## Chapter 228 – #51_People Trapped In The Past (4)
#226
1.
Did you know?
That an extremely toned butt, when covered in sweat, becomes so smooth that it’s hard to grip.
Sharon, with a butt as firm as a Pilates instructor, was no exception.
Her white butt, raised to the sky, shone with the lubricant of love, a mixture of sweat and squishing fluids.
“Hah… I… I can’t… do… it… anymore…! Kyaaah!”
Sharon hugged the pillow tightly, her butt sticking up as she received Siwoo’s cock.
Each time Siwoo ruthlessly thrust his cock into Sharon’s deep, narrow pussy, she let out staccato moans.
Her elegantly curved back writhed uncontrollably, savoring every last drop of pleasure.
“Siwoo… kyaa… Siwoo… hnn…! J-just… gently…! Haaah!”
“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
After a haphazard tumble into bed.
Siwoo had a firm grip on Sharon’s reins.
In fact, this whole thing was entirely Siwoo’s fault, and Sharon was almost blameless.
So, the expression “holding the reins” could be interpreted as him responding to her desired play, allowing her to fully enjoy sex.
Of course, Siwoo was quite fond of this kind of play as well.
“I… I’m… sorry for… nagging…! Hiuuu! Haaang… I’m… sorry…!”
“If you knew you were sorry, why did you do it?”
“Haa… ugh… ugh….”
-Smack!
“Kyaaah!”
When he smacked Sharon’s butt, which was glistening with a light sheen of sweat, the sensation on his hand was exquisite.
He had already smacked her several times with his palm, leaving multiple red handprints on her moon-like butt.
The way her inner flesh twitched with each smack and her alluring voice made it hard to stop.
“I asked, if you knew you were sorry, why did you do it?”
“Because… hnn… because I wanted… Siwoo to scold me… Kyaah!”
Actually, at this point, who was right or wrong didn’t matter.
When Siwoo gently berated and teased Sharon, she would pant roughly, fulfilling her desire to be dominated.
Even like this, it was a beautiful symbiotic relationship.
“Now, you move.”
“O-okay… I’ll… I’ll do it… Heh… Hnn… Hnn… Aah…!”
Her pretty, upside-down peach-shaped butt.
Sharon, still leaning forward, swayed her hips back and forth, repeatedly swallowing and releasing Siwoo’s cock.
Even though she was soaked with fluids, her pussy clung to his cock like mozzarella cheese, holding on until the very end.
The reason he never got tired of mixing their bodies several times a day was because he could watch Sharon gradually change.
The cold and haughty Sharon, who had once given him water under the guise of service, was now whimpering like a bitch under Siwoo’s legs.
She diligently swayed her hips at Siwoo’s teasing words.
Where else could he feel such a sense of conquest?
“Hnn… hnn… Siwoo… I think… I’m going to come… hnn…!”
Suddenly, the inside of her pussy began to tighten, taking Siwoo’s cock all the way in, and Sharon rotated her hips.
Her slender body trembled violently as she reached orgasm.
Her toes wiggled.
Her cute flower-like folds, contracting and relaxing as she spread her thighs wide and raised her butt.
The sight of Sharon tearing at the pillow was clearly imprinted in his vision.
“Haa… haa… haa….”
“You’re still not reflecting enough. Who told you to come first?”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… hnn… ugh….”
“How many times is that?”
“Three… I came three times by myself….”
She came three times without him even cumming once.
Siwoo was proud of his improved technique and stamina, but he spoke in a stern voice.
“That won’t do. Kneel.”
“L-like this…?”
Siwoo firmly grabbed Sharon’s butt again as she knelt obediently on the bed.
It was incredibly arousing, like he was arbitrarily violating Sharon as she apologized in a full-body dogeza.
He ran his palm over Sharon’s wet pussy, as if wiping away urine.
Thick honey of love was oozing out, as if a honeycomb had been broken.
“Should I fuck you?”
“Hnn…! Y-yes… yes…”
“Say, ‘Please fuck me.'”
