## Chapter 249 – #56_Fortune Telling (7)
#247
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Periwinkle hung in the air, suspended only by four ribbons.
Her breasts, stretched like a cow’s udder by gravity, swayed back and forth with a beautiful form each time Siwoo pounded into her from behind.
-Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Siwoo was lost in her rear passage.
As always, once his glans was inside, his movements weren’t greatly restricted.
All that remained was to explore and observe her rear passage, which no one had ever felt before, and to indulge in pleasure.
“Ugh…kuh…Kyaaah…! Hah…!”
“Damn…”
Siwoo gripped Periwinkle’s waist tightly and thrust repeatedly.
While vaginas might differ from person to person, anuses were generally the same.
He remembered hearing that from Takasho, but witches were different.
The unique pleasure he had never felt before was so intoxicating that it made his lower back tingle.
If he had to compare, it was definitely a little less tight than the twins, as there was a difference in physique.
In other words, it didn’t clamp down on his dick so hard that it hurt.
But this sensation, like well-aged sashimi, clinging so tenaciously.
Even disregarding the intense tightness at the entrance, Periwinkle’s rear passage, which gave his dick such a savory taste, was worthy of being called a masterpiece.
It felt like an Hermes anal, so to speak.
“W-wait…wait…! Just a minute…!”
Periwinkle, suddenly having her rear passage opened, urgently tried to stop Siwoo.
Clearly, until he had been probing her with his fingers, she hadn’t felt much pleasure.
It would be a lie to say she felt nothing at all, but if she had to categorize it, it was closer to unpleasant.
It felt like a foreign object was digging into her stomach, invading her body.
But as the large, hard object ruthlessly pierced her calmly tamed rear, as the deeply inserted cock pressed against the back of her uterus through the rear wall, a sensation she had never anticipated began to surge like a tide.
Why is this happening?
Why am I feeling it here?
Even as she struggled in bewilderment, embarrassment, and shame, the ribbons binding her limbs showed no sign of loosening. All Periwinkle could do was shake her head and wiggle her toes and fingers.
Even though Periwinkle wasn’t a combat specialist, she was a great witch capable of facing a large army alone. That is to say, no man could overpower Periwinkle with brute force. However.
-Squelch, squelch, squelch!
“Stop… I told you to stop…!”
Siwoo, who had been relentlessly pushing Periwinkle without a moment’s rest since a little while ago.
He is different.
The first male witch who, at a glance, you could tell is specialized in close-quarters and physical combat.
이미 구속된 상태라면 아무리 페리윙클이라도 손쓸 도리가 없는, 지금 이 순간 그녀를 강간할 수 있는 남자인 것이다.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, wooden box. The kind you might see in an antique shop, its surface worn smooth with age. It wasn’t particularly beautiful, but it had a certain charm, a quiet dignity that made me want to hold it.
I found it on my doorstep, no note, no return address, just this box. I was living alone then, in a small studio apartment, and the unexpected arrival of this mysterious package was a welcome distraction from my usual routine.
I turned it over in my hands, examining it closely. The wood was dark, almost black, and the lid was held shut by a small, tarnished brass clasp. It wasn’t locked, but it felt like it held a secret, a silent promise of something unknown.
With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I opened it.
Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, was a single, smooth stone. It was a deep, swirling blue, like a piece of the night sky had been captured and polished. It was cool to the touch, and when I held it up to the light, it seemed to shimmer and shift, as if it held a life of its own.
I didn’t know what it was, or why I had received it, but I felt drawn to it, a strange sense of connection that I couldn’t explain. I spent the rest of the day just holding it, turning it over in my hands, lost in its depths.
That night, I had a dream.
I was standing in a vast, empty space, the sky above me a swirling canvas of stars. The air was cool and still, and the only sound was the soft whisper of the wind. And then, I saw it.
A figure, tall and slender, with eyes that shone like the stone I held in my hand. It didn’t speak, but I knew, somehow, that it was the one who had sent me the box. It reached out a hand, and in its palm, I saw the same blue stone, glowing with an inner light.
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The dream felt so real, so vivid, that it took me a moment to remember where I was. I looked down at my hand, and there it was, the stone, still cool and smooth, still holding its secrets.
I knew then that my life had changed. That this wasn’t just a random gift, but a beginning, a journey into the unknown. And I was ready, more than ready, to see where it would lead me.
-Thwack, thwack, thwack!
His thigh kept striking Periwinkle’s bottom.
Each time the large, veined, fiery pillar went in and out of her most shameful place, her breath grew ragged and a blush bloomed on her face.
Periwinkle was always the one sitting on top, always above her partner on the bed.
Therefore, she had never truly been overpowered, nor had she ever felt a sense of danger that she might be in trouble.
For Periwinkle, the realization that she had been overpowered brought a sense of humiliation, but also a paradoxical pleasure.
