## Chapter 248 – #56_Divination(6)
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Periwinkle had tumbled in bed with the same witch countless times.
Though she hadn’t told him, she had never actually done such things with a man.
Periwinkle was very picky about choosing partners, especially men.
Men, by their very nature, possessed a physical structure that couldn’t bear a mark.
To a witch who pursued and worshipped the path of magic, a man was nothing more than a pitiful being with an innate defect.
Moreover, many believed it was right not to give their hearts, as the inevitable separation of aging and death awaited them.
Anyway, she had spent enjoyable times with quite a few lovers, trying various things…
But she swore to the heavens, she had never touched a filthy hole.
Well, even if the term ‘filthy’ didn’t suit a body part that had become an ethereal entity, wasn’t that the common perception?
Even when witches were groping each other in bed and spending intimate time like slugs, they tacitly avoided touching the rear.
No matter how important pleasure was, there were parts that needed to be respected between each other, and it was abnormal to touch a hole that wasn’t originally made for inserting things.
But then, Siwoo, who had been pretending not to know anything and testing the waters, suddenly declared an attack on the back hole.
The moment Periwinkle read his intentions, she felt like the sky was falling.
Was this what it felt like to have her dignity as a woman completely violated?
She had expected at most to have her buttocks smacked and hear some lewd curses.
Who would have thought he was a man who hid such a maniacal and perverted taste!
Suddenly, she was forced to do something that was never in her life plan as a witch.
The irony was that Periwinkle had dug her own grave by making it impossible to refuse such a proposal, so she was even more resentful for falling into her own trap.
“Don’t be too nervous.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not nervous!”
Siwoo massaged Periwinkle’s buttocks gently, as if giving a massage, and
Periwinkle gritted her teeth and replied.
But contrary to Periwinkle’s protest, her back hole was tightly locked.
Even though she was dangling in the air, the ribbon was distributing her weight properly, so there was no need to strain her body.
So, the tightly shrunken wrinkles of her back hole, to the point where they were barely visible, were purely a product of Periwinkle’s nervousness.
“Huuuuh…!”
It was cute how her attitude, which had been open until just now, had suddenly turned into a closed-off rear, but…
The problem was that even when he pressed the head of his penis firmly against the center of the wrinkles, there was no sign of insertion.
It was just stubbornly blocking Siwoo’s penis.
At this rate, it seemed like it would never go in unless he forced it, and even if she was an ethereal entity, she might get hurt if he tried too hard.
“You’re tensing up too much?”
“Wh-what do you mean, tensing up… It’s been over a hundred years since I tensed up there!”
Periwinkle’s neck turned as red as if she had been sunbathing without sunscreen.
The meaning of “tensing up” that Siwoo was talking about and the meaning that Periwinkle understood were slightly different.
Anyway, it was quite enjoyable to see her unexpectedly innocent reaction.
“Um, would you like to take a small deep breath?”
“Why a deep breath all of a sudden?”
“I think you need to relax your body before anything can go in.”
Apart from that kind of pleasure, my body is already burning.
Since the only pleasure I’ve known is rubbing against my ass, which practices a policy of isolation, I’m also getting impatient.
I want to thrust into those moist petals below right now.
“Huu…huu…huu…huu…. Is this really going to work?”
Despite showing extreme aversion, Periwinkle breathes in and out as Siwoo instructs.
But she still doesn’t seem very relaxed.
Siwoo glanced at her fingertips.
She always keeps her nails trimmed short for sparring, so it should be fine.
“Ah…!”
Suddenly, a finger gently burrowed into Periwinkle’s pussy lips.
“Ugh….”
Siwoo let out a soft exclamation of admiration.
Just inserting one finger stop, I feel a sense of security as if being tightly embraced from all sides.
뜨겁게 꿈틀거리며 손가락을 조이는 질벽은 자지를 넣었을 때의 까칠한 감각을 그대로 재현해 냈다.
Let’s try a quick back-and-forth. The inner wall felt like it was covered in tiny, dense protrusions, and even though it was soaking wet, it stimulated my finger with its bumpy texture.
It’s a lifelong regret that I can’t just bang it here to my heart’s content.
“Yeah, let’s just do it there. Why do it from behind like an animal? No, even animals wouldn’t do it from behind, would they?”
Periwinkle, seeing Siwoo seemingly give up, tried to act nonchalant and opened her mouth.
It seemed like there was some misunderstanding.
She didn’t bother to correct it.
Because now, with Periwinkle relaxed and not conscious of her rear, was the perfect moment for a breakthrough.
“It feels much better in the front… Hyaaak!”
Siwoo thrust his finger into Periwinkle’s unguarded rear. It was far weaker than a childish prank poke, but it was an incomparably lewd act. Periwinkle responded with a sound like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, tightening her buttocks firmly, but… the effect was minimal. It only served to clench around the finger that had swiftly entered halfway, like a snake burrowing into a hole, painfully tight.
