Chapter 12 – #02_The Twins’ Witch (6)
1.
Human power might be extremely weak in the face of a given destiny.
Even Siwoo, who had always believed that life was something to be pioneered on one’s own, had recently been feeling the capriciousness of fate.
Before being captured here, Siwoo was a promising mathematical talent.
He had graduated early from a science high school that sent most of its students to prestigious universities, both domestic and international.
From a young age, he was noticed by a professor who recognized his talent, and on their recommendation, he was admitted to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
Interview requests poured in, and he was featured in newspapers as a mathematical genius born in Korea.
While diligently pursuing his university studies, he won several awards at international mathematics competitions, and his individually prepared paper on essential singularities was published in an academic journal.
He was granted special recognition, earned his master’s degree with that paper, and before starting his doctoral studies, he proudly served his mandatory military service in the army from the age of 21 to 23, completing his term as a sergeant.
With that burden off his shoulders, he boarded a plane, overjoyed at the prospect of being able to research to his heart’s content, only for it to crash in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
When he came to his senses, he had been kidnapped to Gehenna, the city of witches.
For the next five years, he toiled away as a cog in Gehenna’s machine.
Realizing that he would die here without accomplishing anything, he had been studying magic in his spare time for the past three years to escape Gehenna.
Fortunately, magic had a strong connection to mathematics and geometry.
For example, line integrals were applied to the formulas for calculating the conservation of magical power based on location, and Taylor series and Fourier series were essential for controlling the noise generated when magical power was used.
Luckily, Siwoo’s major, complex analysis, had many parallels with the main magic formulas, so he was making remarkable progress in completing his ark for escape.
If he could just hold out for another year, he would have a way to escape this dreadful place…
“Uuum….”
To be suddenly caught by the wicked twins and face a life-threatening situation.
Siwoo watched Odile, who was clinging to his upper body and intimately mixing her tongue with his, and sang the national anthem in his head.
Human patience is truly amazing.
To be able to remain unmoved even while kissing such a beautiful woman.
“How is it? Did it get bigger?”
“It’s still the same, sister.”
Odet, who had been staring at Siwoo’s member, shook her head as if it were hopeless and climbed off of him.
“It doesn’t get bigger even when I touch it, and it’s still the same even when I kiss it like the book says.”
“Didn’t you say there would be days like this? I’m going to put my pants on now, so please untie this.”
Good.
If they lose interest and leave him alone, nothing could be more welcome.
Then, Odet, who had been reading the manual next to her, tapped Odile on the shoulder.
“Sister… look at this.”
Even Odile, who had been more proactive than Odet, froze the moment she saw the page Odet had presented.
The page contained a rather explicit scene.
A man standing naked and a woman kneeling below him.
It was an illustration of the woman opening her mouth and taking the man’s genitals into it.
“……..”
“……..”
“……..”
An uncomfortable silence.
Odile, Odet, and Siwoo were all silent for the moment.
He had barely endured the kiss, but fellatio?
How could he possibly endure that?
His member would surely grow rapidly, and perhaps that intense reaction would stimulate the twins’ curiosity.
Moreover, that book was a guide to sex for naive young women.
There was no guarantee that the immature twins wouldn’t get carried away by the atmosphere and follow through to the end.
“Odet, that’s where pee comes out. It’s dirty with all sorts of germs.”
“Really?”
There was no reasoning with Odile.
He had to target Odet.
“Yes, I think that guide is based on rather outdated theories. I’m deeply concerned that Odet, who will become the core of Gehenna in the future, might catch a terrible disease because of me.”
She seemed to be listening to Siwoo’s sincere advice.
At that moment, Odile had a very good idea.
“Odet! How about we try this?”
And the novel idea that Odile came up with was the worst possible scenario for Siwoo.
2.
The hole where pee comes out is ultimately the urethra.
In other words, it’s not dangerous as long as the glans is not directly sucked into the mouth.
The outside can be thoroughly disinfected with magic that eliminates bacteria.
