City ​​of Witches 390

Chapter 390 – #84_The Last Supper

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1.
Looking at the Count, who had turned as red as a wild strawberry, made me feel angry.
Especially my dick.

The situation was still tangled, not clearly resolved.
I hadn’t even conveyed Diana’s concerns to her mother, Countess Yesod.
Before that, I was still debating whether to convey them at all.

But now, Countess Yesod was right in front of me.

The elegant and dignified Countess Lucy Yesod.
For some reason, she had an atmosphere that stimulated a sense of depravity, and her seduction skills were masterful.
But the gap between that and her being completely defenseless when stripped and put on the bed was enough to excite any man.

And now, not only that, but the elegant Countess was actually a pervert who enjoyed such extreme play?
How was I supposed to resist?

Plus, there was another turn-on point for today.

Tonight, instead of a lesson, I was planning to confirm her magic replication ability through sex.
As a 22nd-level Countess Yesod, she would likely be able to more clearly identify the cause of this phenomenon.
In other words, another secret rendezvous was promised under the guise of magical research.

However, the Countess kept her mouth shut and continued the lesson on the barrier as if she knew nothing about it.
Her attempt to ignore the obviously embarrassing situation in front of her was just adorable.

“The lesson… will end here.”
“Yes, Countess. You’ve worked hard.”

Still, commendably, the Countess didn’t run away and finished the lesson, glancing at Siwoo.
She seemed to be hesitating a lot about whether to speak, so I opened the door for her.

“What’s wrong?”
“Siwoo, I don’t know how you found out about that book… but I’m not that kind of woman.”
“That kind of woman?”

I deliberately played dumb, and the Countess pouted her lips.
She rebuked Siwoo as if she was resentful.

“Siwoo… you’re being mischievous.”
“Didn’t you tease me enough yesterday?”
“Wasn’t that all paid back yesterday? And that… I just wrote it as it came to mind. It definitely doesn’t reflect my tastes!”

The Countess’s vehement protest wasn’t very convincing.
Because…

“But… you seemed to like being spanked, and you also seemed to like being embarrassed.”
“Siwoo! Stop! Don’t keep teasing me…! And how did you even find those books…”

I thought the Countess might hide in a mouse hole if I teased her any more, so I agreed with her.

“You don’t have to be so embarrassed. I’ve become interested too.”
“…I won’t fall for any leading questions.”

The Countess turned her head away from Siwoo, looking sulky.

“Countess, by the way, weren’t we supposed to do research today?”
“…I’m busy today…”
“You helped with the Red Branch research because I became Diana’s tutor, right?”
“Why are you bringing that up all of a sudden?”

“I also have something I want in return for helping with your research, Count.”

The Count looked at Siwoo, startled.
Siwoo whispered into the Count’s ear.

“Absolutely not! Seriously, that’s not my thing!”

The Count immediately jumped up.

“It’s my preference. If you cooperate, I think it will be helpful for the research.”

Siwoo casually threw him a lifeline, and after much deliberation, the Count reluctantly nodded.

2.
Siwoo sat on the sofa.
The Count lay sprawled across his lap, his bottom facing the sky.

It was, to put it simply, the posture a child takes when they’re about to get their bottom spanked by their parents.

Why hide it?

What Siwoo was about to do was to give the Count a good spanking.
Regardless of Diana’s request to seduce the Count, he was already trying to figure out the cause of the magic power recharge through release.
And now that he knew the Count’s fetish, he was planning to use it to his advantage.

“It seems like you become a different person once the sun goes down, Siwoo.”

The Count grumbled, throwing out a reproach, but his bright red ears showed that he was extremely embarrassed by the situation.
At the same time, his slightly trembling voice indicated that his switch had already been flipped.

“It seems like you’re more excited now than when you were taking off your clothes, Count?”
“Excited? Who? Me?”
“Yes, your ears are red… I can tell just by your voice.”
“…Siwoo, if you tease me any more, I’m going to stop.”

“I’m sorry. First, is this okay?”
“Kyaa!”

Without even asking for permission, I took out a ribbon.
Tying her wrists and feet to the sofa legs, the Count looked noticeably flustered.
The Count wriggled, but it would be impossible to break free from this binding without using magic.

