## Chapter 106 – #23_The Price Of Loss (5)
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Ea’s condition wasn’t perfect.
It wasn’t just that her rank had dropped as the price of the Rebirth Cocoon.
The magic power that should have been fully charged in her brand was only about 30% full, and she wasn’t as free as before in handling the reversed magic circuits.
Even considering those penalties, this defeat was shocking.
Her opponent was a slave.
Moreover, a man without a brand or anything.
On the other hand, a 15th-rank witch was a force capable of single-handedly devastating a military base in any country.
Yet, Siwoo’s fist had so easily seen through and shattered Ea’s autonomous defense, and he had deflected all her attacks.
“Cough… Keh… Kugh…”
She couldn’t come to her senses from the pain she felt after so long, clutching her stomach and coughing.
After rolling on the ground for a while, dried moss and dirt were scattered on Ea’s naked body.
-Clank
A pair of sleek boots appeared before her eyes as she lowered her head in pain.
Ea hesitantly looked up.
Siwoo, wearing armor and looking down at her expressionlessly, was there.
His eyes, devoid of any trace of humanity, made her doubt if this was the same person as before.
How could he have changed so much in just a few months?
Ea couldn’t understand it at all.
But she had no intention of backing down like a whipped dog.
She squeezed out the last of her magic power to launch one final attack.
“Die…!”
-Whoosh!
The limp ribbon flew to wrap around Siwoo’s neck.
Having been hit in the uterus, which controlled her magic power, and already having used up a lot of magic, it didn’t have the same fierce momentum as before.
However, the ribbon, just by wrapping and constricting, had the power equivalent to heavy machinery.
If it had hit an ordinary human, they would have collapsed, spitting blood from their eyes, nose, and mouth.
Siwoo’s response to this was very simple.
He wrapped the ribbon around his arm.
Immediately, he tore off the ribbon, which had lost its power, as if it were a nuisance.
“Huh?”
The final blow, painstakingly woven from the maiden’s loom, was torn apart like a cheap craft decoration.
Ea gaped at the unbelievable sight.
“Huh? Huh? Huh?”
Siwoo didn’t stop there.
He reached out to the ribbons fluttering around and began to pull them off one by one.
-Rip! Rip! Rip!
Shadows flowed along the ribbons that touched his gauntlet.
It was similar to when he had come into contact with the shadow spear before.
The ribbons, corroded by the shadows as if being eaten away, easily crumbled.
The ribbons, torn off without any resistance like brushing away clinging spiderwebs, fluttered around with a rustling sound.
The ribbons woven from the maiden’s loom were directly connected to the motor nerve bundles extending from Ea’s spinal cord.
This was for more delicate and detailed control.
As they were parts directly used in combat, the pain aspect had been removed.
However, even without pain, having parts of her body fall off like insect legs was terrifying in itself.
“What…”
In just a few seconds, her last resistance had been rendered futile.
Ea, whose very foundation of her magic had been broken, had only enough magic power left to float a few decorative lights.
Ea asked, her pale lips trembling.
“What… the hell are you?”
What she had felt when she lost to Duke Tiferet and Baron Merrygold was a wall.
A wall so thick, large, and high that she didn’t think she could ever get over it.
But this man was different.
Even considering that her magical judgment had deteriorated due to her rank drop, it was hard to grasp the extent of the gap.
It felt like measuring the depth of an endless, dark sea.
She felt an unknown gap, clearly different from the witches she had faced so far.
“………”
Siwoo looked down at Ea with a cold expression, without saying a word.
Ea’s breathing quickened.
Considering what she had done to him, it was obvious what would happen to her here.
Ea hesitated for a moment.
After weighing her pride against her life, she quickly took action.
She had a plan.
He had been willing to die to save his twins, not for his own life.
That meant he was a soft, peach-like man.
His magical achievements might have changed overnight, but his disposition wouldn’t change so easily.
Could he indiscriminately punish a witch who was begging for mercy in a state of no resistance?
“Kugh…!”
Ea clenched her teeth, trying not to show it.
To have to beg for her life to a man she had looked down upon so much, while not even wearing a single piece of clothing.
Her white knees pressed down on the moss, and Ea finally knelt before Siwoo.
“I, I’m sorry… I, I lost…”
Ea’s trembling voice was not an act.
Humiliation, disgrace, shame.
All of it was mixed together, sharpened to a razor’s edge, and was cutting into her pride in real-time.