Even if they do get sick, they can recover with a healing song.
Based on the above four points, Odile’s decision was very simple.
Just lick the shaft with her tongue.
“That’s really a bad book, I’m telling you! You’ll regret it!”
“Shut up, assistant.”
“Please be quiet, assistant.”
No matter how much Siwoo struggled and screamed, the twins, who had already made up their minds, had no intention of listening.
Well, if the twins were the type to obediently listen to a slave, Amelia wouldn’t have had such a headache.
The two girls, cradling Siwoo’s thighs like cushions, were gazing intently at his penis.
He could feel the tingling gaze and ticklish breath brushing against the area around his testicles.
“Odet, let’s do it at the same time.”
“Okay, sister.”
After exchanging glances, the two girls took a deep breath and slowly extended their tongues.
The warm sensation of their tongues crawling like slugs over his smooth, hairless testicles, which had been shaved for visual observation during the experiment.
“Ugh!”
Siwoo swallowed his breath.
At first, it was ticklish.
A sensation that felt like a poker was scraping at the lust in his stomach.
His penis, which he had barely managed to suppress, immediately twitched.
“Oh?”
“It moved!”
Odile and Odet were simultaneously surprised with the same expression and celebrated their achievement.
“It says it’s even better if you gently suck the scrotum, like kissing it.”
Odile, who had prior experience with kissing, stepped forward first.
Playing with his increasingly hard balls, she swirled them around with her tongue, then opened her bright red lips and took one into her mouth.
Having watched her older sister’s skillful demonstration, Odette pressed her nose close and bit down on the other ball.
Thus began the twins’ double fellatio.
The day I became a princess was the day I died.
It was a very ordinary day. I was on my way home from work, exhausted, when I was hit by a truck. It was a classic case of a truck accident. I remember the sound of the screeching tires and the blinding headlights. Then, everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a completely different world. I was lying in a luxurious bed, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. They called me “Princess.” I was told that I was the princess of the kingdom of Eldoria.
I was confused and disoriented. I didn’t understand what was happening. I was just an ordinary office worker, and now I was a princess? It was like something out of a fantasy novel.
But it was real. I was really a princess. And I had to live in this new world.
The first few days were a blur. I was introduced to the royal family, the court, and the customs of the kingdom. I had to learn a new language, new manners, and new ways of doing things. It was overwhelming.
But I was determined to adapt. I was a survivor, and I wasn’t going to let this new world beat me. I would learn everything I needed to know, and I would become the best princess I could be.
I spent my days studying, practicing, and learning. I learned about the history of the kingdom, the laws, and the customs. I learned how to dance, how to ride a horse, and how to wield a sword. I even learned how to speak the ancient language of the elves.
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 this new world. But I kept going. I had to.
And slowly, I began to find my place in this new world. I made friends, I learned to love the people of Eldoria, and I even started to feel like I belonged.
But I knew that I was still an outsider. I was still the girl who had died in a truck accident. And I knew that I could never truly be one of them.
But I was going to try. I was going to be the best princess I could be. And maybe, just maybe, I could find happiness in this new world.
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Chapter 1: The Princess’s Awakening
The first thing I noticed was the softness of the bed. It was like sleeping on a cloud. I had never slept on anything so comfortable in my life.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the bright light. I was in a large room, with high ceilings and ornate decorations. The walls were covered in tapestries, and the furniture was made of dark wood. It was like something out of a fairy tale.
I sat up in bed, my head spinning. I looked around, trying to make sense of where I was. I didn’t recognize anything. This wasn’t my room. This wasn’t my house.
Then, I saw them. There were three people standing by the bed, staring at me. They were all dressed in fine clothes, and they had a look of concern on their faces.
“Princess, are you alright?” one of them asked.
Princess? I was no princess. I was just an ordinary office worker. What was going on?
“Where am I?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“You are in the royal palace, Princess,” the same person replied. “You have been asleep for three days.”
