Chapter 677
Chapter 677
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 677
Chapter Title: Turning Point (2)
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1.
Rinne was left alone after the Witch of Gold departed.
She calmly sorted through the situation, moistening her lips with the now-cold tea.
The ownership of Si-woo belonged entirely to Rinne.
It was because she had been the first to step forward into the "Rabbit Hunt" when everyone else hesitated.
No one could take him away without permission or use him up for their own purposes.
However, it was clear that the conflict between the hawks and the doves was intensifying.
The fact that Lydia herself had moved her heavy hips to negotiate directly was proof of that.
The more intense their confrontation became, the more precarious Si-woo's safety would be.
For now, Rinne's shadow provided sufficient protection, but who knew what unforeseen event might occur soon.
Public figures never scrupled over their means when pursuing their goals, after all.
…
It was a sufficiently peaceful time.
She probably wouldn't be able to spend her days so leisurely like before anymore.
The fog of Hexennacht's power dynamics cleared from her mind, replaced by another issue swelling up like clouds.
No matter how capable Rinne was, she couldn't fend off every demonic hand reaching out from all directions.
Time to learn about Si-woo had suddenly become limited.
Somehow, she had to induce his magic power amplification effect...
Recalling the sight from last night of Dorothy and Si-woo entangled together, Rinne couldn't help but grimace in disgust.
To think she had to mimic that vulgar display just to trigger magic amplification.
Even Rinne, who would do anything for strength, had her limits.
"Ah, h-hello..."
After much deliberation, Rinne summoned Yebin to her room.
Until recently, Rinne had no manual whatsoever for this.
She had assumed that if she just offered her backside, he'd shake his hips however he pleased and eventually satisfy himself, unleashing the magic amplification.
But Dorothy, serving as a test subject, had dissected Si-woo's preferences in detail, making Rinne realize she'd taken it far too lightly.
That left only one option remaining.
As irritating as it was, she had to seek counsel.
"But why did you call me?"
Suddenly summoned, Yebin glanced at Rinne with eyes full of unease.
Rinne stared intently at Yebin's chest, where she knelt with her head bowed.
That size was about the same as Dorothy's.
Men statistically preferred women with larger breasts, so Yebin must have received plenty of suitors.
Moreover, as a doctor, she could probably analyze male eros from both biological and psychological perspectives.
She seemed quite suitable for consulting on this issue.
"Doctor, if you divulge any of our conversation here to the outside, I'll kill you."
This was no idle threat.
Regardless of the circumstances, Rinne's consultation boiled down to the vulgar goal of "satisfying a man."
Even Rinne, who cared nothing for public opinion, would face no small embarrassment if such a scandal spread.
Sealing lips tight was essential.
"Y-yes... Understood. I'll keep it a secret, for sure!"
Rinne, sitting face-to-face with Yebin, confirmed her compliance.
"Are you a virgin?"
"Pardon?"
"I asked if you've been with a man."
Ignoring Yebin's wide-eyed surprise, Rinne asked again.
Yebin hesitated at first but slowly nodded.
"Yes... Well... I'm not a virgin."
"Good."
Satisfied with the answer she'd hoped for, Rinne paid no mind to Yebin's sudden humiliation at being outed as non-virgin.
"I have questions. Answer honestly."
"Yes."
By now, Yebin could grasp the situation.
She knew in detail how Si-woo and Rinne had come together, and what lies Si-woo had told Rinne in the process.
After the culture shock from the Witch of the Quadrants and Si-woo's shocking sex last night, Rinne was seeking advice on man-woman relations.
"Do men like large breasts?"
…
That was Rinne's first question.
Last night, he had shown immense interest in Dorothy's breasts.
Crude nicknames like milk jugs or titty tanks, and making her moo like a cow—it all pointed to an extension of his breast fixation, Rinne judged.
"Yes, generally they seem to like them."
"Why?"
"W-well... They look nice? Maybe that's it?"
"Answer properly."
Under Rinne's stern command, Yebin fumbled for a response.
"Large breasts serve as an indicator of fertility, and across various cultures, they've been extolled as symbols of physical beauty, so it might be a learned sexual preference."
Then there was a possibility that Si-woo didn't feel sexual satisfaction with Rinne because of her breast size.
Rinne's expression grew serious upon realizing this.
If it were something she could compensate for with effort, fine—but innate physical traits were beyond control.
There were potions to enlarge breasts, but they would ruin the perfect proportions of her frame, so it wasn't purely a plus.
"Am I lacking?"
"Pardon?"
