## Chapter 313 – #70_Closer Than A Disciple, Further Than Love (3)
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Shiwoo didn’t hesitate to kiss Eloa all over her body.
He meticulously caressed her entire small, bouncy, yet feminine and soft body, as if he were painting it.
After receiving such caresses for nearly an hour, her whole body was bound to melt away.
It felt like all the bones and muscles in her body had disappeared.
There wasn’t a single place where she could properly exert any strength.
At first, the kisses were simply wonderful.
It felt like she was being loved from head to toe.
She squirmed at the sensuality and excitement that came from the soft lips and tongue brushing against her skin.
However, as time passed, she was able to grasp Shiwoo’s pattern of behavior.
Shiwoo was clearly caressing Eloa.
But not once did he caress a erogenous zone that could provide direct pleasure.
He would gently caress her chest with his tongue, but just as he seemed about to touch her nipple, he would teasingly move to another spot.
He would touch other places with his hands as if he were kneading his own body, but he wouldn’t even go near her panties, which were soaked with her fluids to the point of being completely see-through.
“Haa…haa…huuh…”
No matter how much Eloa arched her back and rubbed her wet thighs, Shiwoo continued his monotonous caresses with a stubbornness.
Again, his tongue smoothly rolled over Eloa’s chest.
Just a little more, just a little higher, and it would touch her nipples, which had shamelessly become erect.
Eloa, who had been biting her lip and holding her breath, let out a sigh of disappointment as she watched his lips disappear again into the distance.
“Huuuuh…”
Why wouldn’t he do anything?
Why was he only teasing her like this and not even taking off her panties?
Unlike her soaking wet nether region, her throat was parched.
The tingling sensation, which even made her feel anguish, was already making Eloa pant more than the alcohol.
How long was he going to keep her gasping like this?
“Shi…Shiwoo…”
Shiwoo, who had been playing with the waistband of her panties, which were caught on her pubic bone, looked up at Eloa.
His tone was as innocent as if he knew nothing.
“Yes, Master. Do you have something to say?”
Did she have something to say?
Of course, she did.
She wanted him to tease other places, even more embarrassing areas, with his mouth and tongue.
She wanted to beg him to put something hot inside her, like he had done in the rain tunnel.
But there was no way she could do that, was there?
“Nothing, ah…no, it’s nothing…”
Just the act of opening her clothes and lying down in front of Shiwoo had required unspeakable courage and determination.
She couldn’t bring herself to say seductive words or beg for more, like Sharon had done before.
“Hmph…huuuh…euh…”
In the end, Eloa received kisses that were like caresses but not quite, with her lips pressed together.
Before five minutes had passed, Eloa came up with a very good idea.
She would subtly guide Shiwoo to do what she wanted without him realizing it.
“Shi, Shiwoo.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Are, are you… alright?”
Eloa’s gaze flickered towards Shiwoo’s pants.
Between his legs, he boasted a magnificent pillar, as if he had pitched a 24-person tent.
It meant that Shiwoo was enduring as much as Eloa was.
“I am… sufficient.”
“Is that… so?”
“You’re quite drunk. No matter how much I want to have you, Master, I can’t do anything without your permission.”
‘Is it okay to take off my clothes and kiss me all over without permission?’ The urge to ask back rose to the tip of her throat.
But this was all Eloa’s doing.
She squeezed her eyes shut and took another breath.
Her long, beautiful eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly’s antennae.
Eloa, who had become crestfallen after her trump card was defeated more futilely than a water rocket, was on the verge of tears.
She was sure that she had said that she would allow everything today.
Could it be that Shiwoo had misunderstood her meaning? She even began to wonder.
She felt dizzy.
The heat of the hot whiskey, combined with the heat of her desire, made her feel lightheaded, as if she had heatstroke.
She wanted to be touched.
She wanted to be caressed.
She wanted him to do something, anything.
Lost in her instincts, Eloa felt a maddening frustration.
“Shiwoo…!”
Unable to bear it any longer, Eloa called out to Shiwoo.
Shiwoo, who had been tickling her belly button, looked up.
Eloa couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, so she lowered her gaze and whispered.
Actually, it was more like her voice had been swallowed by shame than a whisper.
“Is there… nowhere else… you want to kiss…?”
“Master, I didn’t hear you.”
“I asked… if there’s nowhere else… you want to kiss…”
“Nowhere else I want to kiss?”
Eloa nodded slightly.
She felt like her head would explode from shame and embarrassment.
“Is there anywhere else you want me to kiss, Master?”
