## Chapter 210 – #46_Before You Regret It (5)
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Sharon, crouched like a frog on top of Siwoo.
Her usually neat bangs were disheveled, clinging to her forehead with sweat, making her look bewitching. Though she was a witch and would never give birth, if Sharon were an ordinary human, she seemed like she would have an easy delivery, judging by her childbearing hips. Even in a squatting position, her beautiful hips, not entirely hidden by her thighs, subtly descended.
“Ah… haa… ah…”
The deeper I penetrate, the hotter and wetter Sharon’s insides become.
Sharon, her arm supporting Siwoo’s stomach, finally swallowed all the objects as if by magic.
남성기를 꽉꽉 물어대는 오돌토돌한 질 점막의 해자를 지나치면 꼭꼭 숨어있던 탱글한 자궁구가 귀두를 반겨준다.
The old woman, who had been staring blankly into the air, suddenly turned her head. Her eyes, clouded with age, focused on me.
“You… you’re not from around here, are you?”
Her voice was raspy, like dry leaves crunching underfoot. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.
“That’s right. I’m just passing through.”
“Passing through…” The old woman repeated my words, her gaze fixed on my face. “This isn’t a place where people just pass through.”
I didn’t know what to say. It was true that this village, nestled deep in the mountains, felt isolated from the rest of the world. It was a place where time seemed to flow differently.
“What brings you here?” she asked, her voice softening slightly.
“I… I’m looking for someone,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
The old woman’s eyes widened slightly. “Looking for someone? In this place?”
I nodded again. “Yes. I heard they might be here.”
She was silent for a long time, her gaze drifting back to the empty space in front of her. I waited patiently, not daring to break the silence.
Finally, she spoke again, her voice low and solemn. “This village… it holds many secrets. Some are best left buried.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. “What do you mean?”
The old woman turned her gaze back to me, her eyes filled with a strange sadness. “If you seek someone here, be prepared to face the truth. The truth can be a cruel thing.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “I understand.”
“Do you?” she asked, her voice laced with doubt. “I wonder if you truly do.”
She stood up slowly, her frail body trembling slightly. “Come,” she said, “I will show you the way.”
I followed her without a word, my mind filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The old woman led me through the narrow, winding paths of the village, her footsteps surprisingly steady despite her age.
The houses were old and dilapidated, their roofs covered in moss and their walls crumbling. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. It was a place that felt both ancient and forgotten.
As we walked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. The eyes of the villagers seemed to follow me from behind closed doors and darkened windows. It was as if they knew something I didn’t, something that made them wary of me.
The old woman stopped in front of a small, dilapidated house at the edge of the village. The door was hanging crookedly on its hinges, and the windows were covered with grime.
“This is where they used to live,” she said, her voice barely audible.
I stared at the house, my heart sinking. It was a place of neglect and decay, a place that seemed to hold only sadness and despair.
“Are they… still here?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
The old woman shook her head slowly. “No. They left a long time ago.”
My heart sank even further. “Do you know where they went?”
She was silent for a long time, her gaze fixed on the dilapidated house. Finally, she spoke again, her voice low and solemn.
“They went to a place where no one can follow.”
I felt a wave of despair wash over me. “What do you mean?”
The old woman turned her gaze to me, her eyes filled with a strange sadness. “They went to the other side.”
I stared at her, my mind reeling. “The other side? What is that?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing alone in front of the dilapidated house.
I stood there for a long time, my mind filled with questions and doubts. The old woman’s words echoed in my head, a chilling reminder of the secrets this village held.
I knew then that my search was far from over. I had come to this place seeking answers, but I had only found more questions. And I knew, with a growing sense of dread, that the truth I sought might be more than I could bear.
“Haaang…. Looking at it like this… it’s really unbelievable… it all fits…”
“Yeah, it’s sticking out a little.”
“No way… it’s real?”
Sharon poked her belly, as if she couldn’t believe it even after seeing it and doing it herself.
