CHAPTER 478: HOUSEWARMING (4)

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After that, Sharon went straight to her quarters from the classroom and began preparing tea. Occasionally, she’d sneak glances at the unexpected guest.

It was the first time they were interacting this closely with each other.

The thing she found out about the other woman was that even from a distance, there was a pleasant scent that followed her.

There was also her skin, as pale as freshly fallen snow.

She looked like a doll, crafted with incredible precision from head to toe.

Her fine and silky hair was like locks of golden threads.

The noble aura she exuded—even though she was just sitting there—reminded Sharon of a fairy from a myth.

All witches were beautiful.

Even the nameless witches wandering around in Tarot Town could capture a decent guy with just their looks.

Living among those witches who’d show off their beauty in different ways made Sharon’s standards sky-high.

But even with her high standards, she found Amelia gorgeous.

Drop dead gorgeous.

At that moment, her eyes flickered towards Amelia and accidentally met her jewel-like gaze. Immediately, she averted her gaze.

Amelia hadn’t even said a single word, yet she already felt small in her presence.

She couldn’t help but admit.

This was a love rival that she was completely unprepared to come face-to-face with.

She didn’t know what kind of person Amelia was or what intentions she had for coming here.

All she could guess was that Amelia’s calm demeanor and sudden appearance were driven by immense confidence.

“Please forgive me for serving such humble tea.”

“No, it’s fine. It was me who came without notice.”

Even her voice is beautiful...

My boobs are still bigger though...

Clinging to that bittersweet consolation to steady her feelings, Sharon sat across from Amelia.

“What brings you here?”

Sharon asked, though she already knew that she came here because of matters related to Siwoo.

At that, Amelia, who had been keeping her eyes lowered out of courtesy, finally lifted her gaze.

“I heard... You’re Mr. Siwoo’s lover, Miss Sharon Evergreen.”

Straight to the point, huh?

Sharon could feel the tension in the air, like storm clouds rolling in.

War didn’t only happen on battlefields, fought with magic and blood.

Even a quiet battle over tea like this could feel like a war, as the twins had often reminded her.

“That’s right.”

Sharon replied calmly, her voice steady.

At the very least, she could still exude her mature, older sister vibe.

This way, she wouldn’t be pushed around so easily.

“I’m sorry.”

But, Amelia placed her hands gently on her lap, bowing her head politely while apologizing.

For Sharon who had been repeating, ‘Come if you dare! I’m ready!’ a hundred times to boost her fighting spirit, this development made her feel silly.

“It was because of my shortcomings that Siwoo ended up in danger. You have every right to be angry at me. I have no excuse.”

Truthfully, Sharon didn’t have the best impression of Amelia.

Not because she was a new rival or anything.

But because Amelia was someone who had tormented Siwoo in the past and had recently put him in danger again.

She knew that Siwoo seemed to have dealt with his feelings regarding his past on his own, so Sharon felt it wasn’t her place to say much, but...

That didn’t mean she could let it go completely.

A lingering resentment still remained in her heart, though it was slightly softened by the fact that Amelia had gone through arduous trials to help Siwoo recover from his coma.

“I don’t have many things to say. I can’t deny that I do feel a little upset at you, but Siwoo’s fine now anyway. Not completely, but fine nonetheless.”

As Sharon’s cold tone laced with a hint of sarcasm reached Amelia, her shoulders flinched involuntarily.

D-Did I go too far?

She also flinched when she saw Amelia’s reaction, but she quickly regained her composure.

No matter how she looked at it, it was Amelia’s fault that Siwoo had lost his left arm.

The damage he received was beyond physical; his arm was damaged to the point that it couldn’t regenerate and had to be replaced with a prosthetic.

It was only by sheer luck that Siwoo hadn’t died—either at Amelia’s hands or at Duchess Erelim’s. If things had gone slightly worse, he really would’ve died.

Considering that, how could she not be angry?