Anything felt for the first time is special.
“This… is weird! No…! H-hic…! I, I… I’m going… I’m going now…! Hyaaaang!”
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 ballerina spinning on top. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with floral patterns, and the ballerina was dressed in a faded pink tutu.
I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no card, no return address, just the box sitting on my doorstep. I was living alone in a small studio apartment, having just moved out of my parents’ house. The sudden appearance of this mysterious gift felt a bit unsettling.
I carefully opened the lid. A delicate melody filled the room, a tune I didn’t recognize but somehow felt familiar. The ballerina began to spin, her movements graceful and hypnotic. I watched, mesmerized, as she twirled around and around.
The music box played for a few minutes, then stopped. The ballerina stilled, her tiny porcelain face looking up at me. I closed the lid, the melody lingering in the air.
I tried to figure out who could have sent it. My parents? No, they wouldn’t send something so… whimsical. A friend? I couldn’t think of anyone who would choose such a gift. It was all very strange.
I decided to put the music box on my desk, thinking I’d figure it out later. But as the days passed, I found myself drawn to it. I’d open it and listen to the melody, watching the ballerina dance. It was strangely comforting, like a lullaby from a forgotten dream.
One evening, as I was listening to the music box, I noticed something I hadn’t seen before. There was a small inscription on the bottom of the box, barely visible. I turned on my desk lamp and squinted. The inscription was in a language I didn’t recognize, a series of symbols that looked both ancient and alien.
I tried to find out what the symbols meant, searching online and in books, but I couldn’t find anything. It was as if the language didn’t exist. The mystery of the music box deepened, and I became more and more obsessed with it.
I started carrying the music box with me everywhere. I’d listen to it on the bus, in the park, even at work. The melody became my constant companion, a soothing presence in my otherwise ordinary life.
One day, while I was listening to the music box in a coffee shop, I noticed a man staring at me. He was sitting at a table across the room, his eyes fixed on the music box. He looked familiar, like someone I’d seen in a dream.
He got up and walked over to my table. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice low and gentle. “That music box… where did you get it?”
I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. “I… I don’t know,” I said. “It was a gift.”
The man’s eyes widened. “A gift? From whom?”
“I don’t know that either,” I replied. “It just appeared on my doorstep.”
The man looked at me intently, his gaze piercing. “That music box… it’s not just a music box,” he said. “It’s something much more.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“It’s a key,” he said. “A key to another world.”
The periwinkle’s teaching tool, which had been slowly bending backward like a tightly drawn bow, vibrates violently.
단숨에 시우의 자지를 꽉 잡아당기는 페리윙클의 애널.
항문성교로 오르가즘을 느끼는 것은 숙련과 개발을 필요로 하지만 처음으로 느껴보는 피학감과 피정복감이 페리윙클의 절정을 도왔다.
The result was that I came spectacularly in just 30 minutes.
“Hoo… hoo….”
Sweat beaded on Siwoo’s forehead as he explored Periwinkle’s rear for a solid thirty minutes.
“Ah… haa…. ah….”
I can feel Periwinkle’s backdoor twitching continuously, as if trying to sever my cock shaft.
Especially at the peak, the way she bit down so hard made me stop moving for a moment.
Like a prisoner who had been brutally tortured, Periwinkle hung her head low, her hair falling down, her body slick with the sticky sweat of pleasure.
“Looks like you enjoyed that? I was right, wasn’t I?”
“………”
-Click!
시우의 질문에 답한 것은 페리윙클이 아니라 그녀의 뒷구멍이었다.
‘너무 기분 좋았어!’ 라고 하듯이 다시금 자지를 살포시 조여온다.
Periwinkle’s voice, sounding resentful, was heard as she bit her lip hard.
“…I can’t believe it….”
She seemed shocked by the fact that she had experienced a reverse orgasm.
It was incredibly refreshing and enjoyable to see the usually composed Periwinkle so flustered.
However, my still overheated mind still desired her body even more.
There’s no time to be relaxing like this.
“Ah….”
Periwinkle’s body gently landed on the bed, and the ribbons that had been binding her limbs came undone.
The sleep also escapes with it.
Periwinkle, who had been suffering in the air until now and was now lying face down on the bed, looked slightly relieved, but it wasn’t over yet.
“You need to do more. You promised to entertain the witch for two days until tomorrow.”
“Th-this, keep going like this? I think I’m still struggling… Kyaa!”
Instead of answering, Siwoo responded by changing the shape of the ribbon’s restraints.
With my thighs spread wide, I lift my buttocks high, pressing my upper body against the bed. I pull my arms through the space between my legs, briefly connecting my left wrist to my left ankle, and my right wrist to my right ankle. As my buttocks are raised high towards the sky, I find myself completely unable to move.
그 덕에 삽입각이 아주 잘 나오는 섹스 최적화 자세였다.