워낙에 군살 없이 매끈한 복부여서인지 시우의 자지가 전부 삽입되자 거짓말처럼 살짝 부풀어 오른 하복부.
Sharon lightly pressed down on the branded skin, enough to feel her touch.
“Like this… like this… like this… haa… ugh…!”
Sharon, having fully settled into position, cautiously began to move her hips back and forth.
But after swaying her hips like she was dancing for just ten seconds, she stiffened up. Sharon’s legs trembled, and she lost her balance, staggering.
“Why?”
“Your, your thing… it’s like… swirling and rubbing… it’s making me dizzy… I feel lightheaded.”
Sharon, who had initially planned to move her hips diligently to please Siwoo, realized that it wasn’t as easy as she thought.
The sensation was completely different from when I was simply being poked back and forth, my uterus getting a little massage.
I was born in a small village in the countryside.
My parents were farmers, and I spent my childhood running around the fields. I loved the smell of the earth and the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
When I was seven, I started going to the village school. I wasn’t a particularly good student, but I enjoyed learning new things. I especially loved reading stories.
One day, I found a book in the school library about a girl who could fly. I was so fascinated by the story that I read it over and over again. I started to imagine myself flying, soaring through the sky like a bird.
I spent hours practicing jumping off the roof of my house, hoping that one day I would be able to fly. Of course, I never did. But I never gave up hope.
When I was twelve, my parents decided to move to the city. I was sad to leave my village, but I was also excited to see what the city was like.
The city was a very different place from my village. There were tall buildings, busy streets, and lots of people. I felt a little lost at first, but I soon made friends at my new school.
I continued to read books, and I started to write my own stories. I wrote about my village, about my dreams of flying, and about the people I met in the city.
I never forgot my childhood in the countryside. It was a time of simple pleasures and big dreams. It was a time that shaped me into the person I am today.
한 치의 빈틈도 없이 착실하게 밀착된 단단한 자지가 질벽을 애무하며 거칠게 후비게 된다.
귀두에 의해 압박받은 아가방 입구가 딥키스 하듯 음란하게 짓이겨지면 이대로 털썩 주저앉아버리고 싶을 정도의 황홀함이 농축되어 흘러나왔다.
The world was a stage, and I, a mere extra.
That was the kind of life I had lived.
I was born as the youngest son of a wealthy family, but I was not the main character. I was just a supporting character, a background character.
My older brothers were all talented and handsome, and they were all loved by everyone. I was just a shadow, a mere existence that was not even noticed.
I didn’t have any particular talent, and I wasn’t particularly handsome. I was just an ordinary person, and I lived an ordinary life.
I didn’t have any dreams, and I didn’t have any goals. I just lived each day as it came, without any particular purpose.
I was just a background character, and I was content with that.
But one day, my life changed.
It was the day I met her.
She was a beautiful woman, with long, flowing black hair and eyes that sparkled like stars. She was like a goddess, and I was immediately captivated by her.
I had never felt this way before. I had never been interested in anyone, but she was different. She was special.
I wanted to get to know her, and I wanted to be with her.
But I knew that it was impossible.
She was too beautiful, and I was too ordinary. She was the main character, and I was just an extra.
I knew that I could never be with her, but I couldn’t help but want her.
I decided to watch her from afar. I would just be a background character, watching her from the sidelines.
I would be content with that.
But one day, she noticed me.
She smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat.
I couldn’t believe it. She had noticed me.
She walked towards me, and I felt like I was going to faint.
“Hello,” she said. “What’s your name?”
I was so nervous that I couldn’t even speak.
“My name is…” I finally managed to say. “My name is… Lee Jinwoo.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Jinwoo,” she said. “My name is Han Sooyoung.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe that I was talking to her.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Sooyoung,” I said.
“I’ve seen you around,” she said. “You seem like a nice person.”
I was so happy that she thought I was a nice person.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Would you like to have coffee with me?” she asked.
I couldn’t believe my ears. She was asking me to have coffee with her.
“Yes,” I said. “I would love to.”
And that’s how my life changed.
