Chapter 568
Chapter 568
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 568
Chapter Title: Sleeping with the Enemy (4)
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1.
"Kniiiight!"
The next day, Rurue sprang out of bed full of energy, completely ignoring any hangover.
The spirit body's incredible regenerative powers surely played a part, but even without being a witch, wouldn't she have bounced up just as energetically?
That was the thought running through her mind.
"Today, there are so very! Very! Very! Many things to do!"
"Your voice is as strong as ever."
Siwoo gave a wry smile as he gathered and organized the magic research materials he'd been poring over all night.
They were the documents he'd been flipping through while keeping an eye on Dorothy after tilting glasses with her until dawn.
Though calling it "keeping an eye" when he'd just been sitting there the whole time while she slept soundly on the sofa might be a stretch.
Rurue tilted her head at the sight of Siwoo.
"Huh...? Where have you been all this time?"
Even that shouting seemed to assume Siwoo would naturally be by her side.
"I've been in the drawing room the whole time. Talking with Lady Dorothy."
"With Dorothy?"
She looked puzzled at first, then her face lit up like a child spotting candy. Rurue hopped off the bed, grabbed Siwoo's hand, and shook it vigorously.
"Well done. So? Talking to her in person, we get along great, don't we?"
"Yeah, well. Pretty much."
In truth, he hadn't slept all night because he didn't trust Dorothy, and that was the same reason he hadn't gone through the trial for a while.
But when she was so thrilled at the idea of "friends getting along with friends," was there any need to pour cold water on it?
Dorothy had said she'd head back once her week-long vacation was up anyway.
Until then, he could keep an eye on her from the inside while playing nice on the outside to keep Rurue happy, right?
"Now, let's start with breakfast."
Last night, drunk Rurue had acted spoiled like a child, which didn't suit her usual dignified appearance at all.
It wasn't the first time she'd acted up like that, but the intensity had been a bit much, which worried him...
Seeing her behave without any slip-ups now, it seemed the god of alcohol had mercifully taken her memories of yesterday.
"You need to change first."
Before the doubly hyper Rurue could dash to the dining room in her pajamas, he stopped her, kicking off their energetic morning.
2.
The suggestion Rurue made at breakfast was exactly the kind he'd half-expected.
But given where his mind had been, it caught him completely off guard.
"A sauna? That sounds too~ good."
Dorothy chimed in with perfectly timed enthusiasm from right beside him.
Meanwhile, Siwoo felt uneasy.
"Do we have to...?"
They really, really did not.
The bathroom that perfectly replicated a traditional Finnish sauna in this middle of the ocean had been a satisfying relaxation spot for Siwoo too.
After first experiencing it with Rurue, he'd dropped by occasionally, and she always joined him.
One way or another, it was a place where he could see her fresh skin right beside him, either glistening with thick sweat or damp from the water, like a vibrant orchid.
They'd enter together in swimsuits as if it were natural, but there were plenty of times they'd come out naked.
If it were just Rurue, seeing her in a bikini now wouldn't faze him...
But here, that meant seeing Dorothy in a bikini too, which was the problem.
He could probably bow out if he pushed back hard enough.
But Siwoo still didn't trust Dorothy enough.
He doubted he ever fully would, no matter how much time passed.
In that situation, leaving the two of them alone was something he wanted to avoid if possible.
He couldn't just brush it off with an "eh, probably fine"—the cost of carelessness was too high to ignore.
Dorothy quickly scanned Siwoo without making it obvious, then flashed a leisurely smile and pressed her palms together beside her cheek.
"I even packed swimsuits~ It'd be fun with the three of us."
She seemed to find the situation quite amusing.
"Is there a problem?"
"...No, none. I'll get ready too."
Siwoo steeled his resolve.
Swimsuits at worst.
As weird as it sounded, hadn't he seen countless naked bodies by now?
What was he even getting worked up over—just enjoying a sauna in swimsuits...?
Siwoo let out a scoff at his own premature worry.
He'd apparently been overly on edge ever since Dorothy set foot on the ship.
After breakfast, they split up to change, then regrouped in the bathroom.
That's when Siwoo realized his unease stemmed more from instinct than reason—and that it was a far more accurate danger sense than he'd thought.
"Oh my, it's been ages. Haven't we done this plenty~ of times before, Your Majesty? The long-endurance challenge."
In the bathroom they'd always used just the two of them, a foreign presence struck a sexy, provocative pose.
She exposed her smooth underarms fully while emphasizing her chest and thrusting out her hips seductively.
Her ash-gray hair swaying at her waist wasn't dull gray—it shimmered seductively with hints of silver mixed in.
Her height, lightly over 170cm, was half a head shorter than Siwoo but tall for a woman.