“T-this far?”
“If we’re going to do it, we should do it properly.”
“…Okay.”

I guess she really wanted to do this.

I was the one who suggested it first, but I was secretly surprised.
To be honest, this posture and the play that was about to unfold were acts that would cause a strong sense of rejection for a grown adult.

Would a grown adult really want to be on their knees, spanked on the bottom like an elementary school student?

But the Count showed far less resistance than expected.

This grumbling must be the minimum authority he wants to display as a Count.
If I let him go, it was obvious he would sigh in disappointment.

“I’ll walk.”

I grabbed the hem of the Count’s dress and flipped it up to his waist.

하늘로 둥글게 솟은 부드러운 엉덩이와 그 사이를 파고 들어간 천 조각의 음란한 조화.
엉덩이골 사이에 손가락을 넣어 팬티도 허벅지까지 내린다.
“……”

The count’s breathing grew rough, and a slight gooseflesh was visible on his smooth skin.
Certainly, the buttocks in a lying position and the buttocks in a doggy-style position are distinctly different.
Unfortunately, the plumpness of his lifted buttocks has risen a bit more, properly concealing his anus.

Instead, the Count’s plump, bitten-all-over pussy flesh is slightly visible between her thighs.

After fully exposing her buttocks, she steadfastly looks straight ahead, not once turning back.
Neither Siwoo nor Lucy said a word.
In a state of hair-trigger excitement, Siwoo’s hand is swung.

-Smack!
“Hnn…!”
“Wow….”

White buttocks, jiggling like pudding, boasting their softness.
A cushioning sensation, far more stable than any pussy suspension, wraps thickly around his palm.
It felt much better than when he had spanked her buttocks while they were raised to the sky before.

“How is it?”
“Ah… it hurts… and I’m embarrassed… Kyaa!”

-Smack!

This time, his palm struck the other side.
It was only two hits.
And Siwoo witnessed an unbelievable sight.
The Count’s clam, which had been tightly shut, twitched and then leaked a stream of clear honey.

-Smack! Smack!
“Hng… Hnnn…!”

As he repeatedly struck her buttocks, the Count’s body trembled.
With each hit, the gap in her tightly pressed petals could be seen becoming increasingly wet.

-Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Regardless of the visual stimulation, the situation itself was incredibly arousing.
That Yesod Count was allowing her buttocks to be spanked as if she were being punished, and in the process, she was getting wet without any sexual stimulation.

“S-Siwoo… Just a moment… Just a moment, please… It hurts too much… And I want to stop… It’s too… This is just too much…”

It didn’t even feel like five minutes had passed since they started, but the Countess was panting with a pitiful voice.
The trembling vibrations of her body were unusual.
This was the sight she showed before she left.

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 20 years.

“Did I fall asleep?”

I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. I felt a bit dizzy, like I’d been hit on the head.

“No, that’s not it.”

I knew I hadn’t fallen asleep. I had clearly died. I was certain of it.

I had been walking home from work, as usual, when a truck suddenly jumped the curb and slammed into me. I remember the impact, the searing pain, and then… darkness.

So, how was I here?

I sat up in bed, my head still spinning. I looked around the room. Everything was exactly as I remembered it. My desk, cluttered with books and papers, the old computer, the half-finished model kit on the shelf.

It was all so familiar, yet it felt strange. Like I was looking at a photograph of my past.

I got out of bed and walked to the mirror. I stared at my reflection. It was me, but… different. I looked younger, healthier. My skin was clear, and my eyes were bright.

“What the hell is going on?”

I muttered, touching my face. It felt real. I pinched my cheek, and it hurt.

I walked over to my desk and picked up my phone. I checked the date.

“2010?”

My eyes widened. It was the year I graduated high school. The year I was 19 years old.

“This can’t be happening.”

I dropped the phone on the desk. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Was this a dream? Or had I somehow traveled back in time?

I didn’t know, but one thing was clear. I was back in the past.

I sat down on my bed, trying to process everything. I had died, and now I was back in my old room, 10 years younger.

It was unbelievable, but it was happening.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had to think rationally.

If I was really back in the past, then I had a chance to change things. I could avoid the mistakes I made, and maybe even live a better life.