I was no longer just a background character. I was now a part of her story.
I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that I wanted to be with her.
I wanted to be with Han Sooyoung.
I wanted to be her main character.
“Ugh….hmph….haaa….ah…”
Sharon’s moans, which had started with a cute nasal sound, grew louder and louder. Her head tilted back, her curtain-like green hair cascading down her back, and with her eyes tightly closed, Sharon was panting in ecstasy.
-Squish squish squish!
빈틈없이 자지에 달라붙은 여린 속살이 구석구석 마사지 되며 울리는 천박한 소리.
언제나 시우의 자지를 즐겁게 해주었던 아름다운 가슴은 그녀의 몸짓마다 출렁이며 완벽한 시각적 자극을 제공해주었다.
“I…I feel so good… I’m going crazy… Siwoo… Siwoo, ahn…”
Sharon felt a jolt, like static electricity. The sensation of goosebumps all over her body, feeling so hot yet so cold at the same time, was a prelude to the peak she had experienced before.
Having forgotten both her demure posture and her calm voice.
그저 절정의 춤을 추고 암컷의 교성을 내뱉기 직전의 그 느낌이다.
“I…I think I’m gonna…come… a big one… bigger than before… hnnng… Ah, ah, aahhh…!”
From the start, one orgasm, immediately followed by the eruption of mana, had already left Sharon’s pussy, heated and defenseless.
Sharon’s body, which had been spread out, contracted as if scorched by the intense heat of pleasure.
Sharon bowed her head and hunched her body, swaying her hips back and forth.
“Ugh, uh-huh…hmm…hnnng…uh…!”
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange letter.
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It was a thick, cream-colored envelope, sealed with a wax stamp of a bizarre, unidentifiable crest. The sender’s address was nowhere to be found, and the only thing written on the front was my name, in elegant, flowing calligraphy.
I cautiously opened the envelope, my heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Inside, there was a single sheet of heavy paper, and on it, a message written in the same beautiful script as my name on the envelope.
*To the one who has reached the age of twenty,*
*We invite you to the ‘Library of the Unwritten.’*
*Your presence is required.*
*The Keeper of the Unwritten*
The letter was short, but it left me with a strange feeling. The ‘Library of the Unwritten’… what was that? And who was the ‘Keeper of the Unwritten’? It all sounded like something out of a fantasy novel.
I looked around my small apartment. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the room. I was a university student, living a normal, mundane life. This letter felt like a crack in the ordinary, a doorway to something unknown.
I didn’t know what to do. Should I ignore it? Or should I follow this mysterious invitation? My heart was telling me to go, to see what this ‘Library of the Unwritten’ was all about.
I decided to pack a small bag, just in case. I put in a change of clothes, a notebook, and a pen. I didn’t know what I would find, but I wanted to be prepared.
As I stepped out of my apartment, the city lights seemed to shimmer with a strange, otherworldly glow. I felt like I was stepping into a different world, a world where the ordinary rules didn’t apply.
I had no idea where to go, but I had a feeling that I would know when I got there. I just had to trust my instincts and follow the path that had been laid out for me.
The night was dark and full of secrets, and I was ready to uncover them.
훨씬 빨라진 허리놀림은 자지가 더 거칠게 질구멍울 휘저음을 의미했다.
Sharon twisted her waist, biting her lip until it was white, holding her breath.
It’s not for the sake of magical research.
Because I purely wanted to feel the climax.
이 몸에서 쾌락을 느끼고 싶었기 떄문에 마치 몸을 파는 여인처럼 천박하게 자지 위에서 춤을 추고 있는 것이다.
My chest, heaving up and down as if I were running, would be completely visible to Siwoo.
This lewd face, utterly melted down, having lost all restraint and composure, would also be fully visible from this angle.
It’s terribly shameful, yet at the same time, an irrational urge swells within me, a desire that ‘I wish Siwoo would look at me more.’
“I, I… I’m sorry… Siwoo… I think… I’m going to go… before you…”
The range of movement instinctively narrowed.
