Chapter 102 – #23_The Price Of Loss (1)
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1.
Two days had passed since Siwoo regained consciousness.
Given the sudden turn of events, it was necessary to calmly observe his progress before proceeding with treatment.
Therefore, Yebin stayed in the same room with him, observing his actions.
Basically, Siwoo would sit still on the bed.
Then, as if struck by an idea, he would suddenly jump up, look into the air, and wave his hands.
It was a motion as if he were writing something on a blackboard, but Yebin didn’t know exactly what it meant.
She had heard from Amelia that he had voluntarily tried to speak and engage in conversation, but while with Yebin, he hadn’t uttered a single word.
It was as if he were an autistic child trapped in his own world?
There was almost no interaction with the outside world.
The only times he seemed to notice anything else was when Yebin’s figure occasionally caught his eye.
Normally, he would let her pass by like scenery, as if he couldn’t properly recognize her, but about once every three hours, he would approach Yebin first.
She stayed still to observe his behavior, and he would sniff her hair or try to grope her chest.
But when Yebin refused, he would quietly return as if nothing had happened.
She thought he was like an NPC from the days before artificial intelligence was developed.
What was certain was that his actions became more natural over time.
First of all, the jerky, intermittent movements like a machine had disappeared.
She planned to find out today exactly how much he had recovered and where to start treatment.
Anyway.
If there were no other problems, today would be the last day of treatment.
Yebin sighed deeply and put down the chart she had been diligently writing on.
“Siwoo.”
“……..”
When his name was called, Siwoo, who had been standing looking at the ceiling, turned his gaze to Yebin.
This was also one of the points of change.
He hears his name – recognizes that it is his name – turns around to find out why.
It meant that the mechanism was working smoothly.
“Come here.”
The thought that this would be her last time having sex with Siwoo made her feel a bit strange.
After all, he was her first man.
Yebin lifted her top, showing her breasts to Siwoo.
She wasn’t wearing underwear since she would be taking it off anyway.
Seeing her breasts swaying like ripe fruit in the wind, Siwoo walked towards her.
This situation was a bit embarrassing, but this was the most natural way, so she couldn’t help it.
Before, when Siwoo was just lying still, she could just climb on top of him, but now she had to induce his sexual desire.
“Ugh….!”
Siwoo, who had walked in with large strides, grabbed Yebin’s breast without hesitation.
Yebin felt her face flush as his slightly rough hands stirred her breasts roughly.
She was sure of it.
This was a bit too embarrassing.
After a while of fondling and caressing Yebin’s breasts, Siwoo’s hand moved towards her nipples.
He slowly rotated her nipples, and Yebin’s soft tips gradually hardened.
It was as if he was curious about the sensation rather than deliberately caressing her.
“Hmm….”
After this was over, she would receive compensation.
Last night, Amelia had come to Yebin to discuss compensation.
Fortunately, the conversation had been calm and composed, so it seemed unlikely that a jealous and angry Amelia would harm her.
Yebin had decided to stay in Gehenna.
She had always disliked fighting, and there was no need to stay on Earth, where dangerous witches might be lurking.
But she also didn’t want to go back to Greenland and live a depressing life of just touching herself.
“Ah….um….”
Siwoo, who had been playing with her breasts blankly, placed his hand on Yebin’s shoulder.
“Oh, what… what do you need?”
And then he pressed down hard.
Yebin, weighed down, squatted awkwardly.
Siwoo had already taken off all his pants and underwear.
Seeing his erect penis right in front of her, past memories came to mind.
They were strange yet erotic experiences.
Yebin’s body reacted honestly to the memory of the magic wand that gave her such pleasure.
Her body was already feeling hot, even though she had only had her breasts touched a little.
Was it easy to meet a man with such a wonderful thing, a good face, and, from what she heard, a good personality?
She hadn’t thought much about it, but surprisingly, she felt a little regretful.
“Wh-what!”
