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Periwinkle, the legendary Witch of Fortune that Amelia had only heard about, turned out to be the most elegant beauty she had ever seen

Elegant black pearl earrings adorned both her earlobes, and as if that wasn’t enough, three piercings lined each ear cartilage.

Her long fingers were stacked with rings, each crafted from different precious metals.

Her bracelets jingled like a purse full of gold coins, while her jewel-studded dress shimmered under the dim candlelight.

Despite all the flashy accessories and over-the-top outfit, she didn’t look gaudy even in the slightest. It was because she carried herself with an air of wealth and effortless grace.

As Amelia tensed at the unexpected appearance of such a formidable presence, Periwinkle gave her a slow, curious once-over.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

“Likewise.”

“I actually have placed a custom order, so I’ll be stopping by soon. Please take good care of me.”

“...”

They exchanged such a polite greeting.

Unlike Amelia, who was on guard, wary of Periwinkle’s connection to Siwoo, the latter didn’t seem to care much at all.

From the start, her thing with Siwoo was just a friends-with-benefits deal—they just had a great chemistry in bed, so her tossing him a few clovers didn’t feel like a waste.

To put it bluntly, he was the kinky fuck buddy who had opened up her back door to him, nothing more, nothing less, and she had zero interest in taking it further.

Being tied down to someone was the last thing she wanted.

After all, in her eyes, the best kind of guy-girl relationship was to stick to just enjoying the sweet stuff together.

Although, she did help him out here and there because she found him cute.

“Anyway, you’re as beautiful as the rumors say. Are you as good as Siwoo in bed?”

Periwinkle’s magic was special.

She could pull incredible luck towards her like a magnet.

Even if she couldn’t beat a witch stronger than herself, she’d still find a way to survive no matter what kind of catastrophe struck her.

That contributed to her my-pace personality that would dismiss the status of the person she was talking to, even if she was a countess or a duchess.

Hence why she could take her time observing Amelia, completely unbothered.

“Hmmm~”

The Malkuth Gallery was covered by a massive glass dome, keeping it comfortably warm even in the dead of winter.

Yet, Amelia was completely bundled up in a cloak, as if she had just thrown on a long padding over her naked body.

With her wealth of experience, Periwinkle could put the pieces together in an instant.

So, that’s what is going on.

“My my, you’re quite bold. You look like a demure prince on the outside, but it seems that you have this kind of hobby, hm?”

“What are you talking about?”

Siwoo looked lost, while Periwinkle, who had already figured everything out, just smirked at him.

Under normal circumstances, her gaze wouldn’t have fazed her, but Amelia, slightly tense, belatedly realized the situation she was in.

And she instinctively sensed that Periwinkle had seen right through her.

“Oh, it’s not you? And here I was, so sure you were the one calling the shots... Turns out it’s you who’s bolder than you look.”

As Periwinkle’s knowing gaze swept over her, Amelia felt the hair on her arms stand on end.

Even though she had set this whole thing up with Siwoo’s tastes in mind, she knew how shameless this act was.

The thought of being caught by a third party was the worst-case scenario she had imagined.

Her face went stiff as cold sweat beaded on her skin.

There was a world of difference between mentally preparing oneself to go through with it and being exposed without warning.

Right now, all she wanted to do was get the hell out of there.

If she had known this would happen, she would’ve never stepped foot in the damn café.

Regret pounded in her chest like a drum.

Seeing Amelia turn pale while Siwoo remained utterly clueless, Periwinkle finally connected the last of the dots.

“Well, well... Looks like I ended up being a bigger cockblock than I meant to be.”

“What have you been babbling about...?”

Even if she wasn’t that invested, Periwinkle wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

But tonight, she decided to let it slide.

Even if she had willingly given up her title as a baroness, Amelia was still a 23rd-ranked witch.

Turning her into an enemy for the hell of it wouldn’t be wise of her.

“Anyway, we’ll settle the debt later. I gotta go, my friend’s waiting for me.”

“Alright. Take care.”

“Well then, goodbye, Ms. Marigold.”

Periwinkle gave Amelia one last look, then winked playfully, pressing a finger to her lips.

It was a silent promise to keep quiet, telling her not to worry.

Amelia let out a sigh of relief, but an odd sense of defeat crept in.

This...has turned into quite a mess...

2.

The two of them left the café and resumed their walk.

After hesitating for a moment, Amelia turned to Siwoo.

“That woman... She’s the Witch of Fortune, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. She helped me in a lot of ways.”

Maybe it was the cool breeze clearing her head, but Amelia finally had the chance to really think about what Periwinkle had said.

