Chapter 557
Chapter 557
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 557
Chapter Title: Chapter 557 - #115_생존신고
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 557
Chapter Title: Afterglow and Conditions
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They say a thief who learns late doesn't notice the dawn breaking, right?
By the clock, it was roughly eight hours.
By the number of internal ejaculations, it was five times.
The orgasms were so numerous I lost count midway through our sticky, all-night lovemaking.
In truth, there had been plenty of chances to stop midway.
But every time we finished, the same conversation would play out.
"Ha... just one more time... Can you do it?"
"A little more... I beg you..."
"Yeah... already... done? Aren't you disappointed?"
In short, it was the result of Lurye clinging to me desperately.
Starting from the second round, Shin Si-woo was unbelievably gentle and considerate—hard to believe he was the same person.
He'd wait if I seemed tired, embrace me if I reached out for a hug, and shower me with deep, lingering kisses whenever I wanted.
It was so utterly different from any sex Lurye had known before that she was left utterly dumbfounded.
What was it like?
Previous encounters had felt like forced pleasure injections or being used like an object. This time, it was a true, happy ecstasy—like being loved and playing a beautiful duet together.
Even after it ended, her body felt like it was floating lightly.
Her lower belly still tingled as if he were still inside her, the bed beneath her soft hips felt like a cloud, and her mind brimmed with the sweet fragrance of millions of roses blooming at once.
"Here, drink this."
"Hm? Oh... thank you."
Was it because her brain's happiness switch had been flicked nonstop?
A mug appeared before the dazed Lurye.
Siwoo had brought water.
Lurye took it and gulped it down.
After drinking, she suddenly felt embarrassed about her nakedness and tugged the blanket up over her chest.
"You're skilled at this."
"Pardon?"
"Incredibly so. So this is what true lovemaking is like."
Lurye grew even more embarrassed voicing it aloud.
She'd been feeling strange for a while now.
It felt like she'd found a lifelong companion—or that as long as she had him, she could lose everything else and be fine.
Of course, such embarrassing words wouldn't pass her lips in front of him.
"Then... what you said was true."
"Pardon?"
"That my scent drives you mad. I thought it was utter nonsense."
Seeing is believing, as they say. After observing his actions twice, even Lurye—who rarely heeded others—had to admit it.
He truly felt sexual desire through some bizarre mechanism.
"Let us move elsewhere to talk. Breakfast should be ready. Follow me."
Lurye suppressed her urge to roll around in bed longer and rose.
Her legs, weakened from countless climaxes the night before, refused to obey.
"Whoa...!"
As Lurye staggered, Siwoo swiftly approached and steadied her.
"Are you okay?"
"Ugh... my legs... have no strength..."
"I'll support you."
His gentle hand wrapped around her waist.
Lurye felt her heart pounding.
It had been like this before, but now he truly seemed different.
Still, she couldn't keep showing weakness forever.
A queen swooning helplessly over a man would be a disgrace to the Nukelrabi dynasty.
"No need. I can walk on my own."
Lurye strode boldly ahead toward the dining room.
"Your Majesty, wait."
"What is it?"
"You were going like that?"
At Siwoo's urgent call, Lurye finally checked her state.
Good lord—her head was so dizzy it was like she was drunk, so she hadn't noticed.
She was completely naked, not a stitch on.
"Eek! Eek!"
Lurye shrieked shrilly, covering her chest and squatting in place.
It was odd.
She'd shown him her naked body plenty last night—even pressed her most precious parts against his—yet simply being seen nude now was this mortifying.
"Avert your eyes this instant! Why didn't you say anything?!"
"Well..."
Feeling the contradiction, Lurye still flushed beet red and donned the robe Siwoo handed her.
As she quickly tied the sash and stepped forward, another problem arose.
-Drip!
"Eep!"
This time, it was the sticky semen trickling down her smooth thighs.
So much had been ejaculated that some still hadn't leaked out.
Their eyes also fell on the small puddle of semen where she'd squatted.
"......"
"......"
Something was embarrassing.
Suddenly, intensely so.
Lurye's eyes spun as she began whining petulantly.
To quell this awkwardness even a little, blaming him seemed best.
"You beast! How much did you pump inside for it to still be coming out?!"
Siwoo had no real retort here.
Who was it that cooed sweetly and trapped him every time he tried to end it?
"Your Majesty, if I may humbly point out, that was due to your insistent demands..."
"Quiet! Quiet! I can't hear you! La la la!"
Siwoo gave a wry smile at Lurye blocking her ears with her palms and humming aloud.
Clearly not the time to state facts.