But even as he saw Eloa’s state, Shiwoo acted even more obtuse.
Eloa felt a surge of anger.
He was being so cruel.
He knew everything, yet he was deliberately trying to get her to confirm it.
For the first time since she met him, she felt the urge to smack him on the back of the head.
“Ah…”
In the moment that Eloa was distracted by these thoughts, Shiwoo’s hand reached for her panties.
He grabbed the elastic band, skillfully pulled out the ribbon, lifted her hips, and then smoothly took off her panties, which were now in a pathetic state.
At the same time, Eloa’s slit was revealed.
It was clearly visible even in the dim light.
Her plump labia majora, which were stubbornly closed as if proclaiming that this was a precious place that should never be shown, and her pretty macaron-shaped vulva, which was glistening as if coated in sugar syrup.
If you followed the crack that was about the length of a finger, you could see a small, adorable sprout that had emerged on its own.
The sprout of pleasure, where erogenous zones were densely concentrated, was flushed and extremely sensitive.
Just the touch of a light breath made Eloa’s firm inner thighs twitch.
Eloa covered her face with both hands, overwhelmed by shame.
She already knew that she was wet.
But seeing her lower body exposed and Shiwoo holding her panties made her realize how indecent she looked.
“Master, this is…”
Shiwoo looked surprised as he held up Eloa’s panties.
Right now, every little movement she made, as she was embarrassed, was incredibly lovely.
He felt a small sadistic urge to make her even more flustered.
Eloa shook her head, making excuses in a voice that was barely audible.
“It’s sweat… sweat….”
“……”
“You knew all along… didn’t you…!”
That’s right.
There was no way Siwoo, who had been meticulously caressing me from head to toe, wouldn’t have known.
I wanted to push Siwoo away and run outside, with all my heart.
“I’m sorry, Master. It was my mistake.”
Mistake?
What was that supposed to mean?
“If I had known you were like this, I would have taken care of it for you sooner.”
“No, no, no, no, I can do it… Haaah…!”
Elroa, belatedly realizing the meaning of those words, tried to stop Siwoo.
Her back arched.
Her two feet stretched out stiffly, as if they were cramping, and she shuddered.
-Slurp… Slurp…
Because Siwoo had just licked Eloa’s pussy, which was surely a mess with her juices.
Even though it’s the vulva, not every part feels the same pleasure. Especially the swollen outer labia, plump with fluids, has a sensitivity similar to the inner thighs.
But Eloa had been tormented for far too long.
And the sexual thrill of ‘having her shameful place licked by a tongue’ and the shame of ‘having her dirty place sucked’ sparkled colorfully in Eloa’s mind.
“Shi…Shi…Shiwoo….”
Eloa’s voice trembled.
And Siwoo’s tongue and lips, which had been winding their way up, finally reached Eloa’s greatest weakness.
위험할 정도로 뾰족하게 솟아있던 클리토리스에 닿자.
I was born in a small, quiet village.
The village was so small that if you stood on the highest hill, you could see the whole thing at a glance. The houses were clustered together like mushrooms, and the smoke from the chimneys curled up into the sky like lazy dragons.
The people in the village were kind and gentle. They helped each other, shared food, and celebrated together. They were like a big family, and I was a part of that family.
I grew up playing in the fields, chasing butterflies, and listening to the stories of the old people. The stories were filled with magic and wonder, and they made me dream of faraway lands.
One day, I found a strange book in the attic of my house. The book was old and dusty, and the pages were filled with strange symbols and drawings. I didn’t know what the book was about, but I felt drawn to it.
I spent hours poring over the book, trying to decipher its secrets. I learned about the stars, the planets, and the mysteries of the universe. The book opened my eyes to a world beyond the village, a world of endless possibilities.
I knew then that I couldn’t stay in the village forever. I had to go out into the world and explore, to discover the secrets of the universe.
So, I packed my bags, said goodbye to my family, and set off on my journey. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew that I had to go.
The world was vast and full of wonders. I saw mountains that touched the sky, rivers that flowed like silver ribbons, and forests that were filled with strange and beautiful creatures.
I met people from all walks of life, each with their own stories to tell. I learned about different cultures, different languages, and different ways of life.
I faced many challenges on my journey. I was lost in the wilderness, I was attacked by wild animals, and I was betrayed by people I trusted. But I never gave up. I kept going, always moving forward, always learning.
And as I traveled, I began to understand the true meaning of life. I learned that life is not about the destination, but about the journey. It’s about the people you meet, the experiences you have, and the lessons you learn along the way.
