Chapter 780
Chapter 780
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 780
Chapter Title: Two Masters (2)
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In witch society, the concept of "marriage" wasn't commonplace.
Rather, it was widely perceived as a "human custom."
Thus, terms like devoted wife or supportive homemaker were worlds apart from witches.
The fact that none of his lovers had proposed to Si-woo—or were waiting for him to propose—stemmed from the same context.
However, Rinne shattered that framework, dragging her confrontation with Eloa into uncharted territory.
A contest of "who makes the better devoted wife?"
So, what defined a devoted wife?
Pouring one's heart into serving her husband, steadfast fidelity in supporting him, unwavering purity of devotion.
Yet these qualities defied quantification.
The human heart couldn't be reduced to mere numbers.
What about household chores?
Cleaning or laundry could be finished in an instant with magic, and they weren't all that important anyway.
But cooking.
Preparing a feast for one's beloved.
This couldn't be easily solved with magic, and it held immense significance.
Thus, Rinne and Eloa settled on a cooking contest for their next showdown.
It was getting late, and Eloa needed her rest, so the deadline was set for tomorrow evening.
Rinne summoned Zlata through Si-woo.
She needed someone to procure ingredients in her stead and to learn some new dishes.
Eloa, meanwhile, headed straight to the Gemernai estate's kitchen to prepare for tomorrow's battle.
And what was Si-woo doing during this time?
Absolutely nothing. Just lying there.
"Ah... this feels great..."
It had been ages since he'd done "nothing at all."
He'd been running on fumes for so long.
Every three months, some major incident pulled him in, and lately, he'd been dragged to Hexennacht, enduring all sorts of unwanted adventures.
Right after returning, he'd gotten an earful from Big Mother-in-law without proper rest, reunited with Sharon after her breakup declaration, worried over the rift between his two masters, and even toured the mortal world.
Burnout could've hit at any moment.
Lying in bed with his mind blissfully blank, occasionally stepping out to the terrace for a smoke—this quiet respite was exactly what he needed.
Click.
But the pleasant silence didn't last.
The door opened, and someone entered.
Si-woo sat up slightly from his sprawled position on the bed.
"Who is it?"
"Guess who~?"
"It's Dorothy, right?"
"Yep, correct~"
Footsteps approached from the guest room door to the bedroom.
Dorothy, freed from the underground dungeon alongside Rinne.
She couldn't leave the Gemernai estate, but at her master's request, arrangements had been made for her to roam freely inside.
No way were they keeping his lifesaver locked up forever.
Dorothy shuffled over in slippers, wearing fluffy sheepskin pajamas that looked incredibly soft.
A mere set of pajamas exuding such volume and sexiness? That had to be thanks to the wearer.
"Never thought I'd end up in Gehenna someday. Thanks to you, I've had quite the experience."
"I'd love to show you the outside world too... Sorry about that."
"Nah, no need to apologize. This place alone is a top-tier tourist spot. The Gemernai Count must be as filthy rich as the rumors say."
"He sure is."
Indeed, no palace from any era could match the splendor of the Gemernai estate.
Just strolling the gardens or gallery felt like a full vacation.
Dorothy plopped down on the bed's edge.
Si-woo was exhausted in every way, but he wasn't cold-hearted enough to snub a rare visitor.
"Heard something fun, huh?"
"Pardon?"
"Rinne and Tiferet Duke are having a cooking showdown?"
"Yeah, things just... ended up that way."
But he couldn't quite hide the fatigue in his voice.
"Aw~ I come visit after so long, and you're all deflated. Already tired of me?"
"No, it's not that. Just been one thing after another lately. It's like... the tension's finally easing up now."
This time had been especially rough.
He hadn't suffered major injuries or life-threatening danger, but the constant nerve-wracking strain had worn him down day by day.
"If that's the case... mind lying face-down for a sec?"
"Dorothy, I'm pretty beat right now."
"Come on~ Si-woo kiddo. Nothing weird. I'll give you a massage."
"Sigh... honestly."
With a wry smile, Si-woo lay prone.
Dorothy kicked off her slippers, straddled his waist, and kneaded his shoulders.
"Whoa."
It was surprisingly refreshing. He was genuinely startled.
This wasn't amateur-hour stuff.
"How's that~? Dorothy Aesthetics?"
"You're incredibly skilled."
"Heh heh~ Back in the day, I reeled in plenty with this trick. Man, you're knotted up tight."
"Ow! Ow! Dorothy!"