Sharon slightly raised her head, which had been bowed, and looked at Siwoo.
Her eyes, filled with pitiful tears after repeated climaxes, seemed to say, ‘That’s a bit…’ as if she was embarrassed.
But she soon blushed and said softly, as if she had made up her mind.
“P-please… fuck Sharon… Kyaaah!”
2.
It’s a dream.
All of this is a dream.
Eloa murmured in pain.
Like the aftermath of the forty days and nights of rain that God sent to wash away sinful and wicked humans.
The faded landscape was submerged deep in water.
The time of joy had come again.
The only place where she could see Lapi, whom she could no longer see, was in her dreams.
And the time of pain had come again.
The only place that made her face Lapi, whom she could no longer see, was also in her dreams.
‘Master!’
‘Didn’t I tell you it wouldn’t work?’
Lapi, who had repeatedly begged, raised her voice at Eloa with blazing eyes.
It was something that Eloa, who had taken care of Lapi since she was a baby, had never experienced before.
The obedient and kind Lapi was actually rebelling against her master.
‘Why? If we’re together, Master, we can take down any homunculus or enemy!’
‘Lapi, we are witches. Killing homunculi and enemies is not our primary goal. What’s given to us is to raise our rank and…’
‘Raise our rank? Get stronger? Achieve the great work of the Witch of Creation? What’s the point of all that?’
Lapi interrupted Eloa with a sharp voice.
It was a tone so harsh that it was impossible to imagine, considering her usual demeanor.
That’s how angry Lapi was.
She must have felt a deep sense of disillusionment with the witches who only looked at the achievement of magic rather than the dying people, and even more so with Eloa.
‘Don’t you understand yet? That’s the reason witches live.’
‘I don’t like that! People are dying! Is researching magic more important? I can’t accept it!’
‘Lapi, you’re just being stubborn.’
Lapi, who had come to the mortal world with Eloa to enjoy herself, saw people dying because of homunculi and enemies.
And then she had a question.
Why don’t witches try to protect people even though they have enough power?
Why don’t witches try to fight even when they have enemies in front of them?
Why shouldn’t witches live for humans?
Eloa could give a clear answer to that.
It was not the work of a witch.
What a witch should aim for is to reach a higher level of magic.
That was the answer that was infinitely close to the correct one for Eloa Tiferet, or rather, for most witches.
That was what she had been taught by the previous Tiferet.
Just as one must be free from all attachments to reach the state of Nirvana.
Just as one must cut off all ties with the secular world and become free to ascend to immortality.
‘If you are a witch, you must risk everything to achieve the secret realm. Everything else is secondary.’
Tiferet, who was known to be stubborn and rigid among orthodox witches, truly believed that.
‘Don’t you understand yet?’
But the answer that was correct for Eloa was the wrong answer for Lapi.
She was a child born with a natural kindness, so she would never have understood.
Rather, she was angry at Tiferet for saying the same things as other witches.
It wasn’t that she hated her beloved master.
Rather, it was because she loved her so much that the shadow of disappointment was cast so deeply.
A sobbing voice came from Lapi’s bowed head.
‘Master… you’re a coward.’
‘….What?’
‘It’s all excuses. It’s all just a pretext. Why is it wrong to want to protect innocent people?’
‘Lapi!’
At that time, she didn’t feel like pondering Lapi’s words.
Rather, she was so embarrassed and angry that Lapi, who had always followed and respected her more than anyone else, was yelling at her with a reproachful tone that she couldn’t bear it.
‘I’m going to protect people with my own power. I won’t turn a blind eye and pretend I don’t see like you, Master!’
Lapi’s voice was filled with resentment.
At first, she thought it was just a raw criticism.
‘I… I’m going to protect people.’
But after repeating the same dream several times, she could now understand.
Lapi clearly wanted Eloa to change her mind.
She wanted her to listen to her words and break free from the rigid, indoctrinated way of thinking.
But at that time, Eloa was foolish.
She had made a choice that she could never undo.
‘….Do as you please.’
‘…….’
Lapi bowed her head.