Her regret was short-lived.
Siwoo, placing his hand on Yebin’s head as she squatted, pulled her head forward and thrust his penis out.
Yebin, startled, quickly turned her head, her cheek pricked by his penis.
She guessed why he had created this eye level.
Fellatio.
A common form of oral sex that is a staple in porn, and there are even porn videos dedicated to it.
Siwoo was trying to put his penis in Yebin’s mouth.
And he was doing it a bit forcefully.
But wasn’t this far from instinct?
It seemed like he had already done it before to come up with this action…
“W-wait a minute, Siwoo!”
Siwoo kept poking Yebin’s face with his penis.
Actually, giving him oral sex wasn’t that difficult.
She had seen it a lot in porn and had been curious about what it would feel like.
However, the reason Yebin and Siwoo were having sex was solely for healing purposes.
Fellatio might be an essential element in sex, but it was a very secondary act in terms of treatment.
And Yebin was here for treatment.
As the line between treatment and sex was already becoming blurred, Yebin felt that if she accepted Siwoo’s whims, she would end up in a mess.
Regardless of Yebin’s thoughts, Siwoo was still trying to put his penis in her mouth.
“Um, um, Siwoo… you shouldn’t keep poking people’s faces with your dick.”
Therefore, Yebin gently grabbed Siwoo’s penis and naturally applied lube.
Siwoo seemed to feel good during the process and calmed down.
Yebin got up, took off her skirt, and leaned on the bed, sticking out her butt.
“Siwoo, do it here instead of in my mouth.”
She bent her back, making it easier for him to penetrate.
Siwoo quickly approached Yebin and grabbed her hips.
His hot penis touched her vagina, and the insertion began.
As expected, the first insertion was tight.
But Yebin quickly adjusted to his penis and felt a tingling sensation throughout her body.
“Hiss…!”
This time, she immediately began to deploy magic.
Now Siwoo would excitedly grab Yebin and start shaking his hips.
So, before the aftereffects of the climax blurred her concentration, she had to enter the palace of the unconscious.
“Ugh…uhh…ahhh…!”
Yebin’s moans grew louder, and another consciousness of hers opened the door to the palace.
2.
A space filled with stairs and doors.
This was Yebin’s way of making the information she received from Siwoo easier to identify.
“Uh…..”
As soon as she opened the door, Yebin was faced with a completely different scene than she had expected.
There was a dark, wide space with stairs and doors.
So far, it was the same.
However, the reason Yebin was standing there blankly, unable to do anything, was because the doors were all tightly locked.
It wasn’t just one or two that were locked like that.
All the doors were tightly wrapped in thick, black iron chains.
They refused to provide any information, as if asserting that no one was allowed to enter.
“Is this even possible?”
Yebin reached out and grabbed the chain.
Strictly speaking, this chain did not actually exist.
It was just how the elements that interfered with the analysis of the information and waves that Siwoo was emitting appeared to Yebin.
She touched the chain and read the information.
And she frowned.
The information that she could normally access just by opening the door was now randomized.
Useless magical waveforms were randomly added, creating meaningless values.
If it were just a misinterpretation of information, it wouldn’t have such regular complexity.
In other words, this was not Yebin misinterpreting the information due to some error, but rather ‘something Siwoo intended.’
Just as autonomous defense responds to unwanted mental intrusion, including external physical attacks.
Siwoo was also locking the doors to prevent Yebin from entering his unconscious mind at will.
-Kugugugung!
As soon as she recognized that, the collapse of the vast world began.
The stairs crumbled, and all the doors, tightly locked, began to fall into the darkness below.
Swallowed by the darkness without even having time to scream, Yebin immediately returned to reality.
“Haaah…..!”
Her hips were firmly grasped as always.
The dizzying pleasure of being deeply probed inside her body spread through Yebin’s body as she returned to reality.
Siwoo was holding her hips and thrusting his penis into her…
No, he wasn’t.