“You’re much stronger. I can’t even imagine it. I’d even like to ask for your teachings on how you achieved this much in such a short period… No, I already respect you…!”
Ea knelt, placing her hands neatly on her plump, smooth thighs.
She naturally positioned her breasts, which looked even more erotic with a dot on the upper part, between her arms.
Her breasts, clinging like she was doing a paizuri, and the small nipples at their ends.
She thought it would be enough to seduce a man.
“………..”
But Siwoo didn’t answer.
He didn’t seem to be shaken at all.
Ea, becoming desperate, added.
“Actually… I’ve been reflecting a lot… I’m sorry. I’ll do anything you ask… Please, please spare me…”
So, this isn’t enough to get a pass, huh?
Ea’s shoulders trembled, not just from the fear of retaliation.
It was because of the bone-chilling humiliation.
Ea forced her stiff neck and back down, rubbing her forehead against the ground.
Her two hands, placed diagonally, lay neatly beside her head.
Ea was demonstrating the epitome of a pose of surrender.
Her already feminine figure became even more pronounced as she lay flat on the floor, her apple-shaped buttocks particularly standing out.
“………”
But still, there was no response from Siwoo.
Only then did Ea realize something was wrong.
From beginning to end, there hadn’t been a single proper communication.
Feeling puzzled, she cautiously raised her head, only to find Siwoo’s face, which had somehow gotten very close, almost touching her nose.
“Ugh…!”
Siwoo, who had grabbed a handful of Ea’s hair as she gasped, began to sniff her.
Ea thought, without meaning to, that he was like a beast checking the female’s pheromones before mating.
“Sniff, sniff.”
Once he had finished checking the scent behind her ear, the armor disappeared from Siwoo’s body.
Before the shadows completely vanished, they naturally undressed her as if they were Siwoo’s own limbs.
She couldn’t grasp what kind of character he was.
Had he suffered some kind of brain damage from the attack before?
Ea, who knew nothing, was simply confused.
“Ah….”
A shadow fell over Aea’s face.
It was a huge thing, unimaginable just from looking at his pretty face.
그는 빳빳하게 발기한 물건을 에아의 코앞에 들이밀었다.
With one hand, he grabbed her hair, pulling Aea’s face towards his crotch.
“Ah, I understand… I’ll do it with my mouth… If I do it with my mouth, you’ll let me live, right?… *Sob*… *Sob*…?”
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she had weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she peered at me over the rim of her spectacles. “So, you’re the one they sent, huh?” she cackled, her voice raspy like dry leaves skittering across pavement.
I nodded, trying to maintain a respectful demeanor despite the unsettling feeling that I was being sized up like a prize-winning pig. “Yes, ma’am. I’m here to help with the… the situation.”
“Situation, is it?” She chuckled again, a sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “That’s one way to put it. More like a right mess, if you ask me.” She gestured with a gnarled hand towards the dilapidated house behind her. The paint was peeling, the windows were boarded up, and the whole place seemed to sag under the weight of neglect. It looked like something out of a horror movie, not a place where anyone would willingly spend their time.
“I’ve been told it’s… complicated,” I said, choosing my words carefully.
“Complicated? Ha!” She spat on the ground, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent yard. “It’s cursed, boy. Plain and simple. Cursed to the bone.”
I swallowed, trying to keep my skepticism in check. I was a rational person, a scientist. Curses were the stuff of fairy tales, not something I believed in. But there was something about the old woman’s conviction, the way her eyes seemed to bore into my soul, that made me question everything I thought I knew.
“I’m here to find out what’s going on,” I said, my voice a little less steady than I would have liked. “To find a logical explanation.”
She laughed, a high-pitched, cackling sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Logical, is it? Well, good luck with that, boy. You’ll need more than logic to deal with what’s in that house.” She pointed a bony finger at the front door, her eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity. “Go on, then. Don’t just stand there gawking. The spirits are waiting.”
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the rusty doorknob. The air around the house seemed to grow colder, a palpable chill that had nothing to do with the weather. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. This was just a house, I told myself. A dilapidated, creepy house, but still just a house.
With a final, nervous glance at the old woman, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The darkness swallowed me whole.
Before Aea could even finish speaking, Siwoo shoved his cock into her mouth in one swift motion.
The sound of the rain was deafening.
It was a sound that made me want to curl up in a ball and hide, but I couldn’t. I had to keep going.
