Chapter 97
Chapter 97
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: Treatment (7)
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1.
"Ah..."
"........."
What kind of magic kills you instantly?
That was the first thought that flashed through Yebin's mind amid Amelia's sharp, drug-bust-level ambush.
She wasn't a virgin anymore anyway.
Even if she died right here, there wouldn't be any regrets, right?
In the dagger-like silence piercing the air, Yebin quietly withdrew the fingers that her pussy had been greedily devouring.
A noticeably generous amount of love juices trailed out with a slick sound, which she hastily wiped on her skirt hem before straightening her posture.
Normally, anyone stumbling upon a scene like this would back out or at least pretend they hadn't seen anything and leave—but Amelia stood there, arms crossed, watching impassively as Yebin fumbled to adjust her panties.
Of course, Yebin was in no state of mind to call her out on it.
"S-Sorry..."
She didn't even know what she was apologizing for, but she did it anyway.
"........."
No matter how much Yebin apologized, Amelia's stern expression didn't soften one bit.
Amelia had spent the night tossing and turning in turmoil, and at dawn, she went straight to find Yebin.
She wanted to check if Siwoo's recovery was truly progressing smoothly and if there was any way to reduce the frequency of the treatments.
Knock knock knock.
Knock knock knock.
But even after several knocks, there was no response from Yebin.
Despite the clear signs of someone inside.
Amelia couldn't hold back any longer and pushed the door open.
If it weren't for last night's events, she wouldn't have been so forceful.
She might have assumed Yebin was attending to personal matters and come back later.
But Amelia's frustrations with Yebin had already reached their peak.
She knew it was unavoidable, but some emotions were just too hard to accept.
"........."
"Mmph... Ung... Mmmph..."
The moment she opened the door, Amelia's eyes landed on a massive ass.
Yebin Smirna was wiggling her plump cheeks obscenely while shoving fingers into her pussy—an intimate part she'd never examined closely before.
With her face buried in the pillow and only her ass raised high, the pose was utterly ridiculous, but Amelia felt a boiling rage like heavenly thunder.
So that hole had taken Siwoo's cock and cum?
She'd moaned his name carelessly while lost in pleasure?
And now she was back in her room masturbating solo?
She knew masturbation was something private, deserving more respect than even excretion—no one should peep on that.
But Amelia couldn't hold back.
She'd brought Yebin here because she was the only one who could save Siwoo.
Not to turn him into an object of lust or desire.
Of course, without a powerful confession spell, there was no way to definitively prove Yebin's true intentions.
Amelia had no intention of going that far.
After all, she'd been the one to bring Yebin here, and Yebin was holding Siwoo's lifeline— she'd turned him from a near-corpse into his current improving state.
So she was barely holding it together.
Still, she needed to see Yebin squirm a bit to feel some satisfaction.
Yebin's face flushed red like boiled octopus as she demurely clasped her hands between her thighs, pressing down her flimsy dress.
"How shameless. Can't even act with a shred of propriety. Are all exiles like this?"
The pent-up emotions poured out as venomous barbs at Yebin.
Yebin flinched as if pricked by a awl in the ass, bowing her head even deeper.
She couldn't bring herself to meet Amelia's gaze straight on.
Strictly speaking, Amelia was the one at fault for barging in and catching her masturbating...
But Yebin understood what Amelia was thinking.
Twenty years of drama marathons from childhood, killing this bitch and saving that one, had honed her instincts.
She didn't need it spelled out to know how her actions looked in Amelia's icy eyes.
"S-Sorry... Baroness."
Bobbing her head repeatedly in apology, Yebin seemed to cool Amelia's head a fraction.
With a deep sigh, Amelia spoke to her.
"I know you've put in a lot of effort so far, Miss Smirna. And I'm duly grateful for it."
"...Y-Yes!"
"I'm not doubting your sincerity. But starting with the next treatment, I'll be present."
"Yes! ...Pardon?"
Yebin's head snapped up for the first time in ten minutes, staring at Amelia's face in disbelief at her words.
What did she just say?
Present?
Amelia fixed Yebin with a cold glare, her anger not fully dissipated.
The intense stare was too burdensome to hold, so Yebin quickly bowed her head again.
"If you have any objections, speak up."
"N-No... None. Yes..."
"Then come to my room before today's treatment and let me know."
With that, Amelia stormed out, slamming the door without waiting for a reply.
Yebin stared at the door for a long while after Amelia left, then an odd sound escaped her lips.
"Fuuuuck..."
She flopped face-first onto the bed from her awkward seated position.
Did she really just hear that?
Present for the treatment?
"This is fucking insane..."
She'd been so careful suggesting it, worried it'd spark needless suspicion since healing could only happen through sex.
But of all times, she got caught mid-masturbation.
It was already a situation ripe for 25% suspicion, and getting busted jerking off jacked Amelia's doubts straight to 99%.
And right after fucking Siwoo, too.
The result? She'd have to demonstrate the sex therapy in front of his lover (presumably) the Baroness.
In other words, supervised to prevent any funny business.
The most embarrassing part was that yesterday, she'd shoved treatment aside and just indulged in his body.