"No more questions back. Do I lack sexual appeal because my breasts are small?"
In that moment, Yebin felt like the magic mirror forced to answer before a temperamental queen.
Indeed, among witches, Rinne's breasts were on the smaller side.
In the past, when she'd been with Si-woo, he'd eyed Yebin's chest hungrily more than once or twice, so he clearly preferred larger ones.
But spilling all the facts would be too scary with Rinne, and besides, her connection to Si-woo was a secret from the start.
So she opted for a tactful half-truth.
"I'm not a man, so I can't say for sure... But I know the points where men feel attraction aren't just that one thing."
Trailing off, Yebin quickly added an explanation.
"For example, beautiful features are obviously attractive too. Hips or buttocks have their own appeal, don't you think?"
…
"Like how you're incredibly slender with such an alluring backside, so emphasizing that could..."
Frightened by the silent stare, she'd overstepped into unsolicited advice, now worrying she'd crossed a line.
"Emphasize?"
Contrary to her fears, Rinne seemed to actually listen to Yebin.
"How do you do that?"
She even posed a follow-up question.
"Maybe by subtly showing it off?"
Hearing Yebin's advice, Rinne pondered deeply.
She had always shown him her naked backside.
The lack of reaction so far was circumstantial evidence that it wasn't enough on its own.
"Tell me other methods."
"Clothing has a big impact too, I think. Things like stockings or leggings that emphasize the lower body."
"All form-fitting garments."
"Pretty much."
Then loose traditional attire might also clash with his tastes.
Yebin explained earnestly within her knowledge, while Rinne listened, conducting her own analysis.
The advice proved more helpful than expected, so Rinne intended to extract everything she could.
"Another question."
"Yes, I'll answer whatever I know."
"Is a woman's moaning important?"
Unlike Rinne, who had silently endured his thrusts without so much as a hitch in her breath, Dorothy had wailed last night with pitiful, seductive nasal tones.
Narrowing the gap between Dorothy and herself was crucial, making this a major issue too.
Yebin imagined it briefly.
If Si-woo inserted himself without a single ragged breath, emotionless and devoid of desire...
It wouldn't feel good at all.
What would be the difference from a sex doll?
"Mm... Probably. Reacting like that would draw him in more."
"Why?"
"Sex is an act of deep communion and intersection. Moaning is proof that your partner is feeling good."
"Then what's the relation between a beast's howl and sexual arousal? You heard it yesterday too."
This follow-up connected to the previous, delving into Rinne's most baffling and incomprehensible aspect of his tastes.
Objectively, Dorothy's cries last night had been utterly indecent.
Yet Si-woo had gotten aroused watching her howl like a beast—Rinne, hearing it all from the side, knew that much.
He'd even forced it on Dorothy despite her clear refusal.
How could a moaning style at the opposite extreme from sultry, seductive, or sensual ignite lust?
"Well, that's because..."
But Yebin somehow understood his taste.
Just last night, hadn't she rubbed her thighs together thinking, "What if Si-woo made me do that too?"
When coerced into something shameful you'd never do sober, at your partner's command, a masochistic thrill wells up that's hard to articulate.
Tracing it back, she could infer why Si-woo demanded such acts.
In short...
"I think it's because he wants to see his partner embarrassed."
"Embarrassed?"
"Yes, the sight of them reluctantly complying while blushing—and the desire to monopolize a side they'd never show anyone else."
Unlike Yebin, who instantly conjured apt examples, it was an alien concept to Rinne, who had never even felt sexual excitement, let alone desire.
"So, it satisfies a sense of conquest?"
"Sense of conquest."
Like a student summarizing the key point, Rinne repeated Yebin's lesson.
Despite the embarrassing topic, Rinne's dead-serious reaction eased the awkwardness.
"I see now."
After much contemplation, Rinne slowly nodded.
She knew nothing of the vague emotions between man and woman.
But the conquest of bending an opponent after fierce battle? That she understood.
If that was it, Si-woo's actions and his shameless display yesterday made sense.
He had dominated Dorothy on the bed, affirming and flaunting his superiority as a male.
That behavior sparked his sexual satisfaction.
It checked out.
At the same time, Rinne's eyes narrowed.
She had found a clue to his sexual wall, which she'd thought incomprehensible for life.
Whether she could accept it was another matter entirely.
"You've been helpful. Leave."
She had filled all the informational gaps for now.
What remained was to organize it alone and devise a plan—no more need for Yebin's help or advice.
Left alone in the room, Rinne sat in seiza and began pondering her new strategy.