#30
1.
Sometimes, reason and instinct move in completely opposite directions.
For example, like now, when you know you should look away, but you just can’t tear your eyes off.
In the dead of night, in a dimly lit room.
Sophia, with her robe open, is brazenly displaying her breasts.
There’s no shame or embarrassment in her actions.
With body language and expressions that are only possible when one feels pride in their body and possesses flawless confidence, she leisurely enjoys Siwoo’s gaze.
Could the expression “bursting breasts” ever be more fitting?
It’s as if two halves of a melon have been attached to her chest.
Looking at her neat, pink nipples and the voluptuous breasts that, despite their size, maintain a perfect shape without any sagging, it’s clear that Sophia is indeed a descendant of a witch.
“How is it?”
“B-big, they’re big.”
“And?”
“They’re beautiful.”
Actually, ‘#bigboobs’ wasn’t in Siwoo’s preference category.
Even when watching actresses with large breasts jiggling in adult videos, two thoughts always interfered with his immersion.
One was the realistic problem: ‘Would I ever even meet a woman with breasts that big?’
The other was the aesthetic issue: ‘If breasts are that big, they tend to sag and look gross.’
But now, the real thing is in front of him, canceling out all those interfering factors.
“Really beautiful?”
Sophia smiled and boldly took a step.
Her path was a straight line.
She walked directly towards Siwoo.
Her long, lavender hair, reaching down to her hips, swayed from side to side with her leisurely, strolling gait.
Meanwhile, her heavy breasts also moved up and down, creating a wave.
The mesmerizing morphing was so captivating that Siwoo couldn’t blink for a moment.
A seductress.
This word must have been created for Sophia.
Sophia stopped right in front of Siwoo, her hands behind her back.
It felt like she was telling him to observe more closely, but with superhuman patience, Siwoo closed his eyes.
“Why are your eyes closed?”
“…I’m sorry.”
“You’re a shy one? It’s been a while since I’ve seen a man who so obviously has no experience.”
Sophia whispered sweetly, like a sensual ASMR.
She smelled of sweet milk.
The thing that had become stiff twice today, once because of Larisa and once because of Amelia, was throbbing inside his new underwear.
“Come here.”
Sophia grabbed Siwoo’s wrist.
Then, just like when they were talking earlier, she sat next to him on the bed.
The difference was that they were now so close that their thighs were pressed together.
And that if he just turned his gaze slightly, he could see her large, white bare breasts.
“If I asked you to serve me tonight, would you refuse?”
Sophia leaned her chin on Siwoo’s shoulder and whispered softly.
Her slender, pretty hand was already on his thigh.
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s your command, Sophia.”
“Is that your true feeling? Really?”
Sophia’s hand, which had been on his thigh, slowly crept upwards.
Her hand was exactly on the inside of his thigh.
It was so close that if it moved just 1cm more, it would touch his dick.
“It’s okay to be honest. I owe you a debt, you know. Even if you treat me a little forcefully, I’ll forgive you for tonight.”
“Forcefully?”
“Yeah, you can cover my eyes and spank my butt. You can grab my breasts tightly and insult me, calling me a lewd witch.”
“Ugh.”
Sophia’s words conjured a vivid image in Siwoo’s mind.
She was saying that he could freely fondle her large breasts and treat the witch like a servant.
“Today, I’m the slave, and Siwoo is the master. I can even do this…”
She was now calling him by his first name, as if they were close, and trailing off as if she were embarrassed, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
In this dynamic, it was clearly Siwoo who was being devoured.
“Is the reason you won’t refuse to serve me tonight really because it’s an order?”
“…No, it’s not.”
“Then why?”
“Because you’re beautiful, Sophia.”
It’s a man’s instinct to like pretty women.
Even if he was a slave, that wouldn’t change.
“Then why did you refuse Amelia’s offer five years ago? Didn’t you think Amelia was pretty?”
Why was that coming up now?
Siwoo looked at Sophia, who was pressed close to him, with a puzzled expression.
Her face was right above his shoulder, and their lips almost touched.
“If you’re talking about five years ago, there was a misunderstanding. Amelia wasn’t asking me to serve her at night, but to recruit me as her assistant…”
“Yeah, I know that. But back then, you thought it was about serving her at night, and you still refused. I’ve always been curious.”
Siwoo wasn’t impotent.
He liked pretty women and wanted to have sex like any normal man.
The reason he refused Amelia’s offer to serve her at night was solely because of all the scary things the slave trader had told him before he was assigned to the academy.