But first, I needed to figure out how this happened. And what I should do next.

I looked around the room again, trying to find any clues. But there was nothing. It was just my old room, exactly as I remembered it.

I stood up and walked to the window. I looked out at the street. It was the same street I had always lived on. The same houses, the same trees.

Everything was the same, but I was different. I was a man who had lived through 10 more years, and now I was back in the body of my 19-year-old self.

I had no idea what was going on, but I knew one thing. I wasn’t going to waste this chance.

I was going to live my life again, and this time, I was going to do it right.

Wow.

This person is the ‘real deal.’

엉덩이를 까고 벌겋게 피부가 달아오를 때까지 맞는 것만으로 가버리는 진짜 변태인 것이다.
Her utterly lewd reaction was enough to shatter the brakes.

“My Lord, do you think you’ll go just from a few spanks on the bottom?”
“Wh-who…! There’s no way that would happen…!”

“You’re such a pervert.”
“No, I’m not!”

-Slap!

“Ah…hng…! I, I was talking…! Siwoo!”

The Count’s panting coincided with the writhing of his waist from side to side. Watching the bright red handprints begin to appear on his buttocks, Siwoo repeatedly spanked him. What man could put the Count on his thigh like this and administer punishment? Is this what success looks like?

-Whoosh!

His palm, raised with increasing excitement.

-Slap!

With the utmost stickiness, it burrowed into the soft flesh of his buttocks.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…! Haaah…! Haah…! Heuh…! Ugh…!”

And at the same time, the Count’s eyes rolled back, revealing the whites, and his back arched in a pitiful curve.
The Count’s body, including his buttocks, trembled deliciously like pudding, and Siwoo’s thighs became damp.

“Haa… haa….”

Siwoo glanced at Count Yesod and saw him looking up with a shocked expression.
His eyes seemed to say, ‘Did I really just come from that?’
And that expression was soon replaced by a look of bewilderment and embarrassment.

“S-Siwoo… it’s a misunderstanding…. Really, I was just in too much pain….”
“Count.”

Siwoo’s calmly lowered voice pierced his ears, and the Count flinched, his shoulders trembling.

“What did you promise to say when you left?”
“I-I didn’t do it… I swear…! Hicc…!”

I was born in a small, rural village.

My family was poor, and I was the youngest of five children. My parents were farmers, and they worked hard every day to make ends meet. I grew up helping them in the fields, and I learned the value of hard work at a young age.

I was a quiet child, and I spent most of my time reading books. I loved to learn, and I was always curious about the world around me. I was a good student, and I excelled in all of my classes.

When I was twelve years old, my parents decided to send me to the city to attend high school. It was a difficult decision for them, but they knew that it was the best way for me to get a good education.

I was excited to go to the city, but I was also scared. I had never been away from my family before, and I didn’t know anyone in the city.

I moved into a small apartment with a few other students, and I started attending high school. It was a big change for me, but I quickly adjusted to my new life.

I continued to excel in my studies, and I made a lot of new friends. I also started to explore the city, and I discovered that there was a whole world out there that I had never known about.

I was fascinated by the city, and I spent hours walking around, exploring its different neighborhoods. I loved the energy of the city, and I felt like I could do anything there.

I knew that I wanted to make a difference in the world, and I decided to go to college to study engineering. I was accepted into a top university, and I was excited to start my new journey.

College was challenging, but I worked hard and I graduated with honors. I got a job at a large engineering firm, and I started my career.

I was good at my job, and I quickly rose through the ranks. I was given more responsibility, and I was able to work on some very exciting projects.

I was happy with my career, but I still felt like something was missing. I wanted to do something more meaningful, something that would make a real difference in the world.

I decided to start my own company, and I developed a new technology that could help people in developing countries. It was a risky move, but I believed in my technology, and I knew that it could make a difference.

My company was successful, and I was able to help millions of people around the world. I was finally doing something that I was passionate about, and I felt like I was making a real difference.

I am now a successful entrepreneur, and I am still working to make the world a better place. I am grateful for all of the opportunities that I have been given, and I am excited to see what the future holds.

