City ​​of Witches 274

## Chapter 274 – #61_Priest(4)

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1.
A firm belief that does not compromise in any situation is called conviction.
In the world, there are cases where two opposing convictions sharply clash over a single issue.

For example.
Pour sauce on sweet and sour pork. Don’t pour it.
Fried eggs are well-done. They are half-boiled.
Bacon is limp. It’s crispy.
And peaches are soft peaches. They are hard peaches.

These are all important issues that have no conclusion, but today, at this place, at least the answer to the last issue could be found.

The answer was here.
A butt full of bouncy elasticity and the soft flesh of a pussy in between.
Softness and firmness, the peach butt of my teacher, which encompasses all of that, is the best.

-Swish, swish

The plump pussy, like a macaron, seemed to let me in as I pressed with my glans, but if I let my guard down even a little, it would gently push my cock away.
Shiwoo rubbed his glans against the entrance, which was dripping with sweet, juice-like fluids.

“Ugh…!”

Eloa bit her lip tightly and swallowed a moan.
It was because of the sensation of her untouched slit being forced open.
Eloa’s butt turned into an even harder peach, startled by the tingling pain that made her shame and sense of immorality disappear.
The kiss, which had continued with considerable intensity, had soaked Eloa’s lower body, which knew nothing, but it was not enough.

“Teacher, I don’t think it will work like this.”

That’s right.

엘로아의 보지는 남성 경험은커녕 삽입 자위조차 없는 미개발지역.
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 rhythmic thud of the knife against the cutting board was the only sound in the small kitchen, a familiar melody that had filled the space for decades.

“Aigoo, this old back,” she muttered, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. She paused, rubbing her lower back with a gnarled hand. “It’s getting harder to do even this.”

A young woman, her granddaughter, entered the kitchen, her steps light and quick. Her face was bright, her eyes full of youthful energy. “Grandma, are you still peeling garlic? Let me help.”

The old woman looked up, a small smile gracing her lips. “No, no, you go and study. This old woman can handle it.”

“But Grandma…”

“Go on, go on. You need to become a great person, not a garlic peeler.” The old woman chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “Besides, I like the smell of garlic. It keeps the bad spirits away.”

The young woman smiled, knowing it was no use arguing. “Okay, Grandma. But call me if you need anything.”

“I will, I will. Now go.”

The young woman left, and the old woman resumed her task, the rhythmic thud of the knife filling the kitchen once more. The smell of garlic grew stronger, a comforting aroma that spoke of home, of family, of a life lived with simple joys and quiet strength.

흑인 뺨따귀를 갈기는 시우의 거근이 변변한 애무도 없이 삽입하기에는 너무나도 단련이 부족한 보지였다.
Even with the wetness of her juices, there was a distinct feeling of inadequacy, a natural tension that made it difficult for the opening to widen.

It was difficult to push my glans in with the stiff feeling.
I thought it would hurt too much until it was a little more soft and ripe.

“T-then, what should we do?”
“May I help you a little?”

“H-Help…?”

For some reason, the innocent look of his master, who seemed to know everything during their sparring sessions, stimulated Siwoo’s desire to conquer. Siwoo slightly lowered his upper body, as if kneeling.

Before Eloa could react, he finished pulling off her panties and pants.

“Ah…!”

The training pants and panties slid down her smooth calves.
Eloa was suddenly sporting a bottomless fashion.

“Uh…? Uh…? Uh…”

Shiwoo grabbed one of her legs.
He supported her elastic thigh with his arm, helping her maintain her balance.
Then, as he lifted her leg straight up, Eloa’s leg spread open with the flexibility of a ballerina.

Suddenly, Eloa found herself standing on one leg as if she were taking a ballet lesson.
Shiwoo was bearing almost all the weight of her leg, and her body was so well-trained that she could easily handle this much.
There was no anxiety from the instability of the pose.

However, Shiwoo was now squatting below Eloa, whose legs were spread wide.
The shame of having her hidden treasure exposed right in front of her made Eloa flustered.

“W-what kind of indecent pose is this? Haaang…!”

Shiwoo paid no mind to Eloa’s embarrassment.
He planted a deep kiss on her pinkish-white vulva, which was exposed as her legs were spread wide.

He parted the soft petals with his tongue and initiated a deep kiss.

