## Chapter 221 – #49_Reflection(5)
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Sharon’s ample breasts, soft as marshmallows, slumped against Siwoo’s exhausted upper body.
A woman’s body has more subcutaneous fat than a man’s.
Sharon’s breasts, belly, and limbs, gently clinging to his sweat-sticky skin, emanated a warmth that was hard to describe with just the word “maternal.”
“Why are you so worked up?”
Sharon clung to him like a remora to a whale.
He could feel her heart pounding.
And with the addition of a slightly aroused sigh, even though nothing had happened yet, he could tell she was feeling sexual desire.
“I don’t know, I get weird when I’m with you… It’s all your fault.”
Sharon, caught off guard by Siwoo’s remark, flinched as if embarrassed, then smiled bashfully and moved downwards.
Siwoo’s already throbbing member cast a shadow over Sharon’s face.
The salty smell of sweat and the rough scent unique to men tickled Sharon’s nose.
It seems my spirit body is quite healthy.
Back when I had my original body, when I spent a hot night in a carriage with my twin,
I was practically a corpse, even after taking an aphrodisiac.
But now, after having sex almost all night, getting up and doing it again, and being dragged to the rooftop to roll around until I was about to throw up, it’s still standing so proudly.
Sharon, who had been staring intently at his cock, glanced at Siwoo.
It wasn’t a direct gaze, but rather a somewhat oblique one.
Siwoo thought she was about to start giving him a blowjob, but Sharon hesitated shyly before opening her mouth.
“Um… you know.”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t there anything you want me to do?”
“Want you to do?”
Siwoo paused for a moment, trying to grasp Sharon’s intentions.
But he was still confused.
He thought they were going to rest, but she undressed him, laid him in the tub, and now she’s suddenly asking what he wants her to do.
“Well, you know. Like before, a little…”
“Before when?”
“Before… after we ate, before you went to the roof.”
“Ah….”
Before going to the roof, he had teased Sharon, using somewhat forceful language like, “Take it off,” “I’m going to fuck you, so take it off.”
He had said it as if he was playing along with her teasing.
He remembered that Sharon had unexpectedly accepted it, looking flustered.
Come to think of it, he didn’t know what kind of courage he had to say those things.
Siwoo, feeling awkward, also subtly averted his gaze.
A strange conversation unfolded as they looked in different directions.
“So, what about it?”
“So, if you wanted me to do something like that… I’ll do it. Geez! Do I have to say it myself?”
Sharon, who had been stammering, suddenly raised her voice.
She was beating around the bush, but Sharon’s true intention was this:
“…You’re saying you want me to be a little rough… like when you grabbed my breasts tightly when you came… You didn’t know I liked that…”
Seeing his low voice from the morning and his current sweat-soaked appearance, she felt a certain desire welling up inside her.
Not an equal relationship, but a clear superior-inferior one.
She thought that might not be so bad.
Siwoo felt like he had been hit on the head with a hammer.
‘Hey, women like men who are manly and rough. They pretend to be demure in front of you, but it’s all an act!’
The voice of Takasho echoed from afar.
How much did the great sage Takasho really know about women’s hearts?
He thought Yebin was a special case, but now even Sharon wanted this kind of situation.
His cock felt like it was about to explode.
Especially when she was begging him to be rough with that coy expression… it was too unfair.
Siwoo swallowed hard and said in a slightly cracked voice.
He didn’t try to make his voice crack, it just happened because he was nervous.
“Suck it.”
It was different from how it always started, with Sharon saying, “Should I do it with my mouth?” or “Should I take it out with my breasts?”
He was issuing a high-handed command.
He was telling her to actively use her lips and tongue to serve his cock.
That alone was stimulating.
“Like this?”
“Y-yeah…”
Sharon, as if surprised by her own request, widened her eyes and nodded.
The pink lips that had been so beautifully closed parted, and the moment her slender tongue peeked out, Siwoo belatedly remembered.
“Hey, but I’m really sweaty down there…”
“Haaap….”
But Sharon had already opened her mouth wide and taken Siwoo’s cock deep into her mouth.
It was the same mouthjob he had always felt from Sharon, but today it felt like it was melting him.
What should he say?
It felt like his sensitivity was heightened because his body was exhausted?
Just lying down comfortably and having her suck his cock made him feel like royalty.
It was definitely going to be very salty.
Even if there was no urine, it might smell very unpleasant.
“Huum…huum…huup…suck….”
But Sharon, as if possessed, kept sucking on Siwoo’s cock and moving her head back and forth.
Sharon’s intensified breaths tickled his groin.
She was moving so diligently that his cock was almost reaching her throat, yet she never once touched it with her teeth, showing how skilled she was.
“Wow… you’ve really gotten good.”
“Huum…humm….. Really?”
“But doesn’t it taste bad? I’m all sweaty, so it might be a little…”
“It’s a little salty… but I still like it. It’s so hot.”
Sharon smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear.
She gently grabbed Siwoo’s balls and began to serve him in earnest.
Sharon’s soft cheeks, bulging and hollowing repeatedly.
Her breasts rubbing against his thighs every time she moved her upper body.
