Chapter 98
Chapter 98
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: Love is a Lie (1)
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“Aaaah...♡”
The sweet moan filled the room before Yebin could clap a hand over her mouth.
But it was too late to take back the sound that had already escaped.
Amelia stared wide-eyed at the two, now joined as one.
Siwoo’s thing.
The cock she’d stroked and made cum several times under the excuse of “lab practice” was, as she well knew, enormous.
Even just handling it with her hands had made her wonder how it could possibly fit into that tiny hole down there—enough to short-circuit her brain.
Yet that massive pillar had slipped inside Yebin’s body like a lie.
Everything but a bit of the root at the base was buried deep within her.
“S-Sorry... Eek...!”
Yebin shot Amelia an apologetic glance, her face full of remorse.
But it didn’t ring true.
No one sincerely sorry would let out a voice laced with such lewd nasal moans.
Amelia felt the blood drain straight to her head.
They’re really having sex.
Shoving that raging hard-on into her slick pussy, thrusting until he cums.
She understood it intuitively, and the realization hit like a gut punch.
“Hoo... Hng... Ungh...”
Yebin’s thighs trembled as she struggled to keep her balance.
But she couldn’t stifle the moans leaking out, so she clamped one hand firmly over her mouth.
Her eyes flicked to Amelia, then back forward.
And in a low voice, she murmured:
“I’m... gonna move now...”
Amelia had no strength to reply.
In truth, her mind had frozen solid the moment she heard that moan.
Yebin’s beautifully curved waist and hips began to rise and fall slowly.
-Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...
A thoroughly obscene sound echoed from where their bodies met.
Sticky gel stretched thin, the most sensitive skin and mucosa rubbing together.
“Hmph... Mmph... Uu... Mmph...”
“.........”
They’re really fucking.
Right in front of her eyes.
Yebin’s hips bucking like she was flaunting their act of love felt like mockery directed straight at Amelia.
Amelia’s heart throbbed with pain like it was being carved out.
Why did this hurt so much all of a sudden?
Just because she loved him?
It felt like her most precious treasure was being stolen away before her very eyes.
This is weird.
Weird.
Everything’s so weird.
“Hoo... Mmph... Hoo... Ah... Aaang...”
Yebin’s hand stayed over her mouth, but rough breaths and hot nasal whines slipped through her fingers.
Goosebumps prickled across her pale thighs.
Her previously tense eyes had gone half-lidded and glassy with lust.
“Ngh... Kch, Hn... Uu... Eek...!”
Yebin started riding in earnest, picking up a rhythm.
She clearly wanted to end this awkward fiasco as quickly as possible.
But the discomfort of being watched, the duty to get the job done, the pleasure pulsing from his cock—none of it could be fully filtered out.
“Haa... Hn... Hn...!”
Siwoo’s cock still felt incredible.
No—better than yesterday, even.
Sexual nerves grew more sensitive with use.
More precisely, the body acclimated to pleasures it was meant to feel all along.
And Yebin, with her habitual masturbation addiction granting her clit sensitivity far beyond the norm, adapted at a supernatural pace.
No proper foreplay, fully aware Amelia was watching from the side—yet her hips wouldn’t stop, milking out thick waves of pleasure.
Every motion stimulated her good spots like her pussy had become his personal sleeve.
“Ah... Ha... Oo...”
This won’t do.
Sounds kept leaking despite her hand.
Worrying about it was a waste; better to focus on the healing spell to convince Amelia.
With that resolve, Yebin began casting.
Smirna’s Self-Generating Magic, Panacea, worked through “close contact” with the body.
It read and deeply analyzed the target’s information.
Far more precise than mana senses, its accuracy peaked the closer the body part was to the stigma-bearing womb.
Thus, taking Siwoo inside her maximized Yebin’s abilities.
She might not be exceptional, but Yebin was a full-fledged witch.
Shifting focus from stifling moans to analyzing Siwoo, her own sounds faded from awareness.
She parsed the thread-like waves of mana pouring from him, merging spiritually.
Fishing useful fragments from the torrent of data, seeking clues to restore his brain.
The concentration once wasted on suppressing moans now poured into healing—the results were obvious.
“Haa... Ahng... Aaang...! Aaang! Aaaang!”
Yebin threw her head back, wailing sweetly.