“Hng… Mph!”

An act beyond imagination.
Eloa, who had thought of Siwoo as a disciple, had her first kiss, and even her first lower-lip kiss, stolen by him. She tried to grab Siwoo’s hair and push him away.
But he didn’t budge an inch.

“Ah, I haven’t even… properly washed yet… so… stop… that…”
“It’s okay. You don’t smell at all.”
“It’s not about… the smell… Haa…!”

It was true.
Although the salty taste of her fluids was strong on his tongue, it wasn’t unpleasant at all.
Moreover, Eloa’s scent, which was beginning to waft intensely like a brain-numbing drug, was truly captivating.
He felt like he could stay like this all day.

“Ugh… um….”

Eloa leaned her upper body against the wall.
One hand covered her mouth, while the other unconsciously tugged at Siwoo’s hair.
Such a lewd act, so suddenly.
Unlike Eloa’s thought process, which was impossible to keep up with, her body reacted swiftly.

“Haa…!”

Eloa, unable to cover her mouth, bit down on her lip, swallowing a groan.

I was so tired that I felt like I was going to die.

My body was heavy, and my eyelids felt like they were glued shut. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t. I had to get up. I had to go to work.

I dragged my heavy body out of bed and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw a haggard face staring back at me. My eyes were bloodshot, and my skin was pale. I looked like a zombie.

I splashed cold water on my face and tried to wake myself up. It didn’t work. I was still tired.

I brushed my teeth and got dressed. I put on my usual work clothes: a white shirt and black pants. I looked at myself in the mirror again. I still looked like a zombie.

I sighed and went to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. I poured myself a glass and drank it down in one gulp. It didn’t help. I was still tired.

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. The sun was already up, and the streets were bustling with people. I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus.

The bus arrived, and I got on. I found a seat near the back and sat down. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. The bus was too noisy.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window. The city was a blur of colors and shapes. I felt like I was going to throw up.

I closed my eyes again and tried to focus on my breathing. I took deep breaths in and out. It didn’t help. I was still tired and nauseous.

The bus finally arrived at my stop, and I got off. I walked to my office building and went inside. I took the elevator up to my floor and walked to my desk.

I sat down and turned on my computer. I opened my email and started to read through the messages. I felt like I was going to fall asleep at any moment.

I tried to focus on my work, but it was impossible. My head was pounding, and my eyes were blurry. I felt like I was going to pass out.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on my desk. I just wanted to sleep. I didn’t care about anything else.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake.

“Hey, are you okay?” a voice asked.

I opened my eyes and saw my coworker, Sarah, standing over me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound normal.

“You don’t look fine,” she said. “You look like you’re about to die.”

“I’m just tired,” I said.

“You should go home,” she said. “You’re not going to be able to work like this.”

“I can’t,” I said. “I have too much work to do.”

“Your health is more important than work,” she said. “Go home and get some rest.”

I knew she was right, but I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to admit that I was too tired to work.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll go home.”

I stood up and grabbed my bag. I said goodbye to Sarah and walked out of the office.

I went back to the bus stop and waited for the bus. I felt even worse than before. I was so tired that I could barely stand.

The bus arrived, and I got on. I found a seat near the back and sat down. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. The bus was too bumpy.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window. The city was still a blur of colors and shapes. I felt like I was going to throw up again.

I closed my eyes again and tried to focus on my breathing. I took deep breaths in and out. It didn’t help. I was still tired and nauseous.

The bus finally arrived at my stop, and I got off. I walked home and went inside. I took off my shoes and went straight to my bed.

I lay down and closed my eyes. I finally felt like I could relax. I fell asleep almost immediately.

I slept for hours. When I finally woke up, I felt much better. I was still tired, but I wasn’t as exhausted as I had been before.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I made myself a cup of tea and drank it slowly. I felt like I could finally think straight.

I sat down at my desk and opened my computer. I looked at my emails and started to work. I was still tired, but I was able to focus.

I worked for a few hours and then took a break. I went for a walk outside and got some fresh air. I felt like a new person.

I went back home and finished my work. I was still tired, but I was happy that I had been able to get everything done.

I went to bed early that night and slept soundly. I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to start the day.

I learned a valuable lesson that day. I learned that it’s important to take care of myself and that it’s okay to ask for help when I need it. I also learned that sleep is essential for my health and well-being.