But, she wasn’t the type to lash out at others, even when her anger boiled over.

Instead, she just shut her eyes tightly while sipping her tea.

“I’m sorry.”

Amelia repeated her apology in the same tone as before.

Only this time, she sounded choked, as if she was about to cry.

Sharon knew not to base her judgment on someone’s first impression.

Still, she found it hard to believe such a delicate voice belonged to someone as stoic and cold as Amelia.

“I...have no excuse... I have no right to defend myself...”

“N-No, wait, I didn’t mean it like that...”

Then, Amelia wrung her tightly clenched fists restlessly, like a child who had done something wrong.

This flustered Sharon, and she began to wonder if this was all an act.

After all, Amelia might’ve just calculated her every move so that she could subtly shift the blame and gain the upper hand in the conversation.

But soon, Sharon realized that she was being ridiculous and scolded herself inwardly.

I’m just finding reasons to despise her.

After all, she didn’t actually dislike Amelia, she was just clinging to her petty justifications.

While Sharon was dealing with her self-deprecation.

Amelia’s determined voice pierced through her quiet sobbing.

“That’s why... I can’t leave him. I’ll spend my whole life making it right. I owe him that much, at least.”

“...”

“But, I’m not doing this solely due to guilt. I love him with all my heart, after all.”

Sharon could tell from Amelia’s words.

That she was filled with remorse, and she was sincerely reflecting on her actions.

But even so, she didn’t want to give up on Siwoo.

She loved him too much. Way too much.

Her words were transmitted in a way that seemed fragile at first, but Sharon could feel her unwavering will.

And just like that, the tense moment began to ease up.

Sharon herself, Eloa, the twins...

In the end, Amelia was just like them.

“That’s why... I’ll never let him go.”

Amelia drew a deep breath to steady herself, her voice dropped as she made a big reveal.

It also served as a declaration for Sharon.

A declaration that their relationship was this deep, and that she would never ever give up on him.

“Ms. Evergreen, I have slept with Siwoo.”

“I have too.”

In fact, Sharon had expected that Amelia had slept with Siwoo.

Because even from afar, she could tell how close they were.

Besides, this wasn’t the first time Siwoo did something like this, and she didn’t feel that jealous about it after she heard it.

Still, her urge to compete had her blurting out something she normally wouldn’t have.

No, that wasn’t it.

She was jealous. Though not much, she was jealous.

After admitting that to herself, Sharon decided to be upfront with Amelia.

“Sorry about that, I kind of overreacted... But... Um... I did it with him first.”

Amelia’s eyes had already gone wide, even before Sharon’s late attempt to apologize.

In truth, she went all the way here with a clear goal in mind.

To confront Sharon, one of his lovers, face-to-face.

According to social norms and propriety, what Amelia had done was clearly an act of taking another person’s lover.

Even if Siwoo was already involved in what was practically a polygamous relationship, the rule still applied.

But Amelia didn’t want to take him away or have him all to herself.

What she really wanted was to get along with his other partners and create harmony among them.

But then Sharon made a bold declaration of, ‘I had sex with him first, so what?’.

This made her suddenly feel competitive, making her forget her original purpose for coming all the way here.

Amelia was quite childish by nature.

Logically, she understood what Sharon was doing, but her provocative remark, brimming with confidence, especially considering Sharon had a charm in areas that she lacked, felt like a declaration of war.

“...”

“...”

Their eyes met, a silent tension was exchanged between them.

Then, a strange atmosphere began to settle between them.

A sharp wind blew in the battlefield of flowers—something that Sharon was familiar with but Amelia wasn’t.

But there were rules here.

They couldn’t dig too deeply into the other’s vulnerabilities and instead, they should focus on flaunting their own appeal.

After all, crossing that line would only lead to a messy catfight; something that Siwoo would definitely disapprove of.

Respecting that rule, Sharon made the first move.

“We had really hot nights... Honestly, I don’t think we ever cared if it was day or night.”