Under the bright bathroom lights, he could clearly see her nipples slowly becoming erect.
Was it because he was too excited?
Or was it because Sharon’s words about wanting him to be rough suddenly came to mind?
Without realizing it, Siwoo grabbed Sharon’s hair.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique music box. The kind you might find in a dusty corner of an old antique shop. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with patterns that seemed to shift and change depending on the light. When I opened the lid, a delicate melody, unlike anything I had ever heard, filled the room. It was a haunting tune, both beautiful and melancholic, that seemed to resonate deep within my soul.
I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no card, no return address, just the box, sitting on my doorstep. I tried to ask my family, but they all claimed ignorance. It was as if the box had appeared out of thin air, a mysterious object with an unknown origin.
I spent the rest of the day listening to the music box. The melody was addictive, drawing me in with its intricate notes and emotional depth. It was as if the music was telling a story, a story that I couldn’t quite understand but felt compelled to listen to.
As the days passed, the music box became an integral part of my life. I would listen to it every morning, every evening, and sometimes even in the middle of the night. The melody was always the same, yet it never grew old. It was as if each time I listened, I discovered something new, a hidden layer of meaning that had been previously obscured.
But then, things started to change.
I began to have strange dreams. Dreams filled with images of places I had never seen, people I had never met, and events that seemed both familiar and foreign. In these dreams, the music box was always present, its melody weaving through the fabric of my subconscious.
At first, I dismissed these dreams as mere figments of my imagination. But as they grew more vivid and more frequent, I couldn’t help but wonder if they were more than just dreams. Could the music box be the key to unlocking something hidden within me?
One night, I had a particularly vivid dream. I saw a woman, her face obscured by shadows, standing in a vast, empty field. She was holding a music box, identical to the one I had received. As she began to play the melody, the field around her transformed into a lush, vibrant garden.
When I woke up, I felt a strange sense of urgency. I knew that I had to find out more about the music box, about the woman in my dreams, and about the strange connection that seemed to bind us together.
I decided to start my search at the local library. I spent hours poring over books on antique music boxes, hoping to find some clue about the box’s origin. But there was nothing. It was as if the box was a unique creation, unlike anything that had ever existed before.
Frustrated, I decided to try a different approach. I started to research the melody itself. I spent hours listening to the music, trying to decipher its structure, its rhythm, its emotional core. I even tried to transcribe it, hoping that the act of writing it down would somehow reveal its secrets.
But the melody remained elusive. It was as if it was deliberately hiding its true nature, teasing me with its beauty and its mystery.
I was starting to feel desperate. I had spent weeks searching for answers, but I was no closer to understanding the music box than I had been on the day I received it.
Just when I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a small, obscure article in an old journal. It was about a legendary music box, said to possess magical powers. According to the article, the box was capable of transporting its owner to other worlds, other times, other realities.
Could this be the answer? Could the music box be more than just a simple object? Could it be a gateway to something extraordinary?
I didn’t know for sure, but I knew that I had to find out. I had to follow the melody, wherever it might lead me.
And so, I closed my eyes, opened the lid of the music box, and let the haunting melody fill the room. As the music reached its crescendo, I felt a strange sensation, as if my body was being pulled in multiple directions at once.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my room. I was standing in a vast, empty field, the same field I had seen in my dreams. And in the distance, I saw a woman, her face still obscured by shadows, holding a music box.
The journey had begun.
그리고 살짝 자지 쪽으로 당겼을 뿐인데 타이밍이 맞아떨어졌는지 갑자기 귀두 끝에 말랑한 감촉이 느껴졌다.
It had pierced all the way to the tip of my tongue? Or maybe even my uvula? It had gone that deep.
A depth and tightness I had never felt before washed over me in an instant.
Meanwhile, Sharon reacted immediately.
“Ugh… *cough*…!”
It was the same sound as when I dry-heaved.
“Ah, sorry…”
“Ugh… um…. hmm… um….”
Siwoo took his hand off Sharon’s head along with the apple.
하지만 샤론은 도리어 시우의 허벅지를 누르며 거의 목구멍 안까지 시우의 거근을 꾸역꾸역 물었다.
귀두 부분이 목 안에 슬쩍슬쩍 닿을 정도로 삽입되었다.
-Squeak, squish, creak!
But even that alone delivered a level of pleasure completely different from any fellatio I had experienced before.
“Ugh…uh…ugh…kghh…”
The insertion deepened, and the pace quickened.
Sharon’s mouth, constantly poked at the back of her throat, began to produce thick saliva, and lewd, vulgar sounds started to emerge: *plop, plop*.
Tears were welling up in Sharon’s eyes as she gradually took his cock deeper into her throat. If it had been the original Siwoo, he would have stopped Sharon around now.
However, a spoonful of desire for conquest is added to the dizzying pleasure I’m experiencing for the first time in my life.
샤론이 저렇게 눈물을 왈칵왈칵 쏟으면서도 자지를 꾸역꾸역 삼켜가는 광경은 단순히 신체적 쾌감을 느낀 정신적 만족을 한껏 안겨주었다.