I was a bit surprised when I opened my eyes.
The first thing I saw was a familiar ceiling. It was the ceiling of my room, the one I’d been staring at for the past 20 years.
‘Did I fall asleep?’
I sat up in bed and looked around. The room was exactly as I remembered. The desk, the chair, the bookshelf, and even the clothes scattered on the floor were all in their usual places.
‘What the heck is going on?’
I got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. The face reflected back at me was definitely mine. The same messy hair, the same tired eyes, and the same pale skin.
‘This is definitely me.’
I pinched my cheek. It hurt.
‘Okay, this isn’t a dream.’
I went to the window and looked outside. The familiar scenery of my neighborhood was spread out before me. The same buildings, the same streets, and the same people walking around.
‘This is definitely my world.’
I was completely confused. I had been sure that I had died. I had been hit by a truck while crossing the street. I had felt the impact, the pain, and then everything had gone black.
‘But how am I here?’
I went back to my bed and sat down. I tried to remember what had happened before I had been hit by the truck. I had been on my way to the library to return a book. I had been in a hurry because it was almost overdue.
‘That’s right, I was in a hurry.’
I had been so focused on getting to the library that I hadn’t even looked when I crossed the street. And then, I had been hit by the truck.
‘But how am I alive?’
I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn’t come up with any answers. I decided to just go with the flow. Maybe I had been given a second chance.
‘Okay, I’ll just live my life like I always have.’
I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked in the mirror again. My face was still pale and tired, but I felt a little bit better.
‘I’m alive. That’s all that matters.’
I went to the kitchen and made myself some breakfast. I ate it slowly, savoring each bite. It was the same breakfast I always ate, but it tasted different today. It tasted like life.
‘I’m going to make the most of this second chance.’
I finished my breakfast and went back to my room. I looked at the clock. It was 9:00 AM. I had a lot of time to kill.
‘What should I do?’
I thought about it for a while, and then I decided to go to the library. I still had to return that book.
‘I’ll go to the library and then maybe I’ll go for a walk.’
I got dressed and left my apartment. The sun was shining brightly, and the air was fresh. It felt good to be alive.
‘I’m going to enjoy this day.’
I walked to the library, and when I got there, I returned the book. Then, I went for a walk in the park. I watched the people walking by, and I listened to the birds singing. It was a beautiful day.
‘I’m so glad I’m alive.’
I spent the rest of the day doing things I enjoyed. I read a book, I listened to music, and I watched a movie. It was a simple day, but it was a perfect day.
‘I’m going to live my life to the fullest.’
I went to bed that night feeling grateful. I was grateful for my life, and I was grateful for this second chance.
‘I’m going to make the most of it.’
I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I didn’t know what the future held, but I was ready for it.
‘I’m ready for anything.’
“Ugh… can’t you change your position a little?”
알몸으로 비벼댄 데다가 애널섹스까지 경험하게 된 이상 어지간한 자세로 부끄러워질 리 없다.
But this is a bit much.
I can’t even cover myself, and this position makes it impossible to move with both my front and back holes completely exposed.
If someone else were to catch me in this position, it would be so humiliating that I would seriously consider suicide. Of course, anal sex itself was also like that.
“Yes, I’ll do it like this.”
But Siwoo, without any rebuttal, poured the remaining oil generously into Periwinkle’s butt crack.
Since it was body oil, it seemed to absorb well into the skin, requiring continuous replenishment.
이번에는 아예 뾰족한 입구를 후장 입구에 꽂고 직접 들이 부었다.
-Squeeeak!
“Heeuk…!”
With a strange sound, the oils disappeared into the bellies of the periwing.
The remaining half or so of the oil was scattered over my buttocks.
“Hngh…”
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 low wooden stool, her back slightly hunched, and meticulously peeled garlic. The sharp, pungent aroma filled the small kitchen, mingling with the scent of simmering kimchi stew.
“Aigoo, this old back,” she muttered, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “It’s not what it used to be.”
I watched her from the doorway, leaning against the frame. The afternoon sun streamed in, painting golden stripes across the worn floorboards. The scene was so familiar, so comforting, it was like a warm blanket on a cold day.
“Grandma,” I said, my voice soft, “do you need help?”
She glanced up, a small smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. “No, no, child. This old woman can still manage. You go on and do your studies.”
I knew she wouldn’t accept my help, not really. She was stubborn that way, fiercely independent. It was a trait I both admired and found frustrating.
“Okay,” I said, pushing myself off the doorframe. “But if you need anything, just call.”
“I will, I will,” she said, returning to her garlic. “Now go on, before you get distracted.”
I turned and walked down the narrow hallway, the scent of garlic and kimchi following me. I could hear the rhythmic thud of the knife against the cutting board, a sound that had been the soundtrack of my childhood.
