Chapter 14 – An Old Tradition.
As I sat in the alleyway with the girl, I heard someone moaning. You can tell where the moan is coming from without seeing it. If you go into this alley a little further, you will be able to see a scene full of madness where people get entangled with each other.
“Haha!”
Even though I didn’t look directly into it, the moan I heard reminded me of the sight I saw yesterday. Even though I thought it was disgusting, I couldn’t help but feel like I wanted to do it. He had to get out of the alley, but there were still a lot of people, and his ears focused on that sound even though he didn’t want it, so even though it wasn’t very loud, he heard it loud. I don’t know what he was burning, but the smoke that filled the place leaked out into this alley and irritated his nose. The smell of the smoke seemed awful, but it smelled good.
The more I smelled the smoke, the stronger the strange feeling. His head was dizzy, but he liked the feeling of being hazy. He thought he shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t stop his nose from inhaling smoke. He continued to inhale the smoke, feeling helpless as the crowd still blocked the road. After a while, the world seemed blurry, yet clear, and the moaning of the people grew louder and seemed to be ringing in his ears. It was only then that he realized that the smoke was strange and tried to get up.
But he failed and fell to his floor. The world seemed too far away, but he seemed too close, so I couldn’t control my body. The wall of the alley was right in front of me, so when I leaned against it and reached out, I couldn’t reach it, and I was dizzy, so even walking forward was a struggle. Even so, his mood was exhilarated and he seldom thought of subsiding. This sensation, which he experiences for the first time in his life, is terrifying. Even in the feeling of being lost, not knowing what I’m doing, the only thing that’s certain is that I have to get out of this alley.
“Belka, let’s go.”
Fortunately, even in the midst of that, the girl came to mind. Feeling his outstretched hand grabbing him, Usher walked away, obsessed with the idea of making his way through the alley blindly, not knowing where to go. It seemed that he bumped into people passing by or kicked things along the way, but he had no time to care. He wandered around and found himself outside the village, and only then did the clear air that seeped into his heart return to his obscured mind a little.
“What, what the hell?”
My stomach was disgusted with the strange dizziness that still lingered. He had a vague feeling that it wasn’t like fumes, but he didn’t know it would make him feel this way. Usher instinctively sensed that it was dangerous to stay like this. His condition from inhaling the fumes was clearly dangerous. It was difficult to control his body properly, so if someone quarreled with him, it was obviously impossible to fight, and it was difficult to even think simple things, so he seemed to have become a fool. The fact that this state feels good makes it even worse.
It’s strange, but it’s a bizarre feeling that can only be said like that. Finding a familiar path in the jagged and shrinking scene, he led the girl to his house. Home just arrived. The feeling was still haunting him. He was bothered by everything and he didn’t want to do anything. It was when he forgot to even take off his clothes and mask and was lying in the room staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, someone climbed up from underneath him. I rolled my eyes at him and looked down to see a girl like him without taking off her mask and clothes.
It’s annoying to move, so if you just watch, wouldn’t you put your hand on his pants and take off his pants? Realizing her intentions from her appearance, he had no time to think it was strange. From that moment on, he couldn’t contain his already swelling appetite. His stuff, which had slipped out of his pants like that, was holding its head up as if it were proud of it. Even when she saw such an object, she casually lifted her mask slightly to reveal her lips. And, of course, that gaping mouth swallowed his cock.
“Chuck! Chuck, chuup!”
“Huh! Ha ha!”
The feeling of the girl’s mouth on his cock felt so good. She delicately bit, sucked, and licked his cock, as if his was really delicious. The delicate and ecstatic sensation, to the extent that even a hint of affection was felt, was felt louder and clearer than usual, and his mind was pickled with pleasure. Soon after, he vomited out his emotions without any patience. And a girl who swallows semen as if it were natural. At that moment, he was already up and running towards the girl. It was like an impatient animal.
It was her fault for swallowing her heart. His dick is still swollen, even though she once fed her with her semen. He didn’t have to put up with that urge. He pushed the naughty girl on top of her and put his phallus on her private parts. The sticky yet hot feeling of her pussy. Her cunt was already drooling and begging for his cock. Then it was obvious what to do. Shouldn’t you put it in if you want?
“Ah!”
With the feel of the warm flesh brushing her cock, she lets out her moan of pleasure. A lewd voice full of pleasure, like the moaning of women heard at a village festival. The sound made his cock swell even louder in her cunt. Jingling his phallus digging deeper and deeper into her cunt made a squishy sound and a slapping sound as his and her flesh-drenched flesh collided. An act solely for pleasure and pleasure, not feeling the complex and subtle affection that I felt when I was in a relationship with a girl.
