## Chapter 73 – #17_Change(2)
#72
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“Huh…”
Siwoo couldn’t hide his admiration as he looked down at the piece he had created.
Two twins lying prone on the rug under the sofa, their bottoms sticking up in the air.
상체는 자지를 박아주던 그대로 바닥에 찰싹 달라붙인 채 고양이 자세를 취하고 있었다.
“Heeuk… Ugh…”
“Haa…huuu…”
It was poked and prodded so vigorously that it was visibly more open than it had been at the start.
그 음란한 구멍은 간헐적인 움찔거림과 함께 분화구처럼 정액을 분출해내고 있었다.
지난 후장 섹스가 얼마나 후끈했는지 모락모락 김이 올라오는 것만 같다.
You should always eat a donburi hot.
Inside and wrapped up.
And in that state, I moved again and wrapped it up.
절정의 여운이 남아 움찔거리는 엉덩이를 쥐고 또 싸고.
I managed to cum a total of 10 times.
오딜과 오데트를 나란히 세워놓고 100번씩 쑤시기.
쌍둥이를 겹쳐 엉덩이 탑을 만들고 위아래로 박기.
Comparing faces during climax in the missionary position.
It wasn’t like I did anything particularly special besides getting it in, but it was such an ecstatic time.
It’s not a lie, my legs were shaking.
If it hadn’t been for the stamina booster, no, the elixir Odile gave me, I would have coughed up blood instead of semen a long time ago.
“Assistant… That was so good.”
“Haa… I had a happy time too…”
The twins spoke, their buttholes twitching, without even thinking about recovering. It wouldn’t have felt out of place if the words ‘Con)*(quest’ and ‘Com)*(pleted’ were written on one buttock each.
“My back… I think my back is going to break… Ugh… Assistant, please help me up.”
“Hauuu…. I think I fainted for a bit in the middle too…”
Looking at them, I think I could go one more round! But considering the time, I should probably get to bed.
Siwoo soaked a towel with water and wiped down the twins’ bodies.
They were dripping with sweat, and all sorts of bodily fluids, from saliva to semen, were a chaotic mess, so it seemed like he would need to use one towel per twin.
“Please wipe my assistant’s face clean too.”
Magic could make them clean in an instant, but after being so intimate for so long, he wanted to clean them up himself.
Odet, who had been smiling bashfully as if Siwoo’s touch felt good, suddenly poked her face forward.
“Ah, I’m sorry. Was it uncomfortable?”
“No, it’s okay. Assistant, I was the one who said I wanted to try it. What do you mean? Doing it like this makes your scent really strong.”
Odette’s tiny face was splattered with sticky semen.
A sharp nose, long and lovely eyelids, and even the bangs were styled with voluminous curls. Her innocent face was entirely covered in a white cast, as if she had applied a mask.
“Uung… uung…”
Siwoo unfolded the towel and carefully wiped Odette’s face.
Spraying semen on a woman’s face.
I’d seen it so much in porn that I thought it was normal, but actually doing it myself brought a sense of conquest and guilt that was beyond my imagination.
So, I’m cleaning her up with a bit of care.
“You’ll be wiping all day. What about me?”
“Unnie didn’t have it on her face, ugh… You should wait patiently. You saw that the assistant likes it, right?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll do Odette first.”
“Assistant, are you really going to do that?”
“If you’re going to be like that, just use magic or something.”
Suddenly abandoned, Odile crossed her arms, looking displeased as she watched Siwoo take care of Odette.
“I think Odette feels more uncomfortable, so please wait a moment, Odile.”
Odile, who had briefly pursed her lips at Siwoo’s words, opened her mouth as if she couldn’t help it.
“Then do it for me too.”
“Pardon?”
“I’ll let you do it for me too. But you have to wipe me too.”
Odile raised her index finger and pointed at her face.
She had an arrogant expression, as if she were bestowing a great favor.
