Chapter 296: Coming Back (4)

1.

I didn't expect to meet Ms. Periwinkle again.

Anyway, I can't keep Master waiting any longer.

-Knock, knock

"Come in."

Siwoo knocked on the door and only opened it after Eloa responded.

He didn't have the pink clover anymore, but this had become a habit of sorts.

Just a few days ago, if he were to open the door at this time, a half-naked Eloa would greet him with surprised eyes, like a startled rabbit.

"You're a little late."

Luckily for both of them, nothing unusual happened this time.

His master, sitting by the fireplace, was dozing off like a cat basking in the pleasant sunlight.

Though, she was dressed in her formal attire rather than her pajamas, most likely because of the things that had been happening recently.

To their relief, the couple who had been making quite the ruckus with their amorous noises seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Ah, yes, I met up with an acquaintance, a witch."

"A witch?"

"Yes, you know, Ms. Periwinkle, the one who helped me before."

When he entered the room, Eloa greeted him with her usual warm smile, even though he hadn't done anything else aside from that.

But as soon as he uttered the word 'Periwinkle', her smile froze.

"I was expressing my gratitude to her for saving me the other day. You know, I owe her a favor because of that..."

"A...favor... I see..."

Periwinkle, the same witch who Eloa saw when she was forced to watch Siwoo's sexual intercourse a while ago.

As soon as her name was mentioned, Eloa's mind started buzzing with various thoughts.

Scenes of explicit debauchery and vulgarity during the intercourse came to her mind, but that wasn't the only thing.

Her mind wandered to the question, 'Why is he late this time...?'.

Unconsciously, she glanced at Siwoo's clothes.

It took around thirty to forty minutes for him to come back here after leaving.

That was enough for a quick tryst, right?

Maybe that was the muffled 'swish-swish' sound I heard not too long ago?

Her face turned redder as her fluster and confusion increased.

The change in her complexion was noticeable.

At the same time, an uncomfortable feeling pricked at her chest.

"Master?"

"...Huh?!"

She couldn't find any words to tell him, so she slowly lowered her head.

Concerned by her strange reaction, Siwoo tentatively reached out his hand to her shoulder, causing her to jerk her head up like a spring.

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing! I-It's nothing, really!"

Siwoo was usually clueless about things like this, but even he could tell that something was off. What he couldn't tell was that Eloa's reaction stemmed from her secretly spying on his sexual intercourse with Periwinkle.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

That was why the conclusion that he reached was, 'Maybe Master's health is still a little poor', increasing his concern for her.

"Anyway! It's late, why don't you get some sleep?"

"That's the plan. Are you sleeping by the fireplace, Master?"

"Yes."

Both of them settled into their respective beds comfortably.

Siwoo had exhausted himself enough for today. He had put his last burst of effort into his research since this morning, which had left his head steaming, while Eloa, as usual, was worn out because of the price she had to pay for her covenant.

They both were buzzed from the drinks they drank before, and were both so exhausted that they had a feeling that they'd pass out as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

"Have a good sleep."

"You too, get a good rest."

After turning off the decorative light, Eloa closed her eyes. Shortly after, she began to hear Siwoo's rhythmic breathing.

However, unlike Siwoo, who quickly fell asleep, she couldn't seem to do so.

Her mind was busy thinking of Siwoo's words from earlier about his encounter with Periwinkle.

At first, she only felt a vague sense of embarrassment and confusion when she heard those words.

That much wasn't hard to figure out for her.

After all, she had secretly witnessed their sexual affair and the memories from that time came rushing back.

However, within that mix, she also felt a nagging discomfort, like a thorn at the tip of her finger.

Specifically when she remembered the way Siwoo kissed Periwinkle.

And when she considered the possibility of him engaging in another sexual intercourse with her again before returning to this room...

A heavy and murky emotion enveloped her heart.

The problem was, she couldn't quite figure out why she was feeling this way.

Unlike the other instance, this feeling definitely wasn't instinctual, and she didn't know where it came from.

"..."

Eloa gently opened her eyes.

Despite them calling it a special suite, the room felt cramped, the beds were so close to each other, they could barely fit a small desk between them.

So, Siwoo's face was clearly visible to her, as he laid there with his eyes closed, facing her direction.

When she saw him having sex with Sharon for the first time...

It didn't really bother her.

