Chapter 555
Chapter 555
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 555
Chapter Title: Love and War (8)
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While the ventilation system in the cabin hummed to life and the bedding was gathered up and carted off to the laundry, Lurue slipped away to grab some clothes.
It was a precaution to avoid another embarrassing incident like last time—his trait made him hypersensitive to a witch's scent.
"I'm going crazy, absolutely crazy."
Siwoo smacked at the persistent bulge that refused to go down as he loaded the laundry into the drum washer.
No need to mention how much willpower it had taken to hold back after having her disheveled form right in front of him.
The sensation of her soft mucous membranes writhing around his fingers still lingered at his fingertips.
But blind pouncing wouldn't do—there was that nagging guilt, his earlier mistake with her, and conversations still to be had.
Heart heavy, he returned to the bedroom, their rendezvous point, where Lurue waited in crisp sleepwear.
At least that was a relief.
Lurue looked far more distraught than he did.
Knowing a sober heart-to-heart would be torture for both, they wordlessly grabbed potent whiskey from the cabinet and downed half glasses each.
No words were exchanged, yet their movements synced perfectly.
"Hoo..."
Lurue, head bowed as she waited for the alcohol to kick in, let out a short sigh and spoke first.
"First, I commend your efforts."
Her voice was astonishingly dignified, brimming with charisma.
Hard to believe it belonged to the same witch who'd sobbed and scrambled onto the bed just thirty minutes ago.
"You extracted that hideous intruder from my body without major damage. A great merit indeed."
"......"
Lurue spoke as if he'd performed some monumental surgery.
He kept quiet, not daring to nitpick.
Lurue raised a finger stiffly, eyes closed, shaking her head with exaggerated flair.
"I know what you're thinking. With something like that in such a place, naturally you'd wonder how it got there. It's only right to let your imagination run wild with indecent thoughts."
"......"
"However! I did not insert it myself! It was pure coincidence—utterly accidental, slipping right in by chance. Such a freak twist of fate that even I, telling the truth, can scarcely believe it."
"......"
"Now, allow me to explain!"
What followed was an elaborately delivered, obvious lie.
Even Siwoo, on the denser side, saw through the sloppy trick instantly.
How could anyone buy that while changing clothes, she tripped, her panties slipped off one side, she accidentally kicked an adult toy box, a rotor popped out at that exact moment, she stepped on it and slid, and in mid-air, it coincidentally plunged right in?
Too many holes to poke; Siwoo could only stay silent as Lurue grew bolder, mistaking his lack of reaction for belief.
"A truly mortifying moment. The vibrations and stimulation pressed tight against my stigma rendered even magic powerless. This accident made me fully understand why my master left such a trial behind."
Oh, even dropping a moral lesson.
"In any case, you worked hard. So forget everything that happened tonight. Understood? Harbor no suspicions. Got it?"
"For now... I understand."
"For now...? That phrasing is suspicious."
"I perfectly understand."
Lurue fanned herself with her palm and crossed her legs.
"More importantly, shall we finish our unfinished talk?"
"Yes, I was just about to suggest that."
Her non-explanation wrapped up; now it was Siwoo's turn.
He proceeded cautiously.
For him, it had been an excuse tailored to the situation and her misunderstanding, but from her view, it might seem like he'd disguised lust as love and ravished her to his tastes.
"So... you didn't pounce so fiercely because you were head over heels for me, but because you inhaled my scent deeply. And that's the truth, you're saying?"
"Yes. I didn't intend to deceive you from the start, but I'm truly sorry."
Lurue pondered his words deeply.
Siwoo anxiously gauged her expression, wondering her reaction.
"Hmm..."
As expected, she didn't quite buy it.
To prove it, he demonstrated a fragment of the autonomic magic he'd copied from her.
She'd already experienced mana recharge; showing the duplication should lend credibility.
"Hard to believe. That you weren't flailing in ecstasy over my beauty."
