Chapter 265 – For You.
“I’m used to it.”
What are you familiar with? Usher couldn’t understand her words.
“Yeah, because it always has been.”
Even so, Erica smiled as she whispered incomprehensible words. But she couldn’t even hide her mischievous voice, and her breath seemed to be choked by the loneliness that permeated her so deeply. There were more and more questions she wanted to ask, but she couldn’t get them out. The girl’s gray light was already drawing somewhere far away.
“We are your imitations and the sinners who took away your fruits. That’s why we are given a body that cannot even hold a single piece of metal with incomplete memories.”
What immediately came to mind were stories about her witch. To people, the existence of a witch has always been a wicked and unclean existence. That’s why the end of the girls whose identities were revealed was always the same. They are dragged away by those with high status or burned by being crucified. When it comes to stories about witches, it always decorates the end, and the ending that says it’s right.
“We’ll end up caught and do what we didn’t want to do again. That’s our destiny as witches.”
And there was a girl who said it was natural. Because of this, Usher couldn’t control his anger.
“Is it normal for something like that to happen?!”
I couldn’t quite understand what you were talking about, but doesn’t it sound like you’re saying that being a witch itself is wrong? She stopped yelling because she didn’t know who to vent these feelings to, even though she knew it wasn’t her fault.
“Hee hee, are you angry?”
Because of this, even though she would have nothing to say even if she scolded him, Erica looked at him happily.
“I can’t be angry…!”
“Thank you. It’s like Usher. Is it possible that I can’t help but like it?”
And Usher froze at the unexpectedly sweet whisper in her ear. Not only that, but before she knew it, she came over and hugged him, then climbed on top of her. Her little weight of her girl coming against her soft skin on top of herself and her scent tickling her nose, she gently embraced him.
“It’s warm.”
As she lay on top of him and rubbed her face against his chest, the girl’s voice murmured with a hint of weariness.
“As expected, Usher is too much for us.”
“That.”
I wanted to say no. But she didn’t have time to say anything, and her words continued.
“You know Usher? We’re full of flaws.”
Erica leaned against his chest and gently lifted her head to face him in an innocent gray light. However, what exists beneath it is not only sweet affection, but a more sticky and dark obsession.
“I want Usher. I can’t see any other woman. Don’t stay away from me. I’ll do anything. I’d rather lock you up…”
Along with the girl’s whispers mixed with obsession and lust, her small hands tighten and tighten him. That was Erica’s gray color, which could be said to be decidedly different from Belka’s golden color.
“…Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s like this if you relax a little.”
Erica finally swallowed her bitter waters with a few deep breaths, finally quelling those dark, soggy feelings.
“You know. Usher. Can’t we just give up?”
She had regained her light before she knew it, and she was smiling as she said that. Such a sad smile.
“Why are you saying that?”
“Because the more he spends with us, the more he will suffer and the sadder he will be.”
The girl’s gray trembled, but she worried about Usher, and she wished he would give up in a softer, sweeter way. But does she know?
“I don’t think that will work.”
That his answer was pre-determined from the beginning.
“Why?”
“I can’t give up on Belka either.”
How painful and sad he had been after breaking up with Belka in Parz. How many times have I regretted the loss as I continued to search for her empty seat? The feeling of wanting to erase the emptiness and hoping for her death still remained in his heart.
“As you said, there were definitely many painful and sad things.”
How much she cursed herself when she saw or learned the sight of a girl being raped powerlessly by another person.
“Then…”
“But she’s never been as happy as she was with Belka.”
If it was painful and sad anyway, it was something that would come someday just by living. If so, I’d rather be with her. There was nothing that made him more happy and overwhelmed than being with Belka.
“So please, don’t tell me to give up.”
If she overestimated herself, it was the same, and she was even more unwilling to give up. Usher carefully hugged Erica, who was sitting on top of him. Even the feeling of being snugly in her arms and about to break her if you gave her power the wrong way was Belka’s.
“Because if you’re a part of Belka, I can accept it.”
“Sssss, woonya.”
Erica, who had been looking up at him blankly, finally blushed and buried her face in his arms. How long did it take to hug each other like that? By the time I got used to the girl’s warm touch. Usher belatedly released her hand from her embrace as the sweet scent of her suddenly filled her nostrils.
“Eh, Usher?”
Erica looked up, wondering if she felt him loosen her hand. Maybe she fell asleep? A gray light stares at him, seemingly sleepy, with only half of her exposed. As if asking why he loosened his hand, Usher avoided looking at him without being able to face him.
“If you want to sleep, go down and sleep.”
“But holding it feels better.”
Rather, as if she didn’t like her, the act of hugging her tightly, and the soft touch of her body touching her and crushing him, belatedly stimulated him. Eventually, he couldn’t control his swelling.
“Ugh?”
“Ugh, so let’s go down.”
There was no way that the feeling of it swelling could not be conveyed to the girl who was lying on top of him. Then Erica laughed and she lifted herself up on top of him.
“Hee hee, do you want to?”
Usher knew what she was talking about, but she couldn’t say it out loud. But what’s more problematic than that.
