Chapter 782
Chapter 782
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 782
Chapter Title: Two Masters (4)
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1.
Dorothy was a hedonist who chased after pleasure.
Whenever something fun caught her eye, she'd eagerly stick her nose in, boldly laughing right in the thick of it even if it meant taking a bit of risk.
The Tiferet Duke was an incredibly cute beauty, even in the eyes of someone as picky as Dorothy.
Compared to her terrifying rumors, she seemed surprisingly clueless in person.
Dorothy figured she could have all sorts of fun exploiting that weakness.
'A kiss would be fine, right?'
'No... I have someone I love...'
'Come on~ Don't be such a buzzkill? You know better than anyone you're not in a position to act like that, Your Grace.'
'...J-just a kiss, then...'
Something like that could lead to a kiss, couldn't it?
But Dorothy knew where to draw the line.
She had no intention of taking advantage of the chaos to seduce Si-woo's lover and satisfy her own selfish desires.
It was just a bit of teasing, and requesting a private meeting was merely to chat.
Wasn't this a rare chance to have a heartfelt talk with a celebrity she'd have run from at the mere sight of in the old days?
It definitely should have been...
-Gulp gulp
-Thud!
"Kuh..."
After moving to a new spot, Eloa emptied yet another glass of strong brandy—she'd lost count by now.
Even Dorothy, who usually smiled gracefully in most situations, was on high alert.
"I don't even know why I'm like this..."
"Uh, um..."
"I know it's something I shouldn't do. It's utterly vulgar and wrong. What was that momentary lapse? My beloved disciple's..."
"Your Grace, why don't you calm down first...? Let's stop with the drinking for now, okay?"
"Just one more glass..."
"Sure... But you know that's the tenth time you've said that?"
If Dorothy had to describe the situation she faced with a friendly analogy, it was something like this:
Opening your best bro's porn folder and going, 'Hey, what do you watch?' only to find hardcore gay porn. The bewilderment when a silly prank accidentally unleashes Pandora's box.
And on top of opening it without permission, she'd been forcibly turned into the counseling target.
-Gulp gulp!
"Haa..."
She wanted to go home.
She regretted ever pulling that prank.
In truth, Dorothy had subtly enjoyed a debauched life, even sharing a bed with Lurye—who was like a niece to her—so this didn't seem like a big deal to her.
What's the harm in peeking a little? It wouldn't wear out from that.
Of course, peeking without consent was wrong...
But by that logic, Si-woo dragging around a string of lovers wasn't exactly saintly either.
And even if Si-woo found out, he didn't seem the type to get mad over something like this.
"How can I atone for this grave sin? How could I make such a mistake...? No, even calling it a mistake is just an excuse. I knew it was wrong, yet I repeated this sin over and over..."
"......"
But the Tiferet Duke herself seemed to feel tremendous guilt over it.
Dorothy couldn't very well say, 'Eh, no big deal, right?' in front of the duke, whose eyes were brimming with barely contained tears after holding back so long.
"So, what exactly happened? It might help if you tell me a little about when it started~"
"That is..."
"I promise I won't judge you at all, so confess it all and get it off your chest. Looks like~ you don't even know what to do about it yourself, right?"
It was a situation where she had to bare her deepest shame from the roots.
No matter how drunk Eloa was, it was a topic she couldn't easily voice.
Especially not to Dorothy, with whom she had barely any connection.
"But you are..."
"I know, I know~ I'm an outsider, and not close to you at all."
"...At this point, your status as an outsider doesn't matter."
"Yeah, yeah~ But these kinds of issues are better confessed to a pro like me than to close friends. Bottling it up inside will just make it fester. I'm a convent girl at heart, you know."
The warmth of a priestess, promising no condemnation no matter the secret, shook Eloa's weakened heart.
In truth, Eloa had never had anyone to confide in.
Sua-sensei went without saying, and even Sharon, who she was close to, was still a young witch.
She had no choice but to suffer in agony between her conscience and her impulses, unable to share such pathetic worries anywhere.
"At first... it was an accident."
Eloa began her confession, spilling out her pent-up feelings like a lament.
Dorothy listened attentively to it all.
The incident of peeking on Si-woo and the Lucky Witch back when she was still ignorant of sexual matters.
Masturbating while watching Sharon and Si-woo.
And just recently, voyeuring Sharon and Si-woo again—mark two.
As Dorothy listened quietly, episodes shocking enough to stun even her poured out smoothly.
"That's how it happened..."
"Ah... aha... I get the gist of it now."
Dorothy wiped away cold sweat as she pieced it together.