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, and her voice, raspy from countless stories told, was as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night. She sat on the porch, her gnarled hands busy with a ball of yarn, the rhythmic click of her knitting needles a familiar melody in the quiet afternoon.
“You know,” she began, her gaze fixed on the horizon, “life is like this yarn. It’s full of knots and tangles, but if you keep going, you can make something beautiful.”
I sat beside her, the wooden planks of the porch warm beneath me. The scent of dried herbs hung in the air, a fragrant reminder of the garden that stretched out behind the house. I had come to her seeking answers, hoping she could unravel the confusion that had taken root in my heart.
“But what if the knots are too tight?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “What if the tangles are too much to bear?”
She paused her knitting, her eyes meeting mine. “Then you find a way to loosen them,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “You don’t give up. You keep pulling, keep trying, until you find the thread that will lead you through.”
I looked at the yarn in her hands, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the faded hues of the porch. It was a simple analogy, but it resonated with me in a way that nothing else had.
“And what if you can’t find that thread?” I asked, my voice laced with doubt.
She smiled, a network of wrinkles crinkling around her eyes. “Then you make your own,” she said, her voice full of wisdom. “You take what you have, and you create something new.”
I sat there for a long time, listening to the rhythmic click of her needles, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves, and the wisdom that flowed from her lips. The confusion in my heart began to unravel, replaced by a sense of hope and determination.
The old woman was right. Life was full of knots and tangles, but it was also full of possibilities. And with a little patience, a little perseverance, and a lot of heart, I could find my way through.
“Ugh… *cough*… *gasp*…!”
Siwoo placed his hand on Sharon’s head.
He gripped her hair like reins and slowly began to guide her movements.
He had always thought he had no interest in this kind of sadistic behavior.
I can’t stop.
움찔움찔 경련하며 시우의 자지를 조여오는 목구멍은 배덕의 오나홀 그 자체였다.
Even though not much time has passed, the feeling of climax is rapidly approaching.
“Sharon, it’s time to pack up.”
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of blood.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of death.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of despair.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of hope.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the future.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the past.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the present.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of everything.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of nothing.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of me.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of you.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of us.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the world.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the universe.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of God.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the devil.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of good.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of evil.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of life.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of death.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of everything.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of nothing.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of me.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of you.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of us.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the world.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the universe.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of God.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the devil.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of good.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of evil.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of life.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of death.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of everything.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of nothing.
The voice, brimming with excitement, is so rough that it doesn’t even sound like my own.
Honestly, my dick feels like it’s about to explode.
It felt like my semen would be thicker than ever before.
“Puhah… Just, just a moment…!”
Sharon gasped for breath, as if she had been underwater for a long time and had just surfaced, spitting out my cock. A sticky string of saliva connected Sharon’s half-open mouth to my cock. The bubbling saliva, forming a viscous thread, looked incredibly lewd.
Sharon hurriedly squatted over Siwoo’s cock, aligning her entrance with the head. Without even touching it, Sharon’s petals, as wet as if she had used half a bottle of lube, gently clung to the head. And then…
-Swoosh!
“Haaang!!!”
I was a bit surprised when I opened my eyes.
The ceiling was unfamiliar.
It wasn’t the ceiling of my small, cramped room, but a high, ornate one.
‘Where am I?’
I tried to get up, but my body wouldn’t move. It felt like I was trapped in a thick, heavy blanket.
‘What’s going on?’
I struggled to move my fingers and toes, but they barely twitched.
‘Am I paralyzed?’
Panic began to set in.
‘No, no, calm down. Let’s think rationally.’
I took a deep breath and tried to remember what had happened.
I had been working late at the office, as usual. I had been so tired that I had fallen asleep at my desk.
‘Did someone bring me here?’
I looked around again.
The room was large and luxurious. The walls were covered with expensive-looking wallpaper, and there were antique furniture pieces scattered around.
‘This isn’t a hospital.’
I was sure of it. This place was too extravagant to be a hospital.
‘Then where is this?’
I tried to speak, but no sound came out.
‘What’s wrong with my voice?’
I was starting to get really scared.
‘I need to get out of here.’
I tried to move my body again, but it was still unresponsive.
‘This is bad.’
I closed my eyes and took another deep breath.
‘Let’s try to calm down. There must be a way out of this.’
I opened my eyes again and looked around the room.
There was a large window on one side of the room. The curtains were drawn, but I could see a faint light coming through.
‘Maybe I can get some help if I can get to the window.’
I tried to move my body again, and this time, I managed to move my arm a little.
‘Okay, I can move a little bit.’
I slowly moved my arm towards the edge of the bed.
‘I can do this.’
I kept moving my arm, and finally, I managed to reach the edge of the bed.
‘Now, I just need to get my legs moving.’
I tried to move my legs, but they were still unresponsive.
‘Come on, move!’
I kept trying, and finally, I managed to move my leg a little.
‘Yes! I can do it!’
I slowly moved my legs towards the edge of the bed.
‘Just a little bit more.’
I kept moving my legs, and finally, I managed to get them over the edge of the bed.
‘Okay, now I just need to stand up.’
