1.
It would take pages to describe the grandeur of Malkuth Gallery, and it still wouldn’t do it justice.
The closest comparison to it would be to the Belle Époque Era of late 19th-century Europe; a ti of imnse prosperity and progress.
Its glass do was reminiscent of London’s Crystal Palace, while the warm glow of crimson chandeliers created an atmosphere that made one feel oddly nostalgic, even if they had never lived through the era before.
“Reminds you of the old days, huh?”
“Mhm, we used to shop like this all the ti.”
“Yep.”
Sharon, linking arms with Siwoo, settled herself in like it was natural.
Before, she had been content with them just holding hands, but over ti, she started to close in, begging for more.
anwhile, Siwoo was just enjoying the soft, cushiony sensation on his arm.
Although Malkuth Gallery was usually bustling around noon on weekdays, today it was surprisingly quiet. It was probably due to the witches recovering from last night’s festivities, or they had just found more exciting places to visit.
Either way, it worked out well for him.
Nevertheless, they still were staring at him intensely, though their gazes weren’t laced with as much obsession as before.
He still felt that it was strange though.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just... Sothing feels off.”
“What does?”
“Uh, the witches... Usually, one or two of them would co up to by now, you know...”
The mont he said that, a sharp pain jabbed his side.
Needless to say, Sharon was the culprit for that.
“Ow! Why?”
“What do you an, why? You’re thinking about other won while you’re with ! Are you seriously complaining that no one’s hitting on you right now?”
“I’m not! It’s just... It feels weird.”
He could feel eyes on them, sneaking glances here and there.
That was when Sharon, as if to show off (or to ward off competition), started to cling to his arm even tighter. Although the gesture was probably unnecessary since no one approached them anyway.
“It’s because the rumors about you have changed.”
“Huh?”
“I an, you defeated the Witch of Desire, a big-shot Criminal Exile. Before, they thought of you as this cute new puppy, but now they know you’re a beast that would bite if pushed.”
“A bit harsh on the taphors, don’t you think?”
Siwoo’s expression turned a bit sour, but Sharon seed pleased with her analogy, covering her mouth as she laughed.
Sure, calling him a puppy might be overboard, but her reasoning made sense.
Considering that he had already entertained a huge number of witches back when he was working as a host, and quite so ti had passed since he stayed here, the witches’ interest in him probably had waned, just like the fad of castella cake, or crane gas.
But that still didn’t explain why even the notoriously self-centered witches seed to act more cautiously around him now; Sharon’s explanation made all the pieces fit together.
“I guess the saying ‘respect cos from fear’ is true.”
“That’s why I’m so obedient and compliant with you. If not, I’d get absolutely wrecked in bed.”
Sharon hugged his arm close, throwing in a lighthearted joke.
The fact that she was chattier than usual and was speaking a higher tone showed that she was in an exceptionally good mood.
“You’re in a good mood today, huh?”
“Mhm, of course~ Oh, there it is! Hurry up, let’s move!”
Their first stop on today’s date was ‘Esprit Tailor Shop’.
To get in, they had to go up a half-flight of stairs.
If one were to compare this place to a shop in the Modern World, it would be like a barbershop or a classic-style British tailor.
Though all the wealthy witches in Gehenna had dozens of piles of clothes, not everyone wore custom-made clothes.
As long as the items were crafted beautifully, ready-to-wear could be just as popular.
This was evident in the Malkuth Gallery, where a quarter of the space was dedicated to display cases filled with mannequins in dresses.
“Let’s go in.”
“Whoa...”
Of course, ready-to-wear clothes in Gehenna didn’t co cheap.
Their price tags were in a league of their own.
The witch naturally carried a sense of pride and had a strong aversion to being judged by others.
This was why stores catering to witches avoided the typical price tags with numbers.
Instead, they used an elaborate system of scattering flower petals of different colors to indicate prices. Under the mannequins, a noticeable pile of petals hinted at their high prices.
“I used to shop here all the ti before I was exiled.”
They opened the door, and a shop that was much smaller than Siwoo expected was revealed.
The cramped feeling ca from the place’s inefficient layout; every outfit was displayed on mannequins instead of hangers.
From the entrance to the center, the clothes were tightly packed, each priced at several hundred thousand won or more.
Siwoo, careful not to dent Sharon’s pride, softly probed.
“...Are you sure about this?”
“Of course! I get a little allowance to keep up appearances, you know?”
Well, she said it confidently enough, but...
Seeing her who used to agonize over every penny trying to buy luxury clothes like this just feels surreal...
I guess I’m not the only one whose circumstances had taken a turn.
They waved off a clerk who eagerly approached them and began browsing on their own.
“I want to wear sothing you pick out, Siwoo.”
“Really? I can choose anything?”
“Oh, co on... Not anything! Pick sothing nice.”
Even in simple dolphin shorts and a tank top, Sharon had always looked stunning, proving the belief that fashion’s final touch was the person wearing it.
However, Siwoo had little experience shopping for won’s clothes.
Aside from that one ti with Eloa, this was only his second shopping trip with a woman.
He noticed a soft, water-colored dress that had a delicate elegance to it.
It seed like it would go well with a coat, so he made a suggestion for her.
“Uh... How about this one?”
“Got it! I’ll try it on.”
Though she had been browsing herself, she quickly agreed the mont Siwoo made his pick.
“You’re not even going to check it?”
“No need! I’m gonna wear it so I can look pretty for you anyway!”
How could she say such words so casually...? Jeez...
