Chapter 629
Chapter 629
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 629
Chapter Title: Night in the Desert (9)
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Under his master's lead, the car sex regrettably ended after just two climaxes.
For Si-woo, who usually enjoyed going until the woman collapsed from exhaustion, and for Eloa, who rarely indulged but always went all out when she did, it was a disappointing finish.
But there was no helping it.
They hadn't come here to stargaze while having car sex in the first place.
Dragging it out too long would draw unwanted attention from the other witches anyway.
After cleaning themselves with a simple spell and opening the car door to air it out,
Si-woo held Eloa close, stroking her hair for a long while.
"I'm really okay, Master."
"……."
"I don't think it's weird at all."
"……."
Eloa offered no response, as if she'd slammed shut the doors to her heart.
The reason was obvious without needing to ask.
The shameful display she'd put on in front of him today.
The words she'd spoken and the expressions she'd worn just thirty minutes ago lingered in her mind.
Even generously, she could forgive it if it were regular sex.
It had been quite some time since she'd overcome the taboo and guilt between master and disciple.
But the "back" was a different story.
Pinned beneath him, she'd alternated between her front and back holes, sometimes forward, sometimes backward.
What she'd felt was, embarrassingly, an exquisite ecstasy unlike anything before.
As a result, she'd panted more lewdly than any whore—begging him to fill her back when it felt empty, to thrust into her front when that ached for it, and eventually whining through tears and snot for him to stuff both holes at once.
She, who always spoke so politely to her disciple, had uttered crude words like "back pussy" and "pussy" while acting coquettish…
She wanted to crawl into a rat hole and hide.
She couldn't even look him in the face.
"Master, look at me."
"What! What! Why do you keep telling me to look?!"
Eloa pounded lightly on Si-woo's chest, shuddering.
If she'd hit him seriously, his ribs would have caved in, so it was just petulant fussing.
As Si-woo soothed her with repeated strokes of her hair, her flailing eased a bit.
"…How could I possibly face you…? To think your master put on such a disgraceful show."
"Disgraceful? You were really cute."
"Cute! Don't say such nonsense! I was too lewd… Swept up in the moment… Ugh, and what were you doing, not stopping me?!"
"If anything, I'm grateful you tried so hard for my sake."
He meant it.
And it was the third time or so he'd said it.
Did his sincerity finally reach her?
Eloa glanced up at him with pouting eyes and leaned her head against him.
"…Really?"
"Of course! How could you be anything but lovable?"
"I won't… ever do it again. Something like this."
"That's a shame. I taught you so well for once."
As he peppered light kisses on her forehead and swept back her cherry-blossom hair, Eloa finally settled completely.
Though her eyes still glistened with embarrassed tears.
"Then… just once in a very great while."
"That's plenty."
After exchanging a few more sweet nothings, Eloa closed her eyes as if she could bear no more.
Si-woo startled at the sudden silence.
But her body seemed fine.
It was well past bedtime, and after squirting so relentlessly, she'd likely passed out from relief the moment she relaxed.
He carefully laid her in the back seat and stepped outside for a moment.
As the fresh, cool night air—untouched by any impurity—filled his nostrils,
he heard footsteps and turned.
"H-Hello…?"
There stood Della Redcliff.
She hesitated for a long moment before flicking her gaze to the ground and greeting him.
She was a witch more than hate-worthy for relentlessly tormenting Sharon in the past, yet surprisingly, Si-woo harbored no pure ill will toward her.
After all, she'd risked death to report Paola Sochitle's plot to Witchpoint.
It was hard to label as "evil" someone who'd simply grieved ordinarily for her friend's death.
Since the Witch of Cowardice perished, she'd turned over a new leaf, seemingly working for the present world's stability—teaching Si-woo that people have two faces.
"Hello."
Still, it was a bit awkward.
He worried about how long she'd been there and if she'd overheard him with his master.
His master's bedroom charms were cute and endearing, but not for sharing with others.
Besides, witch society equated master-disciple bonds to parental ones.
Si-woo was nominally her disciple, a poorly kept secret even in Gehenna…
"When did you arrive?"
"Just now. Really."
Della answered his cautious question as if poked in the side.
"Really."
It gave him a headache.