She just felt embarrassed because she accidentally stumbled upon their secret rendezvous.

When she saw Siwoo serving Periwinkle as a way to repay his debt...

She felt a mixture of embarrassment and awkwardness.

For the first time, she sensed a subtle hint of desire and, oddly enough, she began to see him as a 'man'.

But that was it.

She didn't feel any discomfort or unexplainable aversion.

"..."

But today was different.

She stupidly suspected that those two were up to something outside.

There were all sorts of negativity that she felt inside her.

And she realized that the target of that negativity was 'Periwinkle'.

So, she analyzed her jumbled emotions from an objective standpoint.

After finding out what the target of her discomfort, aversion and the indescribable negativity was...

She took a step back, because she was finally able to find the identity of the emotion she was currently feeling.

Jealousy.

When she, Eloa Tiphereth, thought that her disciple, Shin Siwoo, might have an affair with a woman, she immediately became jealous.

Like a woman in love whose lover had been stolen away from her.

"No way..."

Eloa denied that possibility.

Then again, she had to.

A master feeling jealous for her disciple...

There are limits to crossing the line...

No way that's the case, it must be...

A natural reaction, yes. Like a mother trying to strictly evaluate a potential romantic partner for her beloved son.

Maybe it's more like a protective father when he sees his precious daughter bringing her boyfriend home?

Eloa managed to reach a compromise with herself just like that.

It was a pretty good one too, so her expression loosened up a bit.

At that moment...

"Haang...!"

She heard an ominous voice.

It was even more ominous than the sound of a cord burning under the bed for her.

"Do you like it? You want it rougher?"

"Yes...rougher..."

The symphony of moans began once again, except this time, it came from the other side of the room, not the side where the previous lovemaking had just ended.

Eloa pondered whether she should go over and say something, biting her lip and squinting her eyes.

But it didn't feel right for her to make a fuss when it wasn't like they had rented the whole inn or anything. Besides, she was too tired for this.

After flipping the blanket over, she muttered and groaned for a long time before finally fell asleep.

2.

For the twins, it was another day of lessons.

Since it was a holiday, they had switched the afternoon class to the morning since they had no other schedule to follow for the day.

-Slam!

At that moment, Sharon barged in, opening the door roughly.

Her strides were filled with confidence, without any sign of hesitation or worry.

It made her seem like she was walking into an arena while bearing the resolve of a gladiator.

"Submit your assignment."

The twins, who were sitting in the classroom as usual, widened their eyes when they saw her.

Sharon proudly straightened her shoulders under the shaky gaze of the two pairs of purple eyes.

Currently, the twins were experiencing a cultural shock, since they were accustomed to Gehenna's modest attire.

They were even rubbing their eyes, trying to make sure that they weren't just imagining things.

Today, Sharon was dressed in the clothes she usually wore back in the Modern World.

To be precise, she was wearing a crop top that showed off her cleavage and her dolphin pants.

It wasn't a suitable attire to use for the season, since it was mid-autumn, and even less so for a lecture.

"...Huh?"

"...Um?"

Yet, she entered the classroom in such an outfit anyway, as if she didn't care about the dress code. But this wasn't the thing she did thoughtlessly.

Now that she knew they were going to compete openly, she decided to show them the charm that women should have.

Regardless of wealth, or anything else, really, the most important thing in a fight for love was charm.

Rich foreign celebrities didn't just risk their fortunes in divorce settlements for no reason.

No matter how much money one had, the thing that could capture a man was a woman's face and figure.

Sure, the twins were cute, but she possessed a lethal weapon that couldn't be rivaled by their cuteness.

The twins looked at her luscious breasts with mesmerized expressions, then they stared at each other's chests, as if trying to compare.

Perhaps they were even wondering if they needed to combine their chests to match hers.

Seeing their reactions, Sharon raised a single eyebrow before flashing a smug grin.

"What are you doing? Turn in your assignments."

The twins pouted before doing exactly just that.

Sharon handed out a total of ten questions to them.

Those questions were personally written by her and to solve them, they needed to utilize the theory they had learned the day before.

She swiftly went through their assignments with a red pen in her hand, making quick corrections as she did.

Both of them diligently wrote their answers from the first to ninth questions.

But, the one question that caught Sharon's undivided attention was the tenth one.

Because it was the one question she had put the most effort in.