It was so refreshing for someone who was telling him to ejaculate on her face that it almost caused a cognitive dissonance.
It was arousing though.
“…But my dick is currently on hiatus.”
Siwoo, who had become quite close with the twins, ignored Odile and wiped Odette’s face.
Is this why they say sex makes relationships stronger?
Now, he felt no awkwardness in treating Odile comfortably.
In fact, neither Odile nor Odette seemed to mind it.
“Did you hear that, Unnie? The assistant is tired~ Why don’t you wipe your own body?”
Based on what he had observed so far, Odette was usually the initiator of the twins’ bickering.
But this time, Odile was also to blame.
Odile’s reactions were so good that Siwoo felt like he would do the same even if Odile was his younger sister.
“What? How dare you be so insolent…!”
“You’re so immature, sis~ Look at how much Mr. Jo is sweating. He must be so tired~”
“Ugh…”
Perhaps feeling that Odette had a point, Odile, for once, just ground her teeth.
“I’ll wipe you down too, if you’re waiting, Ms. Odile.”
Soothing Odile, who had lost in the cute fight, Siwoo slipped a towel under Odette’s bottom and began to thoroughly wipe her, even near her rear.
“Ah… I can wipe there myself… Haa…”
The soft fabric touching her rear, which had become extremely sensitive, caused Odette’s playful voice to turn instantly sticky like melted sugar.
“Oh… I’m sorry. Would you like to do it yourself?”
“No? Please do it, Mr. Jo. But before that, let me take this off.”
Odet, leaning her head on Siwoo’s arm, spoke as she reached between her legs and peeled off the damp seal.
It was so stuck to her skin from the moisture that it came off far too easily.
And then.
*Drip.*
“Ah!”
The day I turned twenty, I received a letter.
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It was a thick, cream-colored envelope, the kind you’d see in a period drama. The address was written in elegant, flowing calligraphy, and the sender was none other than my grandfather, who had passed away five years ago.
I stared at the envelope, my heart pounding. It was impossible. My grandfather was dead. I had seen his funeral, cried my eyes out, and even visited his grave every year.
But the letter was undeniably real. I carefully opened it, my hands trembling. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper, also cream-colored, with the same beautiful calligraphy.
*To my dearest granddaughter, Hana,*
*I know this letter may come as a shock to you. I apologize for not being able to explain everything in person. But I hope you will understand that I had my reasons.*
*By the time you read this, I will have been gone for five years. But I have not forgotten you, my precious Hana. I have left you a small gift, a token of my love.*
*It is not much, but I hope it will bring you happiness. It is a small house, located in the countryside. It is a place where you can rest and find peace.*
*I hope you will visit it someday. And when you do, I hope you will remember me.*
*With all my love,*
*Your grandfather, Kim Jae-hyun*
A small house in the countryside? My grandfather had never mentioned owning a house in the countryside. He had always lived in the city, in the same apartment where I grew up.
I reread the letter several times, trying to make sense of it. It was like something out of a dream. A letter from my dead grandfather, telling me about a house I had never heard of.
I decided to call my mother. She was the only person who might know something about this.
“Mom,” I said, my voice trembling, “did Grandpa ever own a house in the countryside?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “A house in the countryside? What are you talking about, Hana?”
“I got a letter from Grandpa,” I said, “and he said he left me a house in the countryside.”
My mother was silent for a moment. Then she said, “Hana, your grandfather passed away five years ago. How could you get a letter from him?”
“I know, Mom, it’s weird. But I swear, I got a letter. And it’s in his handwriting. I can show it to you.”
“Okay, okay, calm down,” my mother said. “I’ll come over. Let’s talk about this.”
My mother arrived an hour later, looking worried. I showed her the letter, and she read it carefully, her brow furrowed.
“This is… strange,” she said. “I don’t know what to make of it. Your grandfather never mentioned anything about a house in the countryside. But this is definitely his handwriting.”
