Chapter 666
Chapter 666
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 666
Chapter Title: A Bizarre Date
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1.
It was a bizarre scene.
Rinne, her kimono flung open and her white panties pulled down just below the plump flesh of her rear.
Dorothy, staring at her with her mouth agape.
"……."
"……."
-Swish
Rinne pulled her panties back up without a word.
Dorothy shot Si-woo a look that screamed, 'You said you two weren't involved!' Her silent protest stabbed like icicles.
Even as she desperately hid her agitation from Rinne.
Rinne straightened her clothes—not too hastily, but not leisurely either—and spoke first.
"Dorothy, why are you here?"
No matter how seriously she said it, anyone who'd just flashed their juicy ass was bound to look ridiculous.
But with everything so tangled up, there was no room to laugh at the comedy.
"I'll kill you."
Rinne bared her teeth like a beast whose territory had been invaded, reaching for her sword.
Si-woo hurriedly grabbed her and tried to calm her down.
"Master."
Both Dorothy and Rinne were misunderstanding, but Rinne needed explaining first.
Dorothy at least wouldn't turn this into a bloodbath.
From the way she spoke, it seemed she'd even forgotten meeting Dorothy before. Si-woo explained the situation from the top.
"If Dorothy hadn't been here, things would've been a lot messier. Plus, she helped out while you were unconscious, Master."
"That's right~ I worked so hard as your bodyguard."
Even with Rinne there, carrying her unresponsive body to the elevator without incident owed a lot to Dorothy's presence.
"……."
Whether convinced or not, Rinne set her sword aside.
"Sorry, sorry~ Did I ruin your good time and make you mad? I'll step aside."
Dorothy poured oil on the fire that was just starting to die down.
Rinne's reaction was dramatic.
Not a trace remained of the drunken stagger from moments ago.
With a flick of her thumb, she shoved the hilt, drawing her blade in a flash.
A majestic surge of mana vibrated as her sword traced a spiraling crescent slash.
Swinging without mercy or restraint, it hurtled toward Dorothy's neck before anyone could stop it.
-Boom!
Dorothy's neck didn't fall to the near-ambush draw.
Her own blade, glowing white, blocked Rinne's strike dead.
Empowered by absolute force, Dorothy's sword didn't budge a millimeter against Rinne's ferocious blow.
"Aren't you being too shy about it?"
"I'll kill you."
Dorothy's sly taunt met Rinne's grinding threat.
Specialists both in close-quarters combat at the 22nd Hierarchy.
Watching them clash would be a feast for the eyes, but...
"Why are you doing this! Calm down!"
Si-woo barely squeezed between them.
Even if Dorothy won, mana blasts exploding in Hexennacht—where fighting was strictly forbidden—would draw eyes, making escape impossible.
If Rinne won, Dorothy—practically Lurye's aunt—would die.
No matter who got hurt here, Si-woo would be the one in trouble.
He couldn't fathom why Dorothy, who knew that, picked a fight.
...No, that's just how this big sis was.
"Step aside."
"Oh come on! Master! We don't need to fight! Dorothy, back off too! Can't we just leave quietly?!"
"I answer insults with death."
"What you're doing is repaying kindness with enmity. Forgot how you were about to lop off Randa's head right there? Even you couldn't have walked that off easy."
"……."
Rinne squeezed her eyes shut at Dorothy's brazen words—not from fatigue, but to swallow her anger.
"Hoo..."
Who'd have thought he'd see Rinne sigh like that.
The blade thrust up to Dorothy's chin snapped back into its sheath like it was sucked in.
Her head clear now, the alcohol burned off, Rinne asked,
"What do you want?"
"Right, right~ Paying off your debt now must ease your mind, huh?"
"……."
She didn't answer, but the silent affirmation was undeniable.
Either way, Rinne had indeed lost control there.
And Dorothy had stepped in to smooth things over before they got messy.
They weren't the type to exchange favors freely like close friends, so Rinne didn't want to owe her.