I tried to stand up, but my body was too weak. I fell back onto the bed.
‘Damn it!’
I was starting to get frustrated.
‘I can’t give up now.’
I took another deep breath and tried to stand up again.
This time, I managed to stand up, but I was very wobbly.
‘Okay, I can stand up.’
I slowly took a step towards the window.
‘Just a few more steps.’
I kept taking steps, and finally, I reached the window.
‘I made it.’
I reached out and pulled the curtains open.
The light flooded into the room, and I could finally see clearly.
I looked out the window, and my eyes widened in surprise.
The view was incredible.
I was in a castle.
‘What the hell?’
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
‘How did I end up in a castle?’
I looked around the room again.
There was a mirror on the wall.
I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection.
My eyes widened in shock.
I didn’t recognize the person in the mirror.
The person in the mirror had long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes.
‘Who is this?’
I reached up and touched my face.
My skin was smooth and pale.
‘This isn’t me.’
I was starting to get really scared.
‘What’s going on?’
I looked at my hands.
They were small and delicate.
‘This isn’t my body.’
I looked down at my clothes.
I was wearing a long, white dress.
‘This is a dream, right?’
I pinched my cheek.
It hurt.
‘This isn’t a dream.’
I was in someone else’s body.
‘How is this possible?’
I was starting to panic.
‘I need to figure out what’s going on.’
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
‘Okay, let’s think rationally.’
I looked around the room again.
There was a book on the table.
I walked over to the table and picked up the book.
The book was old and worn.
I opened the book and started to read.
The book was written in a language I didn’t understand.
‘What is this?’
I looked at the pictures in the book.
The pictures were of people with long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes.
‘Are these people like me?’
I flipped through the pages of the book.
There was a picture of a woman with long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes.
The woman was wearing a long, white dress.
‘Is this the person whose body I’m in?’
I looked at the picture again.
The woman looked familiar.
‘I’ve seen her somewhere before.’
I tried to remember where I had seen her.
‘I can’t remember.’
I closed the book and put it back on the table.
‘I need to find out who this woman is.’
I looked around the room again.
There was a door on the other side of the room.
‘Maybe I can find some answers if I go through that door.’
I walked over to the door and opened it.
I stepped out of the room and into a long hallway.
The hallway was dimly lit and there were doors on either side.
‘Where should I go?’
I started to walk down the hallway.
I passed several doors, but I didn’t see anything that looked familiar.
‘I need to find someone who can help me.’
I kept walking, and finally, I reached the end of the hallway.
There was a large staircase leading down.
‘Should I go down there?’
I hesitated for a moment, then I decided to go down the stairs.
I slowly walked down the stairs, and I finally reached the bottom.
I was in a large, open area.
There were people walking around.
‘I need to find someone who can help me.’
I started to walk towards the people.
As I got closer, I realized that they were all looking at me.
‘Why are they looking at me?’
I kept walking, and finally, I reached the people.
They all bowed their heads.
‘What’s going on?’
One of the people stepped forward.
“My Lady, are you feeling well?”
I was confused.
‘My Lady?’
“Who are you talking to?” I asked.
The person looked surprised.
“My Lady, are you not feeling well? It is I, your loyal servant, Thomas.”
‘Thomas?’
“I don’t understand,” I said. “Who are you?”
Thomas looked even more surprised.
“My Lady, are you joking? I am your loyal servant, Thomas. I have served you for many years.”
‘This is crazy.’
“I’m not your Lady,” I said. “I don’t know who you are.”
Thomas looked shocked.
“My Lady, what are you saying? You are the Princess of this kingdom.”
‘Princess?’
“I’m not a princess,” I said. “I’m just a normal person.”
Thomas looked confused.
“My Lady, what has happened to you? You are the Princess of this kingdom. Everyone knows that.”
‘This is insane.’
“I don’t know what’s going on,” I said. “I woke up in this body, and I don’t know who I am.”
Thomas looked at me with concern.
“My Lady, you must be unwell. I will call for the royal physician.”
‘Royal physician?’
“No, wait!” I said. “I just need some time to think.”
Thomas looked at me with concern.
“My Lady, are you sure? You don’t look well.”
“I’m fine,” I said. “I just need some time alone.”
Thomas nodded.
“As you wish, My Lady. I will leave you be.”
Thomas bowed his head and walked away.
I was left alone in the large, open area.
‘What am I going to do?’
I was in someone else’s body, and I had no idea how I got here.
‘I need to figure out what’s going on.’
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
‘Okay, let’s think rationally.’
I looked around the area.
There were several doors leading to different parts of the castle.
‘Where should I go?’
I decided to go back to the room where I had woken up.
I walked back up the stairs and down the hallway.
I finally reached the room where I had woken up.
I went inside and closed the door.
I looked around the room.
There was a book on the table.
I walked over to the table and picked up the book.
I opened the book and started to read.
The book was written in a language I didn’t understand.
‘I need to find someone who can read this.’
I closed the book and put it back on the table.
I sat down on the bed and tried to think.
‘I need to figure out what’s going on.’
I closed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened before I woke up in this body.
