Chapter 695
Chapter 695
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 695
Chapter Title: Torment and Choice
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1.
A night of frenzy had passed, and a chilling silence now blanketed the tearoom.
Si-woo lay sprawled out, with Rinne burrowed into his arms like a fox deep in winter hibernation.
Their breaths harmonized in the air, the two of them naked, using the kimono tossed carelessly on the floor as a blanket.
Rinne, shivering in the frigid night air, had instinctively wriggled deeper into Si-woo's embrace.
"Umm..."
Her eyes floated open in a hazy, half-awake daze.
Heavy from the extreme mental and physical toll of the previous night, her eyelids kept dragging her toward the realm of sleep.
"...?!"
But Rinne's eyes flew wide open.
For a witch who needed no sleep, dozing was simply a way to savor the refreshment and vitality of awakening.
With her senses dulled, Rinne could never feel that invigoration—instead, it only triggered the deep-seated anxiety buried within her that time was being wasted.
Thus, Rinne was a witch who never truly slept.
Let alone sharing a bed with someone.
Much less naked, pressed so close that she could feel another's skin against hers.
The warm yet firm, utterly unfamiliar sensation against her back had frozen Rinne's drifting consciousness solid.
She bolted upright.
Her jet-black eyes, wide as saucers, darted wildly around the room.
A cramped tearoom.
Clothes flung about haphazardly.
Her disciple, Shin Si-woo, deep in slumber beside her, lying on his side.
And the undeniable evidence of her own naked body having slept soundly in his arms just moments ago.
The fragmented memories stitched back together, and in the theater of Rinne's mind, last night's scenes flashed by like a panorama.
The ecstatic melodies bursting between her neurons, the vulgar cries she had sobbed while writhing in his strong embrace.
"Uh...!"
In that instant, the lingering echoes of pleasure that had ravaged her body coursed through her veins.
Yet it was unmistakably phantom pain—something that no longer existed.
Rinne's seal had suppressed the alcohol's effects as always, pulling her back into the mire of a joyless, barren life.
So all that remained for Rinne was sharp shame and prickly self-loathing.
As her mind cleared a bit more, the memories replayed.
This reel was far more vivid than the grainy black-and-white silent film of moments ago.
All the lewd coquetry and fawning she had directed at him.
Not content with the pleasure from being taken from behind, she had spread her womanhood wide and begged him to thrust into her.
When he wouldn't oblige so easily, she had knelt before her disciple, bowed her head, and pleaded for him to fuck her.
She had lost her virginity in that posture of submission.
She had squealed like a pig being slaughtered, unleashing a torrent of obscene moans and wails.
In the end, she had blacked out while being pounded, her clitoris— the most sensitive spot—teased relentlessly.
"......"
Even if it were someone else's experience, it was a series of acts that would make one grimace at the depravity and recoil in horror at the vulgarity.
Realizing it was her own doing.
"Ugh...!"
Flames erupted across Rinne's face in an instant.
A conflagration rivaling the wildfires that would scar history.
"Gah!"
Rinne sprang up and kicked Si-woo square in the side.
Si-woo, lost in the sweetest slumber, let out a sharp yelp and tumbled across the floor, sprawling out flat.
Awakened by the sudden pain, the sight that greeted Si-woo was Rinne—hair standing on end, teeth gritted—straddling his chest.
Her naked body in full mount position, no time even to grab her clothes.
"Y-You... You... You...!!!"
"M-Master?"
-Slap!
A searing sting exploded across Si-woo's cheek, his blood running cold at her goblin-like fury.
-Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"You...! Idiot! Trash! Pervert! Worthless scum! Moron!"
"Gah! Gack! Gack! Gack!"
Rinne spat every foul insult she knew, timing them with the slaps to his cheeks.
Her fury-laden palms alternated left and right, leaving vivid handprints.
"Women! Don't! Cum white stuff!"
"Argh! Argh! Argh!"
"Die! Get out! Right now!"
Her roar echoed deafeningly as she belatedly saw through Si-woo's lie from the night before.
Only after his cheeks swelled like balloons did Si-woo manage to grab his clothes and dress.
2.
"Ah, hiss. It won't stop..."
Si-woo pinched his stinging nose and headed toward the inn's guest rooms at Hyangwol Tower.
His cheeks bore cartoonish handprints that throbbed, and blood trickled down his neck with a metallic tang...
"Phew..."
Still, he could breathe a deep sigh of satisfied relief.
Last night's results had been near perfection.
Let's review.
Did he leave Rinne with an experience so humiliating she'd never dare repeat it? => YES
Did he avoid detection on the mana amplification and its clues? => YES
Did he survive all those antics with his life intact? => YES
Was the sex so mind-blowing his dick nearly burst just reminiscing? => SEX!
He had cleared the main quest, snagged achievements, and even hidden collectibles—a flawless night.
Who would whine about a nosebleed after such gains?