Her words, ‘Let’s settle the debt later,’ and the way she had urged him, ‘When are you gonna pay me back?’.

From the sound of it, Siwoo owed her quite a bit.

“What kind of help did she give you?”

“Well, she saved me from a Homunculus attack once, and thanks to the mystic codes she shared, I’ve escaped death a few times. She has even helped my friend’s business when I asked.”

“She sounds...really generous...”

“Yes, she is.”

Most witches were self-centered.

None of them would help others without expecting something in return.

Especially if it involved saving someone’s life multiple times, no witch would let that go unrewarded.

So what exactly had Periwinkle wanted from Siwoo? And why were they so chummy to each other?

The thoughts gnawed at Amelia.

“So, what did she ask for in return?”

Considering Siwoo’s history with women, she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

“That....”

“You don’t have to beat around the bush.”

“...We slept together a few times, but we won’t do it again after this.”

It was just as she thought.

She understood that the body and the heart did not always align.

Sex wasn’t always accompanied by love.

There was definitely an intersection where the two could meet, but she knew that one could exist without the other, as proven by the existence of the Velvet Brothel in Tarot Town.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Even so, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

Just like she had with Sharon and the twins, that competitive fire inside her flared up again.

“Did you like it?”

“...What?”

She knew it was a bold question, maybe even inappropriate, but it slipped out before she could stop herself.

And now that it was out there, she couldn’t take it back. Her voice had shrunk to a whisper, barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz.

“When you slept with her... Was it good?”

Actually, she wasn’t just asking about Periwinkle.

Sharon, Odile, Odette, Duchess Tiphereth, Countess Yesod, she was asking about his experience with them.

Siwoo had plenty of women around him.

From her encounters with his past lovers, Amelia realized that her relationship with him was just one of many, nothing particularly special.

“Tell me everything about how you were involved with them.”

Amelia demanded, her voice regaining strength despite its provocative tone.

Caught off guard by her direct question, Siwoo hesitated.

Having gathered her thoughts, she stared at him with resolute eyes.

“I want to know. I need to know.”

“...”

“Please don’t lie to me.”

“...All right.”

Amelia’s question wasn’t exactly normal.

After all, she was practically digging straight into his personal life without holding back.

But the fact that he was in multiple relationships bothered not only Amelia but also his other lovers.

This was also the reason why he didn’t mention his involvement with Periwinkle to Amelia. Besides, he thought that things between him and her had ended.

No doubt, it was a shitty thing to do, and pretty damn cowardly too.

So, just like how the twins were pissed about Countess Yesod, he could understand why Amelia was angry.

“...Well, to start with... It was a little...forceful...”

“Forceful...?”

“I tied her up with my ribbon...”

The awkwardness of confessing his affairs with another woman was palpable.

On top of that, her expression kept shifting every second, making him all the more uneasy.

Right now, she was making an agonizing expression, as if she was weighing her options for his punishment.

“And then?”

Siwoo hesitated for a moment.

He had fucked Periwinkle in the ass.

But there was no way he could just blurt that out to Amelia, who was still innocent in regards to these things.

“We did it... from behind...”

“From behind...?”

As expected, she looked completely shocked.

But surprisingly, she got her composure back way faster than he thought she would.

Instead, her face turned red as she carefully clarified what he meant.

“You mean...the back hole? Not...the place we did it before?”

“...Yes.”

“And after that?”

“I...smacked her ass. A lot.”

“Her ass? With your fist? Did she do something wrong?”

“No, not my fist. Just...my hand.”

The whole conversation was that nerve-wracking.

He felt a little guilty about sharing details of his sex with Periwinkle without her permission, but knowing her, she’d understand why he did it.

In fact, she’d probably just laugh her ass off at the thought of him squirming through this talk.

After hearing everything, Amelia pressed her lips together tightly.

Her head was spinning.

Three days of wild, non-stop sex.

He had tied her up, fucked her to the point she passed out, alternating between both holes, and even forced her awake with his cock for more beastly sex.

Amelia had gotten a small taste of that once.

Kneeling in front of him, softly crying, apologizing for messing up the sheets.

Back then, she thought that was far enough.

She had even felt a little proud of herself secretly.

“Once again, I really am sorry for telling you so late...”

“...”

But now that she knew everything, she realized how little she had actually given Siwoo.

And a thought crossed her mind.

Why hasn’t he done that to me?

Why doesn’t he ask me for that?

Does he think I can’t handle it?

Have I ever really satisfied him?

Before she knew it, her lips were pushing into a pout.

“Follow me.”

Amelia’s eyes darted around.

Then, she grabbed Siwoo’s wrist and strode forward.

Straight into a deserted alley.