Chapter 783
Chapter 783
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 164
Chapter Title: Two Masters (5)
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"No way."
Eloa drew a firm line in the sand upon hearing Dorothy's diagnosis.
The drunken, moping demeanor had vanished entirely, replaced by the unyielding aura of a seasoned warrior sweeping through the room.
Eloa was noble by nature.
Under the influence of her forebears and Teacher Sua, she held deeply chaste views on relations between men and women.
To such an Eloa, sexual desire was an utter taboo.
"No way."
She couldn't just blindly accept a sudden claim like, "You're as lustful as a Dual Rabbit, and when frustrated, you develop a voyeuristic fetish."
"No way..."
Yet the strength suddenly drained from Eloa's repeated denials.
Against her heartfelt desire to reject reality, her reason began replaying past events based on Dorothy's words.
And she found parts that fit perfectly.
Si-woo stayed at the Gemernai estate, forming bonds with many lovers.
If Eloa truly set her mind to peeping, she could do so anytime—the environment allowed it.
But in her normal state, Eloa never did.
She knew it was wrong, and she was never swept up in impulses strong enough to override her moral compass.
Except for those rare moments when her fetishistic urges overpowered her morals.
And that always happened after extremely long separations from Si-woo.
No matter how she tried to deny it, all the circumstantial evidence proved Dorothy's words true.
"......"
Eloa bowed her head deeply.
Her face felt like it was on fire.
It was a shame even the power of her divine might couldn't dispel.
"Then... then... what am I supposed to do...?"
"Do it as often and as much as possible, of course. Honestly, Duchess, this is absurd. Once or twice a month? How do you even hold out?"
To reiterate, one's color represents the vessel of their innate lust—and red demands frequent relations by nature.
"Why hold back at all? You and Si-woo are lovers, aren't you?"
Dorothy just couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Am I not his master...? I have a duty to set a proper example for him."
"Hmm~ That's a lie. What's the real reason?"
"......"
After a long silence, Eloa spoke heavily.
"...It's embarrassing... and frivolous..."
Dorothy got the picture.
In short, this was a case of botched sex education.
Outdated notions from ages ago were deeply ingrained.
"Hmm~"
And the biggest contributor to things reaching this point wasn't Si-woo—it was Tiferet Duchess herself.
She hid her strong desires to the point of self-denial and never actively appealed for intimacy.
Even Dorothy hadn't noticed, so there was no way the somewhat oblivious Si-woo would.
Given his personality, even if he wanted to be with Eloa, he'd just think, "She seems quiet today? Guess she's not in the mood," and let it slide.
And since her urges only peaked after enduring as long as possible, it was natural for him to conclude, "Master doesn't have much desire."
"Duchess, intimacy with someone you love is not shameful at all. I heard you even imitated a bunny? How embarrassing could that have been?"
"Shut your mouth!"
Eloa startled like prey spotting a predator and frantically tried to cover Dorothy's mouth.
"That was just the mood of the moment! I did it because Si-woo enjoyed it! I'm not some lewd woman! That test must have been rigged!"
Dorothy grabbed the flailing Eloa's wrists and pulled her into an embrace.
Then she whispered coyly into her ear.
"Oh reallly? What kind of bunny imitation warranted calling you lewd? All I heard was that you imitated one."
"S-stop that!"
Eloa fell for the expert leading questions and panicked.
"And as for the test being rigged... Do you know what your body's like right now? I can see it. You want it bad, don't you? Something pleasurable?"
Seizing the chance to indulge her own desires, Dorothy wrapped around Eloa like a serpent, nibbling her earlobe and puffing hot breaths into her ear.
"Wh-what are you doing...?"
Each time, Eloa's body stiffened, goosebumps rising visibly.
Seeing the Tiferet Duchess so vulnerable—and getting to touch her freely—this consultation fee was more than generous.
"Duchess, since we're here, wanna play a little with me?"
"Pl-play...? What do you mean?"
"Come on~ You know. Adult games. Ever played with another woman?"
Eloa's mind went blank white; she couldn't even mount a proper resistance before startling upright.
Dorothy's hand had slipped behind her clothes, unhooking her bra with effortless skill.
Eloa didn't even know when it happened—more deft than Si-woo himself.
Before Eloa could recover, Dorothy pressed on.
"You like being tormented, right, Duchess?"
"G-get your hand out of my clothes right now...!"
"Knew it. Lucky~ I'm an expert at tormenting."
"I can't... I have Si-woo... Ah!"
Dorothy sank her fangs into her prey, lightly nipping Eloa's nape.
As her smooth, hot tongue slithered like a slug over the faint pain, Eloa shuddered violently.
"You're too uptight~ I'm just trying to help. Think of it as masturbation, not cheating. I'll just lend a little hand. Like this."