I was on my way to see my grandmother. She had called me earlier that day, her voice trembling on the other end of the line. She had said that she needed to see me, that she had something important to tell me.
I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that I had to go.
The rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind was whipping around me. I pulled my coat tighter around me and kept walking.
I finally reached my grandmother’s house. It was a small, old house, but it was always warm and welcoming. I knocked on the door, and my grandmother opened it a moment later.
She looked tired, but she smiled when she saw me.
“Come in, dear,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
I stepped inside, and she closed the door behind me. The house was warm and cozy, and the smell of her cooking filled the air.
“I’m glad you came,” she said. “I have something important to tell you.”
I sat down at the table, and she sat across from me. She looked at me for a long moment, and then she began to speak.
“I’m not going to be around much longer,” she said. “I’m old, and I’m tired. I’ve lived a long life, and I’m ready to go.”
I felt a lump form in my throat. I didn’t want to hear this. I didn’t want her to go.
“But before I go,” she continued, “I want to tell you something. Something that I’ve kept secret for a long time.”
She paused, and then she took a deep breath.
“I’m not your real grandmother,” she said. “Your real grandmother was my sister. She died when you were a baby.”
I stared at her, my mind reeling. I didn’t know what to say.
“I know this is a lot to take in,” she said. “But I wanted you to know the truth before I died.”
I nodded, still trying to process what she had just told me.
“I loved your mother very much,” she said. “And I loved you like you were my own grandchild. I hope you can forgive me for keeping this secret from you.”
I reached across the table and took her hand.
“I forgive you,” I said. “I love you too.”
She smiled, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Thank you,” she said. “That means a lot to me.”
We sat there for a long time, talking and laughing. I told her about my life, and she told me stories about her past. It was the best time I had spent with her in a long time.
Finally, it was time for me to go. I hugged her tightly, and she kissed me on the cheek.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” I said.
I walked out of her house and into the rain. The rain was still coming down hard, but it didn’t seem so bad anymore. I had learned a lot that day, and I knew that I would never forget it.
I knew that my grandmother was going to die soon, but I also knew that she would always be with me in my heart.
“Ugh… *cough*… *hic*…..”
Contrary to her cruel reputation, Aea has no experience with men.
There is no way Aea, an extreme orthodox witch, would mix bodily fluids with a barbaric man.
The things she did when she kidnapped a man she liked were limited to crushing his balls or making him give her oral sex.
A stiff meat club mercilessly defiling that self-proclaimed noble mouth of Aea.
“Ugh…munch…cough…”
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he’d weathered. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and his hands, gnarled and knotted like ancient tree roots, moved with a surprising dexterity as he shuffled the deck of cards.
“Ready for another round, kid?” he rasped, his voice like dry leaves crunching underfoot.
I nodded, a nervous flutter in my stomach. I’d been playing Go-Stop with Grandpa for years, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was always one step ahead. It was like he could see the cards in my hand, the strategies forming in my mind, before I even knew them myself.
He dealt the cards with a practiced flick of the wrist, the sound of the cards slapping against the worn wooden table echoing in the quiet room. The air was thick with the scent of old books and the faint aroma of the ginseng tea that always sat steaming on the corner of the table.
I picked up my cards, my eyes scanning the familiar patterns of the Hwatu cards. The vibrant colors of the flowers and animals seemed to mock my lack of skill. I glanced at Grandpa, his face an impassive mask, and tried to decipher any hint of his strategy. But as always, he gave nothing away.
“Your turn, kid,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
I hesitated, my mind racing through the possible combinations. I knew I had to be careful, one wrong move and Grandpa would swoop in and claim all the points. It was a game of patience, of strategy, of knowing when to strike and when to hold back.
I placed a card on the table, my heart pounding in my chest. The game was on.
Moreover, Siwoo’s hand held not a shred of mercy.
Her waist movements were imbued with emotion, as if she were exacting the price for having her left eye gouged out and her brain pierced.
The cock, already too much to take in her mouth, relentlessly pushed in, violating Aea’s throat.
Ea thrashed against the unexpectedly cruel act.
Should she just bite his cock off?
No.
The barrier separator wasn’t fully operational yet.
If Siwoo, enraged by having his cock bitten off, unleashed even a single spell, Ea, with barely any magic left, would die like an ant crushed under an elephant’s foot.