Three days? I had been asleep for three days? That was impossible. I had just been on my way home from work. How could I have been asleep for three days?
“What happened?” I asked.
“You were in an accident, Princess,” another person said. “You were thrown from your carriage. We thought we had lost you.”
An accident? A carriage? This was all so confusing. I didn’t understand what was happening.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am your royal physician,” the first person said. “And these are your ladies-in-waiting.”
Ladies-in-waiting? This was all so strange. I was surrounded by people I didn’t know, in a place I didn’t recognize. And they were calling me “Princess.”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “I’m not a princess.”
The three people looked at each other, their faces filled with concern.
“Princess, are you sure you are alright?” the physician asked. “You are the Princess of Eldoria. You are the only daughter of King Oberon.”
King Oberon? Eldoria? I had never heard of any of this. This was all a dream. It had to be.
“I think I need to rest,” I said. “I’m very tired.”
“Of course, Princess,” the physician said. “We will leave you to rest. But please, call for us if you need anything.”
The three people bowed and left the room. I was left alone, in this strange, unfamiliar place.
I lay back down in bed, my mind racing. This was all so surreal. I had been hit by a truck, and now I was a princess in a fairy tale kingdom. It was like something out of a movie.
But it was real. I was really a princess. And I had to figure out what to do.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, old-fashioned music box. The kind you’d see in a dusty antique shop. The box was made of dark wood, and the surface was worn, with intricate carvings that looked like vines and flowers. When I opened the lid, a delicate melody began to play. It was a tune I’d never heard before, but it had a strangely familiar feel, like a forgotten memory.
I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no name, no card, just the box wrapped in plain brown paper. I tried to ask my family, but they all looked at me with puzzled expressions. They said they hadn’t sent me anything.
I placed the music box on my desk and listened to the melody several times. It was a beautiful, melancholic tune that seemed to stir something deep inside me. It was as if the music was telling a story, a story that I couldn’t quite grasp.
That night, I had a strange dream. I was standing in a vast, empty field, and the sky was a swirling mix of colors. The music from the box was playing in the background, and as I listened, the field began to transform. Flowers bloomed, trees grew tall, and a small cottage appeared in the distance.
I walked towards the cottage, and as I got closer, I saw a figure standing in the doorway. It was a young woman with long, dark hair and eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. She smiled at me, and I felt a strange sense of recognition, as if I had known her for a long time.
Then, I woke up. The music box was still playing on my desk, and the melody seemed even more poignant than before. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the dream was somehow connected to the music box.
The next day, I decided to do some research. I searched online for information about old music boxes, but I couldn’t find anything that matched the one I had. I even went to a few antique shops, but no one had ever seen anything like it.
I was starting to feel frustrated, but I couldn’t give up. There was something about the music box that drew me in, something that made me feel like I was on the verge of discovering something important.
That night, I had another dream. This time, I was in a different place. I was standing in a grand library, surrounded by towering bookshelves filled with ancient tomes. The music from the box was playing softly in the background, and as I listened, the books began to glow.
I reached out and touched one of the books, and as I did, the words on the page began to move and rearrange themselves. They formed a message, a message that seemed to be directed at me.
“The music holds the key,” the message read. “Follow the melody, and you will find the truth.”
I woke up with a start. The music box was still playing, and the melody seemed to be calling me. I knew what I had to do. I had to follow the music.
I decided to take a trip to the countryside, to a place where I could be alone and listen to the music without any distractions. I packed my bag, grabbed the music box, and set off on my journey.
As I traveled, I listened to the music over and over again. I tried to decipher the melody, to understand the story it was trying to tell. I felt like I was getting closer to something, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
Finally, I arrived at a small, secluded village. It was a place that seemed untouched by time, with old stone houses and winding cobblestone streets. I found a quiet spot by a stream and sat down to listen to the music.
As I listened, I closed my eyes and let the melody wash over me. I felt a strange sense of peace, as if I had finally come home. And then, I saw it.