“………”
Siwoo was standing still, his penis pressed tightly against Yebin’s cervix, without saying a word.
It was as if he was watching her reaction.
The strange pressure made Yebin hesitantly turn her gaze over her shoulder.
Siwoo’s left eye was glowing with the same golden magical reflection she had seen before.
His calm right eye showed no light of emotion.
Nevertheless, Yebin felt as if she was being interrogated.
It was as if he was saying, ‘How is it? You can’t just enter as you please this time, can you?’
“No…no way…”
Yebin thought of one possibility.
Before, Siwoo had encountered Yebin in the palace of the unconscious.
And today, Siwoo’s palace was encrypted in a way that Yebin could not interpret.
Such sophistication was not something that could be done immediately.
He wasn’t just wasting time while waving his hands in the air or sitting blankly.
He had been preparing and waiting for a countermeasure against Yebin’s illegal intrusion.
As if to confirm Yebin’s guess, Siwoo’s voice, devoid of even the thrill of victory, came out in a monotone.
“I won, didn’t I?”
It was still a machine-like tone, devoid of emotion.
Yebin felt a chill run down her spine.
Siwoo had challenged Yebin to a fight.
Siwoo had won, and Yebin had lost.
Thinking about it logically, it was absolutely impossible.
Even if Amelia came, if they fought for control over ‘Panacea,’ Yebin would overwhelmingly win.
It was as obvious as a quantum physicist and a thoracic surgeon debating the risks of bypass surgery.
Self-magic had a ‘unique nature’ that only the caster could understand.
But looking back, when Siwoo absorbed, amplified, and returned Yebin’s magic, he had already partially grasped the nature of Yebin’s self-magic.
He had started with the most important key to the fight of interpreting magic that had been ‘personalized’ by Yebin.
Thinking about it that way, it wasn’t entirely impossible.
Now, there was only one thing left.
How was it possible to encrypt that vast amount of data?
Was it possible with just human mental calculation abilities?
Yebin could answer immediately.
It was impossible.
But Siwoo had done it.
How?
Yebin barely managed to come up with one possibility.
Savant syndrome.
A syndrome seen in a very small number of people who have congenital autism or have suffered acquired brain damage.
They can perfectly recreate a picture they saw for a brief moment.
Similarly, they can count and remember the positions of hundreds of dots they saw for a moment.
They can show genius-level talent in composition.
They can create beautiful paintings with a timeless aesthetic sense.
They can perceive all things mathematically and express them synesthetically.
It is a syndrome in which they show genius-level talent in specific fields.
Siwoo’s intelligence was not simply regressing.
As she had seen in Ain, he had found his own ‘rules’ and developed his talent to the point of overturning the existing paradigm of magic.
“Ugh…ugh…!”
While Yebin was opening her mouth in bewilderment.
Siwoo grabbed the back of Yebin’s head.
He pressed her down towards the bed with his weight, and began to take his victor’s spoils.
He resumed the hip movements that had been paused and began to take Yebin’s body.
-Squish!
“Haaang…aack….ugh…”
Yebin, in a state of mental weakness from the shock of realizing that the Earth was not round but flat, could not resist his movements.
In a situation where she didn’t know what to do, Yebin was reduced to prey for his instincts.
“Haa…ugh….!”
This was not healing.
It wasn’t even a rescue attempt to try to heal.
Now, Yebin was becoming a female and a loser, being devoured by the victor.
That fact relentlessly stimulated Yebin’s dark pleasure.
“Ah….ah….!”
That day, Yebin received four ejaculations in a doggy style position.
Until her pretty petals were swollen with semen and vaginal fluids, and her throat was hoarse and she could no longer make any sound.
She became a pouch that repeatedly filled Siwoo’s desires.
By the time all the acts were over, Yebin’s white buttocks were covered with Siwoo’s handprints.
And from her vagina, which was as hot as a peach baked in an oven, white cream-like semen dripped down.