I had been working late at the office, as usual. I had been so tired that I had fallen asleep at my desk.
‘How did I end up in a castle?’
I opened my eyes and looked around the room.
‘This is crazy.’
I was in someone else’s body, and I had no idea how I got here.
‘I need to figure out what’s going on.’
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
‘Okay, let’s think rationally.’
I looked around the room again.
There was a mirror on the wall.
I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection.
My eyes widened in shock.
I didn’t recognize the person in the mirror.
The person in the mirror had long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes.
‘Who is this?’
I reached up and touched my face.
My skin was smooth and pale.
‘This isn’t me.’
I was in someone else’s body.
‘How is this possible?’
I was starting to panic.
‘I need to figure out what’s going on.’
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
‘Okay, let’s think rationally.’
I looked around the room again.
There was a book on the table.
I walked over to the table and picked up the book.
The book was old and worn.
I opened the book and started to read.
The book was written in a language I didn’t understand.
‘What is this?’
I looked at the pictures in the book.
The pictures were of people with long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes.
‘Are these people like me?’
I flipped through the pages of the book.
There was a picture of a woman with long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes.
The woman was wearing a long, white dress.
‘Is this the person whose body I’m in?’
I looked at the picture again.
The woman looked familiar.
‘I’ve seen her somewhere before.’
I tried to remember where I had seen her.
‘I can’t remember.’
I closed the book and put it back on the table.
‘I need to find out who this woman is.’
I looked around the room again.
There was a door on the other side of the room.
‘Maybe I can find some answers if I go through that door.’
I walked over to the door and opened it.
I stepped out of the room and into a long hallway.
The hallway was dimly lit and there were doors on either side.
‘Where should I go?’
I started to walk down the hallway.
I passed several doors, but I didn’t see anything that looked familiar.
‘I need to find someone who can help me.’
I kept walking, and finally, I reached the end of the hallway.
There was a large staircase leading down.
‘Should I go down there?’
I hesitated for a moment, then I decided to go down the stairs.
I slowly walked down the stairs, and I finally reached the bottom.
I was in a large, open area.
There were people walking around.
‘I need to find someone who can help me.’
I started to walk towards the people.
As I got closer, I realized that they were all looking at me.
‘Why are they looking at me?’
I kept walking, and finally, I reached the people.
They all bowed their heads.
‘What’s going on?’
One of the people stepped forward.
“My Lady, are you feeling well?”
I was confused.
‘My Lady?’
“Who are you talking to?” I asked.
The person looked surprised.
“My Lady, are you not feeling well? It is I, your loyal servant, Thomas.”
‘Thomas?’
“I don’t understand,” I said. “Who are you?”
Thomas looked even more surprised.
“My Lady, are you joking? I am your loyal servant, Thomas. I have served you for many years.”
‘This is crazy.’
“I’m not your Lady,” I said. “I don’t know who you are.”
Thomas looked shocked.
“My Lady, what are you saying? You are the Princess of this kingdom.”
‘Princess?’
“I’m not a princess,” I said. “I’m just a normal person.”
Thomas looked confused.
“My Lady, what has happened to you? You are the Princess of this kingdom. Everyone knows that.”
‘This is insane.’
“I don’t know what’s going on,” I said. “I woke up in this body, and I don’t know who I am.”
Thomas looked at me with concern.
“My Lady, you must be unwell. I will call for the royal physician.”
‘Royal physician?’
“No, wait!” I said. “I just need some time to think.”
Thomas looked at me with concern.
“My Lady, are you sure? You don’t look well.”
“I’m fine,” I said. “I just need some time alone.”
Thomas nodded.
“As you wish, My Lady. I will leave you be.”
Thomas bowed his head and walked away.
I was left alone in the large, open area.
‘What am I going to do?’
I was in someone else’s body, and I had no idea how I got here.
‘I need to figure out what’s going on.’
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
‘Okay, let’s think rationally.’
Sharon, accepting the cock just before climax with almost no resistance.
And then, as if riding a horse, he begins to skillfully move his hips up and down.
Actually, Sharon had experience riding horses, and with a few tries, she had become skilled at riding, so her movements were unhesitating.
-Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Ughn…! Ughn…! I like it…!”
자지에 한껏 달라붙어 있던 샤론의 침과 애액은 서로의 교접부에 달라붙으며 속된 말로 떡치는 소리를 제대로 내고 있었다.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
The wind was blowing, and the waves were crashing.
The waves were crashing, and the seagulls were crying.
The seagulls were crying, and I was standing there.
I was standing there, looking at the sea.
The sea was vast and blue.
The sea was vast and blue, and I was small.
I was small, and the world was big.
The world was big, and I was alone.
I was alone, and I was thinking.
I was thinking about the past.
The past was like a dream.
A dream that was both beautiful and sad.
A dream that I wanted to forget.
But I couldn’t forget it.
Because it was a part of me.
A part of me that I couldn’t erase.
A part of me that I had to accept.
I closed my eyes.
I could feel the wind on my face.
I could hear the waves crashing.
I could smell the sea.
And I could feel the sadness in my heart.
But I also felt a sense of peace.
A peace that I had never felt before.