“Y-you, you… you…”
“I’m sorry, I thought it would be better to loosen you up like this.”
Periwinkle turned around, glaring at Siwoo with resentful eyes. Her cat-like eyes, distorted with shock, were glistening with tiny tears. She looked like she desperately wanted to scold him, but because of what she had said herself, she could only bite her lip without saying a word.
“I’ll try moving now.”
“I’m not mentally ready… Aah… Huk… Ugh…!”
Mental preparation was important. But at this rate, it felt like he wouldn’t be able to insert it until his dick was necrotic, so Siwoo began to move his finger.
-Squish, squish, squelch!
Perhaps because it was already thoroughly soaked with fluids, lubrication wasn’t a major issue. Still, it would be much better with something like gel or lotion… As he looked around, he spotted something in the distance: body oil in the open bathtub. A strand of Siwoo’s ribbon stretched out towards it, retrieving the oil into his hand.
This much should be enough to eliminate any discomfort.
“Hic! W-what is it?”
“It’s oil. It’ll make it a bit more comfortable.”
Siwoo poured almost half a bottle onto Periwinkle’s rear with a gushing sound.
허연 엉덩이골을 타고 자연스럽게 뒷구멍과 삽입부에 녹아드는 오일.
Fingers, now incomparably smoother than before, painted the inside of the viscous periwinkle barrier in every nook and cranny.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each one a testament to a life lived under the harsh sun. Her hands, gnarled and twisted like ancient tree roots, moved with a surprising dexterity as she kneaded the dough. The scent of sesame oil and garlic filled the small kitchen, a comforting aroma that had been a constant in my life.
“Are you going out again today, Soojin?” she asked, her voice raspy but kind.
I nodded, pulling on my worn jacket. “Yeah, just for a bit. I need to… clear my head.”
She didn’t press further, knowing that my “clearing my head” usually involved wandering the back alleys of the city, sketchbook in hand. It was my way of escaping the suffocating silence of our small apartment, the silence that had become a constant companion since… well, since everything changed.
“Don’t stay out too late,” she said, her eyes filled with a worry that she tried to hide. “And be careful.”
I gave her a small smile, a promise I wasn’t sure I could keep. “I will, Grandma.”
The city was a chaotic symphony of sounds and smells. The honking of cars, the chatter of vendors, the distant rumble of the subway – it was a stark contrast to the quiet of our apartment. I walked, letting the city’s rhythm guide me, my eyes scanning the buildings, the people, the small details that most people overlooked.
I found a quiet corner tucked away between two buildings, a small patch of concrete that had become my sanctuary. I pulled out my sketchbook and charcoal, and began to draw. The lines flowed from my hand, capturing the essence of the city, the beauty in its decay, the stories hidden in its shadows.
As I drew, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, a temporary reprieve from the turmoil that always seemed to be swirling within me. It was in these moments, when I was lost in the act of creation, that I felt closest to myself, to the person I used to be.
But even here, in my sanctuary, the memories came, unbidden and unwelcome. The laughter, the smiles, the warmth of his hand in mine – they were all there, just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And with them came the pain, the sharp, agonizing pain that never seemed to fade.
I closed my eyes, trying to push the memories away, but they were relentless. They were a part of me now, woven into the fabric of my being, and I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I would never truly escape them.
I opened my eyes and looked at the drawing, the lines blurred by the tears that had welled up in my eyes. It was a reflection of my pain, my loss, my longing. It was a reminder of everything I had lost, and everything I could never have again.
I sighed, closing my sketchbook. The city was still there, still chaotic, still indifferent to my pain. But I knew that I couldn’t stay here forever, lost in my memories. I had to go back, back to the small apartment, back to the old woman who was waiting for me.
I stood up, brushing the dust off my clothes. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the city. It was time to go home.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
An even more lewd and vulgar sound.
Periwinkle was still clenching her butthole tight, but it was much easier to move.
By the way, this pressure.
Given the difference in physique, it certainly won’t match the twins, but even so, it’s expected to be much stronger than a pussy squeeze.
“Hnnn…uh…hnnn….”
Tiny goosebumps prickle over Periwinkle’s smooth, microfiber-like buttocks.
It was a conditioned reflex to the unfamiliar sensation she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
Nothing had ever gone in, and it had been ages since anything had come out.
To think she’d end up having her finger pleasured inside such a hole.
The psychological burden and the physical unfamiliarity were making Periwinkle’s head spin.
“How does it feel?”
“I don’t like it at all…”
Periwinkle, who had lost every trace of her previous composure, not even a feather’s worth.
시우의 손가락이 왕복할 때마다 간헐적으로 움츠러들며 손가락을 무는 후장과 그에 연동된 듯이 벌름거리는 보짓살.
