crumpled in distress, Rurue flailed on the bed for a while before bolting out in a frenzy to seek help.