Chapter 660
Chapter 660
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 660
Chapter Title: A Bizarre Date
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“Guhk!”
A sharp gasp escaped her.
The cock pumped in its third load of semen, sloshing thickly.
Rinne took the ejaculation deep in her rear.
She had wrung a full three loads out of him.
Yet Rinne showed no real change beyond a slight flush on her cheeks and her asshole gaping just a touch.
Even that latter bit recovered to normal after a few drops of cum dribbled out, as if nothing had happened at all.
“...”
Rinne stroked her lower belly for a moment before delivering her verdict.
“That's enough now. Go.”
She used magic to clean her body spotless, then slipped back into the clothes she'd discarded earlier.
She sat right down by the brazier, boiling water to prepare her tea.
Si-woo was utterly robbed of words by this unforeseen turn of events, but Rinne carried on with an infuriatingly composed air.
“Tomorrow too.”
Her words stabbed into the back of Si-woo's head as he trudged out alone, dejected.
The mental shock of being so unceremoniously booted out left him reeling.
All the confidence he'd built up through countless nights of prowess had crumbled powerlessly before an ironclad defense.
It wasn't all bad, though.
For one, he hadn't given Rinne even the slightest pretext regarding mana amplification.
And in the future, once she realized anal sex offered no real benefits, she wouldn't demand it under the guise of pleasure.
Looking at it objectively, these were all upsides.
So why this nagging sense of having his very manhood denied?
Si-woo reached one conclusion after close observation.
Rinne was definitely feeling it.
She just didn't show it.
The first ejaculation had made her climax once, the second twice.
The third, where he'd thrown everything he had into it, had sent her over the edge five times at least.
Her body was screaming as much, at any rate...
“No, how does a person even...?”
But considering whether sheer endurance could suppress that, or if someone could really show no sign of it at all, the puzzle deepened once more.
He opened the door, and there waiting were Ye-bin and Alice, still awake and watching for him.
Both wore faces full of worry.
“What happened?”
“What's going on?”
They must have been fretting ever since he'd been summoned to Rinne after that mess with Alice.
Si-woo had enjoyed some luxury despite the unusual circumstances, which left him feeling awkwardly sheepish.
“Just... a new schedule got added.”
“A new schedule?”
Si-woo glanced at Alice.
He hadn't properly briefed her on the escape plan yet.
Even if she'd helped out temporarily once before, she had served as Rinne's watchdog, after all.
Who knew if she'd flip the situation based on her own calculations of gain and loss.
Alice caught his wary look and spoke first.
“I do have some shame, you know. I've already received two huge favors from you. Once you showed mercy... And I really am grateful, so I won't go flipping sides like some opportunist.”
Alice explained that she had no choice with Manya and Malisha in Rinne's hands.
She added that since Rinne was using her as a spy, she could actually manipulate information from the middle.
“And I'm no fool. Sticking with you is way safer than banking on some public promise. I swear on the name of Alice Even Hyan—I won't betray you.”
“If you put it that way...”
After all the circling, he'd achieved his goal of bringing Alice into the escape crew.
With Si-woo tied up with Rinne all day, the more hands and feet to help, the better.
And in the worst case, he could deploy a 20th Hierarchy archwitch as combat support—far more efficient than going solo.
“Alright then.”
Si-woo laid out the escape plan for Alice.
There was a dimensional transfer spell among his self-generated magic, but it was incomplete, so they needed to reference Hexennacht's 'gate.'
Just in case, he skipped mana amplification during sex and explained tonight's events.
He even mixed in a lie about Rinne harboring some strange misunderstanding.
It was information manipulation that might raise flags if scrutinized, but Alice didn't seem to have the bandwidth for that.
“D-Dimensional transfer spell...?”
Her jaw dropped the moment she heard 'dimensional transfer spell,' eyes wide in shock.
“Isn't that part of Keter's magic?”
“It doesn't compare to hers at all. I'm just mimicking it.”
“No, still... that's impressive.”
Gehenna was a space gathered from excised dimensions in the present world.
Keter had maintained that massive shadow realm for centuries with minimal upkeep.
All Si-woo could manage was opening a space by piggybacking off one of her great feats: the gate.
Even so, Alice couldn't close her mouth.
The ploy to show her a solid escape key had landed perfectly.
It was too enticing a prospect for second thoughts.
“Anyway, I still have some energy left today.”
“Yeah, you look it.”
This was the silver lining he was clinging to.
Sex consumed no small amount of stamina.
Especially ejaculating three times in six hours.