“So, what do we do?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” my mother said. “But I think we should try to find this house. It’s the only way to know for sure.”
And so, my journey began. The journey to find a house that my dead grandfather had left me, a house that I never knew existed.
Even the six-legged horse found it cute as Odette’s pussy was revealed, and the juices trapped inside flowed out like a literal flood.
It was to an extent that even Siwoo couldn’t have predicted.
“It’s gotten too dirty here too… Assistant, please clean it.”
뒷구멍은 안쪽 점막까지 훤히 보여놓은 주제에 새삼 보지를 보이는 것은 부끄러운지 얼굴을 붉히며 말하는 오데트.
Then, suddenly, Odile grabbed Siwoo’s dick.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
I was standing on the edge of the cliff.
The waves crashed against the rocks below, creating a white spray that reached up to where I stood.
I closed my eyes.
The sound of the waves filled my ears.
It was a sound that was both calming and terrifying.
I opened my eyes.
The sea stretched out before me, vast and endless.
The sky was a clear blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by.
I took a deep breath.
The air was cool and crisp.
I felt a sense of peace.
I had come to this place to be alone.
To think.
To feel.
To be.
I had been running for so long.
Running from my past.
Running from my fears.
Running from myself.
But here, on this cliff, I felt like I could finally stop.
I could finally breathe.
I could finally be.
I looked down at the waves crashing against the rocks below.
They were relentless.
They never stopped.
They just kept going.
I envied them.
Their strength.
Their persistence.
Their freedom.
I wished I could be like them.
I wished I could just keep going.
No matter what.
But I couldn’t.
I was tired.
I was broken.
I was lost.
I closed my eyes again.
I could feel the wind on my face.
It was a gentle wind.
A kind wind.
A wind that seemed to understand.
I opened my eyes.
The sun was starting to set.
The sky was turning a beautiful shade of orange and pink.
It was a sight that took my breath away.
I watched as the sun slowly sank below the horizon.
And then, it was gone.
The sky was now a deep purple.
The stars were starting to come out.
I stood there for a long time, just looking at the sky.
I felt a sense of wonder.
A sense of awe.
A sense of hope.
Maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.
Maybe, just maybe, I could find my way back.
Maybe, just maybe, I could be happy again.
I took one last deep breath.
And then, I turned and walked away.
“Eek!”
Siwoo was horrified because a hand had reached between his legs and grabbed him.
It was a rather dangerous angle.
“Assistant, look here for a second.”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but if you could let go of this and talk…”
“Haaap….”
The sound of the rain was deafening.
It was a downpour that seemed to have emptied the entire sky. The sound of the rain hitting the window was like a thousand tiny drums beating in unison, and the world outside was a blurry, gray canvas.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the rain-soaked window. The room was dark, and the only light came from the small lamp on my desk. I felt like I was trapped in a bubble, isolated from the rest of the world.
I had been feeling this way for a while now. Ever since I had lost my job, I had been feeling lost and adrift. I had no purpose, no direction. I was just existing, going through the motions of life without any real meaning.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I knew I needed to do something, but I didn’t know what. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, and I couldn’t see a way out.
I got up and walked over to my desk. I picked up a pen and a piece of paper, and I started to write. I didn’t know what I was going to write, but I just started to let the words flow.
I wrote about my feelings, my fears, my hopes, and my dreams. I wrote about the things that had happened to me, and the things that I wanted to happen. I wrote until my hand was tired, and my mind was empty.
When I was done, I looked at what I had written. It was a mess, a jumble of thoughts and emotions. But it was also honest, and it was real.
I realized that I had been holding all of these things inside for too long. I had been afraid to face them, afraid to acknowledge them. But now, I had finally let them out.
I felt a sense of relief, a sense of lightness. I still didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that I was no longer alone. I had myself, and I had my words.
I smiled, a small, tentative smile. It was a start.
그리고 오딜은 일고도 없이 시우의 몸을 자기 쪽으로 돌리더니 반쯤 말랑말랑해진 자지를 입으로 쏙 밀어 넣었다.