In my mind’s eye, I saw a hidden path, a path that led into the woods. I knew that this was the path I had been searching for. I stood up, grabbed the music box, and began to walk.
The path was overgrown and winding, but I didn’t falter. I followed the music, and it led me deeper and deeper into the woods. Finally, I came to a clearing.
In the center of the clearing, there was a small, old well. It was covered in moss and vines, and it looked like it hadn’t been used in years. But as I looked at it, I knew that this was the place.
I approached the well and peered inside. It was dark and deep, and I couldn’t see the bottom. But as I listened to the music, I felt a strange pull, a pull that seemed to be coming from the well itself.
I reached out and touched the edge of the well, and as I did, the music box began to glow. The melody grew louder and more intense, and I felt a strange sensation, as if I was being pulled into the well.
I closed my eyes and let myself fall. I fell for what seemed like an eternity, and then, I landed on something soft. I opened my eyes and looked around.
I was in a strange, underground chamber. The walls were covered in glowing crystals, and the air was filled with a soft, ethereal light. In the center of the chamber, there was a pedestal, and on the pedestal, there was a book.
I walked towards the pedestal and picked up the book. It was old and worn, and the pages were filled with strange symbols and writings. As I touched the book, I felt a surge of energy, and I knew that this was the truth I had been searching for.
The book was a record of the past, a record of a time when magic was real. It told the story of a hidden world, a world that existed alongside our own. And it told the story of the music box, a magical artifact that held the key to this hidden world.
I spent hours reading the book, learning about the secrets of the past. I learned about the power of the music, and I learned about my own destiny. I realized that I was not just an ordinary person. I was a descendant of the ancient mages, and I had been chosen to protect the hidden world.
I knew that my journey was just beginning. I had found the truth, but now I had to use it. I had to protect the hidden world from those who would seek to destroy it.
I closed the book and looked around the chamber. The music box was still glowing, and the melody was still playing. I knew that I was ready. I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
I took a deep breath and stepped out of the chamber. I was no longer just an ordinary person. I was a guardian of the hidden world, and I was ready to fulfill my destiny.
The physical pleasure felt within the hot and complex oral mucosa.
Siwoo’s patience was lightly shattered.
It felt like my lower body was melting and becoming limp.
The sensation of blood rushing in, and a cock that began to grow vigorously.
Without either of them saying who spoke first, the twins opened their mouths.
“It’s done!”
“It got bigger!”
The dick, oblivious to its owner’s feelings, bobbed vigorously up and down as if demanding more.
Siwoo closed his eyes.
He didn’t know anymore.
He would just enjoy it.
Honestly, how much persecution and abuse had he suffered in this city?
He would just think of it as a good experience.
If he got caught, he would just die then.
“I don’t fucking know.”
Thinking that way made him feel much better.
The reality, which had been a hell of having to endure an erection while receiving all sorts of stimulation, transformed into a paradise that he couldn’t have bought even with money in his current life.
Was this what they called Wonhyo’s skull water?
“Hey, Herp, what does it say? Sluuurp…!”
While Odette diligently licked the pole to keep the thing she had just revived from dying, Odile read through the book.
“When a man’s pleasure reaches a certain level, he ejaculates… I know that, and that’s how babies are made, right?”
“Sluurp…. Yeah, but we can’t make them anyway!”
Odile, who was skipping over the explanation about ejaculation as if it were something she already knew, was left gaping.
A curse spilled from Odile’s mouth, who had been acting all high and mighty.
“This is totally, totally insane, isn’t it?”
“Why?”
Odette, who had been looking at Siwoo with a blissful smile, having given up on everything, flinched and then was equally horrified when she saw the page Odile was looking at.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she’d weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and her voice, raspy as dried leaves, was surprisingly strong.
“So, you’re the one who’s been causing all the ruckus?” she said, her gaze fixed on me.
I swallowed, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. “I… I didn’t mean to.”
She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “Mean to or not, you’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest. And now, you’re here, at my doorstep.”