A peace that came from accepting the past.
I opened my eyes.
The sea was still vast and blue.
But now, it didn’t seem so daunting.
It seemed beautiful.
It seemed like a place where I could find peace.
I smiled.
It was a small smile.
But it was a genuine smile.
A smile that came from the heart.
I took a deep breath.
The air was fresh and clean.
I felt alive.
I felt like I could do anything.
I turned around.
I started walking.
I didn’t know where I was going.
But I knew that I was going somewhere.
Somewhere that was better than where I had been.
Somewhere that was filled with hope.
I walked on.
The wind was still blowing.
The waves were still crashing.
The seagulls were still crying.
But now, I was smiling.
And I was walking towards the future.
“하아…하앙! 하아아…여기…여기에 싸줘…! 샤론, 샤론 보지에….!”
The old woman, her face a roadmap of wrinkles, sat hunched over a low table, her hands moving with practiced ease. She was meticulously folding laundry, each piece of fabric a testament to a life lived in quiet diligence. The small room was filled with the scent of sun-dried cotton and a faint hint of lavender. Sunlight streamed through the paper window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.
A young girl, no older than seven, skipped into the room, her pigtails bouncing with each step. “Grandma!” she chirped, her voice like a tiny bell. “Can we go to the market today?”
The old woman looked up, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “The market, you say? What for, my little sparrow?”
“I want to see the goldfish! The ones with the long, flowing tails,” the girl replied, her eyes wide with anticipation.
A soft smile touched the old woman’s lips. “Ah, those fancy fish. Alright, my dear. Let’s finish this laundry, and then we’ll go.”
The girl clapped her hands, her excitement palpable. She settled down beside her grandmother, watching with fascination as the old woman’s hands continued their work. The silence was comfortable, filled with the unspoken love that flowed between them.
After a while, the laundry was neatly stacked, and the two of them set out. The market was a riot of colors and sounds, a vibrant tapestry of life. Vendors called out their wares, children chased each other through the crowd, and the air was thick with the aroma of spices and freshly baked bread.
The girl’s eyes darted from stall to stall, her small hand tightly clasped in her grandmother’s. Finally, they reached the goldfish vendor. The girl gasped, her eyes fixed on the shimmering fish swimming in their glass bowls.
“They’re so beautiful!” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
The old woman chuckled, her gaze softening as she watched her granddaughter. “Indeed, they are. Which one do you like the best?”
The girl pointed to a small, orange fish with a long, flowing tail. “That one! The one that looks like a tiny flame.”
The old woman smiled and purchased the fish, carefully placing it in a small bag filled with water. The girl held the bag close to her chest, her face beaming with happiness.
As they walked home, the girl chattered excitedly about her new pet, her voice a constant stream of joy. The old woman listened patiently, her heart overflowing with love for her granddaughter.
Back in their small room, the girl carefully placed the goldfish in a small bowl. She watched it swim for a long time, her eyes filled with wonder. The old woman sat beside her, her hand resting gently on her granddaughter’s shoulder.
The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room. The girl yawned, her eyelids growing heavy. The old woman tucked her into bed, her touch gentle and loving.
“Good night, my little sparrow,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.
“Good night, Grandma,” the girl murmured, her voice already drifting into sleep.
The old woman sat by the window, watching the stars begin to appear in the night sky. She thought of her granddaughter, her heart filled with gratitude for the simple joys of life. The goldfish swam peacefully in its bowl, a tiny flame of life in the quiet room.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you might see in an old movie. The box was made of dark wood, and the surface was intricately carved with swirling patterns. On the lid, a tiny silver ballerina was poised, ready to dance.
I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no card, no return address, nothing. It had simply appeared on my doorstep, wrapped in plain brown paper.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the lid. A delicate melody filled the air, a tune I’d never heard before, yet somehow felt familiar. It was hauntingly beautiful, and as I listened, I felt a strange pull, a sense of longing I couldn’t explain.
The ballerina began to spin, her tiny silver feet moving gracefully across the lid. I watched, mesmerized, until the music faded and the ballerina came to a stop.
I closed the lid, and the silence that followed felt heavy. I tried to shake off the strange feeling, but the melody lingered in my mind, and the image of the dancing ballerina was burned into my memory.
I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out who had sent the music box. I asked my family and friends, but no one knew anything about it. It was as if it had materialized out of thin air.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. The melody kept playing in my head, and I felt an overwhelming urge to open the box again. I finally gave in, and as the music filled the room, I felt myself being drawn into the melody, as if it were a portal to another world.
The ballerina began to spin, and this time, as I watched, I felt a strange sensation, as if I were being pulled into the box. The room around me began to blur, and I felt a strange tingling sensation all over my body.
Then, everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my room. I was standing in a forest, surrounded by tall trees and strange, glowing plants. The air was thick with the scent of flowers, and the sound of birds filled the air.
I looked down at myself, and I realized that I was no longer wearing my pajamas. I was wearing a long, flowing gown, and my hair was braided with flowers. I felt like I had stepped into a fairy tale.
I didn’t know where I was, or how I had gotten there, but I knew one thing: the music box had something to do with it.
