Chapter 603
Chapter 603
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 603
Chapter Title: Return to Daily Life (3)
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1.
After dinner, everyone gathered together, chatting amiably about recent events while playing poker.
With alcohol flowing as well.
The lively gathering unfolded far more peacefully than Si-woo had anticipated.
In other words, neither he nor Lurye drew any real complaints—it just flowed smoothly.
That was probably because Lurye had a personality that was impossible to truly hate.
If she were simply arrogant, it might have been different, but she was profoundly deep-hearted. Above all, her endearing clumsiness never failed to draw wry smiles from everyone around her.
For instance, during poker, a good hand would make her face bloom like a flower, while bluffing with a bad one turned her into a solemn prophet who had foreseen the apocalypse.
Lurye bonded with the twins in an instant.
Si-woo had worried that her prideful nature might leave her on the outs, but it was all for nothing.
Somehow their personalities meshed surprisingly well—one might even mistake them for Gemernai triplets, they got along so adorably.
Before long, the clock struck 1 a.m.
Lurye, who had a habit of knocking back drinks when in high spirits until she passed out, predictably started snoring at a rapid clip.
"Kuwooom. Kuwooom."
Dead drunk, she lay sprawled in a corner of the sofa, snoring in her distinctive tone as she drifted off into oblivion.
After the long journey that day and the overwhelming experiences she'd endured, her body wasn't fully recovered. The fatigue had simply proven too much.
"Shall we start wrapping things up?"
They couldn't leave her like that forever, so Si-woo moved to carry her to the bedroom.
Right on cue, Count Al bireo stepped in.
"Cuties, it's bedtime."
"Already?"
"Can't stay up too late. You've got classes tomorrow."
"Yes, Master."
The twins rubbed at their sleepy eyes—or pretended to with massive yawns—before obediently rising.
Si-woo had braced for something like, "It's been ages with Assistant—we're pulling an all-nighter!" So this caught him off guard.
"Goodnight, Assistant."
"We're heading to bed first. Sleep well."
"Yes, Odil. Odet. Goodnight, everyone."
Their amethyst eyes met, sparkling with shared intent.
In truth, both Odil and Odet had plans of their own.
The reunion event with Assistant was far from over.
Everyone here was probably anticipating the "cozy 19+ event" with him.
But as apprentice witches, they couldn't enjoy relations openly like the other lovers.
Whining here with a "We have to be with our Assistant!" would just get them dragged off to bed anyway.
So their scheme was to play the good girls and go to sleep—then sneak into Assistant's room later.
"Aww, our twins are such good listeners."
"Of course, Master."
"When have we ever gone against your word?"
Al bireo smiled brightly, resting her hands atop their heads side by side.
"That's right, my cuties. Tonight, you're sleeping with Master."
"Huh?"
"Eh?"
The twins' scheme was plain as day.
Once in the bedroom, they'd grab the music box and leap out the window to infiltrate Si-woo's quarters.
A full-blown spy erotica in the making.
Of course, Deneb had verified that sex over there wouldn't affect their brands. Still, the twins were apprentice witches.
She knew full well they'd pull something reckless, especially with reunion excitement running high—they could easily slip up.
Even Al bireo, far more lenient than Deneb, wasn't the type to let them wander into danger unchecked.
At minimum, isolation until the thrill wore off.
"N-no! We can really sleep alone!"
"Yeah! And sister's sleeping habits are awful!"
"Right! Odet snores like an elephant!"
"If Master's there, we'll definitely wake you up!"
Odil and Odet bounced in protest, desperate to wriggle free.
They couldn't sneak out with Master right beside them.
And even if they managed it, coming up with excuses afterward would be a nightmare.
"It's fine. I know you weren't like that when you were little. Come on, let's go."
"“Hng...”"
Like lottery winners realizing too late their ticket had expired, the twins slumped in defeat as they were marched away.
No matter how cunning the twins, they were still in Al bireo's palm.
2.
The moment Si-woo departed with Lurye in his arms to tuck her into bed, a subtle tension rippled through the once-lively room.
No one had said a word, yet Sharon, Amelia, and Eloa huddled together.
They seemed to grasp each other's desires without needing to speak.
