City ​​of Witches 382

## Chapter 382 – #82_Night Of Delusion (3)

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“Ugh… Hooo… Ooh…! Hng…!”

Her mind went blank.
Her breath hitched and came out ragged, the moans escaping with each gasp turning into unsightly groans that vibrated the bedsprings pressed against her ear.
Her knees were spread wide, barely holding her up, her rear thrust high, and her arms flailed uselessly, unable to support her upper body.

If Lucy Yesod were to see her from afar, she would have thought, ‘Oh, how unladylike. Even in the bedroom, a noblewoman should not forget her dignity and grace. To see her wailing like a beast…’ She was displaying a disgraceful sight with her entire body.

-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Hooo… Ung… Ooh…!”

But she couldn’t possibly compose herself.
She couldn’t even suppress the unbridled moans.

Each time she felt the pleasure of his fingers digging deep into her swollen, soft core, rubbing against the smooth, round cervix, her resolve and determination would vanish.

Her chest heaved and crumpled with his thrusts.
Each time her nipples, erect and sensitive, brushed against the sheets, a hazy pleasure clouded her mind even further.

-Slap! Slap! Slap!

The Count’s body was drenched in sweat.
His back was so slick that it was hard to grip her hips, and beads of sweat trickled down her spine.

But her thighs trembled as if she had a chill, and the goosebumps that rose on her skin made her wonder if her autonomic nervous system had been wrecked by the drug-like pleasure.

-Smack!

“Kyaaak…!”

The Count let out a sharp cry at the stinging pain that wrapped around her damp rear.
Her consciousness, which had been sinking into a blissful abyss, became clear as if she had been injected with a stimulant.
Her dulled senses were reset, and she could feel his thick member thoroughly exploring the inner walls of her vagina.

-Smack!
“S-Siwoo…”

Like this.
When she was about to lose her mind, he would mercilessly slap her buttocks.
The tingling heat filled both cheeks of her rear, and she could guess without looking that large handprints were left behind.

How could he be so rude?
Not only did he dare to insert his thing as if she were a sex toy, but he even hit her.
There was not a shred of respect or consideration for a woman.
The identity that Lucy Yesod had held as a Count for so long clearly felt a burning rage at this.

“It’s not okay if you keep going without saying anything. We made a promise.”

But.
Every time his throbbing member entered her body.
The thought of maintaining her dignity, the anger at being treated so carelessly, was diluted.

“Again, again… again… I, I think I’m going to… cum…!”

She wanted more.
She wanted to feel more.
The Count’s thighs trembled violently, spasming as if she were urinating, creating another puddle on the bedsheets.

“Hauuuuuu…!”

The Count sighed with a weak tremor, like a wolf with consumption howling.
Her brain melted again.
She felt like she could savor this pleasure for hours.

The Count, who had been limp in the afterglow of the climax, as if she couldn’t even lift a finger.

“S-Siwoo!”

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she lifted half of her upper body. A shocking event had awakened her consciousness.

“What’s wrong?”

“D-don’t, d-don’t, d-don’t spread it there…! It’s embarrassing…!”

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 chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “You think you’re so smart, huh? Always with your nose in those books.”

I didn’t answer, just kept my gaze fixed on the worn pages of the novel in my hands. It was a story about a young woman who had to choose between love and duty, a dilemma that seemed so far removed from my own life.

“You should be out there, meeting people, making memories,” the old woman continued, her voice a gentle rasp. “Not hiding away in your room, lost in someone else’s world.”

I finally looked up, a slight frown creasing my brow. “But these stories… they’re not just someone else’s world. They’re full of truths, of emotions that everyone feels.”

She snorted, a sound that was both dismissive and affectionate. “Truths? Emotions? Bah! You’ll find all the truth and emotions you need right here, in this very house.” She gestured around the small, cluttered room with a sweep of her hand. “In the stories we tell each other, in the meals we share, in the silences we keep.”