"It's fine~ Relax and bear it a little."
Her deft hands worked his shoulders and back muscles thoroughly, even using her elbows.
Hands down, the most satisfying massage of his life.
"I should be the one doing this for you..."
"No need for that between us. Feels good, right?"
"Yeah."
On the exquisite line between pain and relief, his tension-locked muscles melted away.
His eyelids grew heavy, a lazy hum escaping his lips.
Truth be told, Dorothy had planned to pounce on him outright.
Her time in Gehenna was limited to a day or two at most.
Spending a steamy night in such a lavish estate seemed like a perfect memory.
She wouldn't have another chance like this unless something extraordinary happened.
But seeing how utterly drained he was, she abandoned her whims.
It was a shame, but elders were supposed to be the considerate ones.
"By the way, where'd you go for the day?"
"The mortal world."
"Mortal world?"
"On a trip with my lovers."
"I see."
"Yeah."
They were in the same space now, yet she felt an insurmountable wall between them. Bittersweet.
In witch society, the irredeemable death sentence was the stigma of being "public property."
No matter how Dorothy reformed or tried, she couldn't escape that label.
She'd realized that wall anew when contacting his lovers to rescue him.
Si-woo was Gehenna's elite among elites.
Setting aside his achievements, all his connections were high-ranking Gehenna officials—and his lovers were no exception.
In other words, Dorothy could never leave the mortal realm behind.
She'd catch glimpses of him now and then, share his body occasionally, then watch from afar as he returned to his lovers.
"Ugh~ Getting all sentimental."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Dorothy had changed.
In the distant past, she'd casually declared satisfaction as his mortal plaything.
Now, she felt regret for a life as "public property" she'd never once lamented before.
She used to fear no fight.
Now, she feared confessing her true feelings, hiding behind jokes instead.
She hadn't even told him she'd quit the arms trade to earn his praise.
'Wouldn't it be more dramatic if it came out naturally later?' she excused.
But that was just wrapping her sincerity in nonchalance and playfulness.
A sly pretender, clumsily clever.
Too cowardly to say "I like you," or even drop hints.
That was Dorothy now.
"Oh, Dorothy."
"Yeah?"
"When we head to the mortal world next time, want to travel together for a while?"
"Sure, let's do that. ...Huh?"
Dorothy answered casually at first, then tilted her head, sensing something off.
From what she'd heard, he was enjoying a trip there with his girlfriends.
She couldn't grasp what inviting her meant.
"I got permission. Sorry for moving forward without asking."
Embarrassment laced his words.
He'd earnestly explained Rinne and Dorothy's situations to his lovers, even adding the "last one" condition to secure their approval.
Unlike Rinne, whose inclusion was a done deal, Dorothy's feelings were a mystery.
He'd braced for her laughing it off: 'You wanted me as a girlfriend? Not just a mortal toy? Hmm~ I find clingy relationships such a hassle, so I'll take the sentiment. Come play sometime~'
That would've left him mortified, like chugging kimchi soup after a bad joke.
Meanwhile, Dorothy's eyes widened in shock.
Unlike Si-woo's fumbling, she caught on quick.
His hesitant tone revealed the "approval" wasn't just for travel—it encompassed their entire relationship.
It felt like receiving a longed-for gift she'd been too timid to accept.
Her chest tightened, heart pounding wildly.
"Really?"
Thank goodness he was face-down. Her flushed cheeks would've given her away like a blushing maiden.
"Think you can handle it?"
"Handle what?"
"Once I give my heart, I'm the clingy, devoted type. Got it for now. I'll think it over slowly~"
Dorothy fought to suppress her rising smile.
"Not to jinx it or anything... did I overstep?"
"Yeah, totally overstepped. But it's cute, so I guess I'll make you feel even better~"
Dorothy undid the buttons of her sheepskin pajamas.
Parting the soft fabric, she revealed breasts like a nursing mother.
Her bountiful fruits jiggled enticingly with the slightest movement.
"You said you were tired, right?"
Si-woo's clothes slipped off smoothly as he lay there, half-dozing, oblivious.
"Dorothy?"
"There we go~ Good boy?"
Dorothy lifted his head onto her thigh and beamed.
In an instant, they were positioned for nursing paizuri.
The heavy breasts settling over his face were soft and pillowy beyond belief.
"Just relax completely today and leave everything to me. I'll serve you as comfortably and pleasurably as possible."
With that, a soft, jelly-like nipple slipped between his lips.