Therefore, Ea desperately pushed against his thighs, making sure her teeth never touched his cock, her mouth wide open.
“Cough… Gerk… Kuuk… Hack! Cough…”
But the relentless throbbing was too much to bear.
The nausea was bad enough, but she couldn’t breathe.
Ea barely managed to pull Siwoo’s cock from her mouth, her saliva, now thick and stringy, dripping down.
“J-just… just a moment… please…”
Ea’s eyes welled up with tears as she tried to calm her gaze, which kept turning venomous.
She felt a twitch in her eye.
Even as she looked so pitiful, he seemed completely unmoved.
His cock, still dripping with her spit, swayed as he walked towards her, then pushed her upper body down onto the moss.
“Ugh!”
To put it simply, Aea’s body, sprawled out on the moss, was the kind that would look absolutely stunning in a midi dress—a slender, bottle-like figure. Her hips weren’t particularly wide, but her thighs and legs were so thin, and her waist so cinched, that she had a distinctly feminine silhouette.
I was a bit taken aback when I opened my eyes.
The ceiling was unfamiliar.
It wasn’t the ceiling of my cramped, old studio apartment. It was a high, vaulted ceiling, and the ornate chandelier hanging from it was dazzling.
‘Where… am I?’
I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like I was wearing lead weights. My head throbbed, and a dull ache spread through my limbs.
“Ugh…”
I groaned and finally managed to prop myself up on my elbows. The bed I was lying on was incredibly soft, and the silk sheets felt luxurious against my skin.
‘What’s going on?’
I looked around the room. It was spacious, with antique furniture and thick, velvet curtains. It was a room that seemed to belong in a historical drama, not in the 21st century.
‘Did I get kidnapped?’
The thought sent a chill down my spine. I tried to remember what had happened before I lost consciousness, but my memories were hazy. I had been working late, as usual, and then… nothing.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
A voice startled me. I turned my head and saw a woman standing by the door. She was beautiful, with long, wavy hair and a gentle smile. She was wearing a long, flowing dress that looked like it came straight out of a fairy tale.
“Who… who are you?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
The woman smiled again, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I am Lady Isolde. And you, my dear, are in my manor.”
‘Manor?’
I stared at her, my mind reeling. This was all too surreal.
“What… what happened to me?”
Lady Isolde walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. She took my hand in hers, her touch surprisingly warm.
“You were found unconscious in the forest. We brought you here to recover.”
“The forest?” I repeated, my brow furrowing. “I don’t remember going to any forest.”
“Perhaps you were lost?” she suggested, her voice soft. “Or perhaps you were simply tired.”
I wanted to believe her, but something felt off. This whole situation was too strange, too unbelievable.
“What… what year is it?” I asked, the question popping out before I could stop myself.
Lady Isolde looked at me, her expression a mixture of concern and confusion. “Why, it is the year 1888, of course.”
My eyes widened. 1888? That couldn’t be right. I was sure it was 2023.
“No, that’s not right,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s 2023.”
Lady Isolde’s smile faltered. “My dear, are you feeling alright? Perhaps you hit your head?”
I wanted to tell her that I was fine, that I was just confused, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
“I… I don’t know,” I said, my voice trembling. “I don’t understand any of this.”
Lady Isolde squeezed my hand. “It’s alright. You’re safe here. Just rest, and we’ll figure everything out.”
I wanted to believe her, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had somehow stumbled into a different world.
The world was a stage, and I was merely a player.
That was the kind of thought that often crossed my mind these days.
It wasn’t that I was particularly dramatic or anything. It was just that, well, I was living a life that felt like a play.
A play where the script was constantly changing, and I was just trying to keep up.
The first act of this play began with a sudden, unexpected twist.
I was just an ordinary college student, living a mundane life. I had a part-time job at a convenience store, and my biggest worry was whether I’d get a good grade on my next exam.
Then, one day, I woke up in a completely different world.
It wasn’t a dream. It was real.
The air was different, the sky was a different color, and the people around me spoke a language I didn’t understand.
It was like stepping onto a movie set, except I was the only one who didn’t know the lines.
I was confused, scared, and utterly lost.
But I was also strangely excited.
It was like being given a blank canvas and told to paint whatever I wanted.
The second act of this play was about survival.
I had to learn the language, adapt to the customs, and figure out how to make a living in this strange new world.
It wasn’t easy. There were times when I wanted to give up, when I missed my old life, when I felt like I was drowning in a sea of unfamiliarity.