Sharon’s eyes grew hazy, as if lost in fond memories.

“He held me so passionately each time. Thoroughly exploring m body~”

After regaining their focus, her eyes turned towards Amelia, as if urging her to go next.

Though momentarily flustered, Amelia quickly understood the intent behind Sharon’s words.

With renewed determination, Amelia met Sharon’s gaze head-on.

“He also passionately embraced me. It was probably much more passionate than when he did it with you, Ms. Sharon.”

“Oh? I doubt that.”

Amelia clenched her fists tightly, refusing to back down.

“It’s true...!”

“And what exactly did you do to make you so confident, Ms. Amelia?”

At some point, the two began addressing each other directly by name.

Talking about the details of their bedmaking outside the bedroom used to be something unthinkable for the chaste Amelia.

But this wasn’t just any conversation; Sharon was her rival for Siwoo’s love.

And she wouldn’t just take defeat lying down.

“I wore sexy lingerie and served him all night.”

“Oh my~ But I’ve done that too.”

“I even...used my mouth! Siwoo loved it!”

“That as well. In fact, I’ve used my boobs—Ahh, right, that might be a little tricky for you, Ms. Amelia~”

As their verbal ‘sparring’ escalated, Sharon felt unexpectedly relaxed.

She had often found herself clashing fiercely with the twins, but Amelia was much easier to handle.

It felt like battling a newbie who had just started playing PvP.

If ‘sleeping together’ was the topic of debate, Sharon clearly had way more experience and knowledge to show off than Amelia.

“With your boobs...?”

Amelia’s eyes widened again in shock.

What did she mean ‘with boobs’?

Seeing Amelia struggling to process it, Sharon calmly mimed pressing her breasts together, adding a prim air of innocence to her motion.

“Ah, guess that was a little too explicit for our Miss Innocent Amelia~ So, you squish them together like this—Ah, I didn’t mean to sound improper...”

“T-That kind of act... I-Impossible...”

Finally, Amelia’s gaze shifted down to Sharon’s chest.

They weren’t as big as Sophia’s, but they were still far larger than her own.

With breasts that size, they could probably easily wrap itself around Siwoo’s thick cock.

And that was something Amelia could never do in a million years.

Well, Amelia had pretty average-sized breasts, so she could probably do it if she really tried, but...

She still had to put a lot of effort into it while Sharon could do it without. It was like someone of the middle-class trying to out-flex someone who was born with a golden spoon.

Feeling restless, Amelia cautiously asked...

“D-Does Siwoo... L-Like that area... A-A lot...”

This was a huge deal for Amelia.

Not being able to do one of the things Siwoo liked no matter how hard she tried...

That was pretty much a tragedy to her.

She looked so crushed as if her world was falling apart. Even Sharon almost asked her, ‘Are you okay?’ and dropped her facade.

But, she steeled herself and drove the point home.

“Of course he loves it. You know that guys are weak for motherly charms, right? Sometimes, he’d act like a baby, asking me to hold him gently, and other times, he wants to do it roughly.”

“...”

“Wanna cup a feel, Ms. Amelia?”

Sharon asked confidently as she stuck out her chest.

This was her killer move that had even crushed the twins’ fighting spirit in an instant.

“Ms. Amelia?”

Amelia, feeling a chill run down her spine, instinctively stopped her hand, which had been about to reach out.

She had a creeping, ominous feeling that the moment she touched them, she would feel completely and utterly defeated

“N-No, I don’t want to.”

“There’s no helping it, then. Ah, I wasn’t being too rude, was I?”

“...It’s alright, I was being rude as well.”

Beneath their polite words, the two exchanged sharp barbs, each concealing a knife.

By now, neither of them cared about their original goals.

To win this battle of pride, that was all that mattered.

Judging by Amelia’s shadowed expression and Sharon’s smug grin, the current score was 1-0. And they had only just finished the first round.