민감하게 변해버린 자궁구 중에서도 특히나 예민한 곳이 한껏 자지에 비벼지도록 움직였기 때문이다.
It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming.
A great magic is coming, one that will dye Sharon Evergreen’s hair white, and turn the witch into a female purring in a male’s arms.
“Ugh…! Haa… haaang… aaaaang…!!!”
Sharon’s body, which had been curled up to its limit, snapped open like a bowstring that had been cut.
Her thighs trembled, and her knees, which had been drawn in almost touching, spread outward, revealing Sharon’s gaping cunt, which pulsed and gurgled with a whitish fluid.
“Ugh!”
A climax much faster than I expected.
시우는 마치 손으로 쥐어짜는 듯이 시우의 자지를 단단히 움켜쥐는 샤론의 질압에 경악했다.
It’s different from before again.
그 전에는 풋풋한 수줍음이 느껴지는 질내 점막이었다면 지금은 절정으로 농익어 쾌락을 추구하는 듯한 느낌이었다.
“Hah… ahh…. hic… ugh….. uuu….”
Sharon swayed her hips as if she were dancing.
공교롭게도 자지가 깊이 박힌 상태로 추는 춤은 쾌락을 덜어내기는커녕 설탕보다 달콤한 추가분의 쾌락을 강제했다.
“Ah… ha… ah…”
Sharon’s body tilted forward.
Unable to support herself any longer, she slumped against Siwoo’s chest.
“Heh… heh…”
Even as her orgasm wasn’t completely over, her twitching pussy lips intermittently nipped at his cock.
Her rough breaths and disheveled hair tickled Siwoo.
Even completely limp like a wet cotton ball, she wasn’t particularly heavy.
Sharon, who had been just breathing like a wounded deer for about a minute, said in a low voice.
“S-sorry… I was going to go together… but I went alone…”
“Did you like it that much?”
Once she had gone at it with gusto, Sharon recalled what she had done.
Instead of answering, she gave a small nod.
Judging by her ears, which were flushed red beneath her hair, she seemed very embarrassed.
After that, Sharon’s legs gave out to the point where she could no longer crouch, so I changed positions.
Sharon, facing Siwoo, sits on the edge of the bed and pulls him into a hug.
It’s a face-to-face seated embrace.
“This is kind of uncomfortable to move around in.”
Because our bodies are pressed so tightly together, penetration is deep, but the range of motion is limited. Of course, it’s not bad feeling Sharon’s soft breasts bumping against my chest and holding her slender waist, but…
I couldn’t help but worry if it might be a little lacking.
However, Sharon’s satisfaction with the cowgirl position was higher than any other. When they were in the missionary or woman-on-top positions, she felt a sense of distance, which was a shame, but in this position, with her legs wrapped around Siwoo’s waist and being held close, she felt more like one with him than at any other moment.
“Haaah… I, I like it like this…? It feels so reassuring…hehe…”
It was romantic and cozy.
It felt like drinking warm mulled wine.
If the mental satisfaction of being snuggled close to Siwoo was the pleasure of the fragrant cinnamon and fruit aromas, then the subtle pleasure from the insertion was like feeling the lingering scent of tipsy alcohol…
I had wanted to try it ever since I saw it in a movie, and it was better than I expected.
“Still… if we just stay like this, it feels like it’ll never end.”
“Hic!”
Siwoo lowered his hand from her waist and firmly grasped Sharon’s buttocks.
It was obvious, but they were bigger than her breasts.
Her skin was still soft and supple, but perhaps due to the difference in muscle mass inside, they felt a bit more firm.
Still, the satisfaction of having them fill his hand like this was probably something he wouldn’t find anywhere else on her body.
“I’m going to move.”
“Hhh… Ugh…! S-slow down a little… okay? I’m feeling it so much right now…”
As her buttocks spread to the sides, the depth of the insertion naturally deepened as well.
His cock began to rub against her cervix much deeper and more intensely than in the missionary position.