시우는 중지 하나를 백작의 꼭 다 물린 보짓살 사이에 쑤셔 넣었다.
It was a rather violent insertion, so much so that the expression “literally crammed in” seemed fitting.

“Haa…. Ugh….”

My inner flesh was wet and sticky, as if an entire bottle of lube had been squeezed out.

막 가벼운 오르가즘에 도달했던 백작의 보짓살은 더없이 뜨겁게 손가락에 얽혀들었다.
The world was a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

I was born into a family of actors. My father, a renowned stage actor, and my mother, a former musical star, were both veterans of the theater. From the moment I opened my eyes, the smell of greasepaint and the sound of applause were as familiar to me as the air I breathed.

My childhood was a whirlwind of rehearsals, performances, and backstage antics. I grew up surrounded by the vibrant energy of the theater, and I learned to love it with all my heart. I knew every nook and cranny of the theater, from the dusty prop room to the grand stage. I could recite lines from countless plays, and I could mimic the mannerisms of all the actors I had ever seen.

My parents had always encouraged me to follow in their footsteps, but I had never felt any particular desire to become an actor myself. I was content to be a spectator, a silent observer of the drama that unfolded before me. I was fascinated by the way actors could transform themselves into different characters, and I was intrigued by the power of storytelling.

But one day, everything changed.

I was ten years old when my father was cast in the lead role of a new play. It was a challenging role, one that required him to delve into the depths of human emotion. He spent weeks preparing for the role, and I watched him with a mixture of awe and concern.

On opening night, I sat in the audience with my mother, my heart pounding in my chest. The lights dimmed, the curtain rose, and my father stepped onto the stage. He was no longer my father; he was the character he was playing. He moved with a grace and power that I had never seen before, and his voice resonated with a depth of emotion that moved me to tears.

I watched him, mesmerized, as he brought the character to life. I felt every joy, every sorrow, every triumph, and every defeat that the character experienced. It was as if I was living the story alongside him.

When the play ended, the audience erupted into thunderous applause. I stood up and clapped along with everyone else, my eyes filled with tears. I had never felt anything like it before. It was as if I had been transported to another world, and I had returned a changed person.

That night, I realized that I wanted to be an actor. I wanted to experience the same magic that my father had created on stage. I wanted to tell stories that would move people and make them feel alive.

I told my parents about my decision, and they were overjoyed. They immediately began to train me, teaching me everything they knew about acting. I learned how to project my voice, how to move my body, and how to express my emotions. I practiced for hours every day, and I never tired of it.

I was a natural. I had a gift for acting, and I knew it. I could transform myself into any character, and I could make people believe that I was that character. I was a chameleon, able to adapt to any role.

My parents were proud of me, and they encouraged me to pursue my dream. They knew that I had the potential to be a great actor, and they did everything they could to help me achieve my goals.

I spent the next few years honing my craft, performing in school plays and local theater productions. I was always the star of the show, and I loved every minute of it. I was living my dream, and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

But I knew that I wanted more. I wanted to perform on the biggest stages in the world, and I wanted to reach the widest possible audience. I wanted to make a name for myself, and I wanted to leave my mark on the world.

I knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but I was determined to succeed. I was willing to work hard, and I was willing to make sacrifices. I was ready to face any challenge that came my way.

I was born to be an actor, and I was going to make sure that the world knew it.

“The feeling inside is exactly the same as when I just went in?”

A face redder than his rear.
The Count expressed his shame at being hit right on the mark by twitching his fingers as if he were about to cut them off.

This is really….

As a man, I can’t stop.

It’s a reaction that’s no different from screaming at the top of your lungs to be fucked roughly right in front of you.

By the way, isn’t the Count’s corruption happening a bit too fast?

“Because the Count just went and shat without a word, my pants are a mess.”

A slightly sadistic, excited voice.
It was a kind of turning point.

Perhaps Count Yesod’s imagination had already fully envisioned what Siwoo wanted and what would happen if she agreed here.

Her choice based on that was….

“I’m…sorry….”

It was the okay sign.

“J-just to say it again… it’s absolutely not my taste! It’s just… I, I did get Siwoo’s pants dirty… and since Siwoo is interested, I’m trying it too.”
“……”
“…Do you understand?”

It was a bit of an unnecessary addition, though.