It was a feast of lewdness.
A sense of conquest beyond imagination surged from the feeling of suppressing the witch with force.
“Agh…! You’re putting more in, more?”
“Yes, you’ll be in pain if we leave it like this.”
Siwoo wedged another finger in.
No matter how you looked at it, the durability and flexibility of the spirit body were remarkable.
After only about ten minutes of being poked and prodded with fingers, it was already considerably weakened.
However, to properly receive his cock, he needed to be able to insert at least four fingers’ worth.
Siwoo re-secured the periwinkle, which kept wriggling like a live fish, with the ribbon, and then began to move two fingers in earnest.
-Plop! Squeesh! Squish!
-Splish, splash!
“Ugh…huff….kuh…!”
Bending my index and pinky fingers back, like when making a fox shape with my middle and ring fingers, made movement much easier.
손바닥으로 뜨거운 열기가 모락모락 올라오는 보지를 애액이 튀길 때까지 찰싹찰싹 때리며 동시에 손가락 끝까지 뒷구멍을 자극한다.
With persistent and tenacious caresses, there was a slight shift in Periwinkle’s reaction, who had until just now only shown signs of displeasure.
“Haa….huff….aah!”
“Huh?”
Periwinkle, who had only been groaning in distress, let out a strange moan for the first time.
Startled by the much faster progress than expected, Siwoo stopped his hand.
Periwinkle, feeling guilty, shouted sharply as if protesting.
“Ah, no! It’s not! It’s not like that!”
“I didn’t say anything though?”
“Aren’t you taking witches too lightly? How dare you do this to me…”
At first glance, it seemed like she was flailing wildly, but it was such clumsy acting that I could tell.
Periwinkle wasn’t really angry.
She was just pretending to be angry to hide her embarrassment.
The proud Great Witch couldn’t accept that she had felt pleasure, even for a moment, in her backdoor.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
As proof, when Siwoo, at a loss for words, increased the tempo of the piston without further ado, her complaints vanished.
“Hmph… Ungh…! Haa…..!”
Instead, a pink moan with a higher saturation echoed through the spacious bedroom.
That should be enough.
I had spent almost 30 minutes on foreplay, so she should be loosened up enough not to get hurt.
-Pop!
With a cute sound, my finger slipped out of Periwinkle’s backdoor.
“Ugh… Ugh…. Annoying….”
Periwinkle let her tense body slump and broke out in a cold sweat.
However, as her backdoor quickly returned to its original shape, I brought my glans to it, and she tried to resist energetically again.
“Wait a minute! Just a minute! How about we reconsider? Sure, maybe I was a little rash in staking my witch name on this, but…”
“No. I cannot let the resolve and oath of a great witch like you, Ms. Periwinkle, be in vain.”
“Couldn’t you just put it in front and still not make the oath in vain?”
“Yes, but I’m more confident doing it this way… I just thought this was the best choice to make you happy in any way possible.”
“Do I look happy to you?”
“It’s your first time. You’ll gradually become happier.”
Periwinkle sighed at Siwoo’s consistent feigned ignorance.
“Then, I’ll put it in.”
“Wait, waaaah…huff…! Ugh…ugh….hic….!”
The old woman, who had been sitting with her back bent like a shrimp, straightened up with a groan. Her back, which had been curved like a bow, now looked like a crooked tree branch.
“Aigoo, my back. It’s killing me.”
She rubbed her back with a wrinkled hand, then looked at me with eyes that were as deep as a well.
“So, you’re the one who’s going to be staying here?”
Her voice was as rough as sandpaper, and her gaze was sharp enough to pierce through me. I nodded, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and anticipation.
“Yes, I am. My name is Lee Jiwoo.”
“Hmph, Jiwoo, is it? I’m Kim Boksoon. Just call me Grandma.”
Grandma Kim, as she introduced herself, had a face that was a roadmap of wrinkles, each one telling a story of a life lived. Her eyes, though old, held a spark of something that made me think she had seen more than most.
“Okay, Grandma,” I replied, trying to sound as respectful as possible.
“Alright then. Follow me. I’ll show you your room.”
Grandma Kim turned and started walking towards the house, her steps slow but steady. I followed her, my suitcase bumping against my leg. The house was old, with a wooden frame and a tiled roof that looked like it had seen better days. But there was a certain charm to it, a sense of history that made me feel like I was stepping into another world.
The inside of the house was just as old, with wooden floors that creaked with every step and walls that were covered in faded wallpaper. The air was thick with the smell of old wood and something else, something earthy and comforting.
Grandma Kim led me to a small room at the end of a hallway. The room was simple, with a small bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. A single window looked out onto a small garden, where a few flowers were blooming despite the late season.
“This is your room. It’s not much, but it’s clean,” Grandma Kim said, her voice softening slightly.
