Chapter 675
Chapter 675
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 675
Chapter Title: Duel! (3)
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"What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Come on in!"
"No, I'm fine out here."
"I said come in! I don't show her off to just anybody."
Rozhi beckoned him with an excited lilt in her voice.
It didn't appeal to him in the slightest.
But with Rozhi nagging that she wouldn't leave the room unless Si-woo came in, he reluctantly stepped forward.
"What do you think of our Mama? Pretty, right?"
Rozhi hugged the witch from behind like she was clutching a giant teddy bear, rubbing her cheek against hers as she asked.
"She's truly beautiful."
Did the witch mistake Si-woo's insincere reply for the words of a kindred spirit sharing her tastes?
Ripples of clear aversion stirred in the jade-green eyes of the black-haired witch—far sharper than what she showed Rozhi.
"Liar."
Rozhi snorted at the soulless response.
She hadn't seen through his true feelings.
Her cheeks puffed out with expectant glee, as if she still had plenty more to brag about.
"I haven't even shown you everything about how amazing Mama is yet."
"Is that so?"
He gave a vague reply, playing along with this silly back-and-forth for now.
Rozhi's hands, which had been nibbling at the witch's nape, slipped into the loose neckline of her slip dress.
"Wait and see. Stay still, Mama. You're a good girl and you'll listen, right?"
"Eut...!"
The black-haired witch's body went rigid.
It was as if a snake had slithered inside her clothes.
"Ta-da!"
Rozhi yanked the straps of the dress off both shoulders.
With how baggy it was to begin with, her breasts popping out was only natural.
Si-woo reflexively turned his head away.
He hadn't pieced it together right away due to the odd term of endearment, but Rozhi's attitude toward her made it obvious.
No matter how he looked at it, the black-haired witch was Rozhi's sex slave.
He couldn't help her right now.
Still, he wanted to spare her at least the humiliation of being degraded in front of a total stranger.
"What the hell? Why'd you turn away? I told you to look!"
"Can't we just play witchboard?"
"Look at this first, and then we will. Promise."
But Rozhi seemed eager to show off, treating him like an easy mark.
Even as he stubbornly kept his gaze averted, she kept prodding him until he finally looked—and frowned.
A thin ring glinted on Rozhi's slender finger.
The ring pierced the witch's nipple, and Rozhi had yanked it taut, stretching it out long.
The signs of abuse didn't end there.
Her exposed chest was covered in circular scars that were unmistakably bite marks from Rozhi.
"I gave her these as presents."
"I see. Then can we—"
"No, no, not done yet. Spread your legs wider, Mama."
Rozhi nibbled and licked the witch's earlobe as she commanded her, and the witch, sitting on the bed, slowly parted her thighs.
Rozhi's hand delved unhesitatingly beneath the hem of her dress and began moving vigorously.
It was a pose like she was hugging her from behind and jerking her off by proxy.
"Ahng... Hnng...."
The witch squeezed her eyes shut, stifling her moans, but Rozhi pried her mouth open as if to display her and moved her hand even more aggressively.
-Jingle! Jingle!
-Squelch! Squelch!
Two melodies rang out in unison.
The tinkling of bells and the sticky drip of fluids.
"What's that sound?"
"Piercings?"
Rozhi beamed, delighted that he'd noticed.
"Exactly! I pierced a ton of holes and hung bells on all of them. Super slutty, right? Even when she cums and I pull my hand away, they keep jingling. Show Si-woo quick, Mama."
"Ha-ut... Ah... Aaaang...! I-I'm gonna... Rozhi...."
There was no tender care in her touch—just the rough handling of a toy.
Yet the black-haired witch's hips shuddered violently in moments, her back arching.
At that instant, Rozhi's hand withdrew from under her skirt.
-Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
"Hrrgh! Gruuuh!"
No stimulation at all, yet the merry bell chimes and the witch's ragged breaths filled the room.
Rozhi gazed at Si-woo with the smug pride of a magician who'd pulled off a great trick.
"What do you think?"
"......"
That was the point where Si-woo's patience hit its limit.
This was no role-play—it was brutally real.
The utter violation of her human rights and dignity didn't arouse him; it turned his stomach.
Most terrifying was that Rozhi showed no remorse whatsoever, not even a hint that she recognized this as 'wrong.'
"Wanna try it with Mama?"
She licked the love juices from her fingers with her scarlet tongue as she spoke.
"I wasn't gonna let it go this far at first, but I'm making an exception for you."
"Ro, Rozhi...."
The witch's face, unchanged through all the humiliations so far, went deathly pale in an instant.
She called Rozhi's name in plea, but Rozhi ignored her completely.
