Chapter 94
Chapter 94
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: Treatment (4)
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1.
Amelia couldn't hide her tangled emotions.
Her head was already pounding from Shin Siwoo's issues, and now the twins had landed a critical blow on top of it.
"Professor, the truth is... we secretly slipped you Eros's potion once."
Odile and Odette bowed so low their heads nearly touched the ground, offering Amelia their deepest apologies.
The gist was simple.
Amelia had consumed a love potion made from Siwoo's semen.
At the time, it had shown no effects, and since it was just a half-baked potion anyway, they'd brushed it off as no big deal.
"We had no idea what might happen when we mixed it into your tea... We tested it ourselves, and the effects vary a lot from person to person... We wondered if maybe, in your case, you're still caught up in the potion's influence."
"We thought you deserved to know, Professor."
"We're so sorry... Punish us however you want..."
The twins had come and gone from the mansion for months, observing Amelia closely.
They'd vaguely sensed that the intensity in how she treated Siwoo went far beyond mere guilt.
Tormented by remorse at seeing her suffer so much because of him, they'd gone to Sophia, confessed everything, and come clean to Amelia too.
Potion effects and mechanisms varied wildly.
Since they weren't like drugs with verifiable chemical reactions, dissecting them one by one was next to impossible—they were that intricate.
If it had been poison, her stigma's auto-defense would've filtered it out.
But Eros's potion worked like an emotional "buff," amplifying feelings, so even Amelia's defenses couldn't catch it.
Amelia was stunned.
All of it—just a false illusion?
The displeasure she'd felt watching him banter with the twins.
Her panic, fleeing from his anger.
The liberation of realizing her feelings too late and calling his name as she chased after him.
The grief that had torn screams from her throat when she thought she'd lost him.
The terror at the warning that he might never be the same.
The despair upon hearing she might have to sleep with Yebin to heal him.
All lies?
Just the potion's doing?
"But it might not be entirely that... The potion's description said, 'It has no effect on someone you're already in love with...'"
Odette's addendum.
No effect on someone you already love...
Did that mean, when she drank it, she was already in love with him?
Amelia shook her head.
It was true she'd glanced at the insolent slave who dared refuse a Night Attendant offer from a witch.
After that, she'd noted his diligent obedience, carrying out orders without tricks.
Even when he grumbled occasionally, she'd thought, "How dare a mere slave!"—but never truly hated him.
Over time, his face started popping into her mind unbidden.
But that was it.
It definitely wasn't the fierce emotion surging through her now, Amelia reflected.
"Get out."
Reeling from the shock, Amelia couldn't even muster anger as she shooed out the twins and Sophia.
She was gripped by utter turmoil.
As the twins said—maybe because of Eros's potion.
As Sophia said—maybe because it was the first emotion she'd ever truly felt.
Was she just fooling herself with her own lies all along?
"........."
Recognizing a potion's influence was tricky.
But once aware, purging it was straightforward.
Similar to dispersing Fatigue Perfume.
She could snap her fingers right now and wipe it all away.
Amelia raised her overlapped fingers.
Then lowered them.
One flick, and everything could ease.
This heavy heart.
The guilt of failing to protect him.
The sense of debt for making him suffer.
The crushing weight that no amount of Fatigue Perfume could lull to sleep.
The fear of an unknown outcome.
And.
The warmth felt holding his hand.
The pounding heart from his scent.
The longing to hear even his angry voice.
The love that made her feel less alone just thinking of him.
Yes, love—worthy of the name.
All scattered like dandelion seeds in the wind.
Siwoo becomes a full-time slave, Amelia his dedicated associate professor.
Amelia let her raised hand fall limply to clutch her chest.
"I don't want... to lose it..."
Even if it's an illusion.
No matter how agonizing or exhausting.
"I don't want... to forget it either..."
This belongs to Amelia Merrygold.
No one can take it or touch it lightly.
Least of all her own hands destroying it all.
-Tap tap tap
Footsteps echoed from outside.
Yebin ascending from the guest room on the first floor via the central stairs to the second.
Amelia instinctively pressed against the door.
Tonight was the night Yebin had mentioned at noon—Siwoo's procedure.
Cracking the door, she glimpsed Yebin's back heading to his room.
"........."
A thin layered dress that let moonlight reveal her skin beneath.
What she'd only known intellectually now hit her heart.
Soon, she'd press against Siwoo skin-to-skin.
Yield her deepest places, exchange fluids.
