Chapter 1214 – #285_상자(6)
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-Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Oxana’s toes, crushed under a muscular body like a wild horse, twisted as if they had cramped.
“Ugh… Ah…?!”
An orgasm that had been hammered in like a pile driver, with her autonomic and sympathetic nervous systems extremely activated.
As a result, her pelvic floor muscles contracted, and other muscles reacted in a chain, causing her toes to wiggle.
Siwoo was practically crushing Oxana, who was already smaller than him, so he couldn’t see the tips of her feet sticking out over his shoulder.
But even without seeing it, he could feel it directly.
The way her pussy was squeezing, as if she was no longer walking the path of magic, but living only to be a receptacle for a mere male’s semen.
-Gush! Gush! Gush!
“Hoo-gik! Huk! He-ek! Ho-ok?! O-gok!”
Siwoo was able to hear Oxana’s praise as he shot his load deep inside her.
It wasn’t exactly proper language, but it could roughly be interpreted as, ‘It’s so, so good that my head is turning white and I’m making weird noises, but I can’t control myself at all, Siwoo-nim is the best.’
Goal achieved for now.
Another node had fallen into a stunned state.
“……”
“……”
Meanwhile, the finale of the mating scene was a bit more explicit for the witches watching from behind.
Like when you forcefully push a lot of cream into a chou à la crème (or patachou) to make a cream puff.
The white cream, which had filled Oxana’s warm, swollen intercourse area, gushed out as it was pushed out.
-Sluuuurp!
“Heee-eugh?!”
Just when she thought, ‘When will it stop coming out?’ a huge, thick cock slid out, and even more viscous white semen flowed down her perineum from the hole that had suffered such hardship.
It was a sight that made it hard to imagine how much he had to shoot to make it flow out like that.
“Hoo….”
As Siwoo raised his body, Oxana, who had been using Siwoo’s shoulder as a support, slumped down.
She had lost consciousness, but the beads of sweat on her forehead and the tear tracks around her eyes left a deep impression on her face, which was filled with a blissful afterglow.
It was the expression of a woman who had grabbed the doorknob of heaven.
-Gulp
The witches swallowed hard as they watched Siwoo shake off his sweat, turning their heads with a snap.
None of them missed a thing.
They engraved it clearly in their eyes and ears.
Siwoo’s wild horse-like stamina and the technique that surpassed it.
The scene where Oxana was helplessly screaming and shouting, ‘Save me!’
The scene where, at some point, she was scratching his back with her nails and crying, ‘Please mess up Oxana’s pussy even more!’
And finally, the scene where she writhed in excessive pleasure, lost consciousness, and then was forcibly awakened by pleasure, struggling.
The puppets in the box, following Orseria’s orders.
They felt two emotions at the same time.
They were afraid.
But they were also curious.
“Hmm, this is going to be difficult.”
That’s when Orseria intervened.
She had sensed a crisis due to her extraordinary senses.
The three nodes that made up Arca, ‘Amira,’ ‘Malin,’ and ‘Oxana,’ had gone bad.
Although it had turned into a ridiculous duel, Siwoo’s ‘caliber’ as a male was real.
It was strangely anticlimactic to talk about caliber in bed, but who could she blame?
It was Orseria herself who had initially proposed a bed battle as a way to ‘corrode’ him.
But she still had many cards in her hand.
While infecting the three nodes, Siwoo’s corrosion rate had soared to 52%.
This meant that the corrosion was progressing smoothly.
“At this point, I’m curious about your reaction. The reaction when you finally succumb to your instincts and become one with me.”
The witches gathered here were ultimately puppets corroded by Orseria.
They had been immersed in sweet dreams within Arca, and when they realized the nature of the corrosion, their reactions were all different.
Like a collector who cherishes their artifacts, Orseria treasured each and every last moment of their demise in her heart.
The tall, lanky Malin had clung to Orseria’s skirt, pathetically wailing, ‘I don’t want to disappear…!’
The self-proclaimed princess Amira, who had talked about the dignity of the royal family, had panicked, her face pale, screaming her teacher’s name.
Oxana, who had set out to defeat Orseria, had groveled and fawned, saying she would do anything she was told.
None of them had ever shown such a novel struggle as Siwoo.
Imagining his demise was a refreshing breeze in a life dulled by stimulation.
“Do you still think you can win?”
“Arithmetically, yes.”
By the time Siwoo had found a way to break through, the corrosion was already about halfway through.
This corrosion was like a collapsing sandcastle, and the more parts that crumbled, the faster the collapse would accelerate.
He was a terminal cancer patient with a death sentence.
The corrosion had spread to every corner of his mind, reaching a point of no return.
“It’s a messy sight that makes me wonder if I should keep watching… but, well, fine. Show me your last struggle.”
Like a snake that doesn’t loosen its grip when its prey’s resistance weakens, Orseria didn’t respond carelessly, even with those words.
