Chapter 737
Chapter 737
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 737
Chapter Title: Healing (6)
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1.
"Ah..."
Rinne let out a soft sigh.
She could feel the arm wrapped around her waist from behind.
The plush bedding that seemed to swallow her whole, and the warmth transmitted from the skin pressed against her back—they were all vividly real.
This was the second time she was waking up in his embrace.
It felt just like dozing off briefly in a sunny breeze on a fine day, tickling the tip of her nose.
The languid urge to keep sleeping was so comforting that she wouldn't have minded if this moment lasted forever.
This was something that should never have been possible for Rinne.
Her stigma bore the curse of deprivation, which had robbed her even of the right to feel such simple happiness.
Even when Si-woo had said that her condition might be treatable using mana amplification, Rinne hadn't believed him.
The world harbored a harshness that refused optimistic miracles.
This peaceful moment might vanish in just a little while.
Rinne, who had slept soundly for the first time in centuries, tried to remind herself of that.
It was easier on her mind to lean toward pessimism than to grasp a happiness that would slip away after the briefest hold.
"......"
But even as she waited anxiously, the coziness didn't fade.
The curse of deprivation—the collar that no one could release—could no longer bind her.
That another person's arms could feel this warm, that simply lying under the covers could bring such joy.
She felt more unfamiliarity than delight.
More dissonance than relief.
"Eut."
At that moment, Rinne, curled up like a pill bug, lightly hugged her lower abdomen.
Her senses, dulled in sleep, now assaulted her with a tingling delay as her mind cleared.
A night of frenzied clouds billowing up.
Far from the image of a chaste woman, she had panted like a bitch in heat, one leg hoisted wide.
She had fainted and woken repeatedly under clitoral stimulation.
On the bed, Si-woo was a tyrant, and Rinne nothing more than a pitiful plaything toyed with by his rough hands.
"......"
Rinne rolled over to face him.
She could see his face, lost in deep slumber.
Even though she had held out much better than last time, upon waking then, her anger and shame at his loathsomeness hadn't faded.
It wasn't just because she had shown an unsightly side.
It was because a life obsessed with victory and strength couldn't accept even defeat in bed.
If that had been the first round, then this second battle was a utter, resounding defeat.
When his hot seed spread inside her belly, when she had coquettishly begged in polite speech for a baby.
No matter how she tried to flee, she ended up pinned mercilessly on the bed, creampied amid her moans.
When her nipples and clit had been pinched until they stung, and she climaxed mercilessly because of it.
In every one of those moments, Rinne had been thoroughly defeated.
Yet strangely, not a shred of resentment stirred.
Even though Rinne, who had reigned supreme her whole life, had ended up bawling like a little girl under a man.
What bubbled up unbidden wasn't competitive spirit or the sting of loss, but a sweet whisper from within.
A whisper that said, 'I want to lose to my husband over and over.'
"Yaaawn..."
Rinne stretched with a long yawn.
For Rinne, who had always lived on edge, even this was a novel experience.
She wanted to snuggle deeper into his arms and sleep a bit more.
Rinne wriggled under the covers without waking Si-woo, pressing herself tightly against him.
The thumping heartbeat echoing in her ears was a sweet, indulgent lie-in.
2.
Rinne, who had been sleeping soundly, woke up three hours later.
By then, Si-woo was already up and waiting for her.
"Sleep well?"
Rinne startled at the sight of Si-woo's face right as she opened her eyes, not yet grasping it.
Unlike the serotonin-fueled floatiness of moments ago, actually talking to the freshly awakened Si-woo was incredibly embarrassing.
And experiencing an event alone while harboring private sentiments was entirely different from expressing it to others and putting it into action.
Even if he was her husband, she had still shown him an unseemly side as a woman, hadn't she?
No matter how much he enjoyed seeing a woman lose her dignity to pleasure, it was natural to wonder now if it hadn't been too much.
"......"
In that sense, pillow talk was too daunting a task for Rinne.
Her lips clamped shut, frozen solid.
All she managed was a faint nod.
"Master?"
"I hate Master."
Yet she reflexively answered Si-woo's call.
As Si-woo smiled softly in brief surprise, Rinne pulled the covers up and averted her eyes and words.
"Lady Rinne."
Truth be told, she didn't like the honorific either, but she lacked the energy to point it out.
And seeing a partner so mercilessly embarrassed like this naturally made a man want to tease.
"That shy about it?"
"......"
"You used polite speech so nicely last night."
"......"
As Si-woo grinned and teased, the covers slipped down slowly.
Rinne, barely poking her flushed face out to the tip of her nose, asked,
"Husband... do you like polite speech?"
"......"
Now it was Si-woo's turn to be caught off guard.
Rinne's alluring gap that he still couldn't get used to.