After all, this was a reunion after an entire season had passed.
They'd shared a meal, drinks, and poker, but one crucial event remained.
Securing the spot beside Si-woo in bed tonight.
"......"
"......"
"......"
Yet none of them could bring themselves to speak first.
Like close friends who clam up on naughty topics.
Even after forging bonds through the search process, it was too embarrassing to voice outright.
This wasn't the time for bickering over heated bedroom tales.
At this rate, nothing would progress before Si-woo's return. With no other choice, Sharon broke the ice.
"What are you all up to tonight?"
It wasn't a straight pitch—more like a tricky curveball.
Everyone here would get the hint anyway.
"No other plans for me."
"Same here. Things get busy tomorrow, but tonight I'm free. You, Sharon?"
As expected, tentative probes from Eloa and Amelia.
Sharon glanced side to side before inching forward.
"Ah, I actually have plans. Thinking of grabbing more drinks with Si-woo... You two free? Maybe chat it up?"
Amelia's eyes gleamed sharply.
It sounded like opportunity at first, but Sharon's follow-up translated to "You two step aside~."
"That won't work. Truth is, I planned drinks with Si-woo too. You've got classes tomorrow, Sharon... Maybe get a head start on prep?"
"No, Amelia. Prep's done ages ago. You haven't swung by the perfume workshop in ages—are you really set for business?"
On the surface, sweet concern for each other's schedules.
But Eloa sensed the clashing auras warping space-time between them.
Sharon's spats with the twins were one thing, but even the usually composed Amelia turned fierce when Si-woo was at stake.
"......"
Yet Eloa had never been one to assert herself boldly in council.
Sharon, the twins, or Amelia could settle as ordinary lovers. But Eloa was both Si-woo's mentor and his paramour.
Her own rigid morals—already stained by the taboo of disciple-teacher intimacy—left her tongue-tied on pushing her case.
"If it's come to this... how about sharing the time?"
That was the best mediation she could muster.
"That'd feel too rushed... You two mind yielding this once?"
"I'd love to yield to Sharon and Eloa, but... I have something important to tell Si-woo tonight."
Leaving the adrift Eloa aside, Amelia and Sharon pressed on.
Their polite tones grew fevered.
"Sigh, this isn't ending anytime soon..."
"We have to wrap before Si-woo gets back... Shall we try a different tack?"
With history of similar talks devolving into emotional blowouts, Amelia and Sharon opted to de-escalate.
"Then, how about letting Si-woo choose?"
Eloa's suggestion again.
"With Si-woo's personality... yeah, that's a hard no."
Sharon pictured his instant distress; Amelia nodded in agreement.
A beast in bed, endlessly indecisive outside it.
No one willing to yield, no one content to trail behind.
After much deliberation, Sharon spoke up.
"Since we're at an impasse... how about we prepare an event ourselves?"
Her words shattered the deadlock, drawing both women's focus instantly.
"Event? What's that?"
"Saw it on Google once. They say mixing things up now and then strengthens bonds between lovers. And hey—this is a night to celebrate Si-woo's safe return, right? But you all know... Haven't tried events yourselves?"
"Hmm, good memories there. Think it solves this?"
"Exactly... We three storm in together."
Sharon's earnest pitch amounted to a 4P proposal.
"W-what depraved...!"
"All four together? You're serious?"
Amelia recoiled in shock; Eloa teetered on the verge of hysterics.
Their faces flushed crimson in seconds.
Even Sharon, the proposer, felt her cheeks burn.
But their reactions showed her gambit landing—she hid a smile.
To her, this was an outrageously bold idea.
Those debauched bedroom faces, sweet moans, coquettish pleas—things too mortifying to bare before others.
No way the prim Amelia or straitlaced Eloa would bite easily.
If shame made them bow out, she'd claim the whole prize solo.
That was the ploy.
"But Si-woo would absolutely love an event like this, right?"
She'd framed it as "for Si-woo," leaving no easy outs.
Yet Amelia and Eloa—who she'd bet would fold—didn't back down.
After a moment's thought, Amelia steeled herself.
"Let's do it. Tiferet Duke—you good?"
"If it's just being there beside... I think I can manage."
Sure enough, neither showed signs of quitting lightly.