Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Twin Rice Bowl (6)
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1.
Amelia just couldn't fall asleep.
She wasn't one to enjoy sleep much to begin with, but she'd lain down precisely to sort out her unusually tangled thoughts.
"Hoo..."
Amelia let out a deep sigh and needlessly lifted her closed eyelids.
The nagging thoughts clinging to her like a knotted ball of yarn probably wouldn't be shaken off even by her fatigue perfume.
After tossing and turning for a while, she straightened her disheveled nightgown and hair, then stood by the window.
Bright moonlight flooded into the room, sharp enough to cut.
Bathed in the pale glow, Amelia blankly stared at her reflection in the glass.
"Hoo..."
Another sigh.
Why did her heart feel so uneasy?
A nagging sense that something wasn't quite right.
As she mulled over the day's events, the image that flashed through her mind was that of her diligent exclusive slave.
"Not this again..."
She trailed off, shaking her head vigorously.
But once his lingering image had seeped into her thoughts, it refused to leave easily.
When had this started?
Amelia had never been the type to dwell on others.
For a witch single-mindedly pursuing mastery of magic, human relationships were meaningless—or a luxury at best.
Aside from her occasional thoughts of her master, no one had ever barged into her heart...
In that sense, Shin Siwoo was a profoundly unfamiliar presence.
The audacious, brazen slave who'd dealt her a massive humiliation—and the slave she'd tormented multiple times in revenge.
At first, she'd been utterly displeased and repulsed by his refusal of her "night service" invitation.
It was the first time in her life she'd felt such towering rage.
So she'd tormented him.
Assigning pointless overtime, kicking him out to rundown lodgings, nitpicking every time they met.
That must have been when it began.
That's when Siwoo started popping into the mind of Amelia, who let no one but her master into her heart.
Even if the emotions—love and hate—were polar opposites.
Had it stopped there, Amelia never would have paid him any special attention.
Time would have dulled it; she'd have forgotten him and stopped the harassment.
But he was a little different.
More precisely, he defied her expectations.
At first, she'd scolded him once or twice under the pretext of shoddy work, then tried to ignore him.
Yet Siwoo's performance always exceeded what she'd anticipated.
He completed every task assigned to him without a word.
If she told him to clean the corridors spotless, he did exactly that.
Even when she made him sort an enormous library alone, he did it diligently, taking his time.
One day, envious of how flawlessly he'd handled all her trials, she sent him to catch a deer barehanded—and he succeeded.
At that point, she half-expected rebellion.
Seeing him return covered in wounds, deer in tow, Amelia had grudgingly admitted it.
He was diligent.
There was something about Siwoo's diligence that kept drawing her eye.
Amelia threw on an outer garment.
Nothing fancy.
She loosely draped a black cape over her nightgown, closed the door behind her, and stepped out.
Sleep was out of the question now, so she figured a walk might help.
The central staircase leading down to the first-floor lounge.
Across the hall, she could see Siwoo's room.
"........."
Sophia's words suddenly came to mind.
'If you want to get close, share positive experiences. That's key.'
'Be kind. No snapping or scolding.'
Should she invite him for a night stroll?
Walking in the night dew was one of Amelia's rare hobbies.
According to Sophia, sharing something like this could build intimacy.
He seemed overly uncomfortable with this life.
And Amelia judged it stemmed from unfamiliarity.
She'd been treating him well lately, after all.
Once their closeness improved, he'd relax more.
If there was a turning point in how she treated Siwoo, it was seeing the state of his lodgings—where he'd stayed for five years under her whims—with her own eyes.
She still couldn't forget the shock.
A pigsty so wretched it was unfit for human habitation.
That was the true extent of the torment her "revenge" had inflicted on him.
She'd given him other annoying tasks, sure—but this was beyond the pale.
She'd never intended to be that vicious.
She'd immediately brought him in as her exclusive slave and provided every comfort.
To make up for her mistake.
Calling it atonement might sound ridiculous.
But it was the plain truth.
Amelia harbored no rational special feelings for Shin Siwoo.
He was simply someone she'd spend long years with, entrusting him with tasks—so they'd get just a little, very little closer.
As she convinced herself of that, she'd arrived before his door.
Knock.
Amelia hesitated, then rapped on his door.
He might be asleep, but if so, she'd let him rest in tomorrow.
"Shin Siwoo."
Knock.
She knocked again, but no response came.
She opened the door.
Was he asleep?
If so, best not to wake him, right?
Amelia eyed the firmly shut bedroom door.
"No."
Why was she dithering like this?
He was her exclusive slave.
A witch peeking timidly at her slave's convenience? Utterly unbecoming.
Amelia straightened her back and marched to the bedroom door with the force of someone about to kick it down.
"........."
But she quickly reconsidered and opened it quietly.