쌍둥이의 뒷구멍을 번갈아 들락날락하던, 정액에 잔뜩 절여진 자지를 말이다.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of a life lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She sat on the low wooden stool, her back slightly hunched, and began to speak in a voice that was as raspy as the dry leaves in autumn.
“It all started with a dream, you see. A dream of a field of sunflowers, taller than any I’d ever seen, their faces turned towards the sun, as if in prayer. And in the middle of that field, a single, white rose bloomed.”
She paused, her gaze drifting towards the window, where the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room. The room was small, filled with the scent of dried herbs and old paper. A worn-out book lay open on the table, its pages filled with faded ink.
“I was just a girl then, barely more than a child. But that dream… it felt so real, so vivid. It stayed with me, like a song you can’t quite forget. And so, I set out to find that field, that rose.”
She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “Foolish, wasn’t I? A young girl, chasing after a dream. But I had to try. I had to see if it was real.”
She reached out a hand, her fingers gnarled and twisted, and picked up a small, wooden box from the table. She opened it, revealing a single, dried rose, its petals brittle and faded, but still holding a hint of its former beauty.
“I found it, you see. After many years, many trials. The field was real, and so was the rose. But the dream… the dream was more than just a field and a flower. It was about the journey, about the search, about the things you find along the way.”
She closed the box, her eyes twinkling with a knowing light. “And that, my dear, is the story of the sunflower field and the white rose. A story of a dream, and the life it led me to.”
“Wow….”
“Umm…umm…umm….”
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, palm-sized music box. The box was made of dark, polished wood, and its surface was intricately carved with patterns of vines and flowers. When I opened the lid, a delicate melody began to play. It was a tune I had never heard before, yet it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten memory.
I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no sender’s name or any message attached. It was just the music box, delivered to my doorstep on my birthday.
I spent the rest of the day listening to the melody. It was a hauntingly beautiful tune, and the more I listened, the more I felt drawn into it. It was as if the music was telling me a story, a story that was both familiar and unknown.
That night, I had a strange dream. I was standing in a vast, starlit field, and the same melody from the music box was playing in the background. In the distance, I saw a figure walking towards me. It was a woman, her face obscured by shadows, but her eyes seemed to glow with an ethereal light.
She didn’t say anything, but I felt a deep connection to her, as if I had known her for a long time. She reached out her hand, and I took it without hesitation. As our hands touched, I felt a surge of energy flow through me, and I woke up with a start.
The next morning, the music box was gone. I searched everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found. It was as if it had vanished into thin air.
I was confused and a little scared. What was that dream? And where did the music box go?
I decided to find out. I had a feeling that the music box and the woman in my dream were connected, and that they held the key to something important.
My journey had just begun.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
I was sitting on a rock, staring out at the ocean. The waves crashed against the shore, their white foam sparkling in the sunlight.
I closed my eyes.
The sound of the waves filled my ears. It was a soothing sound, a sound that made me feel at peace.
I opened my eyes again.
The ocean was still there, vast and blue. The sky was clear, with only a few white clouds drifting lazily by.
I took a deep breath.
The air was fresh and clean. It smelled of salt and seaweed.
I smiled.
It was a beautiful day.
I stood up and stretched. My muscles were stiff from sitting for so long.
I walked down to the water’s edge. The sand was warm beneath my feet.
I dipped my toes into the water. It was cold, but refreshing.
I waded out a little further. The water was up to my knees now.
I looked out at the horizon. The line where the sky met the sea was blurred and indistinct.
I felt a sense of freedom, a sense of being connected to something larger than myself.
I closed my eyes again.
I listened to the sound of the waves.
I felt the sun on my face.
I breathed in the salty air.
I was happy.
I opened my eyes.
The ocean was still there.
I smiled again.
I was ready for whatever the day might bring.