Her once-composed face twisted in ecstasy as a bonus.
Like a female born solely to receive seed and bear young, she panted, noble intellect lost.
No matter the circumstances, to Amelia it was pure mating.
Lime-green mana reflections gleamed in Yebin’s eyes, but a strand of drool trailed from her open mouth.
Her increasingly lewd hipwork churned up and down, desperate to wring out every drop of his cum.
Yebin’s unabashed, fervent ravishing of Siwoo’s body was a shock to Amelia.
His flushed erection plunged deep into her secret depths.
Each thrust of his brilliant cock churned her innards, ripe fruit juice spilling sweetly.
Staring at the erotic sight, Amelia felt her heart sting and ache.
“...........”
Amelia squeezed her eyes shut at Yebin pounding away like a beast.
She closed her book on her lap and rose quietly.
Yebin kept at it, ignoring her as if the room and bed were solely theirs.
Amelia knew why.
Yebin was focused on healing.
But that did nothing to ease the crushing defeat gnawing at her, denying her the will to stay and watch.
Amelia shut the door behind her.
Back in her room, she stood blankly before lighting a cigarette as if she’d just remembered.
She was exhausted now.
Ready to let go of the feelings she’d clung to out of fear of loss.
Time to wake from the fleeting dream and return to her proper place.
Whether her exclusive slave tangled with another woman—no longer her concern.
Better to abandon it all than suffer this lonely misery.
On half-impulse, she crossed her fingers.
No torrent of doubts this time.
Her numb mind from the shock just chanted, I want relief.
-Snap!
A clear, ringing sound echoed through the room.
Amelia’s stigma activated, purging all anomalies interfering with her mana circuits.
Whatever form the love potion lingered in, this would erase it all.
The farce of a love game was over—not even worth joking about.
Realizing it, violent nausea surged.
What had she done? Had she ruined something irreparable in her pain?
“...Ah.”
Anxiety hit like being cast adrift on endless seas with splintered planks, no compass.
Terror gripped her; she desperately tried to halt the stigma’s purification.
But before she could call it off, the stigma had neatly cleared every impurity.
Too late now.
Overwhelmed by bitter regret, Amelia collapsed to the floor.
The poignant love she’d felt for the first time in long centuries—gone.
“.........”
Whatever Yebin did with Siwoo now, she didn’t care.
Even if he never woke, just a fleeting regret.
Amelia Merrygold was alone again.
It was so heartbreaking her chest felt worn to edges.
A minute passed, then two.
“..........?”
Amelia cracked her eyes open, glancing around.
After blinking for a while, realization dawned.
She shot to her feet, gritted her teeth, and hurled the vase from the desk at the wall.
-Crash!
Glass shattered, shards scattering everywhere.
Fist clenched, Amelia ground her teeth.
Odile! Odette! Sophia! She screamed their names inwardly, chewing the words.
“It’s the... same...!”
Any potion effects should’ve been purified.
Yet Amelia felt no psychological shift whatsoever.
She still yearned to caress his face, feel his warmth through interlaced fingers.
Imagining Yebin gleefully fucking him still boiled her blood.
In short, the potion had never worked to begin with.
All unknowing, she’d earnestly mulled, What if this isn’t real love?I’m so sad, but I don’t want to hurt anymore, so I’ll let go...
All alone...
Alone!
Filming her own tearjerker melodrama.
Shame and embarrassment burning, Amelia tackled the down pillow on her bed.
A clean takedown, then mount position, unleashing pounding fists with twisted fury.
-Thud thud thud thud
How seriously she’d agonized!
Truly thought she’d lost everything—how she’d grieved!
All a delusional blunder!
-Thud thud thud thud
Feathers from the eviscerated pillow fluttered in the air amid her vicious blows.
-Thud... Thud...
Her relentless breathless pounding slowed, reduced to limp taps as strength faded.
“U... Uu... Uk... Hic... Hn-hic...”
Tears trickled from Amelia’s eyes.
Like realizing her master’s preciousness only after she vanished, or Siwoo’s after nearly losing him.
In that moment trying to abandon love, Amelia knew.
Her feelings for him were utterly precious.
The joy of not losing them overwhelmed her.
Amelia clutched the half-shredded pillow, wiping her tears with both hands for a long while.