Chapter 715
Chapter 715
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 715
Chapter Title: Crossroads of Choice
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Of course.
Life is a crossroads of choices.
Faced with as few as two paths or densely packed with countless options, the outcome changes depending on which direction you take.
As Si-woo had guessed, it was Lydia's unilateral decision to bring him here.
Acting openly would carry far too many risks.
She had shifted part of that risk onto Linne during the kidnapping, but once it came to light that he was under Lydia's command, that insurance would become worthless.
In any case, the moment she obtained information that he was heading to Lodge's mansion, she secretly tailed him and witnessed an unbelievable scene with her own eyes.
A giant wielding golden magic power.
Contrary to her inner dismissal of him as merely a male witch, he had crushed the battle-hardened great witch Lodge head-on, right in her own workshop.
Not to mention the fountain of golden coins that shone far brighter than the magic power he emitted, dazzling Lydia's eyes.
At that point, another crossroads appeared before Lydia.
Should she stick to the original plan and hand Si-woo over to Duke Ererim?
Or alter the plan and claim him for herself?
In truth, even before he displayed such formidable power, Lydia had valued Si-woo highly.
He was history's first male witch, after all.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that when they first met, her claim that "your ransom could buy a whole country" held true.
The fact that Duke Ererim had demanded him as a bargaining chip only confirmed Lydia's assessment.
She had merely considered selling him because the additional benefits from the handover outweighed everything else.
But witnessing his battle with Lodge tipped the scales.
If the gains from possessing Si-woo outweighed those from sending him to Duke Ererim, then naturally, the plan would change.
Linne would still take the blame for Si-woo's disappearance.
Having heard Lydia's true intentions, Linne would protest her innocence beyond doubt.
But if Linne—a volatile figure even among the radicals—went up against Lydia, a pillar of the moderates, in a battle of public opinion, the outcome was plain as day.
Moreover, once Linne was publicly declared the one who stole Si-woo and punished accordingly, there'd be no need to incur needless displeasure from Duke Ererim.
Si-woo's vanishing would be chalked up to an unavoidable accident: a third party's deviation after coveting the trade goods.
As a result, Si-woo would magically become Lydia's property.
The peace negotiations would inevitably be delayed, of course.
A war between Hexennacht and Gehenna might even break out.
But Lydia wasn't some coward trembling at the thought of war like the hardliners stirred up.
She merely clung to the moderate stance because prolonging "peace" benefited her.
With so many scenarios to consider now, corresponding preparations were in order.
A one-sided master-slave dynamic would work fine, but this was a rare male witch.
An exquisite pet of unparalleled value that she might never acquire again, coveted by all.
Thus, Lydia desired not unilateral discipline, but a sustainable relationship.
Whatever the case, informing him—who surely dreamed of escape—that her plans had flipped on a dime would breed inevitable discontent.
Intimacy with Si-woo was partly a measure to soothe that discontent.
Males inevitably grow lenient toward a female pressing bare skin against them.
Of course, as a great witch of lofty achievements, her voracious curiosity played an even bigger role.
Si-woo fully removed his shirt and asked.
His already well-developed body cast rugged shadows in the dim light.
It was aesthetically beautiful.
"You've never been with a man before?"
"Nope. No lie."
"Then why am I okay?"
"You're a witch. I hate humans, but I like witches."
Si-woo nodded readily.
Was the witches' witch supremacism a one- or two-day thing?
Lydia was undoubtedly a pureblood witch who wouldn't let a human touch her body.
Differing values didn't matter when they weren't planning a lifetime of sweet harmony.
There was only one main quest.
Make Lydia pass out from pleasure, thereby concealing the fact that he was hiding his magic power amplification.
If sub-quests were in play, it might include earning her favor to exploit any openings.
"I'm a bit rough. You okay with that?"
"Rough how? Oh my."
Si-woo grabbed Lydia's shoulders and laid her down on the bed.
She blinked blankly as if caught off guard, then giggled as if watching a pet's antics.
Her relaxed smile seemed to say, "How cute."
"Fine, whatever. Do as you like."
"I've always wondered—why are witches always so confident before sex?"
"It's funny. How much life and experience do you think we've had? It's hilarious seeing a fresh young witch talk like she's going to put you in your place."
As he half-pinned her down, Lydia answered without a moment's hesitation.
"Anyway, if you get rough, what should I do? Play meek? Pretend I hate it?"
"No need to..."
"Hold on, let me get into character."
When Lydia closed her eyes briefly and opened them again.
Si-woo couldn't help but be startled.
Her gaze had changed.
The bold demeanor that bantered even under his shadow vanished in an instant.