I shifted my weight, the rough stone of her porch digging into my bare feet. “I don’t know what to do.”
“That’s the problem with you young’uns,” she said, shaking her head. “Always rushing in without a plan.”
She rose slowly, her joints creaking like an old door. “Come inside. We’ll talk.”
The interior of her house was dim, the air thick with the scent of herbs and dust. Shelves lined the walls, filled with jars and bottles of all shapes and sizes. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
“Sit,” she said, gesturing to a low stool near the fire.
I sat, my eyes darting around the room. It felt like stepping into another world, a place where time moved differently.
“Now,” she said, settling into a chair opposite me. “Tell me everything.”
And so I did. I told her about the strange dreams, the whispers in the woods, the feeling that I was being watched. I told her about the power that had awakened within me, the power that I didn’t understand and couldn’t control.
She listened patiently, her eyes never leaving mine. When I was finished, she was silent for a long moment, her gaze fixed on the fire.
“You’ve been touched by the old magic,” she said finally, her voice low. “The magic that sleeps beneath the earth, the magic that flows in the rivers and the trees.”
I stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” she said, “that you’re not like the others. You’re different. And that difference… it can be a gift, or it can be a curse.”
She leaned forward, her eyes piercing. “Which one it is, that’s up to you.”
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she’d weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and her hands, gnarled and worn, moved with surprising dexterity as she kneaded the dough. The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small kitchen, a comforting scent that had been a constant in my life.
“You’re staring again, my dear,” she chuckled, her voice raspy but warm. “Is there something on my face?”
I shook my head, a sheepish grin spreading across my face. “No, Grandma. I was just thinking about how amazing you are.”
She snorted, a sound that always made me smile. “Amazing? I’m just an old woman who knows how to bake bread. Nothing amazing about that.”
“But you’re not just any old woman,” I protested, leaning against the counter. “You’re my grandma. And you make the best bread in the world.”
She paused, her hands still working the dough, and looked at me, her eyes softening. “You always know how to make an old woman feel special, don’t you?”
I shrugged, my cheeks flushing slightly. “It’s true though. Your bread is magic.”
She laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that filled the room. “Magic, is it? Well, maybe it is a little bit. A little bit of love, a little bit of patience, and a whole lot of flour.”
I watched her, mesmerized, as she continued to work, her movements practiced and precise. It was a ritual I had witnessed countless times, yet it never failed to captivate me. The way she transformed simple ingredients into something so nourishing and comforting was nothing short of magical.
“Can I help?” I asked, eager to be a part of the process.
She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course, my dear. You can always help.”
And so, I joined her, my hands clumsily trying to mimic her graceful movements. The dough felt warm and yielding beneath my fingers, and the scent of yeast and flour filled my senses. It was in these moments, surrounded by the simple act of baking, that I felt most at peace.
“Grandma,” I said, my voice soft, “do you think… do you think I’ll ever be as good as you?”
She stopped kneading and looked at me, her eyes filled with a knowing warmth. “You already are, my dear. You just don’t know it yet.”
I smiled, my heart swelling with a love that was as warm and comforting as the bread she baked.
The first shock was that the woman also had to take off her clothes and show all her shameful parts, and the second shock was that such a large thing had to be inserted into the split between her legs.
It was a hole that I usually wondered why it even existed…
“….This is a bit….”
“….Sis, I feel nauseous.”
Odile’s face turned pale, and beside her, Odette was retching.
Of course, they had no intention of actually having sex.
Still, they had tried to at least simulate it, but the truth presented to them was far too shocking.
“A hard penis is inserted into a vagina that has secreted fluids, and then a piston motion is performed. The semen ejaculated in this way contains the seed of a baby, and if that seed meets an egg in the uterus, fertilization occurs, followed by implantation. After 36 weeks, a baby is born….”
Siwoo, who was about to lose his grip on reason, barely managed to regain his senses as the stimulation faded.
“Now you understand? Sex is something very indecent and lewd. That’s why it should only be done between people who love each other.”