I was scared, but also strangely excited. I had always dreamed of adventure, and now, it seemed, my dream had come true.
I took a deep breath and started walking, determined to find out where I was and what was going on.
And so, my adventure began.
The form of stimulation being given to my cock changed completely, and it reached a point where I could no longer endure it.
Sharon’s E-cup breasts, bouncing magnificently up and down like a jump rope.
빳빳하게 커져 버린 음핵은 고스란히 보인다.
빨갛게 상기된 두 뺨과 흐려진 눈동자로 질내사정을 애원하는 샤론의 모습은 요녀라는 표현이 아깝지 않다.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange package.
It was a small, wooden box. It was so old that the wood had turned a dark brown, and the surface was covered with fine cracks. There was no address or sender information on the box. It was just a plain, old box.
I was curious, so I opened the box. Inside, there was a single, old book. The cover was made of thick, tanned leather, and the title was written in faded gold letters.
[The Book of the Sealed God]
I had never seen such a book before. I carefully opened the book. The pages were yellowed with age, and the ink was faded, but the letters were still legible.
The book contained strange stories. Stories about gods and demons, about magic and curses, and about a world that was completely different from the one I knew.
I was fascinated by the book. I spent days reading it, and I couldn’t put it down. The more I read, the more I felt like I was being drawn into the world of the book.
One day, as I was reading the book, I noticed a strange symbol on one of the pages. It was a circle with a triangle inside, and it was surrounded by strange letters.
I had a strange feeling that I had seen this symbol somewhere before. I thought about it for a while, and then I remembered. It was the symbol that was on the box that the book came in.
I was shocked. I quickly closed the book and looked at the box. The symbol was still there, on the bottom of the box.
I was scared. I didn’t know what was going on, but I had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
I decided to hide the book and the box. I put them in a safe place where no one could find them.
But I couldn’t forget about the book. I kept thinking about the stories in the book, and about the strange symbol.
I knew that I had to find out what was going on. I had to find out the truth about the book, and about the world that it described.
So, I decided to start my journey. A journey to find the truth about the Book of the Sealed God.
“Ugh!”
Siwoo reflexively grabbed Sharon’s breasts, and with all his might, he released the semen he had been holding back.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each one a testament to the years she’d lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and her hands, gnarled and twisted like ancient tree roots, moved with surprising dexterity as she prepared the tea. The aroma of roasted barley filled the small room, a comforting scent that had been a constant in my life.
“So, you’re finally going to do it?” she asked, her voice raspy but firm.
I nodded, my gaze fixed on the swirling steam rising from the teacup. “Yes, Grandma. I’ve made up my mind.”
She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “It’s about time. You’ve been moping around like a lost puppy for too long.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Grandma had a way of cutting through the nonsense and getting straight to the point. She was the only one who truly understood me, the only one who knew the depths of my despair and the flicker of hope that still remained.
“I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her hand reached out and covered mine, her touch surprisingly warm. “Of course, you’re scared. But fear is just a sign that you’re about to do something worthwhile.”
I looked up at her, my eyes searching hers for reassurance. “But what if I fail?”
She squeezed my hand, her gaze unwavering. “Then you’ll try again. Life is not about avoiding failure, it’s about learning from it. And you, my dear, have a lot of learning to do.”
I laughed, a genuine laugh that felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest. “You always know what to say, Grandma.”
She winked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s because I’m old and wise. Now, drink your tea. You’ll need your strength for what’s to come.”
I took a sip of the warm tea, the bitter taste grounding me in the present. I knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but with Grandma’s words echoing in my heart, I felt a surge of determination. I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, ready to finally take control of my life.
-Glug! Glug! Glug!
The naturally occurring burst of magic penetrates every corner of Sharon’s womb.
The thickly scattered seed also violently surged, clinging to every fold of the vaginal wall.
“Haaah… Haaahng! Aaaah… Hmmm….”
샤론은 쪼그려 앉은 보기 좋은 허벅지를 바르르 떨며 움찔움찔 보지를 조여왔다.
아기씨를 받기 위한 보지 점막의 상냥한 대딸이었다.
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 vintage shop, with a slightly tarnished brass finish and intricate carvings. It wasn’t particularly beautiful, but it had a certain charm.
I didn’t know who sent it. There was no card, no return address, just the box wrapped in plain brown paper. I was living alone in a small studio apartment, having just moved out of my parents’ place. I had no close friends, and the only family I had were my parents, who were not the type to send me a gift like this.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the lid. A delicate melody began to play, a tune I’d never heard before. It was melancholic, yet strangely comforting. I listened to it for a while, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over me.
Then, something even stranger happened.
The room around me began to shimmer, the walls seeming to ripple like water. I blinked, thinking I was hallucinating. But when I opened my eyes again, the room was different.
It wasn’t my studio apartment anymore. Instead, I was standing in a vast, open field, the sky above me a brilliant blue. The air was fresh and clean, and the sun warmed my skin. I could hear the gentle rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds.
I was terrified.
I looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening. There were trees in the distance, and a small path leading into a forest. I took a tentative step forward, my heart pounding in my chest.
