Chapter 592
Chapter 592
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 592
Chapter Title: The Treatment Continues
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1.
About an hour later.
"Uuum...."
With a faint moan, Dorothy—who had lost consciousness—stirred awake.
"Hah...!"
Like someone surfacing from drowning, Dorothy abruptly sat up, her upper body shooting upright.
She wasn't naked.
A slightly curly yet soft gown wrapped around her body, and the blanket was neatly tucked over her.
Judging by her fresh skin, free of the sticky sweat and fluids, someone had taken good care of her afterward.
And standing before her...
"You're awake? You were out cold for so long, I was getting worried."
"......"
"Here, have some water. If you want whiskey, just say the word."
Shin Si-woo stood there like a butler, a towel draped over his arm, forcing a smile.
"You smi...."
Her senses awoke a beat late.
A subtle heat spread through her lower abdomen, and both her front and back holes twitched involuntarily, against her will.
Memories from before she passed out flooded back.
Mooing like a cow in heat, getting filled inside over and over until she blacked out—even waking up impaled from behind while unconscious and feeling every bit of it.
Dorothy's arm shot out like lightning, grabbing Si-woo's cheek and yanking it.
"Who the hell are you acting all sweet for? You trying to die?"
"Ow! Ow!"
"Are you even human?"
"C-Calm down."
"All~ you do is lie~ break every promise~ do whatever the hell you want~ and when a girl passes out from exhaustion, you just keep thrusting away? That's not a man, that's a monkey!"
Even thinking back made her anger surge.
"And on top of that... making me say all that dirty talk, then cumming inside just like that?"
Her emotions choked her, making her stutter.
"Even taking advantage while I was out cold, touching the one spot I told you not to?"
"Y-You seemed to like it..."
"Like it my ass!"
Si-woo endured Dorothy's cheek-pinching tirade amid her gradient of fury for quite a while.
2.
Dorothy's wrath subsided only after Si-woo's cheeks—stretched long by her fingertips—turned bright red.
Truth be told, if she grilled him thoroughly, she could chew him out endlessly, but Dorothy magnanimously forgave him.
Partly because she'd invited some of it herself, and even setting that aside, Shin Si-woo had been grateful to her in many ways.
Of course, that didn't mean she could treat him casually as if nothing happened.
The moment her anger cooled a bit, what crept into her mind was the bedroom black history she wanted to bury forever.
In the end, Dorothy glossed it over by checking her condition and changing the subject.
"Impressive."
Examining her Ain, Dorothy marveled.
Her mana reservoir, nearly depleted, had recovered to about 40%.
It made sense—no spell could replicate the pure mana he'd poured into her in such quantities, so progress was natural.
She'd acted nonchalant in front of the worried Lurye and Si-woo, but claiming she had no lingering attachment to magic would be a lie.
Dorothy still had to live publicly going forward.
Even without ambition to advance her Stigma, magic was a crucial tool for self-defense.
"That's a relief."
"If even this hadn't recovered, I might not have forgiven you~ at all."
Si-woo let out a sigh of relief.
He'd already verified the treatment's effect once, so he had some confidence.
Dorothy's injury resembled Sharon's incomplete Inheritance closely.
Seeing it confirmed eased his mind greatly.
"So, you're okay now?"
"......"
At Si-woo's genuinely joyful question, Dorothy felt her words catch in her throat.
She'd overlooked a crucial fact in her daze.
After about eight hours of sex, her Stigma had recovered 40%.
Even excluding variables and doing simple math, it meant another 12 hours at least.
Shin Si-woo was showing thoughtful, kind consideration now, but Dorothy had learned bone-deep how he transformed during sex.
She had to show that pathetic side again?
Endure that overwhelming pleasure once more?
No way in hell!
"Is something... wrong?"
As Dorothy sat stone-faced, lips clamped shut, Si-woo poked his head in.
Meeting his eyes, Dorothy felt a deep sigh rise from her chest.
Absurdly, it was scorching hot. The sheer heat left her baffled.
"Did the healing not work properly?"
It had definitely been awful.
An experience she never wanted to repeat.
So why was her heart pounding so recklessly, her thighs quivering between?
What if she said, 'Only 40%... healed' right now?
Wouldn't he snap in an instant?
Rip off this flimsy low-defense gown, ravage her breasts at will.
Pound front and back so fiercely it'd feel like they'd split, drowning her brain in sticky ecstasy again, leaving her whimpering for mercy.
And if she passed out? He'd just use whatever hole he fancied, obviously.
"......"