Her tone was calm now.
But moments ago, no one would have mistaken her for someone who'd just arrived.
"Did you see?"
"See what?"
Della feigned innocence oh-so-innocently.
But her anxious, distrustful glances flicking between the jeep and Si-woo gave her away.
"It's a matter tied to Master's honor. I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me."
"Sigh, sorry. I wasn't tailing you."
Della closed her eyes briefly, then raised both hands in admission.
"I just got worried when you went somewhere and took too long coming back."
Her voice betrayed the agitation she'd tried to hide.
She seemed to doubt if what she'd witnessed was a dream.
"What would there be to worry about? She's the Tiferet Duke. So, when exactly did you get here?"
"About thirty minutes ago. And I didn't mean to eavesdrop… but I heard roughly what was going on."
Thirty minutes ago…
Right before the sex ended.
Master had been climaxing repeatedly, letting out sharp moans—it was the worst-case scenario he'd feared.
At least she was asleep now.
He could handle this quietly.
"I'd be grateful if you kept what you saw today secret."
Si-woo requested politely, and Della let out a long sigh.
"Can I ask two things in return?"
"If you swear on your witch's name not to speak of it."
"You think a witch's name is sworn that lightly?"
Della frowned unpleasantly, old memories surfacing.
Back when Si-woo was still green, he'd bested her.
She'd sworn on her witch's name then, too, never to reveal his identity.
"Fine. I don't want you or the Tiferet Duke as enemies. I swear on the name of Redcliff."
An odd phrasing.
He could see not wanting Master as an enemy, but including him too?
"Me too?"
"I've been curious about you, so I looked into things afterward. You pushed the Witch of Greed to her death, right?"
"Got lucky."
Without Amelia, even his awakened subconscious would have ended in mutual destruction.
Especially fighting in a space rigged against her by Bianca's blunder.
"Sure, let's say so. Anyway."
Della shook her head, tired of obvious lies, and continued.
"Are you really in that kind of relationship with the Duke?"
"Yes, lovers."
"Master and disciple?"
"What's wrong with that? She's not an apprentice witch."
No point hiding it when she'd sworn secrecy anyway.
"I suspected from watching outside, but hearing it straight… it's shocking."
Her frank admission drew another stunned look from Della.
"But is that even worth asking? The car was shaking like crazy."
"Watching from afar is totally different from the parties confirming it."
"Then, what's the other question?"
Della seemed to ponder deeply, then brushed her flame-red hair behind her ear.
"How's Sharon doing?"
"Sharon would hate seeing you."
"I know."
Her curt reply brought back that prickly voice from their first meeting.
But the follow-up was small and subdued.
"Check for yourself later. She's staying at the Gemernai estate."
"Your tone got rude all of a sudden?"
It couldn't be helped.
By Sharon's account, Della had tormented her viciously.
Sharon seemed over it now, but hearing her name from Della's lips dredged up old bad feelings inevitably.
"She's my girlfriend, for one."
"…Hm?"
Della tilted her head a beat late.
The truth was, Della had brought up Sharon because seeing him with the Tiferet Duke jogged some memory.
As far as she knew, he lived with Sharon in the present world and they were lovers.
So she'd assumed he'd broken up with Sharon upon dating the Duke.
But girlfriend?
"Girlfriend? Not ex? Then the Tiferet Duke is…"
Della knew little of straight relationships but was an expert on lovers.
Did that mean he was two-timing?
With one leg being the Tiferet Duke, no less?
Incredulous, she pressed for confirmation.
Si-woo stated firmly.
"We're still together. Legally."
He could guess why Della tormented Sharon.
Twisted one-sided love.
So he'd make sure Della never approached Sharon again.
"You're lying."
"It's true."
"But… the Duke allows it?"
"Yes. Just so you know, this is secret too, right? I think I've answered your questions, so I'll head in."
Della gaped blankly as Si-woo climbed into the driver's seat, unable to stop him.
"You're completely insane."
She hadn't planned to pursue Sharon now anyway.
After all her changes, it was just selfish atonement—she wanted to apologize and make amends.
But learning the Tiferet Duke was in an affair with the first male witch, her own disciple Shin Si-woo, had short-circuited Della's brain.