"Shall we wash up first, then?"
"It's a problem. It'll leak every step like this."
"Like this, then."
"Whoa!"
Instead of explaining, he scooped her up effortlessly.
A comfortable princess carry. With her hips elevated, dripping would be minimized.
Lurye plunged into his broad chest.
"......"
Half-joking as it was, he'd expected fierce protest—but not this.
"G-Good. Proceed."
Her startled face softened into a lamb-like lean against his chest.
2.
The location was the bathroom.
After roughly rinsing her body, he was now washing Lurye's hair.
"Hmm, I need treatment slathered everywhere."
"Yes, should I comb it through with this brush?"
"Indeed."
He always noticed, but Lurye's hair was exceptionally fine.
Even with thick, healthy strands and abundant volume, how was it so silky? And why was the rest of her so smooth and bare? It was a marvel.
After shampooing, rinsing, and carefully applying treatment everywhere.
With time needed for the nutrients to soak in, conversation naturally flowed.
"Shin Si-woo."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Do you still wish to contact them?"
"Yes, they're probably worried sick."
A full month had passed without word.
Thinking of Sharon, the twins, Amelia, and her mentor aching for news made even this carefree life feel guilty.
"Must you?"
Her quiet voice echoed in the bathroom.
"What if you stayed here forever with me, cut off from the kingdom?"
It was a surprisingly bold proposal.
"When I reclaim my true kingdom, I'll grant you half the treasure. Your enemies will be mine. If hardship befalls you, I'll stand steadfast by your side. And I'll let you witness our conquest of the world together."
"......"
"And... I'll let you sleep with me every night. Sometimes, I'll even yield to your desires."
Through her small nape, amid damp silk-like locks, her flushed ears peeked out.
Most ended as childish whims, but Lurye was quite possessive.
Such pleading concessions from her were rare enough to count on one hand.
If she went this far, it wasn't lightly said.
It was her earnest confession of love, in her own way.
Perhaps because Siwoo was the only one she'd met and bedded, her feelings aligned easily.
Unlike saving the twins' lives, aiding Sharon's poverty, healing her mentor's loss of a disciple, or mending a strained bond with Amelia...
There were no such dramatic tales here.
Still, Siwoo wouldn't dismiss Lurye's confession as immature infatuation.
So he answered with sincere truth, not flattery.
"That would be difficult. I'm truly sorry."
"Even when I beg like this?"
Lurye finally turned to look.
Her deep blue eyes, filled with disappointment and hurt, gazed up at him.
No anger there.
For all her selfishness, Lurye subtly respected others' positions—a fine queen.
"If I suddenly vanished, how would Your Majesty feel?"
"......"
"Just minimal contact, please. They're not traitors or attackers. All good witches."
"......"
Lurye pursed her lips thoughtfully.
After rinsing the treatment with warm water, she spoke.
"My mentor distrusted Gehenna witches. Kether Duke, Erelim Duke—all nobles called them hypocrites abandoning their demonic path. I thought much the same."
"That's..."
"But I can't trust Gehenna witches—yet I trust you implicitly. I'll send one crewman to the nearest land with a telegram. A photo, handwritten letter, and recording tape to confirm your safety?"
Truly grateful words.
Siwoo knew best how Lurye—who hadn't cleared her trial—shunned outside ties.
She somersaulted at worldly loot but avoided land proximity.
"But on one condition."
"A condition?"
"Tomorrow, we tackle the trial in earnest. I'll complete it soon and leave for the present world with you. Stay with me until then."
"I'd be glad to, if possible."
Leaving her alone would have felt uneasy anyway; her proposal pleased him too.
Public enemies inherited stigmas with collective punishment, but luckily Shalit Nukelrabi was an ancient witch, the "Exile Never Banished."
With proper pleading, she might even join in Gehenna.
Worse case, few witches could harm a 23rd Hierarchy Grand Witch post-trial.
Plus, Siwoo could power up via the trial.
The best mutual compromise.
"We'll do the trial every day. Every single day, understood?"
Lurye suddenly added a caveat.
"Challenging daily will drain mana... I wonder how to handle that."
What was this out of nowhere?
She clearly wanted mana recharge as excuse.
"Sigh... troubling. If only there were a way to recharge mana, all would be well... Hmm..."
Forgetting the recent "charge," she feigned innocence adorably.
Siwoo played along, charmed.
"Hmm? Any good ideas?"
Lurye whipped around with a betrayed look.
Before her pouting lips unleashed complaints, Siwoo poured another ladle of hot water over her head, rinsing the last suds.
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