Even after cumming five times last night and collapsing from exhaustion, he felt the impulse to pounce on her again.
"Rinne, did you feel good last night?"
Rinne's polite speech and Si-woo's first informal address.
The complete reversal of their usual forms of address.
A stark demonstration of their shifted positions and hierarchy.
"......"
Rinne flinched at the sudden change but nodded readily after a moment's thought.
Under the same covers, her feet fidgeted restlessly—it was noticeable.
Feeling morning wood upon waking, Si-woo commanded in a curt, indifferent tone.
"Show me how good it was."
"That's..."
"Quickly."
His stern urging was oddly formal.
Rinne hesitated before slipping out from under the covers like shedding skin.
Her body was still marked with vivid red handprints where Si-woo had gripped and pulled her roughly.
Her eyelashes quivering, Rinne shut her eyes tight and guided Si-woo's hand between her legs.
Even though Si-woo had clearly used a cleaning spell last night, and waited for the semen to drain before meticulously wiping her with a lukewarm cloth...
-Squish
"This... good."
Rinne's pussy was soaked as if it had been pleasured all day.
It had gotten this wet just in the short time recalling last night.
"What felt the best?"
"Mmph...!"
Even as heat poured from her ears, she had to confess her shameful experiences with her own mouth.
Si-woo's fingertips delved into Rinne's sticky depths.
"When I... lost to you, Husband... And when I struggled... and got pinned down... creampied... Hic...!"
"And?"
"Front and back... alternated relentlessly... Haa..."
By now, even Rinne's sighs were flushed red.
Her voice naturally took on a spoiled tone, as if indirectly begging to be tormented more.
"And when... you forced me to cum from clit play... too."
At this point, even a judge would rule it justifiable self-defense if he mounted her right then.
The plaintiff was too seductive and lewd!
"Want to get fucked again now?"
"......Yes."
"Hold back from cumming, and I'll fuck you."
-Squish squish squish
"Hngh!"
Si-woo's thick fingers scraped along the roof of Rinne's pussy.
"No... No... Rinne can't hold it..."
"Can't even handle fingers?"
"Rinne... Rinne... That's too weak there, can't beat fingers... Heeuk...!"
"Looks like you need some training."
The excited Rinne and excited Si-woo's mad collaboration.
Just as the two were about to lose their minds in this strange role-play...
-Bang!
"You two are really causing a racket."
Someone flung the door open.
It was Zlata, the homeowner tormented last night by the bed scraping harshly against the floor—despite Si-woo's barriers blocking mana amplification and soundproofing the noise.
Alice and her lovers had been messing around among themselves for days, the upstairs couple made noise all night, and now these two were salting the wound in broad daylight after she held it in to come report.
"Think this is a love hotel? You slut, you bastard, cut it out! Witch of the Sword! Weren't you supposed to be hurt?!"
Zlata didn't know Rinne's coquettishness and fragility only activated for Si-woo alone.
Before anyone knew it, Rinne had leaped from the bed, drawn her scabbard, wrapped herself in the covers, and thrust the sheathed blade right under Zlata's chin.
Rinne's cold gaze was sharper than ever, befitting her title as the Witch of the Sword.
"Don't interfere in a couple's private life."
"I don't care about your private life! Can't you just keep it down? Huh?"
Zlata, who would normally be intimidated, didn't back down—pent-up frustration from before was no small thing.
Truth be told, she had half-sobbed her way into accepting the hideout proposal.
In other circumstances, she wouldn't have agreed to such an uncertain contract, even if it looked shiny on the surface.
"Sorry for the disturbance. This is embarrassing. Master, put the scabbard down."
Si-woo politely apologized and draped a kimono over Rinne's shoulders; she lowered her arm.
Rinne seemed belatedly embarrassed, but hearing the report came first.
What Zlata conveyed was, fortunately, good news.
"Made contact with the Witch of the Stars. This is the magic formula for Hexennacht's 'Gate'."
"Didn't Lady Dorothy come with you?"
"Pulling attention isn't ideal, and she said she'd stay as reserves."
"Makes sense."
"No idea what deal you struck, but she's playing it safe."
It seemed that way at first glance, but probably not.
In an unpredictable situation, better to monitor from outside and respond to variables than join the escape convoy.
A truly Dorothy-like rational decision.
"Could you gather everyone?"
Anyway, the final puzzle piece was in place.
Time for the last meeting before completing the dimensional transfer spell using the formula.
"Yebin, Alice, Manya, Malisha... and the Black Witch too."
She hesitated naming the last witch, whose real name she didn't know—thinking of Mama, hugging her empty doll all day like a hollow shell, weighed heavy on her heart.
"Hold on."
Zlata, who had nodded roughly to Si-woo's words, tilted her head.
"Who's the Black Witch?"