For some reason, the slave trader had been so bored that he had droned on and on about the terrifying stories of witches to Siwoo, who was sitting there blankly in shackles.
Thanks to that, his fear of witches had reached MAX the moment he was sold to the city hall, and so he had refused Amelia’s offer to serve her at night.
He had been flustered and confused, but following his instinctual cry that he shouldn’t go, he had refused without thinking.
Of course, after that, he had completely forgotten that he had even received such an offer.
After hearing Siwoo’s explanation, Sophia spat on Siwoo’s cheek with a “Pfft.”
“Haha! Oh, sorry… It was such an unexpected answer.”
Sophia laughed for a long time, then carefully wiped the spit off Siwoo’s face, who was clueless.
“You’re such a coward and a fool. I get it now. You’re similar to Amelia.”
Sophia, who kept trying to connect him to Amelia whenever she said something, looked at Siwoo with a still-smiling face.
“So, now you know Amelia isn’t such a scary witch, right? If she asked you to be her night attendant, would you do it?”
At Sophia’s question, Siwoo reflexively thought.
Just a few days ago, Siwoo’s resistance to Amelia had reached its peak.
That was because the reason she had been so stubbornly tormenting him was more petty than he had thought.
However, Amelia had changed little by little.
You could tell just by looking at her recent behavior.
She tried to have conversations in a strange way, gave him chicken skewers for no reason, and even granted a lenient punishment to a slave at Siwoo’s request.
It was true that when someone you didn’t expect to be nice to you treated you well, it created an effect of exceeding expectations, and Amelia wasn’t as hateful as before.
But when he imagined the scenario of Amelia seducing him, he couldn’t say for sure whether he would respond to it.
His resentment hadn’t completely disappeared yet…
“……..”
Sophia spoke at Siwoo’s face, which seemed to be deep in thought.
“Sorry, sorry, I said I’d give you a present, but I just ended up saying weird things.”
“No, it was fun for me too.”
“Oh my, you’re talking like it’s all over? You haven’t taken one step yet. You said you’d be a night attendant.”
“That’s…”
“Siwoo seems too shy to say it honestly since he’s a virgin, so I’ll help you a little. Can you close your eyes?”
Suddenly, eyes?
Even as he thought that, something soft overlapped his lips as he closed his eyes.
As someone who had already experienced it, Siwoo could quickly recognize what it was.
It was Sophia’s tongue, skillfully slipping into his mouth and wrapping around his tongue.
Sticky and sweet saliva flowed in, and her lips, much thicker and more chewy than Odile’s, rubbed against his pleasantly.
“Oop!”
The kiss was short.
Sophia’s body, which had come in a flash, moved away.
“How do you feel?”
“I feel… good. Yeah, well…”
There was no way he would dislike a kiss with such a beautiful woman.
However, three seconds later, it became clear that Sophia’s question wasn’t just about the kiss.
A dizzying sensation, like when you down a shot of soju.
In an instant, his heart began to pound, and he felt the blood rushing straight to his lower body.
“You feel good, right? My saliva has an aphrodisiac in it.”
“What do you mean… Ugh..!”
His fully erect dick began to hurt, becoming hard to the point of pain.
“I am the ‘Beast Witch,’ after all. It’s one of the female magic spells created to make breeding between servants easier.”
His mind became hazy.
In contrast, his vision was as clear as if he had taken a stimulant, engraving Sophia’s body into his eyes.
Everything that had been hidden in the darkness was now visible.
“Come on, stop being stubborn. Touch this.”
Sophia straddled Siwoo’s lap, who was gaping, and gathered her breasts with her arms, shaking them seductively.
The beautiful cleavage, gathered like well-fermented bread dough, and the nipples, standing tall towards the sky.
“You wanted to touch them, didn’t you?”
Sophia’s secretive prodding.
She guided Siwoo’s hand and placed it on her chest.
Amelia’s were also wonderful to the touch, but compared to Sophia’s, they felt somewhat lacking.
It was more of an overwhelming softness than a bouncy firmness.
Just by lifting it slightly, the abundant weight was felt, which overwhelmed even the breasts of Larisa that he had touched before.
“That’s right, that’s right. Good boy?”
Sophia stroked Siwoo’s head as if soothing a baby, enjoying the touch.
It was the touch of someone handling a cute puppy rather than dealing with a man.
“It tickles~ You can squeeze harder, you know.”
Shiwoo, feeling his throat parching, squeezed Sophia’s breast even harder.
This was a sensation from another world.
If I could just touch Sophia’s breasts with this feeling, I could obey her for the rest of my life.