After her lips opened and closed silently several times, Dorothy finally squeezed out words.
The aftershocks of excessive pleasure had left her mind a bit frayed.
Even suppressing it, thick anticipation seeped through.
"Now... it's about half."
"What does that mean?"
"We need to do more... for the treatment..."
Her face flushed hot.
It wasn't a lie, nor was she begging for sex—yet it felt like her lewd inner thoughts were broadcasting to him.
Her eyelids fluttered as she gauged his reaction.
"Aha."
As expected, he wasn't smirking vilely or smacking his lips greedily.
He just blinked dumbly, showing more bewilderment than she did.
The gap from before she blacked out was so vast that, knowing his true nature, Dorothy still felt stunned.
After indulging to his heart's content, now wearing that 'Oh, really?' blank expression? It pissed her off instead.
Was she the only pervert here?
"Next time, I absolutely won't let you set the pace. Wipe that expectant look off your face."
"Expectant...? Was it?"
Strictly speaking, it wasn't expectant.
But it didn't match reality, so she doubled down anyway.
"Do you know how exhausting it was matching your rhythm? No moving from you, no doing it from behind. Got it? You just lie there. I'll climb on top and move. Don't even think about touching my body."
Arms crossed under her breasts, puffing them up, Dorothy pouted with closed eyes, grumbling petulantly.
It was the first time showing this side post-sex.
Her, who got drunk on pleasure, kneading her gasping partner's ass while puffing a cigar and elegantly sipping from a glass...
Acting like a giddy young witch after her first time.
Even off the bed, it felt like he still held the reins.
"Was it that tough?"
"You call that tough?"
"In that case, shall we do it like originally planned?"
"Huh?"
What did that mean?
Dorothy blinked in confusion at Si-woo's following words.
"You know, just insert right before cumming and finish."
"Ah..."
Only then did Dorothy recall what she'd completely forgotten.
For treating the Stigma, only internal ejaculation was needed—not full sex.
That's why she'd seduced and drawn him in, right?
Or had she really forgotten?
Or had her subconscious desires led her to deliberately exclude that option?
"......"
The reason for that thought was crystal clear—the perfect solution from his lips.
The heat vanished in a rush, leaving massive disappointment.
"Th-That sounds good."
"Got it. Then shall I step out now? Lurye must be waiting... Your clothes are laid out on the bed. Change and come out."
"Uh? Okay."
Dorothy nodded reflexively.
With that kind of sex, no sniffing her scent, no berserking past boundaries.
The pleasure from ejaculation was intense, but honestly, just that much she could endure.
No need to wail vulgarly in front of him.
But watching Si-woo turn away without hesitation, all sorts of thoughts sprouted wildly.
A bit more honest inner voice.
Dorothy terrified even seasoned witches.
No one in her life could overpower her physically and shatter her reason—maybe a scant few, if any.
Impossible for a man, surely.
But Shin Si-woo was different.
He crushed her—who always held the advantage—and stole control utterly.
Showed savagery even she couldn't handle.
"......"
Dorothy and Shin Si-woo were destined to part.
His lovers were all Gehenna witches, polar opposites to Public Enemies like her.
She probably wouldn't see his face again.
Even if by chance, asking him to 'do it like that time' was dubious.
If he left the room now, could they ever have that sex again?
Without this mood, her prideful nature would seal her lips forever.
Then that dizzying, depraved play would truly end tonight.
As she mulled that, Dorothy—legs still weak—staggered and yanked his sleeve.
"Wait a sec."
"Feeling bad somewhere?"
Preserve the last shred of pride?
Or discard it for an irreplaceable experience?
Dorothy swallowed hard.
A feverish thirst scorched her throat.
Sober, her face burned hotter than ever.
Si-woo's worried look was surely because her face was beet red.
"Tw... Tw..."
"Tw-o?"
"Two-plus-one special..."
-Swish.
Dorothy tugged her gown.
One full breast spilled out through the loose fabric.
The flush climbing her neck made it gleam like a ripe apple.
Her pink areola deepened like applied foundation, nipple erect, begging to be touched.
"Wh-What the...?"
"We did front and back, so this time wherever you want... you idiot."
To think she'd stoop to this.
Trembling with self-loathing, yet hearing his breath quicken, Dorothy felt unprecedented excitement soak her.
"...If you don't do it right, I'll punish you."
With those words, Si-woo's rough hands tore her gown away.
Dorothy became a single milk cow, Si-woo the wild milk cowboy roaming the bed.
Their extended bout continued until Lurye, tired of waiting, burst into the room, or so it was said.