From that day on, I made sure to get enough sleep and to take breaks when I needed them. I also learned to say no to things that I didn’t have time for.

I was much happier and healthier after I made these changes. I was also more productive at work.

I’m glad that I learned my lesson that day. It was a valuable lesson that I will never forget.

보지 입구에서 놀던 혓바닥이 꽃잎을 타고 올라오며 엘로아의 앙증맞은 콩을 건드렸기 때문이다.
능숙하게 클리를 덮고 있던 표피를 벗겨내고 입술을 모아 쭉쭉 빨아들이기 시작한 시우.
Based on quite a few experiences, Siwoo’s naturally acquired techniques were rather hardcore for Elloa, who was like untouched first snow.

The sprout that had been sleeping soundly beneath the surface is forcibly dragged out.

Having been subjected to a sloppy and sticky caress, I was forcibly transformed into something sharp and pointed.

그것을 딱 쾌감을 느낄 정도의 압력으로 쪼옥쪼옥 빨아대고 있다.
It wasn’t the kind of feeling I’d experienced alone before, like, ‘Is this pleasure?’ but rather a powerful sensation that preached, ‘This is pleasure!’

“Hhh…! Ugh…! Hhh…!”

Eloa repeatedly grabbed at Siwoo’s hair, stifling her moans.
But she couldn’t put any real strength into it.
Not only was her body drained of power, but she was also being mindlessly battered by a pleasure she was experiencing for the first time in her life.

“Haa… Ugh… St, stop it… Ugh… Ugh…”

Even if I try to stop them, they won’t listen.

시우는 무방비하게 노출된 엘로아의 클리토리스를 빨면서 그렇게 입술에 포획된 새싹을 혀끝으로 사정없이 문질거렸다.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.

It was a small, palm-sized music box. The outer shell was made of dark, polished wood, and the top was inlaid with a silver plate engraved with a single, elegant rose. It was beautiful, but what was even more peculiar was that it had no key.

I turned it over and over, wondering if there was a hidden latch or button, but there was nothing. I tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. It was as if it was sealed shut.

“What is this?” I muttered to myself, placing the music box on my desk.

I had received a lot of gifts that day. My friends had given me a fancy cake and a bouquet of flowers, and my parents had given me a new laptop. But this music box was different. It felt… strange.

I decided to leave it alone for a while. I had a lot of things to do, and I didn’t have time to waste on a mysterious music box. I went out with my friends, ate dinner with my family, and then finally went to bed.

But the next morning, something had changed.

When I woke up, I noticed that the music box was no longer on my desk. I looked around, and finally found it on my bedside table. I was sure I had left it on my desk. I must have moved it in my sleep, I thought.

I picked it up and examined it again. The rose on the silver plate seemed to shimmer slightly in the morning light. I tried to open it again, but it still wouldn’t budge.

I was starting to get a little frustrated. I decided to try one last thing. I placed my ear against the music box and listened.

And then, I heard it.

A faint, delicate melody was coming from inside. It was a beautiful, melancholic tune, like a lullaby from a distant dream. I couldn’t quite place it, but it felt strangely familiar.

I listened to the music for a long time, lost in its gentle rhythm. It was as if the music box was whispering secrets to me.

When the music finally stopped, I felt a strange sense of calm. It was as if the music had washed away all my worries and anxieties.

I decided to keep the music box close to me. I didn’t know what it was, or where it came from, but I had a feeling that it was something special.

And so began my strange journey with the mysterious music box.

“Huuuuh-euh-euh-euh…!!!”

I couldn’t possibly let Siwoo hear such an unsightly voice.

Eloa instinctively swallowed her groan, but that was all she could manage.

Eloa’s trembling body shook violently.
She had reached a light climax, thanks to the mileage of pleasure that had been steadily accumulating.

“Haa… haa…. Hnnn…. Hnnn…”

As Siwoo lowered his legs, Eloa naturally returned to the doggy position.
Her knees were pressed tightly together, and her legs trembled from her thighs to her toes.

Without even touching her, her buttocks twitched automatically, a sign that she was still feeling the afterglow of her climax.

“Ah… ah…. Ugh…”

아직도 그의 입안에서 희롱당했던 음핵이 찌릿찌릿 떨리며 쾌락을 발산한다.
The crotch, which had been moderately damp until just now, was soaked, and silvery threads were trailing down to my thighs.