This was not real. It couldn’t be.
I pinched myself, hard. It hurt, but the landscape didn’t change. I was still in this strange, unknown place.
I looked back at where I thought my apartment should be, but there was nothing there. Just the field, stretching out as far as the eye could see.
Panic began to set in. I didn’t know where I was, how I got here, or how to get back. I felt utterly alone and helpless.
Then, I remembered the music box. I reached into my pocket, and sure enough, it was still there. I opened the lid again, and the same melancholic melody filled the air.
As the music played, the world around me began to shimmer again. And just like that, I was back in my studio apartment, the music box still playing its tune.
I slammed the lid shut, my hands shaking. I stared at the box, my mind racing. What had just happened? Was it a dream? A hallucination? Or something else entirely?
I didn’t know the answer, but one thing was clear: my life had just taken a very strange turn.
“Haa… haa…”
Sharon, barely holding herself up by gripping the sides of the tub, collapsed onto Siwoo’s body.
A feeling she could never get used to, no matter how many times it happened.
If it were just the pleasure from sex, I could endure it, but I can’t withstand the pleasure of this magic being forcibly injected into me.
고작 이미 사정 준비가 끝난 자지 위에서 몇 번 말을 탔을 뿐인데 샤론의 몸은 시우처럼 땀이 송골송골 흐르고 있었다.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
The wind, which had been blowing gently, suddenly turned fierce, as if it was angry.
The waves crashed against the shore, and the sound was deafening.
I was standing on the beach, looking out at the sea.
The sea was dark and vast.
It was a sea that seemed to swallow everything.
I felt a strange sense of fear.
But at the same time, I felt a strange sense of longing.
I wanted to go into the sea.
I wanted to be swallowed by the sea.
I closed my eyes.
I could feel the wind on my face.
I could hear the sound of the waves.
I could smell the scent of the sea.
I opened my eyes.
The sea was still there.
It was still dark and vast.
I took a step forward.
I took another step.
I was walking towards the sea.
I didn’t know why.
I just wanted to go.
I kept walking.
The water was getting closer.
I could feel the coldness of the water on my feet.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my ankles.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my knees.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my waist.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my chest.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my neck.
I kept walking.
The water was over my head.
I was in the sea.
I couldn’t see anything.
I couldn’t hear anything.
I couldn’t feel anything.
I was just floating.
I was just there.
I didn’t know how long I was there.
But then, I felt something.
It was a small light.
It was coming closer.
It was getting bigger.
It was a light that was warm and gentle.
I reached out my hand.
I touched the light.
And then, I woke up.
I was lying on the beach.
The sun was shining.
The sea was calm.
The wind was gentle.
I sat up.
I looked around.
I was alone.
I didn’t know what had happened.
I didn’t know why I was there.
But I knew one thing.
I was alive.
And that was all that mattered.
The old man’s face was a mess.
His nose was crooked, his lips were torn, and his eyes were swollen shut.
It was a face that had been beaten to a pulp.
“You… you dare…!”
The old man, barely able to keep his eyes open, glared at me.
His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.
“You… you’ll regret this…!”
I chuckled at his pathetic threat.
“Regret? What’s there to regret?”
I had simply done what I had to do.
I had no regrets.
“You… you’re a demon…!”
The old man spat out those words with all his might.
A demon.
That’s what they called me.
A demon who had appeared out of nowhere and was now wreaking havoc.
“Maybe I am.”
I didn’t deny it.
I had no reason to.
“You… you’ll never… escape…!”
The old man’s voice grew weaker.
His body trembled, and his eyes rolled back.
He was dying.
I watched him die without a flicker of emotion.
It was just another death.
I had seen so many deaths that I had become numb to them.
“Is that all?”
I muttered to myself.
I had expected more.
I had expected some kind of resistance, some kind of challenge.
But all I had gotten was a pathetic old man who couldn’t even put up a fight.
I sighed and turned away.
There was no point in lingering here any longer.
I had other things to do.
I had to find the one who had summoned me.
The one who had brought me into this world.
I had to find him and kill him.
That was my only goal.
That was the only reason I existed.
I walked away, leaving the old man’s corpse behind.
The wind blew, carrying the scent of blood.
The world was a mess.
And I was the one who was going to fix it.
Or destroy it.
I didn’t know which one it would be.
But I didn’t care.
All I cared about was finding the one who had summoned me.
And killing him.
사정의 여운을 느낄 시간도 주지 않고 꿈틀거리며 자지를 자극하는 질벽.
Siwoo held Sharon like a cushion, gently stroking her back.
Perhaps because he had taken a step back, his rationality had returned somewhat, and he was bothered by the image of Sharon crying while giving him a hickey earlier.
“Why did you push yourself so hard?”
“You, you seemed to like it too… so I’ll do it again next time.”
“You don’t have to.”
“No, I want to…”
The two of them, who had been in a combined state for a while, washed up together and came out.
It was a bonus that Siwoo’s muscle pain had upgraded a level.
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This is Duke Tiferet, commissioned by Amelphifejoa!
It came out so beautifully, perfectly matching my image!!!