“I still can’t believe that you and Belka are one.”
While she was with Erica, she had a vague sense that she was like her Belka, but Usher wasn’t sure. I thought I knew what it felt like, but I couldn’t quite figure out how to explain it. Then the girl looked at him blankly and opened her mouth.
“So Usher, what do you think I would do if I did this with another man?”
“What?”
Usher’s head turned white at the unexpected question.
“We are called witches anyway. Also, we are like a lost fruit to you. Those who want to covet us eventually appear.”
Because our bodies are not entirely ours. Erica continued her words as she faced him with a gloomy gray glow in the light of her lantern.
“Some will seek the fruits of our blood, others will seek to devour us out of sheer lust.”
What comes to mind is the scene of Belka accepting other people’s things and suffering. The golden and gray colors that shed tears in agony overlap.
“For us, being first is so easy to take away. So go Usher…”
The moment Erica thinks that someone else is going through that, she can’t hold back the emotions that boil over. Usher jumped up to face her sitting on top of him.
“Oh, yup!”
Then, as if in surprise, she put her own lips on her girl’s lips, widening her eyes. Her soft, soft texture met, and as she stretched her tongue through the gap, she opened her mouth so that he wouldn’t push away and hurt his tongue.
“Chung, Churup!”
The soft tongues intertwined and the sensation of mixing each other’s saliva was clearly drawn through the sound. As if her tongue wasn’t his, she was so busy groping the girl’s mouth, brushing the roof of her mouth and coveting everywhere under her tongue, that she didn’t know how long she’d been holding her lips together.
“Urban, later.”
“Haha.”
Erica, her face blushing, opened her mouth in a daze as she barely opened her mouth at the sensation of her suffocation, and she looked at him frantically. Her girlish lips were shiny with traces of kisses, and in her small parted mouth, a small pink tongue that stopped as if retracing past sensations was submerged in an unknown transparent fountain.
“Chuuuuu.”
“Yes.”
At the sight, Usher kissed her once more, placing his hand carefully on her girl’s breasts.
“Huh!”
Erica flinched, but she showed no signs of refusing. The touch of her soft, plump breasts, which he could feel even through her clothes, seemed to be addictive, but he was not satisfied with that alone, and he untied her forehead and ran over the girl’s bare skin.
“Ha ha.”
Instead of squeezing her breasts tight, in case Erica would be in pain, she held her breasts as if to wrap them around her and let out a quick breath as she slowly collapsed.
“Ah, hey?!”
The girl let out her cute moan as she slipped the tip of her head between her fingers and pinched it even more excitedly. When she came to her senses, he was already laying down her Erika and making fun of her swollen breasts, revealing pure white skin. But there was something more remarkable about her. Perhaps because he laid her down, the hem of her skirt was not enough to be disheveled, and she was secretly showing the bottom. The white mound of the girl and the small crack in its center were still visible.
Of course, since she wasn’t wearing her underpants, Usher saw that Erica was busy breathing heavily, and bent over her to look at the spot between her legs. The thick yet tightly closed figure was just like Belka. It was strange that even these places resembled each other, but that wasn’t what was important right now. Because a more sinister thought came to my mind.
“Erika?”
“Huh, why?”
Erica answered his call even as she groaned.
“You know, the peach tree fruit we ate earlier.”
“Yes.”
“Can I have one more of that?”
The thin and soft skin like petals, the subtle scent, and the sweet and soft flesh are definitely not worth eating again, so I wanted to eat them again.
“Yeah, but that’s later there…”
“It’s okay. I still have one here.”
“To?”
And now there was one more fruit with the same scent and the same shape. Fruits that ripen red enough to be good to eat, then burst open and spill out juice like sweet honey water. The moment you slowly bite the fruit.
“Higeueu!?”
The girl’s sweet scream echoed through the room.
“Tseu-eup, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tt!”
“Hageuk! Whoogeueuu?!”
As Usher bit the fruit and sucked the juice, Erica trembled and wrapped her legs around his head, screaming. The juice that oozes from the soft fruit was so sweet that I thought I could keep drinking it, but now I wanted to taste the flesh myself.
“Sweep!”
“Hunaat?!”
When I touched the thick petal-like skin with my tongue and opened it, the soft skin of the fruit could not block even the slightest intrusion, revealing the flesh. However, as if the flesh had softened as much as the fruit had softened, just by inserting the sharpened tongue, it seemed to be crushed, and only the sweet water flowed out.
“Heu! Ang! How!!”
As he regretted it, he drank as much sweet water as he could and looked up to find Erica watching him with a watery gray color, breathing heavily.
“Ugh, I’m not a peach. This is what Verdi said was mean.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
She apologized for being a bit harsh, and the girl seemed to glance at him, but then closed her eyes tightly, covering her mouth with the long sleeves of the clothes she was barely wearing.
“Huh, but. Please eat me.”
Upon hearing the request, Usher unknowingly grabbed the object that was standing upright.
“Heguuuuu!!”
Then the fruit swallowed his cock.