It was an act of excretion in order to confide my seed to the person who had inserted my object without even the slightest consideration. He squeezed her breasts and twisted them wildly, kneading her randomly. Like a dog in heat, she shook her waist, scratched her skin, and behaved violently, but it was all blurry and she forgot what she had done. It just felt so good that he kept clinging to this sensation and poking her hole again and again.
“Yes! Huang!”
Her moaning sounded like it was coming from far away. She felt like she was in a dream where she didn’t even know what she was doing. Then, reflexively at the feeling of ejaculation, I stopped and thrust my cock deep into her cunt. And the semen that flowed in and out. I knew what it meant, but even that was a by-product of pleasure. More pleasure More pleasure was needed. I really liked the world where everything was blurry but clear.
Even after releasing the product of pleasure into the hole, his stuff never cooled down. I fear that if I stop this act like this, I will be banished from this sense. I am afraid that I will be thrown into the reality where more fearful facts lurk. I still stick things that are still intact into the hole. I shook my waist and spat out semen as it was supposed to. Even if you are tired, if the object shrinks, wait until it is inflated and inflate again, repeat the action. Forgetting both about the other person and about himself, he became a creature that only planted seeds and planted seeds in the woman’s body.
“Hah! Aang!”
Even the other party groaned as if they were delighted with the act, so there was no way they could stop it. In that way, until he lost consciousness, he indulged in lust and used the body of a woman. When he woke up again, the first thing that caught his eye was the familiar wooden ceiling. And Usher covered his eyes with his hands, startled by the dimly recalling events of yesterday.
‘Ruined! Why did you do that yesterday!’
It was painful to recall the actions I had taken without realizing it. If I ate something wrong yesterday, did I mean to be violent and torturing a tender girl who had no place to hurt? He was embarrassed to look at Belka’s face because his behavior was absurd and shameful. Still, he couldn’t stay like this, so he apologized and decided to treat the girl’s wounds. When he opened her eyes and raised her body. He was frozen, unable to move. Because under the girl’s disheveled mask and veil, the face and black hair of a local idiot could be seen.
“Saejae saek.”
Next to him was not a girl with beautiful flower-red hair, but a girl called an idiot. She couldn’t understand There was no way she could understand. She reached out her trembling hand to the girl’s mask, hoping that she already knew it, but she was mistaken. The mask was clearly engraved with the mark he and Belka had made yesterday. No matter how similarly they copied it, there was a feeling of incongruity, a sign that made the village idiot mistaken for a girl. Why? At this time, the words of the man I met yesterday came to mind.
‘Sometimes there are. Humans whose taste is a woman who owns them.’
Boiling emotions swirled in his head.
“What.”
The fool who had been sleeping next to him had already been awakened by him. She doesn’t say anything even though she notices his angry words.
“What are you!”
She was half-naked because she couldn’t even straighten her disheveled clothes, but she didn’t mind looking directly at it. No, she was even more incensed by the clear traces of desire that remained on her bare skin, telling her that it was she, not her Belka, who had sex with him last night. Even a handful of sexual desire that remained insignificant was burned away by the heat.
“Why are you here and not Belka! Where is Belka!?”
It was the first clear anger I felt in my life. He asked again and again, but the fool kept his mouth shut and said nothing. He screamed in frustration at such an idiot’s behavior.
“Say something!”
“…”
But she didn’t say anything to his words and shut her mouth. Like I have no intention of saying anything. Feeling even a little dizzy from the hot fire rising to the tip of his head, he thought this was not the time. After all, fools are just fools. He breathed in to think more calmly, clearing the heat that had built up in his head, then came up. The image of Mac who came to see him yesterday and told him to show him the mask.
“Did Mac do it?”
The fool trembled at the words he spat out as he came to mind. It was almost like saying he was right. Come to think of it, this idiot was calling Mack Daddy. The Fool, according to his words, there is no man in this town who has not done it at least once. He wanted to vomit that he was included in one of them, but he didn’t even have time to do so, so he turned away from her. He should have been suspicious since Mac came to see him yesterday.
“Excuse me.”
Then the fool opened her mouth for the first time in her life, but Usher didn’t look back at her. He had to find Belka as soon as possible. He mistook the idiot for a girl and was obsessed with what the girl might have become while he was doing it, and he thought that he might have already suffered something bad, but he tried to ignore it and ran out of the house in search of Belka. Leave the fool alone The first place I visited was, of course, Mack’s house. No matter how far his house is from the village, it is the same village after all.
He was an adult he had been friendly with until a recent incident, so there was no way Usher didn’t know his house. It was difficult to breathe because he was full of breath from running a long distance without rest, but he couldn’t catch his breath and knocked on the door of his house. It may have been obvious, but no matter how much he knocked on the door, nothing came out. Now that this has happened, he thinks that he must enter by force, and when he pulls the door, the door opens like a lie. At that, Usher went straight into the house, frowning.