Come to think of it, he'd gone on that picnic today.
As an apprentice witch herself once, Amelia had hated sleep interruptions.
Maybe she should walk alone after all?
Still, now that she was here, she ought to at least check if he was sleeping soundly... or so she thought.
Whoosh!
"...Shin Siwoo?"
Amelia scanned the empty bed and the surroundings.
In the bathroom, maybe? But there was no sign of anyone.
The wind leaking through the open window roared needlessly loud.
She hadn't heard the front door—had he gone out the window?
"I let him rest fully, thinking he might be tired..."
It irked her, somehow.
She'd permitted him to go play on Yeongsan Mountain with those apprentice witch twins.
And more: she'd waited till his return, given him cake and cigarettes.
Yet he'd scarpered without a word—and now he was gone when she needed him.
Where on earth had he gone?
Amelia stepped out and headed into the mansion's garden.
But there was no sign of him anywhere.
"Nothing for it, then."
His absence wouldn't ruin her walk, and who knew—maybe she'd run into him by chance.
Feeling a twinge of regret, Amelia began her nighttime stroll.
2.
"Ngh... haa... haah... haat...!"
"Sis is being really loud."
"Sh-shut up... Odette... hiiyang...!"
The carriage interior brimmed with sweltering heat.
It was filled to bursting with Odile's moans.
Odile braced against the wall, thrusting her ass out.
Standing like that didn't align their heights perfectly for penetration, so a thick book propped up her feet.
Squatting beside her, Odette smirked and jeered.
She'd been closely observing Siwoo's cock stretching Odile's rear entrance for a while now.
"Cl... oogh... ha... haat..."
The cock moved far more smoothly than their first time.
Odile's tiny back hole, once pierced by her little sister's ass-prodding rod, now eagerly reciprocated the rapid thrusts.
It had been two hours since Siwoo had begun feasting on his twin rice bowl.
One load in Odile's rear, another in Odette's—additional injections both.
Thanks to that, Odile's ass and its fleshy folds were plastered with creamy white semen, like frosting.
Utterly obscene.
"Hoo...! Hoo...!"
Sweat-soaked, Siwoo gripped Odile's hips and pounded away vigorously.
Too winded to continue, he had to pause.
"How many was it?"
"D-don't... knooow... haa... haa... couldn't count..."
"Assistant, looks like it's my turn soon."
Siwoo was gorging himself luxuriously on the donburi, following the recipe to the letter—stomach near to bursting.
"Alright, time to switch."
"Hii... hiit...!"
As he slowly withdrew the cock buried to the hilt, Odile's legs quivered, a sweet whimper escaping her.
One thing he'd learned from anal: no matter how tight, continued motion definitely loosened it up.
Not quite the initial vice-grip, which was a shame—but this had its own appeal.
A kind of sucking, absorbing sensation.
"Assistant, mind if we tweak the position a bit?"
Odette tilted her head inquiringly.
Truth be told, he felt like he'd wrung every last drop from the aphrodisiac.
Four loads in under two or three hours—and sex was aerobic exercise, after all.
Sweat pouring, stamina drained, stomach growling.
Even if it was all about the dick, there were limits.
"Gonna have to call it for today... rest up."
"What?! No fair! It's my turn...! And since Sis went first, I should finish last for fairness!"
Odette bounced indignantly.
She'd moaned herself hoarse, yet brimmed with energy—youth was enviable.
"How about next time we get a chance like this?"
"When's 'next'...? Don't, Assistant—just a bit more? If you're tired, I'll move."
Odette sidled up to the rooted Siwoo, grasped his cock, and teasingly rubbed it against her rear.
"See? You just stand there."
If he could stay still, maybe he could manage.
Taking his silence for assent, Odette quickly shook her ass to dock with the cock before he changed his mind.
Both twins had gotten the hang of it.
No hands needed; they parted their holes enough to show the inner mucosa before inserting.
"Ooh..."
"Haaaang... if you make me stop now, I'll regret it so much... what then...?"
Odette's back hole wrapped around him chewy and tight.
Already teetering on the edge—this final load would be a breeze.
"Hehe~ I'll... I'll... haang... do the moving... Assist~ant..."
Odette's voice split sharply before and after penetration.
Unlike Odile's lingering sulkiness, her moans were lamb-like, sweetly submissive.
She pushed against the wall, rocking her hips to slide Siwoo's ass back and forth.
His cock freely pistoned in her rear.
Suddenly, goosebumps prickled up Siwoo's arms; he shuddered.
Odette asked, flustered.
"Wh-what's wrong...?"
"Nothing, just a chill down my spine..."
"Huh?"
"It's fine."
The stamina drain from the aphrodisiac must have hit hard.
Ignoring his trembling body, Siwoo closed his eyes and savored Odette's devoted cock service (anal ver.).