Late Night Uninvited Guest (2)
Siela, harboring unusually bold thoughts all on her own, quietly returned to her room and locked the door behind her. Leaning back against it, she slid down to the floor, covering her face with both hands.
“Ugh, I must be crazy……”
Her face burned so hot that her palms felt cold against it.
Seduction, of all things. Of course, Siela wasn’t completely clueless about such methods, but she was still a refined young lady from a prestigious family. As the cherished daughter of the world-renowned Teraport house, she had always been doted on at home. Even after leaving to become the disciple of Demon Star Eleonora, her brilliant talent had earned her constant affection from her master.
That’s what allowed her to grow into such a lively, bright person—and without even trying, she naturally drew the attention and love of those around her. For someone like Siela, the idea of actively seducing another person first was utterly foreign and embarrassing.
For a fleeting moment, emotion had overtaken reason, making her think she should seduce Seong Hyun-jin. But now, alone in her private space, her head had cooled, and waves of shame crashed over her.
“Ugh……”
But Siela knew this too. This was a golden opportunity that might never come again.
Seong Hyun-jin had a subtle habit of gazing at his girlfriend—Serena—like a sunflower following the sun. Her master seemed to be an exception, but just think about how Yeonhui had nearly driven a wedge between them by throwing herself at him so aggressively. That’s why Siela had always been cautious. But now wasn’t the time for that.
Serena’s possessiveness would only grow stronger, never weaken, so she’d keep trying to monopolize Seong Hyun-jin. He couldn’t possibly ignore her feelings, which meant if Siela let this chance slip by, another might never come.
“……Yeah, I have to do it.”
Siela steeled her resolve. Acting like this was a first for her, and utterly mortifying, but……if she missed this shot, who knew when she’d get another to win his heart? She had to move.
Standing up from where she’d slumped, Siela called out softly into the workshop-like space that was her room.
“……Shamash.”
A red glow erupted in Siela’s dimly lit workshop, and a vast, intricate magic circle sprang to life. What was once called the Shamash Prophecy had its prophetic functions removed after that incident and reconfigured into a convenience magic for Siela’s daily use. She had shown Seong Hyun-jin the version engraved in her small bracelet, but the main body remained installed in her workshop. With prophecy stripped away, it retained countless other functions.
“……Search for the kind of outfit that would most excite a young man, and generate one in my size.”
Even at her master’s embarrassing request, Shamash began its investigation without batting an eye.
Without its prophetic powers, it wasn’t quite as potent as before, but Shamash’s computational prowess was still formidable. It scanned every book in the Magic Kingdom’s royal library in mere minutes.
Soon, the investigation complete, Shamash reported back.
“Generate them all.”
The recreation runes in Shamash’s magic circle glowed brightly as they activated. Shamash produced several items: maid outfits, swimsuits, sheer negligees, and more……all provocative enough to stir any man’s senses.
And among them, one stood out the most. Siela blinked in confusion at the sight.
“Sh-Shamash, what’s this……?”
It might be familiar to frequenters of pleasure districts, but to the nobly raised Teraport lady, it was a shocking first.
“Uniform? This is a uniform? They wear this while working?”
“So……men like it?”
Siela swallowed hard. Pointing at the scandalously lewd outfit, she said,
“……I’ll go with this. Dispose of the rest.”
And so, Siela donned the most embarrassing outfit she’d ever seen in her life. If word got out that the Teraport lady was wearing something like this, the family’s reputation might plummet that very day……but right now, Siela couldn’t care less. Winning one man’s heart mattered more than family prestige.
But simply changing clothes wasn’t enough for success. Everything had to be flawless. She needed to slip into Seong Hyun-jin’s room without Serena Eldark or anyone else noticing.
“……Junior’s still asleep, right?”
Shamash was an ultra-high-performance all-purpose magic circle. Stripped only of prophecy, its detection capabilities could monitor not just the workshop but the entire academy.
Sensing Seong Hyun-jin was still out was child’s play.
“……Then I should head down now.”
“Of, of course I’ll change before going out!”
Siela huffed. “……I have something to do.”
“No, she’s fine. What I’m doing now doesn’t require entering the room anyway.”
Siela changed back into her academy uniform and stepped out. Descending the stairs, she approached Seong Hyun-jin’s door but didn’t open it. Doing so now would look suspicious, and Serena Eldark might hear and come out.
Instead, Siela extended her hand toward his room and cast a spell.
“Snow Bind”
The binding spell would keep a groggy Seong Hyun-jin from wandering when he woke. Confirming it took hold, Siela turned back. She’d return to her room and wait quietly until he stirred.
Then, while he struggled against the binding, she’d sneak in……
“……It’s Junior’s fault.”
She’d make him lay hands on her.
“Who told him to get so hot……?”
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And so, late that night, when Seong Hyun-jin awoke, Siela was slipping into his room.
“……Junior, sleep well?”
“……Senior Siela?”
“Uncomfortable? I-I’ll release it.”
“……Pardon?”
Siela undid the binding spell on Seong Hyun-jin as she spoke. Though his body was free, he stayed frozen, utterly baffled.
Did Senior bind me with magic? Why?
Only then did he notice it—Siela’s outfit. The bizarre getup made him jolt upright.
“S-Se- Senior……?”
“……Junior.”
He had no choice but to stare. It was what people commonly called a bunny girl outfit.
“H-How’s it look……? Like it?”
For some reason, Siela even raised her hands high and hopped like a bunny. Her underarms, the curve of her breasts, her sideboob—all exposed clearly. Seong Hyun-jin couldn’t look away.
“……Senior, what the hell is going on?”
“……Not a fan?”
“That’s not the issue……”
“Does it suit me? In your eyes……does it look good?”
Seong Hyun-jin couldn’t answer her question. Lying was impossible—she could see his eyes glued to her—and admitting it felt problematic too.
But while his reason faltered, his body was honest. Before he knew it, his hand had reached out, resting on Siela’s slim waist.
“……!”
“……Ah.”
Siela looked startled, but her lips curved in satisfaction. Seong Hyun-jin yanked his hand back in panic.
“Senior, that’s not—I’m in a weird state right now, as you know……”
“……So you do like it?”
“Huh?”
“Even in your weird state……you think I look good right now, don’t you?”
Her voice brimmed with confidence.
“I know you’re not yourself, but instinct’s winning over reason……that doesn’t change what you like or don’t, right?”
“…….”
“Then……”
Siela pressed closer, as if he’d pulled her into an embrace. The thin fabric barely hid her breasts as they brushed his chest—a paralyzing stimulus for Seong Hyun-jin, whose hormones raged like a growing boy’s.
“……Can you hold me?”
“……!!”
“You can do whatever you want……I’m okay with it?”
Whispering sweetly, Siela rose on tiptoe.
Mwah.
She lightly pressed her lips to his cheek, then pulled back with one final word.
“I like you, Hyun-jin.”