Now I think I understand why Periwinkle reacted that way.
When something like this happens, no matter how hard you try to save face, it all crumbles.

“Are you alright?”
“I, I’m fine… but that’s enough now… stop using your magic…”

That’s why it has to end here.
If I endure any more of this, I won’t be able to hold back a moan, and I’ll end up crying out pathetically.
Even if the situation has come to this, I can’t show Siwoo such an unsightly display.

Elroa’s buttocks, which were making a futile, firm resolution, were grasped.
As she felt his thick palm resting on her buttocks like a handle, Elroa suddenly remembered something.

If this keeps up, Siwoo will see my backdoor completely.
Just like Periwinkle, he’ll expose the shameful sight of my filthy hole writhing in embarrassment.
And what if Siwoo gets interested in it and tries to explore my rear…

A chill ran down my spine.

It was Eloa, who had felt pain just from trying to insert it in the front.
To receive a cock into her much narrower, tightly sealed backdoor was, even after conceding a hundred times, an impossible task.

“Now, just wait a moment…!”

“Weren’t we supposed to finish quickly?”

Shiwoo was pressing Eloa, as if waiting any longer was unbearable. Normally, she should have felt bewildered by his sudden change, but Eloa’s thoughts didn’t reach that far. She had neither the time nor the composure for it.

Eloa hastily pulled one hand away and gently placed it between her buttocks. It was a hand-mosaic, preventing him from possibly inserting it, and from seeing it.

“Th-that’s enough now…”

Even Shiwoo, who didn’t know the full story, could roughly guess. It was Eloa’s desperate attempt to hide her shameful hole, even while having sex.

Eloa, who had always taught Shiwoo as a mentor in every way, was now making gestures that seemed to say, ‘I don’t know anything.’ Each and every one of those gestures only served as a trigger for his excitement. He had never dreamed that the strict Eloa could be this adorable.

“Then, I’ll put it in.”

시우의 자지가 마침내 흠뻑 젖은 엘로아의 보지를 비집고 들어간다.
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 something—perhaps mischief, perhaps wisdom, or maybe just the stubborn refusal to be extinguished. He sat on the porch, a worn wooden chair creaking beneath his weight, and watched the world go by with the patience of a mountain.

The village was a patchwork of thatched roofs and narrow, winding paths, a place where time seemed to move at a slower pace. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the sweet fragrance of blooming jasmine. Children’s laughter echoed through the streets, a melody that had been playing for generations.

He remembered a time when the village was bustling with life, when the fields were full of farmers and the market square was a riot of colors and sounds. Now, many of the houses stood empty, their windows like vacant eyes staring out at a world that had moved on without them. The young people had all left for the city, drawn by the promise of a better life, leaving behind only the old and the memories.

He sighed, a sound like the rustling of dry leaves, and reached for his pipe. The tobacco was coarse and strong, the kind that burned slow and steady, like the rhythm of his life. He lit it with a match, the flame flickering in the gentle breeze, and took a long, slow draw. The smoke curled around his head, a hazy halo that seemed to blend with the afternoon sun.

He thought of his wife, her face as clear in his mind as if she were sitting beside him. She had been gone for many years now, but her presence still lingered in every corner of the house, in every flower in the garden, in every star in the night sky. He missed her laughter, her gentle touch, the way she used to hum while she worked in the kitchen.

He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he was young again, walking hand-in-hand with her through the fields, the sun warm on their faces, the future stretching out before them like an endless road. But then the moment passed, and he was back on the porch, the old man with the wrinkled face and the cloudy eyes, watching the world go by.

He opened his eyes and saw a young boy standing at the edge of the porch, his face smudged with dirt, his eyes wide with curiosity. The boy held out a small, wilted flower, his hand trembling slightly. The old man smiled, a slow, gentle smile that reached all the way to his eyes. He took the flower from the boy’s hand, his fingers brushing against the soft skin.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice raspy but kind. “It’s a very beautiful flower.”

The boy smiled back, his face lighting up like the morning sun. He sat down on the porch, his legs dangling over the edge, and watched the old man with the same patience that the old man had watched the world. And for a moment, the old man felt a flicker of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, the world hadn’t moved on entirely.