I entered my room, the small space cluttered with books and papers. I sat at my desk, but my mind was still in the kitchen, with my grandmother. I thought about her life, the hardships she had endured, the sacrifices she had made. She had raised me after my parents had passed, and she had done it with such strength and grace.
I picked up my textbook, but the words blurred before my eyes. I couldn’t concentrate. I was too worried about her, about her health, about her future.
I sighed, closed the book, and got up. I walked back to the kitchen, drawn by an invisible thread.
She was still there, peeling garlic, her brow furrowed in concentration. I watched her for a moment, my heart aching with love and concern.
“Grandma,” I said again, my voice a little louder this time.
She looked up, startled. “What is it, child? I told you to go study.”
“I just wanted to ask,” I said, “are you really okay?”
She paused, her eyes searching mine. Then, she smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes.
“I’m fine, child,” she said. “I’m just an old woman, doing what old women do.”
I knew she wasn’t telling me everything, but I also knew that she wouldn’t tell me anything more. I nodded, accepting her answer.
“Okay,” I said. “But please, take it easy.”
“I will, I will,” she said, returning to her garlic. “Now go on, before you get distracted again.”
I smiled, a small, sad smile. I turned and walked back to my room, the scent of garlic and kimchi still clinging to me. I knew that no matter what happened, I would always be there for her, just as she had always been there for me.
The oil, having soaked deep within, drips from the clitoris, having brushed past the sensitive folds of skin.
꿀떡에 참기름을 바르면 먹음직스러워 보이는 것처럼.
The old woman’s face, weathered like a gnarled tree, was a canvas of wrinkles. Each line seemed to tell a story, a testament to a life lived under the harsh sun and through countless seasons. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of keen intelligence, a glint of the sharp mind that had once navigated the complexities of life with unwavering resolve. Her hands, gnarled and calloused, moved with a practiced ease as she prepared the ingredients for the evening meal. The aroma of garlic and chili filled the small kitchen, a familiar scent that had permeated the walls for decades. She hummed a tuneless melody, a comforting sound that echoed the rhythm of her daily life.
오일 절임이 완료된 페리윙클의 관능적인 뒤태는 남자라면 눈이 돌아갈 수밖에 없는 군침 도는 광경이었다.
시우는 자세를 낮추고 다시 자지를 넣는다.
“Hyaaaak!”
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, palm-sized music box. The exterior was a simple, unadorned wooden box, but when I opened the lid, a delicate melody flowed out. It was a tune I had never heard before, yet it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten memory.
I didn’t know who sent it. There was no sender’s name on the package, just my name and address written in neat handwriting. I tried to remember if I had any friends who would send me such a gift, but I couldn’t think of anyone.
I was a university student, living a rather mundane life. I went to classes, did my assignments, and hung out with friends occasionally. I didn’t have any special talents or hobbies, and I wasn’t particularly popular. I was just an ordinary young adult, drifting along with the flow of life.
The music box became a constant companion. Whenever I felt tired or stressed, I would open the lid and listen to the melody. The gentle tune had a calming effect, as if it was soothing my weary soul. It was a strange feeling, like being comforted by an unknown presence.
One day, while listening to the music box, I noticed something peculiar. The melody seemed to change slightly each time I played it. It wasn’t a drastic change, but it was enough to make me realize that the music wasn’t just a simple, repetitive tune. It was evolving, as if it was telling a story.
I became obsessed with the music box. I spent hours listening to it, trying to decipher the story it was trying to tell. I started to keep a journal, writing down my interpretations of the melody. I felt like I was on a quest, trying to unravel a mystery that was hidden within the music.
As the days passed, the music became more complex, and the story it was telling became clearer. It was a story about a young woman who lived in a world that was very different from mine. She was a warrior, fighting against a dark force that threatened to destroy her world.
I was drawn into her story, feeling a strange connection to this fictional character. I felt her pain, her courage, and her determination. It was as if I was living her life, experiencing her struggles and triumphs.
One night, while listening to the music box, I had a vivid dream. I was in the woman’s world, standing beside her as she faced her enemy. I saw her wield her sword, her eyes burning with fierce determination. I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins, as if I was the one fighting.
When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The dream felt so real, so intense. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I had actually been there, in that other world.
I knew then that the music box was more than just a simple gift. It was a portal, a gateway to another world. And I was the one who had been chosen to experience it.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I was ready. I was ready to embark on this journey, to follow the music and see where it would lead me. I was ready to become a part of the story.
Clearly, the insertion had been much smoother, but Periwinkle, whose back passage had become sensitive, felt like she was being impaled by something much larger. Periwinkle, without even realizing it, clenched her teeth and rolled her eyes back until only the whites showed.
He thrust his cock in, angling it downwards from above.
Even if it was unwanted sex, Siwoo was already in berserker mode.