Clear drops of dew fell onto the rug on the hotel floor.
Lapi, who had smacked her lips several times, turned around and left without saying anything.
Eloa knew that Lapi was trying to go outside, but she didn’t stop her.
She just needed a little time to think about Lapi’s first rebellion… or so she excused herself.
The hotel door slammed shut.
If she had known that was Lapi’s last appearance.
She would have made a different choice than she did then.
3.
Eloa opened her eyes.
A crushing pain spread in her chest, and an unpleasantly sticky sweat flowed on her forehead.
As always, after writhing in a nightmare, she couldn’t even breathe properly.
“Haa… haa… haa….”
Tiferet gasped for breath, as if she had been sinking in the deep sea.
She covered her face with both hands and tore at her hair.
She curled up like a bird avoiding a storm, and when she managed to calm her extreme emotions, her breathing returned a little.
“Ah….”
Eloa, who was sitting blankly on the bed, instinctively reached out her hand.
The strong liquor that she always kept by her bedside was gone.
“Come to think of it….”
Her sense of time, which had been lagging far behind, returned like a loosely wound tape.
Today, she had invited Siwoo and treated him to a meal.
She had gotten drunk and acted out… and then fallen asleep.
But when she woke up, she was in bed.
That meant he had carried the sleeping Eloa to bed.
“……..”
Eloa left the room.
It was to drink alcohol and take a cold shower.
Outside the window, dawn was breaking over Seoul.
The complexly rising buildings and the gloomy smog.
The dawn, cutting diagonally through them, tore through the darkness of the night and ran brilliantly.
But even that light, which illuminated half of the world, could not erase Eloa’s shadow.
Eloa, standing in the slanted shadow of the room, stared at it blankly before turning her body.
Just as the most painful time is right after the anesthesia wears off.
This time after waking up from a dream is the most painful and long of the day.
Eloa took out the rum from the shelf and twisted open the cork.
The burning liquor set her throat on fire and even warmed her stomach.
She had avoided alcohol because it made her body stagger and her mind lax, but today it was a more precious painkiller than water, something she couldn’t do without.
Something caught Eloa’s eye as she was about to start her day as usual.
It was the neatly arranged dining table.
“He even cleaned up while I was out…”
Eloa ran her hand over the table.
The dishes that had been scattered around were all washed.
It couldn’t have been a ghost, so Siwoo must have done it after putting Eloa to bed.
He’s a good kid.
He’s a nice kid.
Regardless of the initial misunderstanding, Eloa’s evaluation of Siwoo rose with just his small actions.
It was probably because she was lonely.
Because she was in pain.
If Siwoo, who had inherited Lapi’s vessel, stayed by her side like a disciple.
Wouldn’t she be able to gain self-satisfaction, even if it was just a deception? That was probably why she was still clinging to that hope.
Because she could do for Siwoo what she couldn’t do for Lapi.
-Thump!
But Eloa’s worries didn’t last long.
It was because she felt a deep, dense wave of magical power.
Eloa’s senses were on high alert at the faint wave that seemed to be coming from a great distance.
The string of characters deeply engraved under Eloa’s skin, muscles, and bones enhanced her ability to sense magical power.
Therefore, she could always detect any wave of magical power.
“What…?”
But this was different from the waves of magical power she had felt so far.
It seemed to be coming from a great distance, but in reality, it was very close.
Like the vibrations of a landslide that can be felt even from a great distance.
It was being transmitted because the wave was so intense, even though something was blocking the magical power.
Eloa’s gaze turned to the ceiling.
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I’ve been only checking the comment section for mental health reasons, so I’m late in checking the fan art…
There are five of them piled up ㅜㅜ
Considering the sincerity of the readers who worked hard to draw them, I think it’s right to reveal them one by one, so I’ll reveal them sequentially!!!
Here are the twin Sharon Amelias provided by PIA1618722351907!!!
I think they captured each of their unique characteristics well!!!
Each one is so pretty and well-drawn ㅎㅎ
I’ll put them in the gallery!
Thank you!!!