“Ugh… *huff*…”

Sexual arousal induced through caresses isn’t merely about increasing the amount of lubrication. The vaginal mucosa, naturally relaxed through pleasure, becomes much more receptive to the penis.

“Kuh-huk…eup…eum…!!”

Siwoo’s waist moved forward slowly, and as if linked to it, Eloa’s heels lifted slowly.

비좁은 구멍을 강제로 개척하던 자지가 마침내 엘로아의 처녀막을 꿰뚫었다.
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he’d weathered. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, like embers glowing beneath ash. He sat hunched over a low table, his gnarled fingers deftly manipulating the worn pieces of a go board. The small, black and white stones clicked softly as he moved them, each placement a calculated move in a silent battle.

Across from him, a young man sat with an air of restless energy. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the dusty shelves lined with ancient books, the faded tapestries hanging on the walls, and the sunlight filtering through the grimy windowpanes. He tapped his foot impatiently, his gaze returning to the go board with a mixture of curiosity and frustration.

“Are you going to make a move or just stare at the board all day?” the old man asked, his voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind.

The young man’s lips curled into a slight smile. “I’m just trying to understand your strategy, Grandpa,” he said, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

“Strategy?” the old man chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “There’s no strategy, boy. It’s just about seeing the board, feeling the flow, and knowing where to place your stones.”

The young man rolled his eyes. “Right, just like that. I’m sure there’s more to it than that.”

“Maybe,” the old man conceded, his eyes twinkling. “But you won’t learn it by thinking too much. You need to feel it.” He paused, his gaze softening. “Like you need to feel the wind to know which way it’s blowing.”

The young man frowned, his brow furrowed in concentration. He picked up a white stone, his fingers hovering over the board. He glanced at the old man, who was watching him with an almost unnerving intensity. With a sigh, he placed the stone on the board, the click echoing in the quiet room.

The old man nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. He picked up a black stone and placed it on the board, his movements deliberate and precise. The game continued, each move a silent conversation between the two, a dance of strategy and intuition. The room was filled with the soft clicks of the stones, the only sound in the quiet afternoon.

“Haaack…!”

With a sound like a cat hissing.
Eloa’s back arched like a bow, and her hair was completely disheveled.
She didn’t even have the strength to cover her rear, quickly bracing her hands against the wall, her legs trembling.

Was it because she had been sufficiently loosened up?
The pain itself wasn’t much.
However, the foreign sensation, the heat, and the throbbing pulse that had invaded her body made Eloa unable to do anything.

“Wow…”

마침내 자지를 거의 다 삽입한 시우.
A gasp of admiration escapes me.

One fact you can immediately feel by inserting a finger.
A woman’s vaginal opening is not a straight line.
It is basically made of mucous membranes that are curved and folded, and the sensation during insertion changes greatly depending on the texture of the mucous membranes.

The world was a mess.

It was a world where the sky was always gray, and the ground was always damp. The air was heavy, and the smell of rust and decay lingered everywhere.

I was born in this world, and I grew up in this world. I never knew what it was like to live in a world where the sky was blue, and the ground was dry. I never knew what it was like to breathe clean air.

I was always alone. I never had any friends. I never had any family. I was just me, in this messed-up world.

I didn’t know why I was born into this world. I didn’t know why I had to live in this world. I didn’t know why I had to suffer in this world.

I just wanted to die.

But I couldn’t die.

I was cursed.

I was cursed to live in this world, forever.

I was cursed to suffer in this world, forever.

I was cursed to be alone in this world, forever.

I hated this world.

I hated myself.

I hated everything.

I just wanted to escape.

But I couldn’t escape.

I was trapped.

I was trapped in this world, forever.

I was trapped in my own body, forever.

I was trapped in my own mind, forever.

I was a prisoner.

I was a prisoner of this world.

I was a prisoner of myself.

I was a prisoner of my own mind.

I was a prisoner, and I would always be a prisoner.

I was doomed.

I was doomed to live in this world, forever.

I was doomed to suffer in this world, forever.

I was doomed to be alone in this world, forever.

I was doomed.

I was doomed.

I was doomed.

In that sense, my master’s grace-filled pussy was a legendary one of a kind that I had never experienced before.

The insertion itself is smooth.

