Chapter 460 – The Spring Feast.
“Uh, how is it?”
Seol Shien opened her eyes in a daze in the dark. As if she hadn’t slept well, when she forced her stiff body up against her stiff neck, she realized that she was lying on the sofa, and she hurriedly raised herself up and looked around her house.
“Mr. Usher?”
The only thing that came back from the dark house was the ruthless sound of rain pouring incessantly. Sul Shien got up from her seat and she opened the door to the bathroom.
From her food pantry to her kitchen to her own rooms and unused rooms. Everywhere she looked, there was no sign of Usher, who was supposed to be staying at her own house for a few days.
-Shoot it
As she returned to the center of the living room, standing in a daze, En opened the door when she heard the sound of rain hitting the door.
Click! When the locked door opened with a sound, the rain hit her and hit her body, but she didn’t care and checked her surroundings.
She didn’t even call it a yard, but when she lifted one of the flower pots she had placed in the small space in front of the house, she found it.
An extra key lying on top of the drip tray under the planter.
“…”
Seol-shien looked at it, moved her flower pot back to its original place, staggered shut the front door, returned to her sofa, hugged her knees and squatted.
Her body was wet and damp from the rain, and Mong was shaking, but she didn’t even change her clothes, she just sat there and listened to the sound of rain outside.
Until the moment when the day dimly dawns, without interruption.
“You really are gone.”
The hazy gray sky peeping out the window and the sound of white rain still pouring down and hitting the window. Like the sun that doesn’t stick out its head when morning comes, a knight who has left does not come back.
“What the hell is that witch?”
Sulsien said she still didn’t know anything about Usher. The one who always treated her with her blunt voice but cared for her with great care.
She always hides her face and body with her helmet and armor, so it is difficult to know what she is thinking, but she is the one who gave her trust with her firm appearance.
A paladin would be more arrogant than an aristocrat and no one would say anything about it, but a person who silently goes out to find what he wants without wanting anything more than necessary.
She had been with him on the way to Pasifania, had talked with him countless times, and had confirmed what he was, but she still did not know who he was.
“Why? Why is she a witch?”
I have heard that sometimes there are people who feel goodwill or pity for witches, or treat them without prejudice. But that was an exception to the level I had only heard of in stories.
Who would like a witch who has been cursed by the strongest and most terrible dragon among the monsters in the world and secured their position by using that desperation?
“Why does Mr. Usher have any favors with her witch?”
However, she never imagined that the exception would be the person she fell in love with. What she vaguely thought was someone else’s work became her story.
“Are you saying that witches are precious enough to leave you alone like this?”
Even more unconvinced of her is that Usher stuns her and leaves, simply because she swung her cleaver to exorcise her witch. At least without a chance to hear his circumstances.
-Dang! Big cherry blossom!
Seven bells ringing somewhere. Sulsien realizes that it is time for her to go to the conference, and she mechanically raises herself. It didn’t matter if I didn’t change clothes. She hadn’t changed at all from her scholarly uniform she was wearing yesterday.
-Shoot aaaaa
Upon stepping out of the door, a gray city welcomes Sulxien, where heavy rain hits an umbrella.
“I’m going east!”
“We’ll take you to the station! If you want to join us, get on!”
“I’m going to the hospital!”
Near the sewer that was sucking in the gurgling rainwater, rickshaw men wearing robes came out to the streets early in the morning, shouting so that their voices would not be drowned out by the heavy rain, and gathered in groups of twos and threes to solicit customers.
“Oh, are you a student?”
“Please go to the conference.”
Seol-shien also approached the place like everyone else and handed 5 fairy tales to a rickshaw man who asked questions.
“Huh? No, the price has gone up so much, is this the only thing they give you?”
“Ah.”
Seol-shien recalled that prices had risen and let out a panicked voice. The rickshaw man took a peek at her and spoke.
“Ah! It feels good! It looks like something bad has happened, but just ride!”
“Wait a minute. I can pay…”
“If it’s just riding, get on! Instead, if another student comes, let’s join them.”