The sincerity in her eyes—without a trace of adornnt, pretense, or show—made her words all the more touching.
“Co on, follow !”
Sharon pulled Siwoo by the arm, guiding him into the dressing room curtained off from view.
“Are you sure it’s okay for us both to be in here?”
“Who cares? No one’s watching.”
Without hesitation, Sharon slipped out of her clothes, handing them to Siwoo.
Holding her still-warm outfit, Siwoo found himself facing Sharon in just her underwear.
No matter how many tis he embraced her, it always felt fresh to see her sensual figure.
Her chest, not just sizable but with an elegant teardrop shape, seed beautifully sculpted, even within her bra.
Suddenly, Sharon, locking eyes with Siwoo, said in a playful tone.
“You’re staring again~”
“Well, with everything on display, it’s hard not to.”
Sharon giggled and snuggled closer to him in her underwear.
She looked at him with a hint of mischief, like a child sneaking a treat, and whispered in his ear.
“Should we... Have a little fun right here?”
“What? Right here?”
They had engaged in outdoor sex before, in a quiet alley of Tarot Town.
The adrenaline of mixing flesh outdoors and the resulting pleasure were undoubtedly etched in Siwoo’s mory, but... The idea of having sex in a fitting room had never crossed his mind.
Because he always thought that was the kind of idea who’d be more suited for those hot, overly passionate couples.
“The clerk’s waiting on the first floor anyway. I can keep quiet, and I can clean up the aftermath with a spell... What do you think?”
Did she get hooked on that alley sex?
Siwoo swallowed hard.
Only a flimsy curtain separated the fitting room from the store.
To avoid detection, they would have to engage in a stealthy sex as if they were in an undercover operation.
“When did you get such a fetish?”
“You, Sir, were the one who made like this.”
Sharon took his chuckle as consent and wasted no ti.
She imdiately undo his pants, then knelt in front of him.
Since going straight for penetration wouldn’t be too comfortable, she used her saliva as a lubricant.
“Mm... Mmmh... Mmm...!”
The mont she pulled his mber out from his pants, Sharon began to skillfully work her tongue around the glans.
With the way she expertly licked his glans, blowing her hot breath on his crotch, his dick turned rock-hard in a second.
“Think you’re ready?”
“Uh... Yeah...”
They couldn’t linger here for too long.
So, they had to do everything quickly.
Sharon slipped off her panties, braced herself against the wall, arched her back, and stuck her ass out to Siwoo.
The combination of her flawless childbearing hips and her long well-proportioned legs that extend gracefully.
Her pose—leaning against the wall with her ass raised—showcasing her model-like impeccable proportions, stirred up a dangerously intense lust from within him.
Siwoo kept his breathing quiet, grinding his dick against Sharon’s sweet petals.
“Mmm...”
She was already wet down there.
Her juices dripped beyond her labia.
There had been no foreplay, no kissing; the reason for Sharon’s arousal was simple:
She got wet while giving him blowjob.
Sharon, who had been so proactive monts before, said the following words shyly with a deep blush.
“I told you, you made like this...”
“Well, guess I’ll have to take responsibility.”
Siwoo gently stroked Sharon’s ass with his fingertips and slowly pushed his mber into her tight entrance.
The hot mucous mbrane imdiately wrapped around him.
The whole process was so smooth that it made him wonder if she even needed to give him a fellatio.
Using her hand to muffle her own sounds, Sharon whispered again with a softer voice.
“S-Siwoo... D-Don’t go too deep, okay? I-I might not be able to hold back... A-Also... W-When you cum... D-Do it outside, alright?”
“Yeah, it’d be a disaster if the mana amplification occurs here.”
“E-Exactly...”
Sharon usually had a predictable pattern in her behavior.
She’d linger around, waiting for the perfect mont, before suddenly pouncing with an eagerness that always caught him off guard.
But even soone as confident and assertive as Sharon, who carried herself like an older, mature girlfriend, would beco surprisingly docile once they got into this kind of play.
She’d fully entrust her body to him, letting him take the lead.
Before long, the fitting room filled with the soft sounds of their bodies moving together, sticky fluids mixing, and their heavy, heated breaths.
2.
-Ding, dong!
“...”
“...”
The cheerful chi of the shop’s doorbell echoed as Siwoo and Sharon stepped outside.
In Siwoo’s hands were the shopping bags filled with their purchases, while Sharon—now dressed in a beautiful new outfit—stood beside him with a bright red blush on her face.
“It feels like... We did sothing really naughty...”
“Yeah...”
“My face must’ve been bright red... Do you think the clerk noticed when we checked out?”
“Nah, we played it cool. Plus, I made sure everything was cleaned up.”
Sharon had a knack for setting the mood, but that was all.
Though she had been so bold about having sex in the changing room, after it was actually done, she’d look like she regretted all her life’s decisions.
In fact, she was on the verge of tears right now.
Thankfully, calming her down was easy.
“Sharon.”
Siwoo reached out his hand near her face...
“W-What? What’s up?”
“Don’t stress over it. We’ve still got plenty of ti left today to have fun.”
Like a playful cat, Sharon leaned into his palm, rubbing her cheek against it.
In an instant, her tension and worries lted away.
Her expression shifted so quickly it was almost comical.
“Let’s go grab sothing to eat.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m the one who started this, and now look at ...”
With that, the pair headed to the nearby restaurant they had booked earlier.
For the first ti in a while they went shopping together and had a al together.
They even sat through a rather boring play, spending the whole evening together.
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