But I kept going. I had to.
I met new people, some kind, some not so much. I learned new skills, some useful, some not so much.
I discovered that this world was full of wonders and dangers, beauty and ugliness, joy and sorrow.
It was a world that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
The third act of this play is still unfolding.
I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know what challenges I’ll face or what triumphs I’ll achieve.
But I do know one thing: I’m not just a player anymore.
I’m also a writer.
I’m writing my own script, creating my own story, and shaping my own destiny.
And I can’t wait to see what happens next.
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시우가 발목을 잡고 활짝 벌리자 에아의 보지 역시 모습을 드러냈다.
Unlike her appearance, which exudes the aura of a mature noblewoman, her dark pubic hair is sparse, like that of a girl just entering puberty.
소음순이 발달해 대음순 밖으로 툭 튀어나온 형태의 보지는 다리가 벌려지자 안에 벌건 속살을 고스란히 드러내게 되었다.
Aea spread her legs wide of her own volition.
And then, reaching under my buttocks, I grasp the petals, spreading my pussy lips wide.
It was a posture of submission that only a woman could assume towards a man.
“I surrender… I’ll surrender like this.”
A position where, like a defeated bitch, I lay on my back, fawning over the man.
A position that Aea would never have allowed, but now was not the time to worry about pride.
The one who laughs last is the one who preserves their life until the end.
This humiliation can be repaid many times over later.
“After all this, you’re not going to kill me, right? You’ll let me go, right?”
“……….”
“Kyaaak….!”
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he had weathered. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and his hands, gnarled and calloused, moved with a surprising dexterity as he meticulously arranged the small, colorful stones on the worn wooden table.
“There,” he said, his voice raspy but firm, “that should do it.”
I leaned closer, my own eyes wide with curiosity. The stones, each a different shade and size, formed a pattern that seemed both random and deliberate. It was a puzzle, a secret language written in the language of pebbles.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The old man chuckled, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest. “It’s a map, child,” he said, his gaze fixed on the stones. “A map of the heart.”
I frowned, confused. “A map of the heart? But… hearts don’t have roads or mountains.”
He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Ah, but they do, child. They do. They have paths and valleys, peaks and ravines. And sometimes, they even have hidden treasures.”
He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface of a dark blue stone. “This one,” he said, “this is the sea of sorrow. It’s vast and deep, and it can swallow you whole if you’re not careful.”
He moved his hand to a bright red stone. “And this one, this is the fire of passion. It can warm you and give you strength, but it can also burn you if you let it.”
He continued, each stone a symbol, each arrangement a story. He spoke of love and loss, of joy and despair, of the winding paths that we all must walk. And as he spoke, I felt as if I were not just listening to his words, but also seeing the map of my own heart unfold before me.
The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room. The old man’s voice grew softer, his words more like a lullaby than a lesson. I sat there, mesmerized, until the last rays of light faded away, and the room was plunged into darkness.
When I finally looked up, the old man was gone. The stones were still there, arranged in their intricate pattern, but he was nowhere to be seen. I reached out a hand, my fingers tracing the outline of the map, and I knew that I would never forget the lessons he had taught me.
The map of the heart, I realized, was not just a collection of stones. It was a guide, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always a path to follow, a treasure to be found. And it was a reminder that the most important journey we will ever take is the journey within ourselves.
시우는 별다른 고민 없이 에아의 보지에 자지를 깊게 밀어 넣었다.
It was a rough insertion, of course, with no foreplay or anything.
애액도 젤도 없는 상태에서 오직 자지에 묻은 침으로만 이루어지는 성교.
Aea swallowed a scream, resolutely keeping her legs spread wide to make it easier for him to penetrate her.
“Ugh…! Hkk…! Ughh…!”
I was a bit surprised when I opened my eyes.
The first thing I saw was a ceiling I didn’t recognize. It was a bit old, with a few cracks here and there, and the wallpaper was a faded floral pattern.
‘Where am I?’
I tried to get up, but my body wouldn’t move. It felt like I was stuck to the bed.
‘What’s going on?’
I tried to move my arms and legs, but they were heavy and unresponsive. It was like I was wearing a suit of armor.
‘Am I paralyzed?’
Panic started to set in. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My throat felt dry and tight.
‘Help me! Someone, please help me!’
I struggled to move, but it was no use. I was completely helpless.
‘What should I do?’