Sharon hugged Siwoo’s neck even tighter and whispered anxiously.
-Swish swish swish
“Haa… Hh… Hng… Aah…”
Perhaps because it wasn’t a vigorous movement, the sound of skin rubbing together was louder than the sound of wetness.
It seemed that Sharon wasn’t lying when she said she was feeling it a lot.
Every time he poked inside, her vaginal walls would clench so tightly that it felt even better than the first insertion.
“Don’t spread your butt… too much… I’m embarrassed… haa… ungh… hnn…!”
“What’s the big deal? You can’t even see it anyway.”
“Still… hic… ugh… hng…!”
As he gripped her firm buttocks and moved them up and down, her range of motion increased significantly. Sharon, now being targeted more efficiently, rested her chin on Siwoo’s shoulder and groaned.
Her arms, which had been tentatively hugging my back and neck, tightened their grip.
-Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze!
I thought it would take much longer since it was the second time.
Sharon’s insides feel so good.
It felt like my semen was being urged out on its own, even though I hadn’t moved much.
This time, too, Sharon’s body began to tremble first.
“I… there… there… it’s so good…!”
Her thighs, wrapped around Siwoo’s waist, tightened, and Sharon’s body trembled along with them.
It was the prelude to the orgasm she had experienced three times already.
-Whiiirrr!
At the same time, the absorption of magic began.
This time, it was even before the climax had started.
“Hyaa…! Again… I’m being sucked in again…!”
The tendrils of magic, branching out, widened the narrow entrance, and as they probed every corner of her womb, Sharon finally reached her climax.
“Ah, ah, ahhh… haaaah…!!!”
With the gushing ejaculation, the massively replicated magic once again began to fill Sharon’s brand. Magic flowed into every nook and cranny of the three brands, where it had never been before.
“Ughhh… hhhuhuhuk…!!!”
Almost sobbing, Sharon hugged Siwoo tightly. Her vagina, spasming as if broken, repeatedly contracted and relaxed, gushing out not only magic but also semen.
“Haaaaaah!!”
A pleasure incomparable to simply experiencing an orgasm. Sharon’s body, half-fainted from the wave of that ecstasy, slumped.
“Hoo… hoo….”
Shiwoo, still feeling the afterglow, squeezed Sharon’s trembling buttocks.
The best.
절정하는 순간 샤론의 보짓살은 그야말로 정액 추출기나 다름없었다.
사정없이 사지를 쥐어짜며 빨아들이는 돌기의 황홀함이란 따로 형용하기도 어려울 것이다.
We held each other like that for a long while, each savoring the lingering afterglow.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of a life lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She sat on the porch, a small, wooden stool her throne, and watched the world go by. The sun beat down on her, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was lost in her own thoughts, a world of memories and stories.
A young boy, no older than seven, approached her cautiously. He held a small, wilted flower in his hand, its petals drooping like a sad puppy’s ears. He offered it to her, his eyes wide with a mixture of hope and trepidation.
“Grandma,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, “I picked this for you.”
The old woman’s lips curved into a smile, a network of wrinkles deepening around her mouth. She took the flower, her fingers gnarled and twisted, and held it up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing for a moment.
“It smells like sunshine,” she said, her voice raspy but warm. “Thank you, my little one.”
The boy’s face lit up, his fear replaced by a wide, beaming smile. He sat down next to her, his small body pressed against her side. They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the nearby trees.
“Grandma,” the boy said after a while, “tell me a story.”
The old woman chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “Which story do you want to hear today?” she asked. “The one about the mischievous goblin, or the one about the princess who turned into a bird?”
The boy’s eyes widened. “The princess!” he exclaimed. “Tell me about the princess!”
The old woman smiled again, her eyes twinkling. She began to speak, her voice weaving a tale of magic and wonder, of love and loss, of a princess who flew among the stars. The boy listened, his eyes fixed on her face, his imagination soaring with her words. The sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, but they didn’t notice. They were lost in the story, in the world that the old woman had created with her words.