"You're a huge witchboard fan, and I even showed you magic, so I'll let you have a go as a special treat. You want it too, right, Mama? He's my friend."
He could tell instinctively it was a hollow excuse.
This wasn't an offer for Si-woo's sake to begin with.
She just enjoyed tormenting and humiliating the witch she called Mama.
"If he's Rozhi's friend...."
"Just don't fall head over heels. Mama's one hot piece—if you're not careful, she'll melt you into a puddle."
Despite her words constantly being cut off, the witch—who could only shrink in silence—hung her head and whimpered.
"But Rozhi.... You said last time was definitely the last...."
"Mama, this is really the absolute last time. It's for Pina, remember? We promised. Right?"
"...Pina...."
"Go on, seduce him. I love watching you flirt."
Rozhi unwrapped her snake-like legs from the witch's waist.
She patted her ass, and the witch shuffled forward like a condemned prisoner heading to the gallows.
Her eyes—denied any emotion but despair and grief—turned toward Si-woo.
"Lady Rozhi. I don't want this."
"I do. So sit tight."
Rozhi's firm words ended the matter, and the witch looked at Si-woo in desperate appeal.
It wasn't a plea for him to refuse—it was a silent beg not to defy her.
"Handsome gentleman, please... take my body...."
She bit her trembling lips, forcing out the words through her shame and humiliation.
Her tiny, crawling voice was spurred on by Rozhi's urging.
"Mama, that's too prim. Show him your blind date moves?"
No sooner had she spoken than the witch shed her half-off dress and stood naked.
"Please.... Please! Fuck this stupid bitch...."
Beneath the flimsy fabric lay countless bruises and bite marks.
Her ravaged garden was too horrific to describe.
Even in her upright stance, it was clear Rozhi had treated her body like a piercing display rack.
He wanted to intervene right then.
But she seemed under some kind of threat.
For now, Si-woo refusing might spare her the shame—but he had no power to protect her from whatever came after.
In that brief hesitation, the witch's pleas continued.
"I'll do anything a gentleman desires. Even these nipples... I've trained them to be as sensitive as my clit.... It's my first time with a man, but I'll serve you with my life...!"
But he couldn't listen anymore.
It felt like he was becoming the oppressor trampling this poor witch alongside her.
"That's enough."
He'd tried to hold it in, but Si-woo's voice came out rough.
"Why? Mama not good enough?"
Rozhi didn't care in the slightest.
Her breezy tone suggested she never imagined her one-sided 'generosity' could disgust someone.
"Ah, ah.... No, Rozhi... I'll do it again! Sir...! Sir, please have mercy...!"
"Shh shh."
Rozhi hopped off the bed and stood beside the witch.
The witch's shoulders, already fidgeting, now quaked like aspen leaves.
"Sorry. Mama's new to guys, so she got shy. Even I thought that seduction was kinda bland. She usually does so much better, but she disappoints me like this."
"No, that's not it."
"Then why refuse?"
"We have to play witchboard."
He already had the perfect excuse.
With any luck, it would deflect any backlash onto the witch.
"Ah."
Rozhi let out a low sigh.
Then she burst into loud laughter, her earrings jingling wildly with the exaggerated motion.
"Right, right, that's why we're here?"
"Exactly. I went out of my way to make time. It'd be a shame to waste more when a duel with a top-tier witchboard player like Lady Rozhi is right around the corner."
"Slipped my mind. Sorry. Everyone says I'm a bit scatterbrained."
The sadistic glee that had dripped from every word was gone.
She was back to the cheerful, bright Rozhi from the parlor.
Even so, Si-woo no longer saw her that way.
She looked like a grotesque monster wearing flayed human skin.
"Sorry, Mama. Rozhi got too excited."
"It's fine. Mama's okay."
"Yeah, go rest inside. We'll have fun with Pina later for sure. Bye."
The iron bars and door slammed shut, and they returned to the playroom.
Rozhi fetched the witchboard from the shelf and set it up as if nothing had happened.
"I'll handle setup."
There was no sign of her offering the brandy she'd mentioned earlier.
It wasn't that he suddenly minded the waste—it was like she'd forgotten she'd even said it.
"......"
His mouth tasted foul, and his mood was utterly sour.
But what could he do?
If only he could rescue that witch too.
Yet in the city of good and evil, Si-woo was powerless against the Silent Witch of high standing.
All he could mutter were these cowardly excuses.
At best, he pinned faint hopes on including her in the wager and taking her away.
"Shall we start? You can go first."
"Thank you."
They each claimed three mana sources, traded a move apiece, and the game began.