Siwoo realized that Orseria had raised the level of stimulation.
When her existing tactic of ‘teasing’ didn’t seem to be very effective, she had offered a fruit with a higher threshold of poison.
Orseria understood depravity and corruption.
She knew the dark, hidden sadism and desire for conquest that lurked in the depths of a male’s heart.
She knew how to tear down a man’s pathetic hypocrisy, and how to manipulate and play with him.
“M-Master. Let me introduce you. There are plenty of toys prepared for you in the mansion! What would you like to enjoy first?”
Siwoo, already in a semi-rut, felt his mind reel once again at the sight before him.
-Snap!
Following Luna’s signal, a spotlight turned on in one of the darkened bedrooms.
“The first course for our master is the black lily corner!”
Under the light, two witches were kissing each other.
One had the same sturdy brown skin and jet-black hair as Amira.
The other had white skin that seemed to show her veins, and snow-white hair.
The two were clinging to each other, displaying a very sensual kiss, and this closeness wasn’t simply due to their own will.
Their pointed nipples were connected by a single piercing, and even their extremely sensitive clitorises forced the two women into an unavoidable embrace.
“A corner where lesbian witch couples, whose bodies, minds, nipples, and clitorises are all one, are forcibly separated by a huge cock! The penetration of a cock into a white lily lesbian is always a beloved genre!”
“Are they really a couple?”
“Who knows? Wouldn’t you find out if you fucked them?”
“……”
“You don’t like it? Don’t worry! There are many other toys!”
Luna continued her presentation.
“A corner where you can choose your own ass-slave for our master who likes anal sex!”
The next spotlight shone on five witches, who were bowing with their hands on their knees as if greeting someone.
The only clothes they were allowed to wear were panties with holes in the buttocks area.
They were lined up in order of height, from a very small witch of about 140 cm to a slender witch of about 170 cm, so the height of their buttocks was different.
The smallest witch was standing on a footstool.
It was probably done to make it easier to fuck them, considering the height difference.
“Anal sex doesn’t have much difference in sensation, right? But the difference in tightness depending on the size is clear! The insides are topped with plenty of oil, so all you have to do is compare and fuck! Goodness! You’re still not satisfied with this?”
Luna turned her body flamboyantly and pointed to the next corner.
“There’s also a documentary sex corner for our master whose brain has been broken! If you want even stronger stimulation, I highly recommend it!”
There was a neatly dressed witch and a corkboard full of photos.
Upon closer inspection, they were photos of the witch going about her daily life and her time as a trainee witch.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a corner where you can see the glorious days of a witch who has to do miserable hostess sex for a man she doesn’t even know, in a documentary format! Enjoy the panorama of the vast difference in status, from a pure trainee witch growing into a noble witch and then falling into a disposable onahole!”
It was like a well-packaged product.
“There are other corners too! Witches can’t get pregnant, but magic can do anything! A mommy corner that perfectly recreates the physical conditions of early, mid, and late pregnancy!”
Using moral depravity as wrapping paper, they had created scenes that couldn’t be done in normal relationships, maximizing visual stimulation.
“A double-hole sex corner with Luna’s help!”
As if claiming that a woman’s dignity or rights were worth less than the tissue used to clean up after masturbation.
It was an object of depravity that fit in a space where one could vent their desires without worrying about what others thought.
But the scary thing was the way Siwoo himself was feeling a bewitched attraction.
Was it because the corrosion had progressed?
Or was it just a dark part of his instincts that had come out?
“Wow, these are really great corners. Don’t you think so?”
In the distance, Orseria was grinning as if watching a play.
“Taboo is the most contradictory word in the long history of mankind.”
Humans had given up their freedom and put on the thorny crown of taboo.
This wasn’t created by someone’s coercion.
It was a sacred act of self-harm that the vast majority of society had carried out with tacit or explicit consent for the sake of common utility.
But in reality, the human psyche wants to throw off taboos.
It wants to be free from taboos.
Paradoxically, the act of breaking taboos had become the exclusive domain of the upper class and the ruling class.
Because not just anyone could break them, they were special, and because not just anyone could break them…
“If you break them, it feels the best.”
If you changed the perspective a little, it was a phrase you’d heard a lot.
It was so annoying.
Get out of the shackles of a commoner, it’s been weeks!
A transcendent being is like, huh? I’m going to live a little differently from others! And you’re going to complain about that! You’re a transcendent being too!
How many times had he heard the same words?
Although the statement, ‘Isn’t it funny that humans who create taboos themselves like to break them?’ was a bit novel.
“……”
Right now, his mood wasn’t very good, separate from his lower body.
If it were the usual Siwoo, he would have just scoffed and moved on.
But right now, Orseria’s long-winded speech was going in one ear and out the other.
Because there were so many delicious things in front of him.
Maybe…
He might not have as much time as he thought.