I knew she was right, in her own way. But the world in my books, with its grand adventures and passionate romances, was so much more alluring than the quiet routine of my life.

“Besides,” I said, turning back to my book, “I’m not very good at making memories.”

The old woman sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to carry the weight of years. “You’ll learn,” she said, her voice softer now. “You’ll learn.”

And then she left me alone, with my book and my thoughts, the silence of the room broken only by the gentle turning of pages.

The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line etched deep with the passage of time. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. “You’ve got a good eye, young man,” she said, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “But a good eye isn’t enough. You need a steady hand, and a heart that knows the rhythm of the earth.”

I nodded, trying to look like I understood, though her words felt like riddles wrapped in ancient secrets. The air in her small workshop was thick with the scent of herbs and soil, a comforting aroma that spoke of generations of knowledge passed down. She gestured towards a collection of tools, each one worn smooth with use. “These aren’t just tools,” she said, her fingers tracing the curve of a trowel. “They’re extensions of your soul. They feel the earth, they know what it needs.”

I picked up a small, delicate spade, its handle worn smooth by countless hands. It felt strangely alive in my grasp, as if it held the stories of every seed it had ever planted. The old woman smiled, a network of wrinkles crinkling around her eyes. “You’re ready,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Now, let’s see if you can make the earth sing.”

한없이 쾌감만을 탐닉하던 그녀가 정신을 차리고 그를 제지한 것은 시우가 그녀의 탱글탱글한 엉덩잇살을 활짝 벌려 보였기 때문이다.
A particularly cold draft brushed against my backside, so even in my disarray, I immediately noticed it.

가뜩이나 엉덩이를 치켜든 자세에서 그렇게 벌린다면 불결한 구멍이 훤히 보이고 말 것이다.
I’m familiar with anal sex through my research.

I had even actually used it in a novel before.

However, the shame of having my anus exposed in front of a man far surpassed any description the Count had ever written in prose.

“Are you embarrassed?”
“O-of course! That place… N-no way…? It’s not, right?”
“It was just fluttering happily a little while ago. I wanted to take a look.”
“Ugh…!”

The Count buried his face in the pillow.
Yes.
For nearly ten minutes, the two had been in a rear-entry position.

Moreover, it was a deformed rear-entry position where the woman’s body was bent into an elegant high-heel shape.
In other words, it had been fully on display the entire time.

“Every time you climaxed, you twitched so much… I wondered if you might have been interested in this side too.”
“Ah… ahh…. There’s no way that’s true!”

I want to die.
I felt so ashamed I wanted to die.

I was so focused on enduring the pleasure that I hadn’t been paying any attention.
Moreover, as a woman, the feeling of having my hole, more visible than my genitals, wide open and being observed was incredibly shameful, yet at the same time…

“Change… positions..! Haaah…!”

The reason the count’s voice trailed off strangely was because his cock had moved before she finished speaking.

계속해서 자지에 마찰하고 비벼져 먹음직스럽게 민감해진 말랑한 자궁구.
The glans rubbing there completely shattered the Count’s resistance with even a light touch, like a kiss.

“I don’t want to.”

“Shi, Woo… Shiii…!”

The Count’s upper body slumped back down with a thud.

As if to show off, Siwoo grabbed his moon-like buttocks and used his thumb to spread the flesh between them.

“You’re aware of it. You’re flinching much more than before.”
“No… no… Don’t say such vulgar things…!”

The Count’s face flushed as red as a tomato at Siwoo’s words, which deliberately picked at his shameful parts.

Until now, I hadn’t really been aware of it, just like he said.

Right now, I can feel gazes, sharp enough to sting, piercing the filthy folds of my flower.

보지에 쾌감이 전해질 때마다 주책없이 조였다 풀어지는 움찔거림도 더욱 여실히 느껴진다.
He was even moving his hips slowly, as if he were trying to savor the moment.

“I’m telling you nicely…! Stop it…! Showing… this… embarrassing…!”