If he had to nitpick a worry, it was Rinne getting addicted not to mana amplification, but to the 'pleasure,' and demanding service on that basis...
Even that wasn't a huge concern.
He had observed her long enough.
Rinne's personality was, if anything, more rigid and face-conscious than her master's.
It would take time before she, in her current rage-kicking him out, proposed sex again.
That bought time to reconnect with Dorothy. And even if she demanded it sooner, he now knew doing it like last night would handle it.
In any case, Rinne had declared she needed to wash her defiled body and headed to the hot springs. With no mention of today's sparring schedule, he naturally returned to the lodging for some genuine sweet rest.
-Slide
The moment he slid open the door, Yebin and Alice's gazes locked onto him simultaneously.
At first, he thought it was just worry for a comrade dragged off by a scary landlord overnight.
But he sensed a subtle shift in their temperatures.
"Y-You're back?"
"Welcome home?"
Both Yebin and Alice eyed him with the distance of encountering an alien lifeform—equal parts curiosity and shock.
"You must be tired. Get some rest."
"No, I slept well, so I'm fine..."
Alice in particular wrapped her arms around herself the instant Si-woo's eyes met hers, as if her clothes might peel off.
Tracing back the cause, Si-woo felt a twinge of awkwardness himself.
This wasn't the first time the two had acted this strained.
"Did you... by any chance, hear anything here last night?"
The tearoom to the guest rooms had a garden between them—a fair distance.
For sounds to carry that far meant it had been that intense.
"We only heard Rinne's voice, but bits and pieces came through."
Alice nodded casually, as if it were no big deal.
Though she couldn't hide her stiffening cheeks.
"I-I have stuff to do...!"
Yebin, blushing with embarrassment, excused herself to clean.
Still weary, Si-woo aimed to avoid the bedding.
Only Alice, who had been pretending otherwise, sidled closer slyly.
"Hey. What the hell did you do?"
"Just did it."
"'Just did it' and made that stoic landlady wail all night...? You didn't use some dangerous drug, did you?"
"Nothing like that."
Alice peered intently at Si-woo's embarrassed face.
Knowing Shin Si-woo was actually a decent guy made him far less intimidating than during the Dorothy incident.
Yet the Rinne—whom she couldn't imagine naked under a man—had yowled like a cat in heat all night.
Manya and Malisha were skilled too, but even Alice, handling both at once, had never moaned that blissfully.
How could this not pique her curiosity?
"Ahem..."
Clearing her throat, Alice whispered as if prying a intimate secret.
"Share some of that technique with me."
"What technique?"
"Do I have to say it? The method you used yesterday."
"There's really no special technique."
After repeated prodding yielded nothing, Alice backed off on her own.
Already deep in debt, she had no intention of overreaching on his affections.
But his tight-lipped secrecy only fueled her curiosity.
What on earth had turned Rinne into that?
One suspect came to mind.
Something women lacked, but men had between their legs.
Was it that good?
If she ever slept with Shin Si-woo later, would she end up making those sounds too?
"Me and my..."
Still, she had no leisure for such idle thoughts in her current straits.
With a wry smile, Alice dimmed the stand lamp quietly so the staggering Si-woo could burrow into the bedding undisturbed.
3.
-Bubble bubble bubble
Having chased Shin Si-woo away, Rinne soaked alone in the hot springs.
Submerging up to her nostrils in the steaming water, she blew bubbles while lost in thought.
The rage that had boiled over moments ago had fogged into rising steam, no longer so fierce.
Though the sharp shards of shame and self-mockery still stabbed relentlessly at her heart.
Yet weaving persistently between those pangs...
Was the blaze of rapture that had consumed her amid last night's ravishment.
She had lived her entire life chasing strength alone.
A thorny path of asceticism, grinding her body for a peace of mind others found in daily life.
A life of ennui, numb and rigid.
Shin Si-woo had sprinkled heavenly nectar upon it.
Dignity as a master, authority as an archmage.
He showed her the joys of womanhood awaiting if she cast them all aside.
To confess without deceit: Rinne had gladly spread her legs to lap up his honey.
That was why, despite such humiliation, she couldn't bring herself to sever her insolent disciple's neck.
Of course, that wasn't the only reason.
"......"
Rinne suddenly lifted her head, her hand slipping between her legs.
Her clitoris, which had jutted so acutely yesterday that a mere brush sent her reeling.
Now it huddled small within its hood.
Touching it yielded nothing.
Because the alcohol's influence was gone?
Then, if she drank again and asked Shin Si-woo to touch her, could she feel that pleasure once more?
"That is the path of the demonic deviant..."
Just recalling the spectacle she had made for him raised goosebumps of revulsion across her skin.
Yet Rinne also felt a thirst so intense it choked her.
Because closing her eyes even briefly scattered last night's ecstatic visions behind her lids.
-Bubble bubble bubble
She withdrew her hand from between her legs and sank her temptation-filled head beneath the surface.
Her dilemma only deepened.