But Si-woo was a stamina monster who could outlast an anaconda for three days and nights straight if he set his mind to it.
It took less out of him than sparring matches with blood spraying and bones cracking.
Normally he'd crash after a massage from Ye-bin upon returning to his room, but now he had time to research.
Rinne might demand more than anal anytime, or she might drop it soon.
Either way, he had to make the most of this uncertain reprieve.
“Don't disturb me while I'm focusing.”
He closed his eyes, leaving a dazed Alice behind.
Even if Rinne's surveillance was lax, he couldn't leave research notes as evidence.
There'd been cases of getting caught that way before.
So he'd refine the dimensional transfer spell entirely in his head.
Tough, but doable.
With eyes shut and mind focused, his consciousness sank deep.
The mental space manifesting his self-generated magic within the brand unfolded before him—his Ein.
He couldn't perfect it yet without directly analyzing the gate.
So this was about laying the groundwork first.
It had been about ten days since he'd been captured at Hexennacht.
He'd finally taken the first step toward escape.
2.
Two days passed since then.
The days were smooth, if not exactly easy—no major incidents.
About eight hours of sparring a day, followed by four to six hours of secret trysts with Rinne in the tearoom.
No changes in their relations there either.
Not even once did they switch positions.
Rinne standing ramrod straight like bamboo.
Si-woo inserted from behind, skewering her like a spit-roast.
Three ejaculations, no mana amplification.
Done.
Using the breathing room, he'd roughed out the framework for the dimensional transfer spell.
Now it was time to analyze the actual 'gate.'
Until now, he'd based the formula on Gehenna's gate, but if Hexennacht's differed, it'd all be for naught.
To do that, he needed to leave Fragrant Moon Tower and head into Hexennacht proper...
He had a good excuse prepared for it.
-Swish, swish.
Today's priestly sex session wrapped up.
No pillow talk cuddling, of course—Rinne turned her back to Si-woo and draped herself in the clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor.
Things between Rinne and Si-woo remained the same.
In other words, no change from the very start.
“Master.”
“...?”
Was it odd for Si-woo, who usually left with a curt greeting, to suddenly call her name?
Rinne, brushing out her slightly tousled hair, tilted her head.
“I'd like to go out tomorrow.”
“No.”
He hadn't expected agreement right off the bat.
“It's necessary.”
“You're a male witch. This is Hexennacht.”
“I understand. That's why I'm asking you to come with me.”
“...”
Expression drained from Rinne's face.
She rarely showed emotion anyway, but when she went full poker face with just her eyes gleaming, it was terrifying.
Like she could read your every thought.
The mask slipped back on, and Rinne returned to her prickly demeanor.
If she showed even half of Lurye's emotional range, she'd probably be pouting right now.
He could guess why: resentment at not being able to train.
“Tell me why.”
“I need an aphrodisiac.”
“...”
Rinne blinked.
“I'm not a faucet. Aren't I doing this three times a day at your request? At this rate, my bones will wear out, and it'll mess up my sparring.”
Far from true.
Back in his prime, he'd spent twice this long in bed every day—it was just an excuse.
“I'll send a doctor.”
“Won't I be living here long-term? If I get a chance to sightsee, I'd like to go myself.”
He still had two more prepared excuses, so no backing down.
He dangled the bait.
“And there's something I haven't mentioned yet. You had doubts about how the Tiferet Duke got stronger, right?”
“Yes.”
Rinne's eyes flashed brighter than ever in their talks.
Si-woo steadied himself.
He had to lie, and it pricked his conscience a bit.
“I have a hunch about that. Officially, the Tiferet Duke and I were master and disciple—unofficially, lovers.”
“I know.”
“Well, I was after her halo, but she fell genuinely in love with me.”
Sorry, Master. It was never like that.
“What of it?”
“Maybe love made the Tiferet Duke stronger... That's my theory. It could work for me too. You and I already do everything together. Why not try all sorts of things and fall in love? Might make us stronger.”
The 'power of love' hypothesis.
A crude, cringeworthy argument.
But it fit the Shin Si-woo he'd been playing to the hilt.
Not all intentional, but he'd shown himself as a morally loose, womanizing, arrogant edgelord who'd do anything for power.
“So you could call this a date, even.”
Besides, he knew Rinne's obsessive streak bone-deep.
Even the tiniest chance, and she'd take nonsense seriously.
One minute, two, three.
In the heavy, unreadable silence, Rinne finally nodded.
“Fine.”
It felt like she was just humoring his nonsense, though.
And so, their second outing into Hexennacht was set.