-Thud
The door closed.
After biting her lips and hesitating, Amelia quietly slipped out of her room.
2.
Yebin sighed deeply the moment she entered Siwoo's room.
She'd spent over ten hours a day here for treatment, but tonight it felt strangely unfamiliar.
Maybe because tonight she truly became an adult—no, a doctor.
"God, what a headache..."
Yebin glanced awkwardly at her outfit.
Since it wasn't real intercourse, she hadn't planned to strip fully and had picked the comfiest clothes provided...
But the hem was so short her healthy thighs were fully exposed.
Sleeveless, loose shoulder straps that threatened to slip off any second.
On the plus side, panties off and ready for insertion.
"Should've thrown a top over it..."
A bit chilly.
Despite her resolve, the lament of "My first time like this..." had dulled her thinking more than usual.
But she couldn't back out now with her mind all fuzzy.
She'd already manually removed her hymen for a smooth procedure.
Squatting in the bathroom, fingering herself—remembering that was, well...
"Pretty pathetic..."
Yebin suddenly felt glum.
She'd learned hymen shapes vary, and hers barely bled.
Pain from rupture was negligible too.
After a ritual bath-like shower without magic for once, she tied her long loose hair into a ponytail.
"Shin Siwoo-ssi, you're nervous, right? Me too."
Denying tension would be a lie.
And straddling a silent man on the bed without a word felt even more desolate.
To ease the awkwardness, Yebin chattered idly.
Living alone had made her talk to herself more anyway.
"Gonna take off your pants now."
The loose patient garb slid down easily at her tug, his lower half emerging with a brief snag.
"Whoa..."
She'd massaged and examined his body multiple times, knew the size.
Never blushed or had weird thoughts back then.
With his life hanging by a thread, fawning over a dick would've been ridiculous.
But tonight's added act changed things?
His "male organ," once clinical, looked different now.
Yebin spread her hand wide, comparing.
Length from wrist to middle finger tip—about the same.
"Siwoo-ssi, I knew, but it's big. Oh wait, sexual harassment?"
"........."
"Got a girlfriend?"
"........."
"Any experience?"
"........."
"Sleeping Beauty prince, just lying there snoring? Missing out with a cutie like me."
"........."
No reply, as expected.
She hadn't anticipated one anyway and grabbed her prepped reagent.
Like ultrasound gel, a probe for her to receive his thoughts and mana waves flawlessly.
Bonus: slick enough for lube.
"Sorry, but don't think too badly. I'm losing out plenty too."
Ambushing him without consent warranted a small apology.
She slathered gel on her hand, coating his flaccid member evenly.
The soft cock rolled in her gel-slick palm.
Waxed smooth, not a hair in sight.
Like a Western porn star's.
"First, like this... right?"
Yebin grasped Siwoo's limp shaft.
Already soft, the gel made it slick and precarious, ready to slip away.
"And, up and down..."
-Squelch squelch squelch
Each press against his base and belly produced an embarrassingly lewd sound.
Yebin stroked slowly up and down, monitoring reactions.
Ready to stop if overexcited or odd signs appeared.
Siwoo's face stayed serene, gazing at the ceiling.
But the thing in her hand began swelling steadily.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
Each stroke: bigger, hotter, harder.
Under three minutes of handjob, it stood fully erect, glistening.
"Too big...?"
She'd thought it large before.
Now engorged, it boasted intimidating girth and length.
Exaggerating, glans like a baby's fist, shaft curving up menacingly—Yebin paled.
Beyond hand-comparison size now.
"Uh..."
Yebin let go gingerly.
Blinked, then pressed to her belly for measure.
"Here... about here?"
Pure length: reached past her navel.
Now it scared her a bit.
"......Hmmm..."
Yebin furrowed her brows in thought.
Then steeled herself and climbed onto the bed.
Not lovers' sex—just erect, insert for telepathy.
Ejaculate inside for perfection.
"Oh, right."
She applied remaining gel to her folds.
His was lubed, but first time for her.
Needed prep to avoid pain.
"Then, excuse me... um..."
Lifting the thin dress hem revealed Yebin's plump ass.
Down toned thighs to faint downy pubic hair.
Gel-damp bushes hid her virgin slit, awaiting entry.
"This the way...?"
Hand behind, between legs, aiming his cock.
Hot glans teasing her petals made her heart race unexpectedly.
Squatting over him like peeing, Yebin reviewed cowgirl from foreplay vids, slowly lowering her hips.