Moreover, having just witnessed the bare face of Periwinkle, something he couldn’t have imagined before, he had no self-control left.
“Ugh! Ugh! Hngh..! Haaang! Ahh..! This kind of thing….! It’s… humiliating…!”
“The position? Or the thing going into the butthole?”
“Again… the butthole…?”
Periwinkle is flustered by the sudden appearance of the word.
Yes.
Right now, he was firmly held by him, his excretory organs being violated.
The fact that he had almost forgotten was now clearly imprinted, and a renewed sense of humiliation made his body tremble.
But if I stay silent, it would be like admitting his vulgar words.
Feeling an intense pleasure and pressure that made her feel like she would be crushed on the bed, Periwinkle barely managed to open her mouth.
“Such… vulgar words… don’t use… hiiiick!… them…?”
“Vulgar? It’s the truth.”
“Hiiiieeeck….!”
Not long after reaching her peak, her extremely sensitive anal region reacted with a squirm to Siwoo’s teasing, which wasn’t quite teasing.
“If it’s not an asshole, then what is it?”
“Ugh… umph… hmmm…. haaa…!”
Dirty words, vulgar words, obscene words.
Dirty, vulgar, and obscene things don’t suit a witch.
Perhaps that’s why his taunts fiercely tear at Periwinkle’s pride, stimulating her humiliation.
-Squelch!
“Kyaaaaaa!”
Siwoo thrust his cock even deeper.
Periwinkle could easily undo this if she wanted to.
Yet, seeing her go along with Siwoo like this, wasn’t it possible that she was tacitly agreeing from the start?
Just like how she enjoyed it when Sharon or Yebin tormented or shamed her.
Siwoo, who had glimpsed her strength when Periwinkle killed the drowned witch, could only interpret it that way.
The fact that Periwinkle’s reaction seemed more like flustered excitement than refusal also played a big part.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“If it’s not my asshole, then what is it?”
“………Ugh…Hhh…”
Periwinkle squeezed her eyes shut and bit the sheet, as if refusing to answer.
Siwoo readjusted his grip on Periwinkle’s hips and began to piston violently, as if he would break her.
Even though he looked like this, he was a spirit body that had been trained over time.
If he wanted to, he could piston without stopping until he came.
“Until you answer, I will continue at this pace.”
뒷구멍에서 오일을 머금은 자지가 미꾸라지처럼 드나들 때마다 페리윙클이 뒷구멍을 조였다 푸는 속도 역시 빨라져 갔다.
Periwinkle’s body trembled like a farm tractor, and it seemed she couldn’t hold back any longer, showing signs of surrendering first.
“If I answer, huff… will you… stop…?”
Siwoo replied to Periwinkle, who barely managed to lift her head and speak.
“Yes, I swear on my witch name.”
“Huu… Ugh… Keuk…!”
Periwinkle hesitated for a moment.
But in this extreme situation, hesitation was a luxury.
-Squeak squeak squeak squeak
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each one a testament to the years he’d spent under the relentless sun. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and his hands, gnarled and calloused, moved with a surprising dexterity as he tended to his small garden. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming herbs, a comforting aroma that had been a constant in my life.
“You’re back early,” he said, his voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. He didn’t look up from his work, but I knew he was aware of my presence.
“The market was slow today,” I replied, placing the empty basket on the porch. “Not many people buying.”
He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “That’s the way of things, isn’t it? Some days the river flows, and some days it barely trickles.”
I sat down beside him, watching as he carefully pruned a rose bush. His movements were slow and deliberate, each snip of the shears precise. It was a ritual I’d witnessed countless times, yet it never failed to hold my attention.
“Did you hear from her?” I asked, the question hanging heavy in the air.
He paused, his hand stilling mid-motion. For a moment, he didn’t speak, and I could feel the weight of his silence pressing down on me.
“No,” he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. “Not yet.”
I knew better than to push him further. The silence stretched between us, filled with unspoken words and shared grief. It had been years since she left, but the wound was still raw, a constant ache in our hearts.
The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the garden. The air grew cooler, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. It was time to go inside, to prepare for the night.
“I’ll make dinner,” I said, rising to my feet.
He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the rose bush. “Thank you, child.”
I went inside, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his memories. The house was quiet, the only sound the gentle ticking of the old clock on the wall. I moved through the familiar rooms, each one holding its own story, its own echo of the past.
As I began to prepare the meal, I couldn’t help but wonder when the river would flow again, when the silence would finally be broken.
Siwoo picked up the pace.
오일보다 애액이 더 질질 흐르기 시작한 보지가 불알에 철벅철벅 스팽킹을 당하고, 페리윙클의 두 다리가 전극을 꽂은 개구리처럼 부들부들 떨렸다.
In the end, Periwinkle completely surrendered to Siwoo.