I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. I took a deep breath and tried to think clearly.
‘Okay, let’s think this through. First, I need to figure out where I am.’
I opened my eyes again and looked around the room. It was a small, simple room with a bed, a desk, and a chair. There was a window on one side of the room, but it was covered by a thick curtain.
‘It doesn’t look like a hospital room.’
I tried to remember what had happened before I woke up here, but my mind was blank. It was like my memories had been erased.
‘I can’t remember anything.’
I felt a wave of despair wash over me. I was trapped in a strange place, unable to move, and with no memory of who I was or how I got here.
‘What am I going to do?’
Just then, I heard a door open. I turned my head towards the sound and saw a woman standing in the doorway. She was wearing a simple dress and had a kind smile on her face.
“Oh, you’re awake!” she said, her voice gentle. “I was worried about you.”
I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. I just stared at her, my eyes wide with fear and confusion.
“Don’t worry,” she said, walking towards me. “You’re safe now.”
She reached out and gently touched my forehead. Her hand felt warm and comforting.
“You’ve been asleep for a long time,” she said. “You must be very tired.”
I wanted to ask her who she was and where I was, but I couldn’t. I just lay there, helpless and confused.
“I’ll go get you some water,” she said. “Just rest for now.”
She smiled at me again and then left the room. I was left alone again, my mind racing with questions.
‘Who is she? Where am I? And why can’t I move?’
I closed my eyes again, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. But the more I tried to think, the more confused I became.
‘I need to figure out what’s going on.’
I knew that I couldn’t stay here, helpless and confused. I had to find a way to get out of this situation.
‘But how?’
I opened my eyes again and looked around the room. I noticed a small mirror on the desk.
‘Maybe if I can see myself, I can remember something.’
I tried to move my head towards the mirror, but it was too heavy. I struggled and strained, but it was no use.
‘I can’t even move my head.’
I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. I was completely helpless.
‘What am I going to do?’
Just then, the woman came back into the room with a glass of water.
“Here you go,” she said, gently helping me sit up. “Drink this.”
She held the glass to my lips and I drank the water. It felt cool and refreshing.
“Are you feeling better?” she asked.
I wanted to answer her, but I couldn’t. I just nodded my head slightly.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll be alright.”
She smiled at me again and then helped me lie back down.
“Just rest now,” she said. “I’ll be back later.”
She left the room again, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
‘I need to find a way to get out of here.’
I closed my eyes again and tried to think of a plan. But my mind was still blank.
‘I can’t remember anything.’
I felt a wave of despair wash over me. I was trapped in a strange place, unable to move, and with no memory of who I was or how I got here.
‘What am I going to do?’
Siwoo, gripping Aea’s waist, began to thrust his hips repeatedly.
처음에 끝까지 박히지 않았던 자지가 차차 움직임을 계속함에 따라 점차 깊은 곳까지 파고든다.
Like an anvil struck by a hammer, his cock hammered into Aea, her once-composed face now a mess.
You son of a bitch.
Ea, who had been about to glare at Siwoo with gritted teeth, quickly averted her gaze upon seeing his clear eyes, devoid of any emotion.
It was because, for some reason, I had a feeling that the current him wouldn’t even bat an eye before killing Aea.
Begging him for mercy and being raped was, in the end, about swallowing humiliation for the sake of the future. Therefore, she could endure it. However, the fact that she had genuinely come to fear him was a great shame to Aea.
“Ugh… Ugh-kuh! Heh…”
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she had weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She sat on the porch, a worn shawl draped over her shoulders, watching the world go by with a knowing smile. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, and the air grew cool.
“Another day gone,” she murmured to herself, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. She reached for her cane, its smooth wood worn from years of use, and slowly rose to her feet. Her joints creaked like an old door, but she moved with a surprising grace.
She shuffled into the small cottage, the scent of dried herbs and woodsmoke filling the air. A single candle flickered on the table, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. She settled into her chair by the hearth, the warmth of the fire chasing away the evening chill.
“Time for stories,” she whispered, her eyes twinkling. She closed her eyes, and the memories began to unfold, each one a precious gem in the treasure chest of her mind.
Lubricant was added to the stiff vaginal walls.
앞부분을 깨작이던 귀두가 슬슬 자궁구를 두들길 무렵.
Ea, who had been deliberately turning her head to the side to avoid Siwoo’s gaze, began to mix sweetness into her voice as well.