[Question 10]

[Figure 1]

[In a witch's lab with the structure described below, there are valuable research materials. Assume that there are twin cats eyeing those materials. Design a magic square that would effectively repel those cats efficiently with the following conditions.]

[Condition 1]

[The twin black cats would show up randomly without any fixed schedule, and they won't be easily scared off.]

[Condition 2]

[Incorporate at least three different elemental arrays into the magic square without using any runic symbols.]

[Condition 3]

[Assume there's a 1.5% resistance to mana flow within the magic square and the elemental waveforms are steady.]

It was clear what the twin cats in Sharon's question referred to.

As she skimmed through the answers to her biased question, she glanced at the twins.

"What's with your answers for question ten?"

Both twins had only written a single line for Question 10.

[Just let the cats steal it]

"This is totally about us! Why else would you come up with this?!"

"It's unfair, unfair I say!"

The twins slammed their palms on the table, criticizing Sharon for abusing her authority.

But Sharon didn't even bat an eye to this.

Because she felt that if she didn't act this shamelessly, there was no way that she'd even stand a chance against those two.

"You two need to take your lessons and assignments more seriously!"

"Sharon unnie, you're the one who should do that! Don't mix personal matters into our assignments!"

"Also, your outfit is way too revealing! Please refrain from wearing such clothes in the future! It's indecent!"

Sharon strided past the teacher's desk to approach the twins.

With her arms crossed, her chest perched on her arms, each sway of her body would accentuate the ample size of her chest, leaving a big impression on the fragile hearts of the twins.

Successfully scoring two goals in quick succession right at the start of the battle, Sharon became especially pumped.

This was not the usual Sharon anymore, but Berserker Sharon.

"What do you mean? This is just my casual outfit. Everyone's dressed like this in the Modern World. What made you think this is indecent, hm?"

With her hand on the desk, Sharon leaned forward, successfully emphasizing her cleavage even more.

The twins sealed their lips tightly as they gazed into the deep valley in front of them.

"Ugh! Those must be fake! Yeah, they're fake!"

"Right! You used magic to make it bigger, right?! Tell us the truth!"

They desperately tried to deny the reality in front of them.

Even the twins knew that a woman's breasts were one of her most attractive features.

That was why, the thought of their dear assistant being captivated and teased by the pair of breasts in front of them made their confidence plummet.

Sharon knew this, of course, and she used this chance to score a hattrick.

"Is that so? Then, why don't you two touch it?"

Rather boldly, she extended her chest towards the twins.

After sharing a quick look, the twins reluctantly extended their hands.

"If you really think you can bewitch Mr. Assistant with something like this..."

"You're mistaken..."

-Squeeze!

At that moment, they felt both warmth and softness in their palms.

The chest in front of them was too big for their tiny hands to hold.

Its firmness, volume, and softness, coming through the bouncing sensation, was enough to render them speechless.

There was no way that a fake could evoke this kind of feeling.

The kind of captivating sensation that would get even women addicted, the epitome of natural femininity.

Their expression instantly turned grim.

It was as if they were facing an insurmountable wall that couldn't be overcome through effort alone.

"By the way, Siwoo reaaaally likes them."

They said that fighting with kids would turn you into one.

This seemed to be what was happening here, as Sharon, who managed to silence the twins with her childish tactic, raised her sassy face high while shrugging her shoulders.

Seeing her like this, Odile spoke in a low voice.

"...Odette, lock the door."

"Got it, Sis."

-Click!

Using telekinesis, Odette promptly locked the door.

The twins quietly rose from their seats.

As they were doing this, Sharon looked at them, confused.

"Huh?"

The twins let out a snort and launched themselves at her like missiles.

"Even if it's you, Sharon unnie, we can't take it anymore!"

"Take your gloves off and fight us!"

"W-Wait, you two! What are you doing?!"

With a growl, Odile lunged at her, grabbing her by the hair.

Meanwhile, Odette clung to her arm, restricting her movements.

The three of them became entangled in a catfight, without even having a chance to use magic.

"Ow, ow! Get off me!"

"How dare you humiliate us like this!"

"Don't you realize how inefficient something this big is?! They're definitely fake!"

"Are you two out of your minds?! You are the ones who started this!"

"No, you are the one who provoked us first!"

"We're not going to give up on Mr. Assistant!"

And this...

Continued for a good while.