"No, Your Majesty is beautiful enough to stir desire in any man. That's no lie. I just want to explain why I was so intense..."
"No matter how I think, it sounds like a lie."
Still radiating doubt, Lurue fixed him with a straight gaze.
"Then why are you so calm now?"
"...Pardon?"
"You're not doing anything to me right now."
An ominous premonition stirred.
"What do you mean?"
"Before moving you to the bedroom and waking. Just in case, I held my head under your nose several times. If your story's true, you should've lost control and pounced during that 'surgery' earlier. But you were perfectly fine."
His body, unnaturally aroused by Lurue, remained erect even during this mundane talk.
Now the full picture clicked.
Lurue continued nonchalantly.
"In short, you have a hair-scent fetish and just won't admit it. But I respect your tastes. No need for shame."
She had no idea how dangerous her actions were.
"Anyway, hmm...? Why that look?"
"......"
From experience, once ignited by her scent, the lust wouldn't fade until they coupled.
The higher the hierarchy, the stronger the effect; frequent relations lessened the influence.
But he'd only been with Lurue once.
Far too few times to build tolerance like with Sharon or his master.
Her confession made him realize this impulse was uncontrollable.
Suddenly, intense lust enveloped him again.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
He snapped to, standing before Lurue.
Without explanation, she flashed a mischievous smile, as if she understood.
"Oh? Hearing you'd sniffed my hair gets you excited anew? Hopeless pervert."
And she wasn't wrong.
Now it was truly hard to hold back.
Thinking she'd gained the upper hand, Lurue seemed subtly thrilled.
"Well, I wouldn't mind indulging you. But considering the anguish I've endured all these years, I can't just yield easily."
He scooped her up princess-style, arms crossed in smug poise.
"Hm?!"
Her eyes, closed in triumph, flew wide as her body lifted.
She arched a brow, feigning anger.
"Don't think of forcing yourself like last time. My royal form isn't to be handled so lightly. Now, beg! Plead!"
It started as a farce from misunderstanding, but Lurue still clung to thoughts of control.
Siwoo gently set her on the bed.
"How should I do it?"
Her flushed red cheeks, eyes sparkling like stars with vengeful anticipation.
Lurue crossed her legs and slipped off her house slippers.
"Kneel before me and kiss the back of my hand!"
He obeyed; she beamed happily.
"Now say it aloud. 'Please hold me just once.'"
"Please hold me just once."
"Not enough sincerity!"
"I want to hold Your Majesty's body!"
"Louder! More desperately!"
"If I could make love with Your Majesty, I'd die tomorrow without regrets!"
Finally satisfied, Lurue tilted her chin up.
"Granted. But remember this: tonight will be different."
Their first time, lacking experience or fortitude, she'd been tossed about throughout.
Seeing Siwoo kneel and beg so earnestly convinced her she'd seize control in the bed battle ahead.
"You won't see such an unsightly sight from me ever again."
15 minutes later.
*Squish! Squish! Squish!*
"S-Stop...! Ahh...! Hah...! I surrender! I yield! Hnng! Hnng...! Enough! Stop moving now!"
After soft kisses, their lips overlapped.
He managed gentle kisses, but her fluttering lashes and tense form shattered his restraint.
He spread her legs and thrust in the erection he'd nursed.
No foreplay needed.
Her pussy, preheated by kisses and the ultra-strong rotor, was perfectly ripe.
"Haaah...! Th-there...! So sensitive...! Didn't you say you'd stop...!"
*Squish!*
"Hiiiiaaah...!!"
To ignore her protests, he drove deep and twisted.
Lurue shattered instantly, her unique rippling pussy sucking him in with ecstatic pleasure.
"Hahk...! Hahk...!"
Ten minutes of relentless full pistons without pause.
Lurue went limp after two light climaxes.
"Hoo, hoo..."
As Siwoo slipped a hand under her nightdress to knead her breasts, his eyes caught the adult toy set Lurue had prepared herself.