In the ceaseless pleasure of being disarmed, the tormented body even sublimates the shame that should be felt as humiliation into pleasure.

-Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Huff! Huff!”

The Count’s holy water, soaking Siwoo’s crotch, spread wetly.

비록 사정없이 허리를 내지르고 있지만 조금만 방심하면 사정해 버릴 정도로 그녀의 몸은 완벽했다.
The world was a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

I, too, was one of those players.

However, my stage was a bit different from others.

It was a stage where I had to act as a villain.

A villain who would be cursed, hated, and eventually meet a miserable end.

That was my role.

And I had been playing that role for a very long time.

It was a life of endless repetition.

I was born, lived, and died as a villain.

I was a villain in a fantasy world, a villain in a modern world, and even a villain in a historical drama.

I had played countless villains.

And every time, I met the same ending.

Death.

A miserable, lonely death.

But I didn’t hate it.

Because that was my role.

I was just a player who had to play the role given to me.

So I played my role diligently.

I cursed, I schemed, and I committed evil deeds.

I did everything I could to become the perfect villain.

And every time, I was rewarded with the same ending.

Death.

But one day, something changed.

It was when I was playing the role of a villain in a fantasy world.

I was a powerful wizard who was trying to conquer the world.

And as always, I was defeated by the hero and faced death.

But this time, I didn’t die.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at the beginning.

The moment I was born as a villain.

It was a strange experience.

I had never experienced such a thing before.

I was confused and bewildered.

But I soon realized that this was a new opportunity.

An opportunity to change my fate.

I decided to try something different.

I decided to not be a villain.

I decided to live a normal life.

But it wasn’t easy.

The world seemed to be pushing me to become a villain.

Every time I tried to do something good, something bad would happen.

It was as if the world was trying to force me back into my role.

But I didn’t give up.

I continued to try to live a normal life.

And eventually, I succeeded.

I was able to live a normal life without becoming a villain.

It was a strange and unfamiliar experience.

But it was also a very happy one.

I had finally escaped my role as a villain.

I had finally found my own life.

But my happiness didn’t last long.

One day, I was suddenly transported back to the stage.

The stage where I had to play the role of a villain.

I was confused and frustrated.

I had finally escaped my role, but now I was back.

I didn’t understand why this was happening.

But I knew that I had to play my role again.

So I played my role diligently.

I cursed, I schemed, and I committed evil deeds.

I did everything I could to become the perfect villain.

And as always, I was rewarded with the same ending.

Death.

But this time, something was different.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at the beginning again.

The moment I was born as a villain.

But this time, I wasn’t confused or bewildered.

I knew what was happening.

I was trapped in an endless loop.

A loop where I had to play the role of a villain and die.

It was a cruel and unfair fate.

But I didn’t give up.

I decided to try something different again.

I decided to find the reason why I was trapped in this loop.

I decided to find the way to escape this loop.

And so, my journey began.

A journey to find the truth about my fate.

A journey to escape the endless loop.

A journey to find my own life.

This is the story of my journey.

The story of a villain who wanted to escape his role.

The story of a player who wanted to find his own stage.

The story of me.

쥐고 있는 엉덩이의 부드러움과 탄력은 기본 옵션.
Each deep thrust sent a sensation from the root, a plump, bouncy, bo-doong-y cushion of suspension that far surpassed the unwavering comfort of even the finest limousine.

게걸스럽게 빨아들이는 하반신의 흡입력과 뜨거움은 ‘내가 혹시 불알까지 넣어버렸나?’ 싶을 정도로 무시무시했다.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she’d weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and 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 familiar comfort that had been a constant in my life.

“You’re staring again, child,” she said, her voice raspy but warm, like a well-loved blanket. “Is there something on my face?”

I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips. “No, Grandma. I was just thinking about how you always make the best kimchi.”

She chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “It’s not magic, you know. Just a lot of love and a little bit of patience.” She paused, her gaze turning thoughtful. “And maybe a secret ingredient or two.”