Her waist was so slender it seemed impossible with those breasts, flowing into supple curves and a perfectly birthing-friendly pelvis—utterly unrealistic.
And it wasn't just her height or hips that drew a man's gaze so fiercely.
Her breasts.
The ones even a nun's habit couldn't hide.
If compared to fruit, they were melon-sized, brazenly displaying their fullness.
No spirit body could support that weight in a perfect teardrop shape, so the ultra-revealing monokini held up her ripe, dangling fruits.
The majesty that would make every single man on a beach turn back held a vulgar allure worthy of being called udders, mingled with the sacred symbol of motherhood.
"Uh..."
The woman's weapon that dismantled his hard-built tension in an instant.
A size that could tempt even men who claimed "breast size doesn't matter to me."
Siwoo stared blankly, mouth agape, entranced.
Regaining his senses after just 10 seconds was nearly superhuman willpower.
"......"
Beside him, Rurue's pupils had shrunk to pinpricks as she watched his reaction.
Frozen in place, she frantically whipped her head back and forth between Siwoo's face and Dorothy's chest.
Rurue realized her sauna suggestion had backfired spectacularly.
"Shall we start with a light rinse?"
Dorothy stepped forward leisurely, deliberately pouring warm water from the tub over herself. It cascaded down her chest like a waterfall.
"......"
Even back when Rurue was still an apprentice witch, she'd enjoyed saunas with Dorothy.
They hadn't worn swimsuits then—they'd been naked.
But looking at Dorothy's huge breasts, Rurue had never felt envy or admiration.
Her only thought had been something like "shoulders must hurt."
But that was back when Rurue knew nothing about men and had no interest.
Now, she knew full well how much men loved breasts.
Take Siwoo right now.
When they tumbled in bed, he'd clutch her breasts tight while climaxing, or when she was on all fours, reach forward to knead her dangling tits like fruit.
When kisses led to foreplay, he'd suck her nipples like a baby as if by routine, and when on top, his hands always went to her ass or breasts.
Of course, she couldn't view his gaze and reaction kindly.
Rurue stomped over to Siwoo, heart pounding.
She hadn't missed it.
The moment Siwoo entered the sauna and spotted Dorothy, he'd been utterly dumbfounded.
"What is with that drooling face? What? What?"
Rurue whispered softly while pressing down firmly on Siwoo's instep.
Her voice was terrifyingly low, her pupils still tiny dots.
"Does my chest not satisfy you? What was with that lecherous stare?"
She scolded Siwoo in a hushed tone so Dorothy wouldn't hear.
Not because his behavior was rude to her friend, but because she didn't want to reveal her unsightly jealousy.
"No, no, Your Majesty."
Dorothy must have wanted exactly this chaos.
She kept glancing at the scolded Siwoo with a strange smile.
"Later on, you'd bury your nose in them and slurp away. Already addicted to my tits, hard to give up other lovers, and now eyeing my friend too. I truly can't tell if you're human or a beast in heat."
Squish, squish.
It didn't hurt much, but Rurue kept stepping on Siwoo's foot.
"Remember this: I said to get close to Dorothy, but only as friends."
"Of course."
"Then explain why you stared so blatantly."
Saying it was a man's instinct would just stoke her anger more.
He wanted to scrape together any excuse, but nothing else felt justifiable.
"Explain yourself."
Rurue wouldn't budge an inch, hands on hips, urging him on despite his distress.
Knowing it'd get this good a reaction, he could understand Dorothy timing her model-like pose for when Siwoo entered.
Being sandwiched between her prank and her anger was utterly awkward.
"Your Majesty."
Ironically, the lifesaver came from the culprit behind all this mess.
"What is it?"
Not noticing Dorothy's scheming, Rurue didn't take out her frustration on her friend like a sore loser.
She just mouthed "just you wait" before turning away.
"It's been a while—let me wash you."
"I can wash myself just fine."
"Queens always need attendants. Come on."
Siwoo let out a quiet sigh of relief, but felt eyes on him.
Dorothy's playful gaze as she calmly washed Rurue's hair.
"......"
If that behavior had come from anyone but Dorothy, he'd have responded with a wry smile.
As a man, he might even feel secretly proud at the "blessed mishap."
It meant Rurue liked him enough to get jealous.
But amid this lively series of events, his chest filled only with a heavy fog, like a coat soaked in misty rain.
It's hard.
Compared to every problem he'd faced so far, this was the hardest to discern.
Is she an enemy?
Or, at least in these moments with Rurue, an ally?
Is it right to suspect every action just because she's a public enemy?
Or because she is one, should he watch her with suspicion regardless of context?
Trusting others has never been easy.
Distrusting someone costs nothing, but trust always demands collateral.
Beyond the queasy feeling he'd had since yesterday, he saw Rurue chatting happily with Dorothy as if nothing had happened.