“It’s perfect, Grandma. Thank you,” I replied, genuinely meaning it.
“Hmph, don’t thank me yet. You haven’t even seen the work you’ll have to do.”
Grandma Kim’s words were a stark reminder that this wasn’t going to be a vacation. I was here to work, to help her with whatever she needed. But even with that thought, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. This was a new beginning, a chance to start over.
“I’m ready, Grandma. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it,” I said, my voice filled with determination.
Grandma Kim looked at me for a moment, her eyes searching mine. Then, a small smile appeared on her lips.
“Alright then, Jiwoo. Let’s get started.”
페리윙클이 다른 말을 생각하는 동안 시우는 벌써 페리윙클의 엉덩이를 한껏 잡아 벌리고 귀두를 삽입했다.
If I let it rest too much, the body I’ve worked so hard to loosen might stiffen up again.
-Squelch…!
The day I became a princess, the world turned upside down.
It wasn’t a grand coronation or a fairy tale transformation. It was a sudden, jarring shift, like falling into a dream where the rules of reality were bent and broken.
I had been a perfectly ordinary high school student, living a life of textbooks, late-night study sessions, and the occasional weekend outing with friends. My biggest concerns were acing my exams and deciding what to eat for dinner. Then, one moment I was in my room, and the next, I was in a place that felt like a movie set.
The room was opulent, with high ceilings, ornate furniture, and a chandelier that sparkled like a thousand stars. The walls were covered in tapestries depicting scenes of knights and dragons, and the air was thick with the scent of incense and old wood. It was a far cry from my small, cluttered bedroom.
A woman with a kind face and a regal bearing approached me. She wore a long, flowing gown and a crown that seemed to weigh her down. “My dear,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “you are Princess Ariadne now.”
Princess Ariadne? I blinked, trying to make sense of it all. I wasn’t a princess. I was just me, a girl who loved reading and had a terrible habit of procrastinating.
“I think there’s been a mistake,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I’m not a princess. I’m just…”
“Nonsense,” the woman said, smiling gently. “You are the heir to the throne, the hope of our kingdom.”
I wanted to laugh, but the look in her eyes was too serious. This wasn’t a joke. This was real, as surreal as it seemed.
And so began my life as a princess. It was a whirlwind of etiquette lessons, royal duties, and political intrigue. I had to learn how to walk, talk, and even eat like a princess. I had to memorize the history of the kingdom, the names of the nobles, and the complex web of alliances and rivalries.
It was overwhelming, to say the least. I missed my old life, my friends, my books. I missed the simplicity of being just me.
But I also felt a strange sense of responsibility. The people of this kingdom were looking to me, hoping that I would be a good ruler. I couldn’t let them down.
So, I tried my best. I studied hard, I listened carefully, and I tried to learn from the people around me. I made mistakes, of course, but I also learned from them.
And slowly, I began to find my place in this new world. I was still me, the girl who loved reading and procrastinating, but I was also Princess Ariadne, the heir to the throne.
It was a strange and wonderful thing, this life of mine. And I knew, deep down, that it was just the beginning.
주름 하나하나를 예민한 귀두로 느끼며 자지를 서서히 밀어넣는다.
They say starting is half the battle, and that goes for anal sex too.
귀두만 어떻게든 밀어 넣으면 그 뒤로는 일사천리.
좁디좁은 구멍에 귀두를 절반쯤 밀어 넣자 마치 삼켜지듯이 쏙 안으로 빨려들어 갔다.
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he’d spent under the relentless sun. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of the mischievous boy he once was. He sat on the porch, a worn wooden pipe clenched between his teeth, the smoke curling up like a lazy dragon.
“You know,” he began, his voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot, “life’s a funny thing. Like a river, always flowing, never the same twice.”
I nodded, perched on the steps beside him, the late afternoon sun painting long shadows across the yard. The air was thick with the scent of honeysuckle and the distant hum of cicadas.
“I remember when this place was just a patch of dirt,” he continued, gesturing with his pipe towards the sprawling garden. “Your grandmother and I, we built it all with our own two hands. Every stone, every plant, every memory.”
He fell silent for a moment, his gaze lost in the past. I waited patiently, knowing that his stories were like treasures, each one worth more than gold.
“She used to say,” he chuckled, a soft, wistful sound, “that a garden is a reflection of the soul. And looking at this one, I guess she was right.”
He turned to me, his eyes twinkling. “So, what do you think, young one? What does your garden look like?”
I smiled, thinking of the chaos and beauty that was my own life. “I think,” I said, “it’s still growing.”
He nodded, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “That’s the best kind,” he said. “The kind that’s always changing, always becoming.”
“Ugh… Haaah…!”
Periwinkle shuddered, her shoulders twitching as she let out a strange groan.
Her body, which had been stiff, went limp the moment the insertion was complete.