예빈처럼 진득하게 녹아 달라붙는 느낌이라던가, 샤론처럼 까칠까칠하게 훑어주는 요망한 감각은 없지만 무척 비좁으면서도 매끄럽고 상냥하게 자지를 감싸주었다.
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 a new beginning.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new world.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new era.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new hope.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new despair.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new war.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new peace.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new love.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new hate.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new life.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of a new 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 just the wind.

The wind was blowing.

It was just the wind.

However, when inserted beyond a certain depth, a change occurred.

구불구불 3번 꺾이는 굴곡과 그 마디마다 자지를 차례대로 조여주는 탄탄한 질근육이 느껴진다.
아직 넣은 것 밖에 하지 않았는데 귀두 밑, 자지 중간을 오물오물 물어주는 감각은 황홀경 그 자체였다.
Had she trained her spirit body to its limits, was it possible she had unknowingly trained even her innermost flesh?

I never imagined I’d confirm Takasho’s advice that women who work out have a different kind of *tteokgam* in this way.

“I’ll move slowly.”
“Hoo… hnnng… Ah, I understand… Please, please just a little gently… I beg you…”

Siwoo grabbed Eloa’s butt, which was making groaning sounds.

자연스럽게 두툼한 음순이 벌려지며 한결 매끄러운 삽입이 가능해진다.
And as a bonus, he was able to intermittently catch glimpses of her cherry-blossom-pink rear folds, so Siwoo had nothing to be dissatisfied about.

-Thwack!-

Siwoo slowly took the object out and pushed it back in.

“Haa…!”

He didn’t pull it out far, nor did he push it in deep.
Yet, Eloa groaned as if she had been struck.
The only difference was that her groan was mixed with a sweet nasal sound.

– Squeak!

다시 한번 자지를 빼고 또 한 번 넣는다.
As her pussy clamped down on his cock in a wave-like motion, he was startled, and Elroa let out another moan, “Aah!”

Instead of a cry of pain, her reaction was one of being steeped in pleasure. Siwoo began to move in earnest, gripping Elroa’s waist and thrusting back and forth.

“Haa… umm..! Ugh! Ugh! Hnnngh!”

Each time the object was pulled out and pushed back in, my master made cute little sounds, suppressing her moans.

As the reciprocating motion progressed, the increasingly deeper penetration delivered a pleasure like a bouquet of flowers, one I hadn’t even imagined.

“Master.”
“Hnnngh…!”

The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.

It was a small, white box, no bigger than a palm. There was no address or sender’s name on it. It just appeared on my desk one morning.

I was a bit puzzled. I didn’t remember ordering anything, and I certainly didn’t have any friends who would send me a gift. I cautiously opened the box.

Inside, there was a single, small seed. It was a strange-looking seed, unlike any I had ever seen before. It was round and smooth, with a faint, silvery sheen.

I stared at the seed for a long time. What was this? And who sent it to me?

I decided to plant it. I had a small flowerpot on my desk, and I carefully buried the seed in the soil. Then, I watered it and waited.

The next day, a small sprout emerged from the soil. It was a vibrant green, and it grew quickly. Within a week, it had grown into a small plant with delicate leaves.

The plant was beautiful, but it was also strange. It seemed to react to my emotions. When I was happy, its leaves would sway gently. When I was sad, they would droop.

One day, I was feeling particularly lonely. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and I was feeling lost and alone. As I sat at my desk, staring at the plant, tears began to well up in my eyes.

Suddenly, the plant began to glow. A soft, warm light emanated from its leaves, and it seemed to be reaching out to me. I reached out and touched one of its leaves.

A strange sensation washed over me. It was as if I could feel the plant’s emotions, and it could feel mine. It was a connection unlike any I had ever experienced before.

From that day on, the plant became my constant companion. It was always there for me, listening to my joys and sorrows. It was a silent friend, a confidant, and a source of comfort.

I named it “Lumi,” which means “light” in my language. It was a fitting name, because Lumi had brought light into my life.

One day, I was reading a book about botany, and I came across a description of a plant that sounded very similar to Lumi. It was called the “Empathic Bloom,” and it was said to be a rare and magical plant that could connect with the emotions of its owner.

I was amazed. Could Lumi really be an Empathic Bloom? It seemed too incredible to be true.

But as I looked at Lumi, I knew that it was real. It was a magical plant, and it had chosen me.