“Huu…eup…huung….hiing…. Butt… yes… that’s right! It’s going in my butt… that’s right…! So… stop! Just for a moment… I need to rest…!”
“Yes, I understand.”
Periwinkle screams, almost a shriek.
But Siwoo doesn’t stop.
Rather, he showcases an extreme tempo, even shaking Periwinkle’s waist like an onahole.
“Hey…! You, you said you’d stop…! You swore on your witch name…! Hicc…! Haaang…!”
“If I may be so bold, I don’t have a witch name.”
“……….Hey!”
The fact that Periwinkle, who had been so tenacious, was now desperately uttering such a vulgar word like ‘asshole’ probably meant she had reached her limit.
And Siwoo, too, wanted to back off a little and relax.
Siwoo waited for Periwinkle’s climax, still in the same piston-like position.
The anal mucous membrane, which had been clinging to his dick like climbing a steep hill, stopped abruptly after a certain point.
“Ugh… Ughhh….. Hyaaaaah!”
Forgetting everything else, Periwinkle’s sweet cry of delight burst forth amidst the plummeting pleasure.
순식간에 수축과 이완을 반복하며 정액을 짜내려 드는 페리윙클의 뒷구멍 깊이 시우는 하얀 정액을 콸콸 쏟아 넣었다.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
I was standing on the deck of a ship, staring out at the horizon.
The vast ocean stretched out before me, a deep blue that seemed to swallow the sky.
The ship was a large one, a merchant vessel carrying goods to distant lands.
I had been traveling for many days, and the journey was starting to wear on me.
But I didn’t mind.
I was on a mission.
A mission to find something that had been lost.
A treasure that had been hidden away for centuries.
I had heard stories of this treasure since I was a child.
Stories of a golden artifact that could grant wishes.
I didn’t know if the stories were true, but I had to find out.
I had to see for myself.
The ship was sailing towards a small island, an island that was said to be the location of the treasure.
The island was shrouded in mist, and it looked like a place that time had forgotten.
I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation as we drew closer.
I knew that this was where my journey would end.
Or perhaps, where it would truly begin.
The ship anchored off the coast of the island, and I prepared to go ashore.
I was ready for whatever awaited me.
I was ready for anything.
“Ugh….huff…ugh….”
“Hah… hah….”
사정의 순간 페리윙클의 몸을 덮치듯이 누른 덕에 가장 깊은 곳에 쌀 수 있었다.
그런데도 페리윙클의 뒷구멍은 부족하다는 듯이 꼼지락거리며 시우의 자지를 마사지했다.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
I was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the waves crash against the shore. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything.
I was empty.
Completely and utterly empty.
It had been a year since she left. A year since the day she told me she didn’t love me anymore. A year since the day my world had shattered into a million pieces.
I still remember her words. They were like shards of glass, piercing my heart with every syllable.
“I’m sorry,” she had said, her eyes filled with tears. “I just don’t feel the same way anymore.”
And then she was gone.
Just like that.
I had tried to move on. I had tried to forget her. But it was like trying to erase a tattoo from my skin. The more I tried, the more it seemed to dig deeper.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories. But they were relentless, like a swarm of bees buzzing around my head.
I saw her face, her smile, her eyes. I heard her laughter, her voice, her whispers.
It was torture.
I opened my eyes again, the setting sun now a distant memory. The sky was dark, and the stars were beginning to appear.
I stood up from the bench, my legs feeling heavy. I started walking, not knowing where I was going.
I just wanted to escape.
Escape from the pain, the memories, the emptiness.
But I knew it was futile.
No matter where I went, I would always be haunted by her ghost.
I walked for what felt like hours, my feet carrying me aimlessly through the streets. The city was quiet, most people already tucked away in their homes.
I finally stopped in front of a small convenience store. The lights were bright, a stark contrast to the darkness around me.
I went inside, the bell above the door jingling as I entered. The store was empty, except for the cashier, a young man with tired eyes.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and went to the counter. The cashier scanned the bottle, his movements slow and deliberate.
“That’ll be 1,000 won,” he said, his voice flat.
I paid him and left the store, the bottle of water clutched in my hand. I took a sip, the cold liquid doing little to quench the thirst that had been building inside me.
I continued walking, the city lights blurring around me. I felt like a ghost, wandering through the world, unseen and unheard.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to move on.
I was lost.
Completely and utterly lost.
And I didn’t know if I would ever find my way back.
As I embraced Periwinkle’s soft body, now soaked with sweat, and reached forward, her fair breasts, like ripe fruit, filled my hand.
The sensation was so pleasant that while I was briefly squeezing it, Periwinkle made giggling sounds, experiencing an afterglow of climax that was much longer than the man’s.
-Swoosh, plop!
“Huuuuuuu….”