This time, Dorothy flipped up her skirt hem, sensually stroking the inside of Eloa's thigh.
As her spider-like fingers crept toward the white panties, Eloa's body twitched uncontrollably.
"Nngh...!"
"How about a game? Just repeat exactly what I say, Duchess."
At the boundary between thigh and torso.
Dorothy had claimed territory where a single flick would invade her privates—and drove the wedge home.
"Say, 'Please put your fingers in.'"
"...J-just stop joking..."
"Does this look like joking to you?"
Aaaah! So cute, Duchess, so cute, too cute!
Dorothy was screaming internally in ecstasy.
No doubt about it—the Duchess was a herbivore witch with the ultimate torment flavor.
She hadn't planned to get this sticky, but the Michelin five-star reactions made her advance without realizing.
"I... I... I..."
Dorothy licked her lips watching Duchess Eloa repeat herself like a broken record.
Shame.
If not for the circumstances, she'd have gone all the way.
"Alright, got it. Playtime over. See?"
Dorothy skillfully rehooked the bra and straightened Eloa's disheveled clothes.
Eloa, eyes wide as saucers at the sudden shift, looked up with half-relief, half-bewilderment.
Tears glistened pitifully at her eye corners, by the way.
Dorothy shook off the lingering temptation and pointed a finger crisply.
"You need to handle sexual desire in healthy ways. It's neither shameful nor embarrassing."
"...What does that have to do with this?"
"If I'd teased you just a little more, you'd have caved completely. Bottling it up and pretending leads to falling for weird tricks. You could've woken up naked under one blanket tomorrow~"
"I wouldn't have!"
"The fact you couldn't refuse outright is the point. Can't sublimate properly, so you veer into strange paths."
"......"
It was persuasive enough—not quite sophistry—that Eloa found herself nodding.
Indeed, from the firm sex control with Si-woo earlier to everything else, Dorothy seemed genuinely skilled.
After much deliberation, Eloa asked cautiously.
"...Could you teach me?"
"Sure. I got plenty of tips myself. Most important: face your desires honestly."
And so Dorothy's first lecture, "How to Be Honest with Your Desires," stretched on until the sun hung high at midday.
Meanwhile, Rinne was deep into recipe research in the Gemernai estate's kitchen alongside Zlata.
Like Dorothy, Rinne was a public sinner.
No matter the duchesses' agreement, once the gate repairs finished, she'd be expelled from Gehenna.
Thus, Zlata had headed to Border Town at dawn, procuring ingredients in Rinne's stead.
She wasn't thrilled about being dragged out during a rare relaxing vacation, but it didn't matter.
She'd secured generous funding, and immersing in beloved cooking with someone was quite enjoyable.
"Alright, time to taste."
"......"
Rinne and Zlata picked up chopsticks to sample the just-completed dish.
This marked their tenth retry.
From prior experience, Zlata vaguely knew—but Rinne possessed exceptional culinary talent.
Back then, she'd just thought, "Oh, she's good at following along."
Perfect imitators weren't that rare, after all.
"What do you think?"
"It's overcooked. And this rice lacks umami compared to before."
"You're right. Adjust the flame?"
"Better change the seasoning method."
But repeated research with Rinne revealed more.
Rinne had exquisitely sensitive taste buds that left Zlata in awe.
She detected the tiniest differences, with stellar ability to blend and innovate flavors in her head.
After initial trial-and-error, in mere hours she proposed solid adaptations.
A true innate gift.
Still lacking in knowledge volume and experience, she showed gaps—but with a bit more time...
"She might become an absurd monster..."
Zlata shuddered, sensing the advent of a prodigy.
3.
The appointed time arrived.
The venue was the Gemernai estate's banquet kitchen.
A space used only for opening the estate to parties or grand banquets.
At facing prep counters stood the two masters, aprons and headscarves donned, eyes locked in tense standoff.
Dorothy and Si-woo sat on chairs with a clear view of the counters.
Si-woo's role was naturally judge. Dorothy's was...
"Alright~ Prep to finish: three-hour limit. Give it your all with your prepared ingredients."
She gripped a ladle upside-down like a mic, playing commentator.
"Dorothy, is this really necessary?"
"Of course. Too fun to pass up."
Si-woo watched Dorothy's antics half-aghast, mouth agape.
But the two masters ignored the surrounding commotion, glaring solely at each other.
The temperature difference between sides was no joke.
"Who is the perfect wife? Countertop Cook-Off—begins now!"
With Dorothy's arbitrary event name and call to start, Eloa drew a familiar European chef's knife, while Rinne unsheathed a Japanese one.
As the two opened their prepared ingredient boxes, the food battle commenced.