Pushed by the rickshaw man’s urging, Seol Shien eventually folded her umbrella and got on the rickshaw. Usually, rickshaw drivers paid a price for each person, so if the destinations of the customers were similar or the same, they would have them sit together.
She was listening to the sound of rain hitting the screen of her rickshaw in a daze, confirming that there were a few people waiting for her to join her even among the rickshaw drivers touting customers around her.
“Are you going to the conference?”
“Yeah, let’s get on.”
Then, when I turned my eyes at the sound I heard, I saw a rickshaw man and a student in a school uniform through a transparent screen installed like a window in the screen.
“Oh, excuse me.”
“We’re leaving!”
Soon after, the student who opened the tent and came in was a male student who looked so skinny that her clothes looked baggy. Sulsien replaced her greeting with a nod of her head and looked out of her rickshaw again.
– Dududuk!
As the rickshaw drove through the rain, the sound of the rain hitting the opaque tent that prevented rain from entering the screen and seats changed. It was when the rickshaw was moving along for some time.
“That, I’m seeing you for the first time today… Can you tell me how many gisaeng they are?”
Could it be because the rickshaws were slightly isolated with screens and tents? He asked her, fumbling with her slightly flushed face.
“I’m a student of the 282nd class.”
“… If you’re a 282nd geisha, did he finish his education before?”
“There’s a situation.”
“That’s right.”
Seol Shien gave him a rough answer and looked outside again and leaned against the screen. I ignored the sound of his breathing that was exceptionally loud, probably because it was a half-closed space with a screen and a tent.
I’m still depressed and embarrassed, but I didn’t want to worry about other people. How long have you been waiting for that?
“Yeah…”
“Im here!”
He seemed to want to say something more, but was interrupted by the voice of the rickshaw man outside. Hearing that Shien had arrived, he opened the tent.
“Take care.”
“Yes.”
Arriving at the conference, as she folded and robbed her umbrella, she suddenly saw the male student sitting next to her.
“Is there anything to see?”
“Yes, yes?! Oh, yes. Just opening an umbrella.”
“Is that so.”
Despite that, I wasn’t shaking my umbrella, but I thought I would and went to Martina’s private room. She had left her thesis there.
‘Do I have to see that situation today too?’
Sulsien almost instinctively came back to the fact that he had forgotten about joining the society. Recalling the image of Yura who warned her yesterday, her heart was even more heavy, but she couldn’t help it.
“You’re here.”
When she went to the dean’s office with her thesis, her dean greeted her with a grin, but she couldn’t bear to speak.
‘Am I really insane?’
As soon as she entered the dean’s office, the sight that caught her eye was shocking enough to blow her depressed mind in an instant.
“Eup! Yep! Oops!”
At the dean’s feet, next to her table, Yura was gagged with an eye patch covering her eyes, wearing only her underwear, and her hands and feet intricately bound with black leather cords.
Not only that, but her underwear was holding down the outline of something in the form of a round column, just like Yura showed it to Sulcien yesterday.
“Now, would you like to read the thesis?”
Widely! The dean lightly kicked it with his shoe, showing off its shape over her underwear.
“Umueuuuuu!!”
Tsubong! Tsuguk! It was kicked by the dean, and it dug further into her underwear with a sticky sound as the liquid that flowed between her legs. Because of this, Yura took it deep into her pussy, and Yura’s waist bent upward.
“Ahmuh!”
Her leash bound her whole body, unable to move freely, though she squirmed on her floor and seemed to have finally calmed down.
“Oh, to be tired of it. You don’t know how many times our Yura intends to dirty the dean’s office.”
Yura’s body stopped shaking, and at the same time, the already wet pink underwear turned yellow and became wet, creating a clear yellow puddle between her legs.
“Oops! Oops!”
Tak-tak! The dean just laughed and tapped the dildo stuck in Yura’s cunt with his shoe, and when Yura was in a vicious cycle of shaking her back, N had no choice but to stand there, forgetting to even read her thesis.
‘What should I do…’