I didn’t know why I had been chosen, or what the future held for me and Lumi. But I knew that I was no longer alone. I had a friend, a companion, and a magical plant that had changed my life forever.

뇌가 녹는 것 같은 쾌감과 혼란 속에 시우가 엘로아를 부르자 갑자기 보지가 움찔움찔하며 자지를 주무른다.
Even while endlessly indulging in pleasure, Siwoo’s address of her as “Teacher” instilled in Elroa a strange sense of guilt and depravity.

“Master, are you in a good mood?”

Siwoo, finding the reaction amusing, asked without even realizing it.
Moreover, it was a subtly teasing tone, causing Elroa to unconsciously lower her head and shake it from side to side.

I couldn’t open my mouth.
It was because of the sense of crisis that if I opened my mouth now, I would end up crying out sweetly.
Eloa’s will, that she couldn’t show such a sight to her disciple, was desperately manifesting.

But the resolve was in vain.
Siwoo prepared a gift for Eloa, who wasn’t giving a proper answer.
Until now, he had been adjusting the depth of insertion, considerate of her suffering from the shock of the breakup… but this much should be enough.

3단의 굴곡을 자랑하며 흉악한 조임을 선보이는 보지 안에서 자궁구에 귀두를 조준한다.
해저협곡을 유영하는 어뢰처럼 스르륵 나아간 귀두가 처음 겪어보는 쾌감에 잔뜩 당황 중인 자궁구에 톡 맞닿았을 때.
The sound of the rain was deafening.

It was a downpour that seemed to want to swallow the entire world. The sky was dark, and the streetlights were barely visible through the thick curtain of rain. I was sitting in a small cafe, staring out the window. The cafe was almost empty, with only a few other customers scattered around. The air was thick with the smell of coffee and dampness.

I took a sip of my lukewarm Americano. The bitter taste did little to lift my spirits. I was feeling restless and anxious. It had been a long day, and I was tired of everything. I wanted to go home, but the rain was showing no signs of stopping.

I glanced at my watch. It was almost 10 PM. I had been sitting here for almost two hours, just watching the rain. I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to clear my head.

Suddenly, I heard a loud crash. I opened my eyes and looked around. A young woman had just dropped a stack of books near the entrance. The books were scattered all over the floor, and she was frantically trying to pick them up.

I watched her for a moment, feeling a strange sense of sympathy. She looked flustered and embarrassed. I got up from my chair and walked over to her.

“Let me help you,” I said.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise. “Oh, thank you,” she said, her voice soft.

I knelt down and started picking up the books. She joined me, and together we quickly gathered them all.

“I’m so clumsy,” she said, a small smile on her face. “Thank you for helping me.”

“It’s no problem,” I said. “I’m just glad I could help.”

We stood there for a moment, looking at each other. She had a kind face and bright eyes. I felt a strange connection to her, as if I had known her for a long time.

“I’m Hana,” she said, extending her hand.

“I’m Minho,” I replied, taking her hand.

We shook hands, and I felt a small spark of something pass between us. It was a strange feeling, but I couldn’t deny it.

“It’s still raining pretty hard,” she said, looking out the window. “I don’t know how I’m going to get home.”

“I have an umbrella,” I said. “I can walk you home if you want.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really? That would be great.”

“Of course,” I said. “Let’s go.”

We walked out of the cafe together, into the pouring rain. I opened my umbrella, and we huddled close together as we walked down the street. The rain was still coming down hard, but I didn’t mind. I was happy to be walking with Hana.

We talked as we walked, and I learned that she was a student at the local university. She was studying literature, and she loved to read. I told her that I was a writer, and she seemed genuinely interested in my work.

We walked for about twenty minutes, and finally, we reached her apartment building.

“Thank you so much for walking me home,” she said. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure,” I said. “I enjoyed talking to you.”

“Me too,” she said. “Maybe we can meet again sometime?”

“I’d like that very much,” I said.

We exchanged phone numbers, and then she went inside. I watched her go, feeling a strange sense of happiness. I turned around and started walking home, the rain still pouring down around me. But this time, I didn’t mind the rain at all. I had met someone special, and I knew that my life was about to change.

“Haaang, aahng, haaeeeuuung….!”

Eloa had no choice but to be sunk by the explosion of a blissful orgasm.