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each one a testament to the years he’d spent under the sun. He sat on the porch, a worn wooden chair creaking beneath his weight, and watched the dust devils dance across the parched earth. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of something – perhaps stubbornness, perhaps a quiet understanding of the world.
“Another day, another dust storm,” he muttered, his voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. He spat a stream of tobacco juice into the dirt, the brown stain a stark contrast to the pale ground. “This land… it’s a hard mistress.”
He reached for the water jug, its clay surface cool against his calloused hands. He took a long swig, the water doing little to quench the dryness in his throat. He thought of his son, gone these past five years, and a familiar ache settled in his chest. The boy had been full of life, a restless spirit that had always yearned for something more than this barren land.
“Foolish boy,” he whispered, though there was no anger in his voice, only a deep, abiding sadness. “He chased the wind, and the wind took him.”
He looked up at the sky, the sun a blazing eye in the vast expanse of blue. He knew he wouldn’t see rain anytime soon. The land was parched, the crops withered, and the well was running low. But still, he would not leave. This was his home, the land of his fathers, and he would stay here until the very end.
He closed his eyes, the sun warming his face, and listened to the wind. It was a lonely sound, but it was a sound he knew well. It was the sound of his life, the sound of the land, and he would not trade it for anything.
몸을 일으키고 천천히 자지를 빼낸다.
The periwinkle’s slightly gaping rear, still throbbing from the intensely violent penetration, could be seen twitching as if it were breathing.
Not a single drop of semen flowed until he slowly closed his mouth.
워낙에 엉덩이를 치켜들고 있는 자세이고, 워낙에 안쪽에 싼 탓이다.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of a life lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a spark of something that could only be described as mischief. She sat on the low stool, her back bent like a willow tree in a storm, and meticulously peeled garlic. The sharp, pungent aroma filled the small kitchen, mingling with the scent of simmering kimchi and the faint, sweet fragrance of rice cakes.
“Aigoo, this old back,” she muttered, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “It’s not what it used to be.”
She glanced at the young woman sitting across from her at the small, worn table. Her granddaughter, Hye-jin, was engrossed in a thick book, her brow furrowed in concentration. The old woman smiled, a network of wrinkles deepening around her eyes. Hye-jin was a bright one, always with her nose buried in books. She was the pride of the family, the one who would go far, the old woman thought.
“Hye-jin-ah,” she called out, her voice a little louder this time.
Hye-jin looked up, her eyes blinking as if she had been pulled from a deep sleep. “Yes, Grandma?”
“You’re always reading those books. What are you learning today?”
Hye-jin closed the book, placing a finger to mark her page. “It’s about the history of Joseon, Grandma. About the kings and queens, the scholars and the battles.”
The old woman chuckled. “Kings and queens, huh? What good are they to us? It’s the rice that fills our bellies, not their fancy words.”
Hye-jin smiled, a gentle, understanding smile. “But Grandma, it’s important to know where we come from. To understand our past.”
“Past, shmast,” the old woman scoffed, but her eyes held a hint of fondness. “The past is gone. It’s the present that matters. And right now, we need to make sure this kimchi is spicy enough.”
She held up a piece of garlic, its white flesh glistening in the dim light. “Taste this, child. Tell me if it needs more gochugaru.”
Hye-jin took the garlic, her nose wrinkling slightly at the strong smell. She bit into it, her face scrunching up. “It’s… very strong, Grandma.”
The old woman laughed, a hearty, booming laugh that shook her small frame. “That’s how it should be! A good kimchi needs to have a kick!”
She continued peeling the garlic, her hands moving with practiced ease. Hye-jin watched her, her heart filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the spicy garlic. She knew that her grandmother’s words were often rough, but her heart was as soft as the rice cakes she made.
The kitchen was filled with the sounds of their quiet companionship, the rhythmic thud of the knife against the cutting board, the rustle of pages turning, and the occasional chuckle of the old woman. It was a simple scene, but it was a scene that held a lifetime of love and understanding.
“Haa, haa…. I didn’t know, he was like an animal….”
Periwinkle shuddered, yet still snapped at Siwoo.
Her gaze, sharp as a mustard seed, was now languid, as if soaked in honey.
거기에 꿈질거리는 보지와 후장을 훤히 드러내는 모습은… 역시 한 발로는 참기 힘들다.
The old man, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling, suddenly turned his head. His eyes, clouded with age, slowly focused on me.
“You… you’re still here?”
His voice was raspy, like dry leaves crunching underfoot. I nodded, pulling the chair closer to the bed.
“I told you to go. Why are you still here?”
“I wanted to stay with you.”
The old man’s lips twitched slightly. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it wasn’t a frown either. It was a strange expression, like a wilted flower trying to bloom.
“You… you’re a strange one.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. You’re strange.”
He repeated the word ‘strange’ as if savoring its taste. I didn’t say anything, just looked at him. The old man’s gaze wandered back to the ceiling.