발기가 풀린 자지를 몰캉하게 휘감는 오딜의 혀, 그리고 입술.
뜨겁고 기분 좋은 살덩이의 움직임은 자지의 위치를 가리지 않았다.
민감한 귀두 밑부터 발기가 풀린 표피 안까지 쏙 들어와 사이에 낀 정액까지 핥아낸다.
정력이 다해 서지 않을 줄 알았던 자지가 순식간에 무럭무럭 자라갔다.
I was a bit surprised when I opened my eyes.
The first thing I saw was a familiar ceiling. It was the ceiling of my room, the one I’d been staring at for the past twenty years.
“What…?”
I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. It was definitely my room. The messy desk, the clothes scattered on the floor, the old computer that had been gathering dust for years—everything was exactly as I remembered.
But there was one thing that was different.
My body.
It was smaller. Much smaller.
I looked down at my hands. They were tiny, like a child’s. I touched my face. My cheeks were soft and plump, and my nose was small.
“What the hell is going on?”
I jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror.
The face reflected back at me was not the face of a twenty-year-old man. It was the face of a child, no older than ten.
“This can’t be happening.”
I pinched my cheek hard. It hurt. This wasn’t a dream.
I looked around the room again. Everything was the same, except for me. It was as if I had been shrunk down to a child’s size.
“Did I… go back in time?”
I couldn’t think of any other explanation. It was the only thing that made sense.
But why? And how?
I had no idea.
I walked over to my desk and picked up my phone. It was an old flip phone, the kind I used to have when I was a kid.
I opened it and checked the date.
2008.
“This is insane.”
I had really gone back in time. To when I was ten years old.
I sat down on my bed, trying to process everything that had happened. I was a twenty-year-old man in the body of a ten-year-old boy.
What was I supposed to do?
I had no idea.
But one thing was for sure. My life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
“Nom nom nom…. Mmm… Choo choop… Haa-um…”
Actually, Siwoo also wanted to receive oral sex from his twin.
But considering Odile’s and Odette’s reactions after tasting the semen, I thought it would be difficult. Besides, even though it’s a hole that received a trainee witch’s hygiene certification, wasn’t it a cock that had been in the back hole?
The sound of the rain was deafening.
The rain, which had been falling intermittently since morning, had finally decided to pour down with all its might. It was the kind of rain that made you wonder if the sky had sprung a leak. The kind of rain that made you want to curl up in a blanket and never leave.
I was sitting at my desk, staring out the window. The rain was blurring the world outside, turning everything into a watercolor painting. The trees were swaying in the wind, their leaves rustling like whispers. The streetlights were casting long, distorted shadows on the wet pavement.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I had been trying to write all day, but the words just wouldn’t come. My mind was a blank slate, and the rain outside was doing nothing to help.
I glanced at the clock on my desk. It was already past midnight. I had been sitting here for hours, and I hadn’t accomplished anything. I felt a wave of frustration wash over me.
I stood up and walked over to the window. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, trying to clear my head. The rain was still coming down hard, and the world outside was still a blur.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to get out of here. I needed to clear my head. I needed to do something, anything, to break this cycle of frustration.
I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I couldn’t stay here any longer.
I stepped out into the rain, and the cold water immediately soaked through my clothes. I didn’t care. I just kept walking, letting the rain wash away my frustration.
I walked for what felt like hours, not knowing where I was going. I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, letting the rain guide me.
Eventually, I found myself in a small park. The park was deserted, and the only sound was the rain. I sat down on a bench and closed my eyes, letting the rain wash over me.
I sat there for a long time, just listening to the rain. It was a strange kind of peace, a quiet solitude that I had never experienced before.
I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky. The rain was still coming down, but it didn’t seem so oppressive anymore. It was just rain, and I was just me.
I smiled and stood up. I felt a sense of calm that I hadn’t felt all day. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that I could face it.
I turned and walked back the way I had come, the rain still falling around me. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew that I was going to be okay.