Dorothy's gaze shifted to Si-woo.
In that brief moment, she'd masked her shock. Her silver eyes swirled with desire and greed—a perfect act that could fool even Si-woo, who knew it was fake.
"Will you let me study this male witch?"
"Greedy."
"In return, I'll wipe today's memories clean."
Si-woo, watching Rinne's hand, saw her index finger twitch.
Thankfully, no sword was drawn.
Dorothy's smooth persuasion came first.
"Obviously, it's your private property, so I'll study it here. No permanent damage or debilitating experiments~ Deadline's two days. How's that?"
"I refuse."
"Then~ no choice."
"……."
Si-woo rooted for Dorothy since they were allies for now, but her tactics were downright nasty.
She left the consequences of refusal to the opponent's imagination.
A veiled threat that shut down objections while asserting her control over the deal.
She didn't show it, but from the apothecary earlier and her reaction to Dorothy...
Rinne was clearly embarrassed about her relationship with Si-woo.
Embarrassed even about being found out.
Dorothy had read her psyche in that short time and paired an excessive demand with intimidation.
Si-woo marveled at her practiced skill, like she'd done this before.
"Don't make it so serious~ It's not that big a request."
Dorothy eased the line like reeling in a hooked fish.
"What kind of experiment?"
"First time seeing a male witch—how could I not be curious? Obviously, I'll do what you were about to."
Si-woo's eyes widened.
He got Dorothy wanting to catch up after so long, especially with the chance seized.
But that was a hard no.
He'd been diligently dumping cum in asses to hide his mana amplification. Declaring 'let's fuck' now?
He shook his head furiously behind Rinne's back to signal her, but Dorothy ignored him.
"Sound good? Not too hard, right?"
"...Fine."
"Master, I don't want to do it with her."
Timidly objecting to the done deal—ignoring his consent—fell on deaf ears.
"You bear responsibility too. Own it."
He felt wronged.
Who could've predicted she'd strip like that?
"Right, a man's gotta own his actions."
Even Rinne piled on, teasing Si-woo mercilessly alongside Dorothy.
"One condition."
"Condition?"
"Give him control during it."
"What does that mean?"
"Promise to indulge his tastes, and I'll grant your request."
Si-woo glanced at Rinne's profile.
A perfect poker face, but a side of her he'd never seen.
Before, to hide mana amplification from her, he'd confessed extreme tastes.
Like pounding asses and treating her like a slave.
In other words, Rinne's reason for that condition was simple.
To screw over Dorothy.
Repay what she suffered with interest—a devious trap.
"Hmm~ That much I can do."
Dorothy, who'd barely glanced his way till now, grinned and eyed him up and down.
2.
Once the deal was struck, things moved swiftly.
Si-woo and Dorothy got a guest room with a plush comforter.
Contrary to Rinne's expectations, Dorothy knew more than thought—and had anticipated it.
One, Si-woo got rough in bed, and Rinne's weird clause was petty revenge on her.
Two, Shin Si-woo was hiding something about the brand's effect during climax.
Three, from that, he'd been doing Rinne from behind all this time.
So Dorothy's task was simple.
Let him ravage her ass to his heart's content.
For a reunion after so long, she craved this illicit, thrilling betrayal.
Knowing his tightrope walk, she made the risky demand anyway.
She could fix any slip-up.
"Come on, strip quick~"
Dorothy brimmed with anticipation, unlike Si-woo's reluctant face.
With Rinne—dead set on screwing Dorothy—surely monitoring next door, he couldn't say it outright...
But his eyes flashed 'Why make this so complicated?'
"Ugh, fine."
Realizing complaints to Dorothy were pointless, Si-woo shed his clothes.
"Sooo exciting."
Dorothy wiggled her hips in a weird dance, beaming.
"……."
Rinne in the next room, separated by thin paper doors—gathering data and eager to watch Dorothy squirm.
The curtain rose on the bizarre sex show.