“The sky… it’s always the same, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“It’s always blue, always the same color. It’s boring.”
“Maybe it’s not boring, but just… constant.”
The old man chuckled, a dry, rattling sound.
“Constant… yes, that’s a good word. Constant. Like life.”
He closed his eyes, and I thought he had fallen asleep. But then, he opened them again, his gaze fixed on me.
“Do you know… why I’m like this?”
“No, I don’t.”
“It’s because… because I’m tired.”
“Tired?”
“Yes, tired. Tired of everything. Tired of living.”
His voice was so low, it was almost a whisper. I leaned closer, trying to catch every word.
“I’ve lived a long life. I’ve seen everything. I’ve done everything. There’s nothing left for me to do.”
“But…”
“No buts. It’s the truth. I’m just… waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
The old man smiled, a faint, sad smile.
“Waiting for the end.”
His eyes closed again, and this time, he didn’t open them. I sat there for a long time, watching his chest rise and fall slowly. The room was quiet, filled with the heavy silence of waiting.
“I’m satisfied with this much. It was also tough… Will you release me now?”
“……..”
“Hey, can’t you hear me?”
“……..”
Siwoo grabbed Periwinkle’s waist again.
“Hey, hey! I said I was satisfied!”
Periwinkle, startled, tried her best to move her body. But with her wrists and ankles bound, she was slower than a crawl. Rather, her hips swaying from side to side only stimulated his lust.
It was already too late to hit the brakes, after inhaling so many fragrances. And not just any fragrance, but the scent of a 20th-tier Great Witch.
This isn’t enough to satisfy the Siwoo inside me.
“No way… are you really going to do it again?”
“Yes.”
“I-if you keep doing this, it won’t close…! Hnggg…!”
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she’d lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She chuckled, a dry, rustling sound like leaves skittering across pavement.
“You think you’re so clever, young one?” she said, her voice raspy but firm. “But the world is a tricky place. It has a way of humbling even the most arrogant.”
I crossed my arms, trying to look unfazed. “I’m not arrogant. I’m just… confident.”
She snorted, a sound that made her nose wrinkle even more. “Confidence without wisdom is just foolishness. You’ll learn that soon enough.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t deny the truth in her words. I had always been quick to act, often without thinking things through. It was a habit that had gotten me into trouble more than once.
“So, what’s your wisdom then, old woman?” I asked, trying to sound sarcastic but failing miserably.
She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made me feel like a child again. “Patience, young one. Patience is the key to everything. And a little bit of humility wouldn’t hurt either.”
I sighed, knowing she was right. But patience had never been my strong suit. I was always eager to move on to the next thing, to conquer the next challenge. It was a flaw, I knew, but one I couldn’t seem to shake.
“I’ll try,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, her eyes twinkling. “That’s all I ask. Now, go on. The world is waiting for you.”
I turned and walked away, her words echoing in my mind. Patience. Humility. They were lessons I needed to learn, if I ever hoped to truly succeed.
Leaving Periwinkle’s desperate cries behind, Siwoo thrust his cock back into Periwinkle.
The sound of the rain was unusually loud today.
It was a sound that made me want to curl up in bed and sleep, but I couldn’t. I had to go to work.
I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot, and my hair was a mess. I looked like a zombie.
“Ugh,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “I need coffee.”
I stumbled into the kitchen and started brewing a pot of coffee. While I waited, I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk. It was almost empty.
“Great,” I muttered. “Just what I needed.”
I poured the last of the milk into my mug and added a spoonful of sugar. The coffee was hot and strong, and it helped to wake me up a little.
I finished my coffee and went back to my room to get dressed. I put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
The rain was still coming down hard, and the streets were wet and slick. I walked carefully, trying not to slip.
I arrived at work a few minutes late, but no one seemed to notice. I went to my desk and started working.
The day passed slowly. I spent most of it staring at my computer screen, trying to focus on my work. I was tired and distracted, and I couldn’t wait to go home.
Finally, the clock struck five. I packed up my things and headed out the door.
The rain had stopped, and the sky was starting to clear. I walked home, feeling a little bit better.
When I got home, I took off my shoes and jacket and went into the living room. I turned on the TV and sat down on the couch.
I was exhausted, but I couldn’t fall asleep. My mind was racing, and I couldn’t seem to relax.
I got up and went into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Maybe this will help,” I said to myself.
I poured myself a glass of wine and went back into the living room. I sat down on the couch and took a sip.
The wine was smooth and delicious, and it helped to calm my nerves. I finished the glass and poured myself another one.
I sat on the couch for a while, watching TV and drinking wine. I started to feel sleepy, and I finally drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and rested. The rain had stopped, and the sun was shining.
I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
I looked out the window at the bright, sunny day. It was a beautiful day, and I was glad to be alive.