It seemed they understood the mechanism of ejaculation but didn’t know everything about sex. Seeing Odile and Odette so shocked, he thought he could coax them into letting him escape.
“Can I go now? I’m starting to feel a little cold.”
An emergency meeting was held right in front of him.
“What should we do, sister? We can’t show our naked bodies to the assistant. How indecent.”
“……..”
They had learned from their master that a woman’s naked body was very important and should never be shown to a man. Even if that man was just a slave like Shin Siwoo, that wouldn’t change.
“There’s no other choice.”
Odile sighed deeply.
“Let’s stop here for today.”
“That’s a wise decision!”
Released from his restraints, Siwoo was overjoyed and tried to put on the underwear that had been around his ankles. The twins’ saliva was still wet on his balls, but considering their beauty, it wasn’t so unpleasant that he couldn’t bear it.
“Wait!”
Just as Siwoo was about to pull up his worn-out underwear, Odile’s interruption came.
The old man’s eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on me.
“You’re the one who’s been causing a stir lately.”
His voice was low and heavy, like the sound of a large stone rolling down a hill. I swallowed nervously.
“I… I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t play coy with me. I’ve seen it all. The way you’ve been moving, the way you’ve been fighting. You’re not just some ordinary kid.”
I remained silent. There was no point in denying it. He had already seen through me.
“I’ve been watching you for a while now. You’ve got potential. A lot of it.”
He paused, his gaze piercing.
“But potential alone isn’t enough. You need to be trained. You need to be honed.”
My heart pounded in my chest. Was this what I had been waiting for? Was this the opportunity I had been seeking?
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
The old man chuckled, a dry, raspy sound.
“They call me the Master. And from now on, you will call me Master as well.”
He stood up, his tall frame casting a long shadow over me.
“Come. We have much to do.”
I followed him without hesitation. I knew that my life was about to change forever.
I’m in favor too.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you’d see in old movies, with a delicate ballerina spinning on top. The box was made of dark wood, polished to a sheen, and inlaid with mother-of-pearl flowers. It was beautiful, but I couldn’t figure out who had sent it. There was no card, no return address, just the box sitting on my doorstep.
I wound it up, and a tinkling melody filled the room. It was a simple tune, but strangely haunting. As the ballerina twirled, I felt a peculiar sensation, like a shiver running down my spine. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… odd.
I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out the mystery of the music box. I asked my family, my friends, even the mailman, but no one knew anything about it. It was as if it had appeared out of thin air.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. The melody of the music box kept playing in my head. I got out of bed and went to my desk, where I had left the box. I wound it up again, and the ballerina began to spin.
As I watched her, I noticed something strange. The ballerina’s movements weren’t quite right. They were jerky, almost unnatural. And then, I saw it. Her eyes. They were tiny, black beads, and they seemed to be staring right at me.
A chill ran down my spine. I quickly shut the lid of the music box, cutting off the music and the ballerina’s gaze. I didn’t know why, but I felt a sense of unease, a feeling that something was very wrong.
I decided to put the music box away, in a drawer where I wouldn’t have to see it. But even then, I could still hear the faint melody, echoing in my mind. It was as if the music box had somehow become a part of me.
The next day, things started to get even stranger. I began to see things that weren’t there, hear whispers in the wind, and feel like I was being watched. It was like the world around me was shifting, becoming distorted.
I tried to ignore it, to tell myself it was just my imagination, but the feeling persisted. The music box was the only thing that made sense, the only thing that felt real.
I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t keep living like this, with this strange, unsettling feeling hanging over me. I decided to try and find out where the music box had come from, to unravel the mystery behind it.
I started by looking for any clues, any markings on the box that might lead me to its origins. I examined every inch of it, but there was nothing, no maker’s mark, no inscription, nothing. It was as if the box had no history, no past.
I was starting to feel hopeless, like I was chasing a ghost. But then, I remembered something. The melody. It was a simple tune, but it was unique. Maybe, just maybe, I could find someone who recognized it.