I’m not sure if this is also part of the magic’s effect.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to a life lived under the relentless sun. Her hands, gnarled and knotted like ancient tree roots, moved with surprising dexterity as she kneaded the dough. The scent of sesame oil and garlic filled the small kitchen, a comforting aroma that had permeated the walls for decades.
“Hurry up, you slowpoke,” she grumbled, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “The sun’s already halfway up the sky, and you’re still dawdling like a snail.”
I chuckled, my breath fogging in the cool morning air. “Grandma, it’s barely past dawn. Besides, I was helping you with the firewood.”
She snorted, a sound like a disgruntled badger. “Firewood? You call that a help? You’re as useful as a screen door on a submarine.”
I grinned, unfazed by her usual teasing. It was her way of showing affection, a gruff tenderness that I had come to cherish. “Alright, alright. I’ll be faster next time.”
She glanced at me, her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of warmth. “See that you do. Now, go fetch the kimchi from the cellar. And don’t drop it this time, you clumsy oaf.”
I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. “Yes, Grandma.”
The cellar was cool and damp, the air thick with the pungent smell of fermenting vegetables. Rows of earthenware jars lined the walls, each one holding a treasure trove of spicy, tangy kimchi. I carefully lifted a jar, its weight familiar in my hands, and made my way back to the kitchen.
Grandma was already setting the table, her movements quick and efficient despite her age. She placed a bowl of steaming rice, a plate of seasoned vegetables, and a small dish of pickled radish. The kimchi, once placed on the table, completed the simple yet satisfying meal.
We ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds the gentle clinking of chopsticks and the occasional sigh from Grandma. It was a routine we had followed for years, a quiet ritual that bound us together.
After breakfast, Grandma handed me a worn-out straw hat. “Go to the market,” she said, her voice softening slightly. “We need more bean sprouts and tofu.”
I took the hat, feeling a sense of purpose settle over me. “I’ll be back soon, Grandma.”
She nodded, her gaze following me as I stepped out into the bright morning light. The village was already bustling with activity, the air filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and children playing in the streets. I walked with a light step, the familiar sights and sounds a comforting backdrop to my day.
As I made my way through the market, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the simple life I had. It wasn’t glamorous or exciting, but it was filled with love, warmth, and the comforting presence of my grandmother. And for that, I was truly blessed.
“So, wanna suck on my nipples?”
Sophia lifted her chest and placed it directly against Siwoo’s lips.
The aphrodisiac’s effects were excellent.
Siwoo, without a moment’s hesitation, bit into Sophia’s breast.
“Haaang!”
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a canvas of time. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a sharp glint that belied her years. She sat on the low wooden stool, her back slightly hunched, her hands gnarled and calloused from years of toil. The small, dimly lit room was filled with the scent of dried herbs and the faint aroma of kimchi. A single ray of sunlight pierced through the dusty window, illuminating the motes of dust dancing in the air.
“So, you’ve come,” she said, her voice raspy like the rustling of dry leaves. “I’ve been waiting.”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with an unspoken energy. I had traveled far, following whispers and rumors, seeking answers to questions that had haunted me for years.
“They say you know things,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “Things that others don’t.”
A faint smile touched the corners of her lips. “Knowledge is a burden, child. It can illuminate, but it can also cast long shadows.”
She reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against mine. Her touch was surprisingly warm, a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled in my heart.
“Tell me what troubles you,” she said, her gaze piercing through me. “Let the old woman hear your woes.”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure where to begin. The weight of my past, the uncertainty of my future, all seemed to converge in that small, dimly lit room.
“It’s about my family,” I finally said, my voice trembling slightly. “About the secrets they kept.”
The old woman’s eyes narrowed slightly, her expression becoming more serious. “Secrets are like buried seeds, child. They grow in the darkness, and sometimes, they bear bitter fruit.”
She leaned back, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls of the room. “Tell me everything,” she said. “Don’t leave anything out.”
And so, I began to speak, the words tumbling out of me like a torrent. I spoke of my childhood, of the strange occurrences that had always surrounded my family, of the unanswered questions that had plagued me for as long as I could remember.
As I spoke, the old woman listened intently, her eyes never leaving mine. She didn’t interrupt, didn’t offer any words of comfort or reassurance. She simply listened, her presence a silent anchor in the storm of my emotions.
When I had finished, the room was filled with a heavy silence. The only sound was the faint ticking of an old clock on the wall, each tick echoing the passage of time.
The old woman sighed, her gaze returning to me. “The path you seek is not an easy one, child,” she said. “But it is a path you must walk.”