I laughed, knowing she’d never reveal her true recipe. It was a family secret, passed down through generations, and I was still waiting for the day she’d finally share it with me.

“So, what are you planning to do today?” she asked, her hands still working the dough.

“I was thinking of going to the library,” I replied. “I need to finish my research paper.”

“Ah, the books,” she said, a hint of fondness in her voice. “They hold so many stories, don’t they?”

I nodded, thinking of the countless hours I’d spent lost in the pages of books, transported to different worlds and times.

“Well, don’t let your nose get stuck in them all day,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Come back for dinner. I’m making your favorite, spicy pork bulgogi.”

My stomach rumbled at the thought. “I will, Grandma. Thank you.”

I watched her for a moment longer, her movements so familiar and comforting, before heading out the door. The sun was shining, and the air was crisp, carrying the promise of a beautiful day. As I walked, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the simple things in my life: my grandmother, her kimchi, and the stories that filled the pages of books.

Moreover, watching her react so sensitively to each instance of bullying, my desire to conquer and my sadistic urges are growing rapidly.

“Haa…”
“Hiccup…! Hic…!”

Countess Yesod, her elegant body shuddering as I took a breath after thrusting as deeply as possible.
As a bonus, her exposed rear quivered, like a wink.
Finally having a moment to rest, she was only panting, her movements languid as if she were completely drunk.

“Countess, may I ask you a favor?”
“Haa, haa…. P-put that away… and speak…. I really… feel like I’m going to die of embarrassment….”

How could someone who says they’re embarrassed sound so full of coquetry?
It almost sounded like it was automatically translating to, ‘Do more, Siwoo. But it’s hard for me to say it honestly, so please force me….’

“Really…. You’re so mean, Siwoo…. Isn’t it enough now…?”

The Countess’s hand overlapped Siwoo’s hand, which was tightly gripping her buttocks, now red and blotchy like fallen maple leaves.
As if she was trying to push it away.

-Squelch!

“I refuse. You’re tightening up even more since I did this.”
“Huuu…! I… I don’t know…. That can’t be true…!”

As soon as I thrust my hips once, poking her, she fell limp again.
I think I’m starting to understand how to handle her.

“So, about that favor…. Could you hold it yourself and show me?”
“Huh…?”

The Countess spoke in a daze, as if doubting her own ears.
Her sharp voice, mixed with tears, followed, unable to bear the embarrassment.

“I will absolutely not do that…!”

I was so tired that I felt like I was going to die.

I had been working on a new game for the past three days, barely sleeping, and now I was finally done.

I collapsed onto my bed, not even bothering to change out of my clothes.

I closed my eyes, and the world went dark.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a strange place.

It was a forest, but not like any forest I had ever seen before.

The trees were tall and twisted, and the leaves were a strange shade of purple.

The air was thick and humid, and the ground was covered in a layer of moss.

I stood up, feeling disoriented.

Where was I?

How did I get here?

I looked around, trying to get my bearings.

I saw a path leading through the trees, and I decided to follow it.

As I walked, I noticed that the forest was full of strange creatures.

There were small, furry animals with glowing eyes, and large, insect-like creatures with sharp claws.

I tried to avoid them, but they seemed to be everywhere.

I was starting to get scared.

I didn’t know where I was, and I didn’t know how to get back home.

I kept walking, hoping that I would find someone who could help me.

After what seemed like hours, I came to a clearing.

In the middle of the clearing was a small cottage.

It was made of wood and stone, and it looked very old.

I hesitated for a moment, then I walked towards the cottage.

I knocked on the door, and waited.

A moment later, the door opened, and a woman stood before me.

She was old, with long white hair and wrinkles on her face.

She looked at me with kind eyes.

“Hello,” she said. “What brings you to my cottage?”

I was so relieved to see another human being that I almost cried.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I was just sleeping, and then I woke up here. I don’t know where I am.”