I decided to go to a local music store, hoping that someone there might know the song. I brought the music box with me, and when I showed it to the store owner, his eyes widened.
“Where did you get this?” he asked, his voice trembling.
I told him the story, about how I had received it as a gift, and how strange things had been happening since then. He listened intently, his face growing paler with each word.
When I finished, he took a deep breath and said, “This music box… it’s not what it seems.”
He told me that the music box was very old, and that it was rumored to be cursed. He said that the melody it played was a siren song, a lure for something dark and ancient.
I didn’t know what to believe. Was this all just a coincidence, or was there something more to it? I looked at the music box, at the ballerina with her black bead eyes, and I felt a shiver of fear.
I knew I had to get rid of it, to destroy it before it could do any more harm. But as I reached for the music box, I felt a strange pull, a compulsion to wind it up again.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the key. The melody was calling to me, whispering promises of power and knowledge. I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn’t resist.
I wound the key, and the ballerina began to spin. The music filled the room, and I felt myself being drawn into its depths. The world around me began to fade, and I was left with only the music, and the ballerina’s black bead eyes staring into my soul.
Even though there was no direct insertion sex, if it gets out that I had shameful sex education in this mansion, I’m dead anyway.
Maybe she’ll do it with her mouth like before.
With a thought process that was extremely Takasho-esque, Siwoo nonchalantly pulled down his pants.
“That’s a great idea!”
Odile slammed the book shut and approached Siwoo.
“Okay, then, I’ll take it that there are no objections…”
“Ho ho? You’re suddenly very proactive, aren’t you?”
“Because once this is over, I’ll be able to go back to the dorm.”
Siwoo brazenly raised his head.
If I’m going to be used to the fullest anyway, and I’m going to die no matter what, I might as well feel good about it.
Siwoo carelessly pulled out his dick.
I was born into a family that ran a small restaurant.
My parents were always busy. They were always covered in flour, and their hands were always rough.
I grew up watching them.
I was a kid who was always alone.
I didn’t have many friends, and I wasn’t particularly good at studying.
I just liked to watch my parents make food.
The way they kneaded the dough, the way they chopped the vegetables, the way they seasoned the food.
Everything was fascinating to me.
When I was in elementary school, I started helping out at the restaurant.
I started by doing simple things like setting the table and washing dishes.
But as I got older, I started to help with the cooking.
I learned how to make noodles from my mother, and I learned how to make soup from my father.
I was always happy when I was in the kitchen.
It was the only place where I felt like I belonged.
When I was in high school, I started to think about my future.
I didn’t want to go to college.
I wanted to be a chef.
I told my parents about my dream.
They were surprised, but they didn’t object.
They said that if that’s what I wanted to do, then I should do it.
So, after graduating from high school, I went to culinary school.
I learned a lot of things there.
I learned about different cuisines, and I learned about different cooking techniques.
But the most important thing I learned was that cooking is not just about making food.
It’s about creating something that people will enjoy.
It’s about sharing your love with others.
After graduating from culinary school, I started working at a small restaurant.
I worked there for a few years, and I learned a lot.
But I wanted to do something more.
I wanted to open my own restaurant.
So, I quit my job and started looking for a place.
It took me a while, but I finally found a small space in a quiet neighborhood.
I renovated the space myself, and I opened my restaurant.
I named it “The Taste of Home.”
I wanted to create a place where people could come and feel like they were at home.
I wanted to serve food that was made with love.
The first few months were difficult.
Not many people came to my restaurant.
But I didn’t give up.
I kept cooking, and I kept trying to improve.
Slowly but surely, people started to come.
They liked my food, and they liked the atmosphere of my restaurant.
Word of mouth spread, and soon, my restaurant was full every night.
I was so happy.
I had finally achieved my dream.
I was a chef, and I was sharing my love with others.
I still work hard every day.
I still try to improve my cooking.
But I’m happy.
I’m doing what I love.
And that’s all that matters.