Contrary to her fearsome reputation, until just recently, the Tiferet Duke had been a blank slate when it came to sex.
A pure, innocent girl who didn't even know the 'ㄴ' shape of a man's parts.
Anyway.
A person's fetish forms alongside the establishment of sexual concepts (usually during puberty).
Like a duckling imprinting its first-seen creature as its mother, humans learn their fetish from the first sexual stimulus they consciously register.
The key is what experience brought that first sexual arousal, excitement, interest, shock, or pleasure.
From that perspective, the moment the duke awakened to sex was around the time she hadn't yet realized her feelings for Si-woo—pillow-humping while peeking on Perrywinkles' sex.
That instant planted the seed of her sexual preference.
But the fateful coincidence didn't stop there; she was exposed to long, repeated shocks beyond her control.
As a result, the seed of voyeurism sprouted wildly, solidifying into a firm sexual wall.
Yet due to her upright nature, she'd suppressed it tightly until now.
Then some incident triggered a strong backlash from the pent-up desire.
That was Dorothy's diagnosis.
"Sniff."
Seeing Eloa with her head bowed, tears trickling down, Dorothy couldn't help thinking she was so terribly clueless and frustrating.
No way something like 'Good things are good, wanna watch me and Si-woo?' would work on someone like her.
"Your Grace. Want me to give you a diagnosis?"
"...Diagnosis?"
"Yeah, a simple spell to check your libido."
"Are you mocking me?"
"No way. Honestly, it doesn't seem like a big deal to me, but it's bothering you, right? Better to accurately check your current state and plan from there."
It was called the 'Libido Color Diagnosis'.
Really just a silly bar trick Dorothy invented to seduce partners.
"If I learn my libido... is there a way?"
"Well~ Better than staying clueless, isn't it?"
Dorothy stroked under her eye, letting a single tear drop into the glass.
"Okay, swish this in your mouth and spit it back into the glass. Mix it well with your saliva."
Eloa eyed it suspiciously, like some dubious online psychology test.
"...Alright."
But having unburdened her chronic issue through confession, Eloa felt somewhat relieved.
Seeing Dorothy's relaxed confidence, like she had some solution, she submitted to the diagnosis.
After Eloa swished and spat, Dorothy leisurely awaited the result.
"Let's see..."
The Libido Color Diagnosis measured two things very intuitively.
First, the shade's intensity showed current desire.
Regardless of color, the darker it was, the more frustrated; the lighter, the healthier the satisfaction.
Meanwhile, the color type indicated innate libido size.
From red-orange-yellow-green-blue-indigo-violet, the closer to red, the more voracious the libido; closer to violet, the more asexual.
In other words, redder meant needing frequent sex, and lots of it.
"Eh?"
The reading came out.
Catching Dorothy off guard, she gaped and let out a dumb noise.
The pale crimson liquor turned bright red.
"Did something go wrong?"
"......"
Wrong? You bet.
Red and violet were theoretical extremes in this test.
She'd tried it on countless witches, but never once seen pure red or violet.
Even Dorothy, honest about her desires, was a pale green leaning toward lime.
And this intensity? The passionate rose-red was so deep the glass bottom was invisible.
Even if Dorothy chugged an aphrodisiac and endured three days of neglect play, it wouldn't hit this density.
"Hmm, maybe it's been a while? Feels like the result's off."
"Understood. Let's try again."
But the second try matched the first perfectly, leaving Dorothy speechless.
"......"
Blood-red meant this cute-yet-scary pink duke had the libido of a rabbit in heat, contrary to appearances.
That blood-like density screamed massive frustration right now.
"Your Grace, how often do you have sex with Si-woo?"
"Once or twice a month on average... Is this necessary?"
"And the last time?"
"...About two months ago."
After digging into various details, Dorothy gathered surprising info and delivered her comprehensive diagnosis.
The Tiferet Duke was innately gifted with tremendous libido.
The spoiled type who needed to lie in bed with her beloved lover at least once a day, sweating as they cooed 'feels good, feels good,' 'I love you, I love you,' 'I'm cumming, I'm cumming.'
Even a highly virile athlete would struggle; she was a woman with a body burning that hot.
But her bamboo-straight personality, viewing lust as lewd and shameful, plus Si-woo's frequent disappearances, left her desires utterly unfulfilled.
She endured with amazing willpower normally, but months without intimacy caused a full-on libido explosion.
And with her explosive lust came the bursting of her long-suppressed voyeur fetish.
"Your Grace, listen up."
Dorothy shared her own test results with Eloa.