In its place was an innocent princess oblivious to the world.
Her expression, as if she'd burst into tears at the slightest touch amid the unfamiliar male scent and provocative position, was masterful acting that conjured a vivid sense of reality—like sneaking into a sheltered princess's bedroom and forcing her onto the bed.
"If I obey... you'll delete the photos, right...?"
"...What concept is this?"
"The concept where I'm being blackmailed with weird photos you took of me."
Of course, this was just another ploy to tease Si-woo.
A provocation, but he didn't mind.
It stemmed from confidence born of countless victories.
Periwinkle had been like that, Countess Yesod too, Dorothy as well.
Except for that liquor-swilling witch, they'd all faced Si-woo with leisure.
But what were the results?
Si-woo resolved to actively employ every technique he'd learned, grasping Lydia's off-shoulder dress and pulling it down.
Women usually wore nu-bras under such dresses to prevent slippage, but witches rarely bothered.
They opted for thicker fabrics or simply ignored it among themselves.
Thus, the red dress offered no resistance, sliding down to below her chest and baring Lydia's breasts.
True to a witch, they were perfectly shaped.
Water-drop forms tracing graceful curves thanks to evenly distributed tissue.
Lying down, they parted slightly, sizing around C to D cup.
The pale pink nipples and surrounding areolas, still soft like jelly, were unremarkable.
Yet, unwrapping a woman's breasts for the first time stirred a peculiar thrill.
The female form, usually bundled tight in clothes, revealed after shedding its shell.
The intersection of voyeuristic fantasy and observed reality.
"What's next?"
Lydia asked with a leisurely smile, showing no hint of shame.
Si-woo crawled atop her, bodies aligning.
Her soft breasts and pert nipples brushed teasingly against his chest.
His target: the elegant line of her neck, straight like a lily.
From experience, real sex differed greatly from AVs.
Scenes of endless squirting from rough sucking and thrusting were pure fiction and fantasy.
So, where was a woman's most sensitive erogenous zone?
The brain.
Before targeting zones outright in an unheated mood, building a sticky atmosphere came first.
"Hmm... I don't like tickling."
He licked her smooth skin with his tongue tip, pursing lips to leave a light kiss mark.
Cautious of her scent lest she lose reason and beg for creampie.
"Hmm, hmmm... Not bad on the basics."
Lydia lightly cradled Si-woo's head like an elder sister soothing a child, letting out nasal hums.
She squirmed coquettishly, accepting his advances with playful wriggles.
As her waist began to lift slightly, Si-woo grasped her breast with delicate fingers, like holding an egg.
Visibly pristine and smooth, it gripped so satisfyingly it drew involuntary admiration.
No firm parts at all?
Her breasts yielded to kneading without losing teardrop shape, never sagging.
The wonder of an ethereal body.
*Smack...*
Si-woo detached his lips from her neck.
Lydia giggled at the vivid kiss mark left behind.
"Guess I can't wear this dress for a while."
She looked unchanged at a glance, but differences were clear.
Slightly moist eyes, the body heat felt skin-to-skin, a more indulgent smile.
Si-woo was clearly building the right mood.
But one thing couldn't be overlooked.
Si-woo's caressing skills weren't particularly outstanding.
Same-sex caresses from shared bodies inevitably hit harder than opposite-sex ones.
Overcoming that penalty to topple witches ultimately relied on his red cock.
"Show me yours too. It's embarrassing if I'm the only one undressed."
"Sure."
Si-woo, half-straddling her waist, unbuckled his belt without a word.
*Thunk!*
A thick shadow draped over Lydia's abdomen.
"Eh."
Lydia's lips parted, an odd sound escaping unwittingly.
That was a cock?
At first, she thought it an illusion from the angle or lighting.
But rubbing her eyes confirmed the proud erection stood tall without distortion.
So... where was that supposed to go? A natural thought.
*Rip!*
Her skirt tore in panic.
Si-woo's hands rent the dress, exposing her plush inner thighs and white string panties fully.
"Hey, this was expensive..."
"Spread your legs more."
Ignoring her protest, Si-woo shifted the panties aside.
Panties hooked beside her labia tugged one lip aside, brazenly exposing her privates.
Just from a neck kiss, her entrance glistened slightly—quite sensitive.
"Ah, so that's what you meant by rough. Nice."
But Lydia quickly regained composure.
Rather than anger at the rudeness, she even felt a fresh thrill.
Who else would handle the Golden Witch this way?
"I'll play along."
That this curiosity was mere reckless ignorance born of obliviousness.
Lydia would learn that soon enough.