The woman smiled.

“You are in the Forest of Dreams,” she said. “It is a place where people come when they are lost.”

“The Forest of Dreams?” I asked. “What is that?”

“It is a place between worlds,” she said. “A place where anything is possible.”

I was confused.

“So, how do I get back home?” I asked.

The woman shook her head.

“That is not for me to say,” she said. “You must find your own way.”

“But how?” I asked.

“You must follow your heart,” she said. “It will guide you.”

I didn’t understand what she meant, but I didn’t know what else to do.

“Okay,” I said. “Thank you.”

The woman smiled again.

“You are welcome,” she said. “Now, come in. You must be tired.”

I followed her into the cottage.

It was small and cozy, with a fireplace in the center of the room.

The woman offered me a seat by the fire, and she gave me a cup of tea.

I drank the tea, and I felt my body relax.

I was still scared, but I was also starting to feel a little bit better.

“So,” I said. “What do I do now?”

The woman looked at me.

“You must find your own path,” she said. “But I can give you a little help.”

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a small, wooden box.

She opened the box, and inside was a small, silver compass.

“This compass will guide you,” she said. “But you must trust it.”

I took the compass, and I looked at it.

It was beautiful, and it felt warm in my hand.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You are welcome,” she said. “Now, you must go. Your journey awaits.”

I stood up, and I walked to the door.

I turned back to the woman, and I smiled.

“Goodbye,” I said.

“Goodbye,” she said. “And good luck.”

I walked out of the cottage, and I stepped back into the forest.

I looked at the compass, and it was pointing in a direction.

I took a deep breath, and I started to walk.

I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew that I had to keep moving.

I had to find my way back home.

Well, he certainly acted all mature and sophisticated, but in reality, he’s the cowardly cunt of a count who put on a fountain show and then scurried away.

As a witch and a spirit, she’s cleaner than any genitals, but to open and display her shamefully embarrassed hole with her own hands would go against her delicate sensibilities.

But I already know what kind of favor works on her.

Siwoo reached under the Count’s leg.

Beneath the seaweed-like, soaking wet, and limp pubic hair, was the Count’s ‘I’ll grant any wish’ switch.

-Press!

“I’m counting on you.”
“Heukit…!”

When I gently pinched the pink pearl, it responded immediately.

The count’s back, which had been slumped, arched like a shrimp, and his cock tightened painfully.

“Count, even if I beg you so desperately, is it still no?”
“S-Siwoo… there… if you do that… it’s not… allowed! Absolutely…!”
“Really not?”

“Waaah! Waaah…! P-pleading… Who pleads like that… You’re…!”

As she twisted and tweaked the Count’s pearl this way and that, the reaction gradually intensified. Unable to withstand the excessively saccharine sweetness of her whining, like melted sugar, the Count was the first to raise the white flag.

“Really, you won’t?”
“I will…! I will…! I’ll grant your request, so…! Stop pinching…!”
“Thank you very much.”
“Hnnng… Hnnng…!”

The Count, quivering both holes simultaneously as he endured the pleasure, reproached Siwoo with a resentful voice.

“Siwoo, you’re really… mean…! Forcing such shameful behavior on a lady….”

A white hand hesitantly rose.
Her entire arm was trembling, but she grabbed her own buttocks and, as if undergoing an inspection, spread them open for Siwoo to see.
Her toes wiggled, seemingly deriving pleasure from that alone, despite her insincere upper lip.
Siwoo generously turned a blind eye to the lie and said,

“Okay, is it… done…?”
“Yes, there’s no need to be so embarrassed. You are just as dignified here, Count.”
“Hngh…. Don’t… tease me….”

The Count’s neck and ears turn as red as they possibly can.
But it wasn’t a lie.
The Count’s flower, with no pigmentation, preserving its original form from birth, was far from impure.

The timid pussy of Count Yesod, the mama, being embarrassed.
It’s so damn hot.