It felt wrong to ask the twins, who looked like girls and had the sensitivity of girls, for a blowjob in this state, so I just stayed still.
Odile takes the initiative to clean his dick with her mouth.
Odile’s brow was slightly furrowed, as if concentrating intently on the sensation in her mouth, perhaps due to the fishy smell of semen.
Odette was not one to stand idly by while Odile interrupted.
“Unnie…! How can you just barge in like that!”
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea. The kind of wind that made you want to take a deep breath.
I was standing on the deck of a small fishing boat, staring out at the endless horizon. The sky was a clear, deep blue, and the sun was shining brightly. It was a beautiful day.
But I wasn’t happy.
I was supposed to be happy. I was supposed to be enjoying this beautiful day, this beautiful scenery. But I wasn’t.
I was thinking about her.
Her name was Hana. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had long, black hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall, and eyes that sparkled like the stars. She had a smile that could melt the coldest heart.
I had met her a year ago, on this very boat. She had been a passenger, on her way to a small island off the coast. I had been the captain, and I had fallen in love with her the moment I saw her.
We had spent the next few weeks together, exploring the island, swimming in the sea, and talking for hours under the stars. I had never been so happy in my life.
But then, she had to leave. She had to go back to the city, back to her life. And I had to stay here, on this boat, on this sea.
We had promised to stay in touch, but we hadn’t. I had tried to call her, but she never answered. I had tried to write her letters, but they were always returned, unopened.
I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. I didn’t know if she was even still alive.
The wind picked up, and the boat began to rock. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. I could still smell the sea, and I could still feel the sun on my face.
But I couldn’t feel her.
I opened my eyes, and looked out at the horizon again. The sun was starting to set, and the sky was turning a beautiful shade of orange. It was a beautiful sight.
But I still wasn’t happy.
I was still thinking about her.
I was still missing her.
I was still in love with her.
And I didn’t know what to do.
Odile pulled her mouth away from her crotch at Odette’s protest.
And then, she gulps down the mixture of saliva and semen.
As if the taste is still unpleasant, Odile shivers before opening her mouth nonchalantly.
It was obvious she was trying to act nonchalant.
“Haa… So what? Aren’t you the one being too immature? Assistant Manager worked hard exercising for us, you know.”
“Ughhhhh…”
“And you’re just thinking about getting served like that? You’re still such a kid. A mature lady like me cleans things up for my assistant, considering their hard work.”
“I can do it too!”
“It’s already clean, isn’t it?”
Odile waved Siwoo’s dick, now gleaming with her saliva instead of semen, like a flag.
“Anyway, Assistant, since I did it with my mouth like this, you’ll wash my body first, right?”
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he’d spent under the relentless sun. He sat hunched over a small wooden table, his gnarled fingers meticulously sorting through a pile of dried herbs. The air in the tiny room was thick with the pungent aroma of ginseng and other earthy scents. A single oil lamp flickered, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.
“Another day, another batch,” he muttered to himself, his voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. He picked up a handful of the herbs, their brittle texture familiar to his touch, and began to grind them with a mortar and pestle. The rhythmic sound filled the small space, a steady beat against the silence of the night.
He paused, his gaze drifting towards the small window. The moon hung high in the sky, a pale disc in the inky blackness. He sighed, a deep, weary sound that seemed to carry the weight of the world. “Time moves on,” he whispered, “but some things remain the same.”
He returned to his task, his movements slow but deliberate. Each action was performed with a practiced ease, a lifetime of repetition etched into his very being. He was a craftsman of the earth, a healer of the body, and a keeper of ancient secrets. And as he worked, he knew that the cycle would continue, the herbs would be ground, and the remedies would be made, just as they had been for generations before him.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
The sea was vast and blue.
The sky was clear and high.
I was sitting on the beach, watching the waves.
The waves were crashing against the shore, making a loud noise.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the waves.
It was a peaceful sound.
I opened my eyes and looked at the sea again.