Even if the Baroness was overstepping, there was no excuse.
"Who the hell does spectator play on the second fuck..."
It was some next-level ridiculous joke.
But it was actually happening.
And since it was her reality, it wasn't funny at all.
Sure, she hadn't done anything right, but did that mean she had to get pounded in front of the Baroness?
"Is this supposed to be the right thing...?"
Outside, Yebin was a 19th-circle witch who lived large.
But her opponent was Baroness Merrygold, whispered to be three ranks above at the cusp of Grand Witch territory in the 20th circle.
If she harbored real grudge, she could erase someone like Yebin without a trace.
"Ah... seriously... what do I do..."
Face-down on the bed, Yebin kicked the mattress like she was practicing swim strokes.
She couldn't refuse, so why'd she have to masturbate and cause this mess?
Yebin wanted to kill her 30-minutes-ago self.
2.
Time flowed like a deep, relentless river.
No matter how much Yebin agonized internally, it marched on steadily, pulling the sun down to darken the land.
Skipping meals and meditating in her room, Yebin finally emerged with a pallid, deathly expression.
Meditation had done nothing.
For the first time in ten years as a witch, her stomach burned fiercely.
Stress and pressure felt like they'd punch a hole through her gut.
Before Yebin could even knock, Amelia's door swung wide open.
She'd heard the footsteps on the stairs and come out ahead.
"...Uh..."
"Let's go."
Amelia brushed past the dazed Yebin and strode straight to Siwoo's room.
Was this the feeling of a cow being led to slaughter?
Yebin followed behind with slumped shoulders, no choice in the matter.
The moment they entered, Amelia halted abruptly, gazing at Siwoo's face with complicated eyes.
Well, she was about to witness Yebin going wild making babies with him, so that look made sense.
Yebin closed the door very carefully, lest the sound irk Amelia, then shuffled sideways.
"Let me know when you're ready."
Amelia dragged a chair right beside the bed and opened a massive tome as thick as her torso.
Then she began reading.
Yebin had expected some conversation or at least a scolding, but thankfully, that didn't happen.
Still, the heavy pressure didn't lift one bit.
Yebin only watched wholesome one-on-one pure-love girl-targeted porn for her porn habits.
Undressing in front of someone was nerve-wracking enough; now she had to have sex...
"Um, Baroness Merrygold... are you sure you're okay with this...?"
"With what?"
"Maybe... I could make a chart and report separately..."
"It's fine."
She hadn't even said "could you leave?" but it got shot down cold anyway.
Swallowing the urge to scream and sob, Yebin grabbed Siwoo's pants with trembling hands.
"Um... Baroness Merrygold, is it okay to pull down his pants?"
Amelia's eyebrow twitched.
Yet her tone remained perfectly prim, unchanged.
"You don't need permission for every little thing. Just do as you normally would."
That's why she was asking—doing it like last night wouldn't fly.
Reenacting that exactly would flip even a saint of mercy and tolerance in an instant, grabbing her by the hair.
"Yes."
Yebin swallowed hard and slowly pulled down Siwoo's pants.
There lay an imugi coiled in the valley, awaiting ascension.
She scooped some mind-link gel onto her palm.
Damn this bright moon—room was lit up even with lights off.
Even the heavens weren't on her side today.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Grabbing Siwoo's cock and applying gel like yesterday.
The soft member swelled quickly under her clumsy strokes.
Glancing at Amelia, she saw her hastily avert her eyes to the book.
Which meant she'd been staring openly.
Made her want to puke.
Biting her lip, Yebin undressed.
Revealing the thin short dress from yesterday, she hiked up the hem and slid off her panties.
At this point, self-loathing hit alongside the shame: Do I really have to do this...?
"O-Okay, getting on."
"........."
Climbing onto the bed, Yebin inserted her gel-coated fingers deep into her pussy, spreading it thoroughly.
Experience told her insertion without prep hurt like hell.
Her nape prickled the whole time.
No need to say whose gaze.
But failing to show proper treatment would just earn more of the Baroness's ire.
She had to prove she was seriously treating him as a doctor, not slacking.
Yebin gripped Siwoo's cock reverently and rubbed it gently against her folds, seeking the entrance.
Even with yesterday's experience, she found it quicker than expected.
Just the genitals touching sent her heart pounding, hot breath rising.
Yesterday's pleasure kept overlapping.
No, focus.
Steeling herself, Yebin took Siwoo's cock inside in one go.
Easier than expected, loosened from last night's marathon.
"Ngh...!"
Her body rigid from tension and shame.
A split-second lapse stole balance from her precariously perched legs.
"Eh...?"
If she fell sideways or backward like this...?
Penile fracture.
To protect Siwoo's cock, Yebin abandoned tiptoeing and impaled herself fully.
Splat!
She'd been wrong.
No matter how good it felt, she thought she could stifle any moans with willpower.
Until the glans suddenly plunged in, prodding her cervix relentlessly.
"Haaaang...♡"
A massive, lewd moan echoed thickly through the room.
Even to Yebin, it sounded utterly lascivious and depraved.