“I-is it done now?”
“No, please keep holding me.”
“Kyaaang…!”

Instead of her buttocks, Siwoo grabbed the Count’s hips as handles.
The Count was firmly fixed, as if caught in a trap.
Observing her exposed state, he thrust his hips powerfully again in a rear-entry examination of her pussy.
Soon, the sensation of climax washed over him.

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

“Haaang…! Haaaah…! Haaah…! No… I don’t like it… this is too… vulgar…! It’s all… all being seen….”

Even while saying that, the Count never let go of his hips.
How could she not be lovable?
To reciprocate her tiptoeing, Siwoo also showed his most diligent spear technique.

It’s not just about doing it strongly.
Like concentrating power with a palm strike.
The key to rear-entry is to overlap pleasure by thrusting into the exact same spot.

“Kkeuek…! Higheuek…! S-Siwoo…!”

When the Count calls Siwoo so urgently.
It’s right before reaching her peak.

“I, I, I think I’m gonna… gonna cum… n-now… Hngh…!”

The Count, almost as if declaring it, departs in a dazzling fashion.

물결치듯 자지를 애무하는 보짓살의 진동과 활짝 폈다 지기를 반복하는 아름다운 뒤태를 보며.
시우는 가장 깊은 곳까지 자지를 박아넣었다.
-Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

“Ah… ah… ah…. It’s… hot…”

It seems I held back a lot.
A relentless barrage of semen, ceaselessly pounding against the entrance of the Count’s baby-making hole.
Just as the Count, his body curling up, released a tremor filled with ecstasy, the planned absorption of magical power began.

“Ah… What… What is this…”

-Shwaaaak!

A tentacle of magical power shot straight into the womb.

Accepting another’s magical power into one’s brand was close to taboo, but the Count was bewildered by the pure and untainted magical power he was experiencing for the first time in his life.

“It’s alright. Please, be at ease.”
“Haaah…!”

-Crack!

At the same time, a wave of magical power swelled up, threatening to shatter the windowpanes.

두 번째로 사정하듯 밀려오는 마력의 분출과 질내사정으로 좁아진 질내와 자궁 안을 두들기고.
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 mischief, and his hands, gnarled and calloused, moved with a surprising dexterity as he tended to his garden.

“You’re here again, are you?” he chuckled, his voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “Always sniffing around like a curious cat.”

I grinned, settling down on the worn wooden bench beside him. “And you’re always here, like an old tree rooted to the spot.”

He let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the small yard. “Well, someone has to keep this place from falling apart, wouldn’t you say?”

The garden was a riot of colors and scents, a small oasis in the middle of the bustling city. Flowers of every hue bloomed in abundance, their petals unfurling in the warm sunlight. The air was thick with the sweet fragrance of herbs and the earthy aroma of damp soil.

“What are you planting today?” I asked, my gaze drifting over the rows of neatly arranged seedlings.

“Ah, these are special,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “These are the seeds of the ‘Moonlight Bloom.’ They only flower under the full moon, and their petals shimmer like stardust.”

I leaned closer, intrigued. “Really? I’ve never heard of them.”

“That’s because they’re rare,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “They say that if you make a wish while holding a Moonlight Bloom under the full moon, it will come true.”

I laughed, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made me wonder if he truly believed it. “You’re full of stories, Grandpa.”

He winked. “And you’re full of curiosity. That’s why we get along so well.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon in comfortable silence, the only sounds the gentle buzzing of bees and the occasional chirp of a bird. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the yard, I stood up to leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Grandpa,” I said, giving him a small wave.

“Don’t be a stranger,” he replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And don’t forget to look at the moon tonight.”

I smiled, a strange feeling of warmth spreading through my chest. As I walked away, I couldn’t help but glance back at the old man, still tending to his garden, his silhouette a familiar and comforting sight against the fading light.

“Hngh…! Hngh, hngh…! Kyaaaaah…!”

The Count, experiencing what must have been his nth orgasm of the night, passed out.