The sea was still vast and blue.
The sky was still clear and high.
I smiled.
I was happy.
I was at peace.
I stood up and walked towards the sea.
The sand was warm beneath my feet.
I walked into the water.
The water was cold.
I swam out into the sea.
The water was deep.
I swam for a long time.
I was tired.
I swam back to the shore.
I got out of the water.
I sat down on the beach again.
I was still happy.
I was still at peace.
The sun was setting.
The sky was turning orange.
The sea was turning orange too.
It was a beautiful sight.
I watched the sunset.
It was a perfect day.
오딜은 꼿꼿이 세운 혀로 불알까지 깨끗하게 핥으며 물었다.
A throbbing, roughly shaking cock.
방금 혀가 거의 회음부까지 닿았다.
The dizzying sensation made Siwoo nod his head without even realizing it.
“Move! I’m going to do it too.”
“Oh my, sly Odette. You’re not seriously trying to just jump in on what your assistant worked so hard to clean, are you?”
Odile laughed mockingly at Odette, then put the cock back in her mouth, claiming it for herself.
“Oop… um… oop… hmm….”
Odile, her long black hair swaying, continued to nod her head.
It seemed she had gotten the hang of it, sucking without her teeth touching at all.
“Wow…”
Pleasure is like bathing in a hot spring filled with hot spring water. Compared to a tight, constricting anus, the melting sensation was exquisite.
-Slurp slurp slurp, churuurp…
Odette, as if frustrated, huffed and puffed, only stomping her feet. She couldn’t stop her sister.
방금까지 쌍둥이의 뒷구멍을 쑤시던 자지를 언니의 입으로 청소시키다니.
A sense of mental fulfillment was quickly followed by a rush of ejaculation.
It was immediately apparent how potent the stamina booster was.
Odile plays with Siwoo’s dick this way and that.
햄스터처럼 볼 한쪽이 볼록해질 때까지 자지를 밀어 넣는가 하면 혀를 빠르게 움직이며 귀두 밑을 자극하거나 한다.
그러면서도 손으로는 부지런히 고환을 주무르거나 자지 밑동을 손수 대딸했다.
“Ugh… Odile, Master…”
“Heh… think I’m gonna cum?”
As soon as she spat my cock out of her mouth, Odile clasped her hands together and shook it. She didn’t even seem to notice that her hands were covered in spit.
I don’t know when I got this good.
“특별히 내 고아한 얼굴에 씨를 뿌리도록 허락해 줄게.”
The wind was blowing.
The wind was blowing so hard that it felt like my whole body was being shaken.
I was standing on the rooftop of the school building, looking down at the schoolyard.
The schoolyard was filled with students.
They were all laughing and talking, enjoying their time.
I was the only one who wasn’t.
I was always alone.
I didn’t have any friends.
I didn’t have anyone to talk to.
I was just a lonely, pathetic existence.
I closed my eyes.
The wind was still blowing.
It felt like it was trying to push me off the edge.
I opened my eyes again.
I looked down at the schoolyard.
The students were still laughing and talking.
They didn’t know I was here.
They didn’t care.
I took a step forward.
The wind was blowing harder now.
It felt like it was trying to pull me down.
I took another step forward.
I was getting closer to the edge.
I closed my eyes again.
I could feel the wind on my face.
It felt cold.
I took one last step forward.
I was standing on the very edge.
I opened my eyes.
I looked down at the schoolyard.
The students were still laughing and talking.
They didn’t know I was here.
They didn’t care.
I closed my eyes one last time.
I let myself fall.
Odile, not stopping her handjob, smiled faintly and spoke.
그녀는 자지를 얼굴 앞으로 끌어들여 그가 정액을 뿌리기 쉽게끔 대신 조준해 주었다.
“Huk….!”
With a gasp, another gush of semen began to pour out.
Even after achieving the unprecedented record of an eleventh ejaculation, my semen volume hadn’t decreased at all. Furthermore, it was much stickier and thicker than usual.