She reached out again, her hand resting on mine. “I will help you,” she said. “But you must be brave. You must be willing to face the truth, no matter how painful it may be.”
I nodded, my heart filled with a mixture of fear and hope. I knew that the journey ahead would be difficult, but I also knew that I was not alone. The old woman, with her ancient wisdom and her unwavering gaze, would be my guide.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for listening.”
The old woman smiled, a faint, knowing smile that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. “The journey has just begun, child,” she said. “And the road ahead is long.”
Sophia’s sweet moans.
“No, you can’t do it like that. You have to slowly suck it in, rolling it around with your tongue.”
Instinctively, I find myself obeying her words.
The wind was blowing.
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“Haa, yeah… this is how you make a woman feel good. Got it?”
“Yes…”
Siwoo answers in a hazy voice.
“Okay, get up. Let’s take off your pants.”
Sophia, who had gotten up from Siwoo’s lap, blankly pulled down Siwoo’s pants.
I was born in a small, cramped room.
The room was so small that if I stretched out my arms, my fingertips would touch both walls. There was no window, so I couldn’t see the outside world. The only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.
The room was always cold and damp. The walls were made of rough concrete, and the floor was covered with a thin layer of dust. There was no furniture, just a small, hard bed in the corner.
I don’t know how long I lived in that room. Days and nights blurred together. I had no concept of time. I didn’t know what a day or a night was.
I was alone. There was no one else in the room. I didn’t know what a person was. I didn’t know what a human was.
I had no name. I didn’t know what a name was.
I had no memories. I didn’t know what a memory was.
I didn’t know who I was.
I just existed.
One day, a door appeared in the wall.
It was a small, wooden door. It was old and worn, with rusty hinges. I had never seen a door before.
I was curious. I wanted to know what was behind the door.
I approached the door slowly. I reached out my hand and touched the doorknob. It was cold and rough.
I turned the doorknob. The door creaked open.
I stepped through the door.
I found myself in a long, dark hallway.
The hallway was dimly lit by flickering torches. The walls were made of stone, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust.
I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know what a hallway was.
I started walking down the hallway.
I walked for a long time. The hallway seemed to go on forever.
I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t know what I was looking for.
I just kept walking.
Suddenly, I heard a noise.
It was a faint, whispering sound. It seemed to be coming from the end of the hallway.
I was scared. I didn’t know what the noise was.
But I was also curious. I wanted to know what was making the noise.
I continued walking down the hallway.
The whispering sound grew louder.
I reached the end of the hallway.
I saw a large, open space.
It was a vast, cavernous room. The ceiling was so high that I couldn’t see it. The walls were covered with strange symbols.
In the center of the room, there was a large, glowing orb.
The orb was pulsating with light. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
I didn’t know what the orb was. I didn’t know what light was.
I was drawn to the orb. I felt like I had to get closer to it.
I started walking towards the orb.
As I got closer, the whispering sound grew louder.
I realized that the whispering sound was coming from the orb.
The orb was speaking to me.
I didn’t understand what it was saying. But I felt like I knew what it meant.
The orb was telling me that I was not alone.
The orb was telling me that I was part of something bigger than myself.
The orb was telling me that I had a purpose.
I reached out my hand and touched the orb.
A surge of energy flowed through me.
I felt like I was being reborn.
I felt like I was finally awake.
I knew who I was.
I was the one who would change the world.
I was the one who would bring light to the darkness.
I was the one who would save humanity.
I was the one who would become a god.
“It’s huge.”
Sophia nodded meaningfully.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you might see in an old movie. It was made of dark wood, with intricate carvings of vines and flowers, and a small silver key on the front.
I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no card, no return address, nothing. It just appeared on my doorstep, a silent, mysterious package.
Curiosity, as always, got the better of me. I wound the key, and a delicate melody filled the air. It was a tune I’d never heard before, yet it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten dream.
As the music played, the room began to shimmer. The walls seemed to melt away, replaced by a swirling vortex of colors. I felt a strange pull, a sensation of falling, and then everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my apartment. I was in a forest, surrounded by towering trees with leaves of every imaginable hue. The air was thick with the scent of unknown flowers, and the ground was soft beneath my feet.
I was scared, confused, and utterly alone.
This was not my world.
I didn’t know how I got here, or why. But one thing was clear: my life had just taken a very strange turn.
“Yes, Sophia.”
Not knowing why Sophia was saying this, Siwoo nodded.
Sophia’s favorite aphrodisiac was extremely effective.
“Alright, let’s wrap up the lesson here, and I’ll give you a present.”
With those words, Sophia knelt at Siwoo’s feet.