I knew it wasn’t very nice to break into someone’s house, but now wasn’t the time to be daring. There was no one in Mac’s house when he entered. It’s not a big house anyway, so I looked around the living room, master bedroom, storage room, and bathroom, but I can’t see the girl and Mac anywhere. If so, where did you go? In a fit of rage, he threw away items he remembered as Mack’s prized possessions, throwing the house into a mess. I know it’s a waste of time, but I can’t control my anger.
“You man! What’s going on in the morning, why are you so loud?!”
Then he opened the window of the house next door and a man jumped out and shouted. The structure of the villager’s house and his house are completely different. In his house, you have to open the gate to enter your own house, while the villager’s house is built in a big way, and when you open the door, the corridor and the room come out. Besides, since it was huddled with other houses, you could hear him throwing things and making a mess of the house. Normally, as an adult, he couldn’t do anything because he was so hardened by his shouts, but now he was blind and unable to see anything.
“Where’s Mac!!”
“Keek?!”
He immediately opened the window, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled himself out. It seems that he did not know that Usher would suddenly jump out and grab him by the collar. Perhaps he was still intoxicated by the smoke of yesterday, his eyes were unfocused and he couldn’t speak properly as he looked bewildered at his actions.
“Where’s Mac!?”
“Mo, I don’t know! I just woke up too!”
At those words, Usher let him go. It wasn’t a very high place, but as much as he was grabbed by the collar and forcibly dragged out, the man couldn’t keep his balance and fell down the window as soon as he let go of the collar.
“Oh! It’s the waist.”
He left the man behind and went all over town looking for Mac and the girl. However, no matter where I looked, I couldn’t see the girl’s red color, or even the size of that huge Mac. Even though there was no place I hadn’t looked for in every corner of town.
“Where the hell are you?”
When Usher returned home exhausted from wandering around looking for a girl and Mac all day, the sun was already stained with an eerie color like blood. Then he realized that he hadn’t looked out of town yet, and his eyes turned to the back of the house. It was his first time going out to town at a time like this, but when he immediately squeezed himself into the back of the house. Someone grabbed his arm
“And why?”
It was a fool to hold him. Why are you holding on? No matter how involuntarily, she glared annoyed at her for not going back after such a thing had happened. Then the idiot said as if he was not confident, but muttered even though he lowered his head.
“Don’t go.”
It wasn’t even worth hearing. He threw away her arms that were holding him and climbed up the hidden hole. Eventually, when he arrived at the zelkova tree he always met with the girl. The zelkova tree there was no longer the one he knew. Where did the many branches that held up the sky go? The red sky fell to the ground, and the leaves turned to blood and covered the ground powerlessly. In the meantime, scattered zelkova flowers were dying helplessly.
While only the scarce stump of a zelkova tree gruesomely claims to have been here. The sight of the wooden blocks collected by the villagers piled up one after another gave off a sense of discomfort. It was something I had already expected, but seeing it in person like this really shocked me. But that’s for a while. He shouted.
“Belka! Belka! Where are you?!”
Usher wished the girl well. He shouted and shouted as he ran through the woods in search of Belka, hoping that if he could hear him, he would answer for help.
“Bell…!?”
What came back was not the girl’s answer, but a dull shock. The shock caused Usher’s body to lose strength, and he was soon deprived of all senses by the darkness. The assailant who mercilessly struck him on the head, who had no defenses, had his back to the sunset and could only see his shadow because of the backlight. Muttered in satisfaction.
“As long as I have this guy, that witch will listen to me obediently.”
Saying that, he threw the lumber he had used to beat Usher down on the floor as if throwing it away, and wrapped it around him as if carrying a load. Even after hitting a person and knocking him out, he seems to have no guilt at all, even humming his song, rather, he seemed to be full of joy. While looking around, he soon found an ax deeply embedded in the trunk of a tree, so he stepped towards it and pulled out the ax. And when he uncovers the grass that was covering the place, what appears is a certain path.
There was a road the woodcutter had paved beforehand to bring the zelkova tree back and forth to the village because the size of the zelkova tree was too large to carry at once. As if he had memorized the entire path, he strides down the rough forest road and wildly swings the ax he is holding in one hand to chop down the trees beside the road. There would be nothing more meaningless than re-marking a mark where it has already been marked, but he strikes the ax several times on the tree. A few fireflies, which were startled and ran away, lost their light after being caught in the caress of the axe.
It would have been nice if the darkness that fell over the forest had caught this violent invader even a little bit, but he looks happy as if he has already reached his destination. He arrived at the cabin that Usher had looked inside with the village children. Contrary to the fear of even approaching the children who trembled at the story of a monster, he opened the cabin door without hesitation and entered. Inside the hut was a girl lying helpless on the floor, tied tightly to a rope.
“Oops.”
With her flower-red hair scattered on the floor, barely breathing softly at the sound of an open door, she was Belka, the girl Usher had been searching for so desperately.