“Ugh… Ugh…!”
I never imagined that the odile would pour out with such fierce intensity, so I squeezed my eyes shut and cowered.
-Pffft, pffft
The odile’s face was too small to spray the baby juice that had been squeezed out with such pleasure.
한번 껄떡일 때마다 눈, 코, 입술, 턱에 정액을 뿌리던 자지는 조준이 빗나가 오딜의 쇄골과 꿇어앉은 허벅지 위에까지 뜨거운 백탁을 흩뿌렸다.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, wooden box, no bigger than my palm. The surface was smooth, polished to a dark sheen, and there were no decorations or engravings. It was so plain that it felt almost crude.
“What is this?”
I asked my mother, who had handed it to me with a mysterious smile. She just shrugged, her eyes twinkling.
“It was left for you. They said it was from someone you’d meet someday.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. They didn’t say.”
I frowned. It was my birthday, and I was already feeling a bit down. I had no grand plans, no exciting parties, just the usual family dinner. This strange box only added to the oddness of the day.
I tried to open it, but the lid wouldn’t budge. There were no hinges, no clasps, no visible way to get inside. I shook it, turned it upside down, even tried to pry it open with a knife, but nothing worked.
“It’s probably a puzzle box,” my younger brother, Minho, said, peering over my shoulder. “You have to figure out how to open it.”
“Great,” I muttered, tossing the box onto my desk. “Just what I needed.”
The box sat there for days, a silent, enigmatic presence in my room. I tried to ignore it, but it was always there, a small, dark rectangle in the corner of my eye.
One evening, as I was studying, I found myself staring at it again. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. The wood felt warm, almost alive. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface, searching for any clue.
And then, I noticed it. A tiny, almost invisible line, running along one edge of the box. It was so faint that I had to squint to see it. I pressed my finger against it, and with a soft click, the lid slid open.
Inside, there was a single, folded piece of paper. I carefully unfolded it, my heart pounding in my chest.
The paper was old, yellowed with age, and the ink was faded. It was a handwritten letter, and the words were written in a language I didn’t recognize.
It wasn’t Korean, or English, or any language I had ever seen before. The characters were strange, angular, and almost alien.
I stared at the letter, my mind racing. Who had written this? And what did it say?
I spent the next few days trying to decipher the letter. I searched online, consulted books on ancient languages, even asked my history professor, but no one could identify the script.
I was about to give up when I stumbled upon a forum dedicated to obscure languages. I posted a picture of the letter, hoping someone might recognize it.
Within hours, I received a reply. A user named “Linguist_X” claimed to recognize the script.
“It’s a dialect of an ancient language,” they wrote. “It’s incredibly rare, almost extinct. I can try to translate it for you, but it will take time.”
I was ecstatic. Finally, I was getting somewhere. I sent Linguist_X a message, thanking them profusely.
A week later, I received the translation. The words on the paper were simple, yet profound.
“The world is not as it seems. Seek the truth, and you will find your destiny.”
I read the words over and over, my mind reeling. What did it mean? What truth was I supposed to seek? And what was my destiny?
The box, the letter, the strange language – it all felt like the beginning of something extraordinary. I knew, deep down, that my life was about to change.
And I was both terrified and excited.
“Ugh… uh… the sound of the engine is coming out…”
The masculine scent wafted from his entire face.
Odile felt her head spin.
Siwoo, in his own way, smeared the last drop of his semen, dripping with visual satisfaction and a sense of conquest, onto Odile’s forehead.
“Haa…”
I really have to close the factory now.
Feeling the tightening in his lower abdomen, Siwoo glanced at Odette.
“I don’t know, wipe it or don’t.”
While asking for understanding from the sulking Odette, he was carefully wiping the semen off Odile’s face with another towel.
-Thud!
A sound was heard.
It sounded like someone was closing the door in a hurry.
Ruh roh…