And so, my journey continues. I don’t know where it will take me, but I’m excited to find out. I’m ready for whatever challenges lie ahead, and I’m grateful for every moment of this incredible adventure.
“Hee… Woo-oo-oot…!”
Eloa’s waist swayed grotesquely back and forth.
Her tightly closed pussy lips twitched, expelling a wet sound, and Eloa, with her waist and head thrown back, let out a faint moan.
“More than kissing other places, you seem to particularly like it here.”
“Hhhng…! Ughh…! Haaang…!”
Siwoo’s sly laughter.
Eloa slowly realized one thing.
Siwoo loses a significant amount of self-control when he smells her hair.
And tonight, he had been sticking to Eloa, inhaling her scent deeply as they were together and apart multiple times.
In other words, Siwoo right now is a little different from the Siwoo that Eloa knows.
-Smack! Smuack! Smack!
“Hiiik! Siwoo…! Stooop…!”
The rest was the same as before.
가볍게 뽀뽀하듯 엘로아의 음핵을 빨아당기는 시우의 입술.
표피가 완전히 벗겨져 나간 클리를 사정없이 난도질하는 혀 놀림.
The old woman’s face was a canvas of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she had lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she looked at me.
“So, you’re the one they’re calling the ‘genius’?” she said, her voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot. “Hmph, you don’t look like much.”
I bowed my head slightly, a gesture of respect I had learned from my grandmother. “It is an honor to meet you, Grandmother.”
She chuckled, a sound like pebbles tumbling down a hill. “Grandmother, is it? You’re a polite one, I’ll give you that. But politeness won’t get you far in this world, boy.”
I remained silent, waiting for her to continue. I knew that she was testing me, trying to gauge my worth.
“They say you can solve any problem, that your mind is like a steel trap,” she said, her gaze piercing. “Is that true?”
“I try my best,” I replied, my voice calm and even.
“‘Try my best’?” she scoffed. “That’s not the answer of a genius. A genius knows, boy. A genius doesn’t try.”
I met her gaze, my own eyes unwavering. “Then I know that I will solve any problem that is put before me.”
A flicker of something akin to approval crossed her face. “Hmph, maybe there’s something to you after all. But don’t get cocky, boy. There are many things in this world that even a ‘genius’ cannot comprehend.”
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon. “Now, tell me, what is it that you want from me?”
I took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of herbs and old wood. “I want to learn from you, Grandmother. I want to understand the things that cannot be comprehended.”
She smiled, a rare and beautiful sight. “Then you have come to the right place, boy. But be warned, the path to understanding is long and arduous. Are you ready to walk it?”
“I am,” I said, my voice filled with conviction.
“Then let us begin,” she said, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. “But first, fetch me some tea. My old bones are feeling a bit chilly.”
I smiled, a genuine smile that reached my eyes. “Of course, Grandmother.”
And so, my journey began.
The difference was that Elroa had been lonely for days, and her lust was at its peak after more than an hour of tantalizing foreplay.
It felt like a blade of pleasure was stabbing her body.
Sparks flashed before her eyes.
– *Chuuk! Chuuk! Chuu!*
“Hngh! S-Siwoo…! S-Stop… please…! Haaah!”
“Don’t say such things. You like it this much, don’t you?”
Because of that, I could only flail my spread legs helplessly, whimpering with this unsightly voice.
Right now, Elroa was nothing more than a ripened female, perfectly ready to be devoured.
“Haa, ha, I don’t like it at all…! Plea… ple…”
Elroa’s pleading voice suddenly stopped.
Her buttocks stiffened, and her breath hitched.
A huge explosion, a hot, sweet fire that had been building up in her lower abdomen, engulfed her body.
At the same time, as if time that had stopped was flowing again, Elroa began to writhe.
“Hwaaaahhh!!!!”
-Thud!
Her head, forced back, hit the bed frame, but she didn’t feel any pain.
The sheets clutched in her hands were crumpled and on the verge of tearing.
Went.
It was on a scale so grand it couldn’t be compared to anything I’d done alone.
It felt as good as the time I reached my peak through intercourse with Siwoo.
The old woman, who had been sitting with her back hunched over, straightened up with a creak. Her eyes, which had been half-closed, widened as she looked at me.
“You’re back.”
Her voice was as dry as a withered leaf. It was a voice that seemed to have been dried out by the long years, like a tree that had been standing in the same spot for a long time.
“Yes, Grandma.”
I replied, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. I didn’t want to show her that I was feeling down. I didn’t want to worry her.
“You’ve lost weight again.”
She clicked her tongue, her gaze fixed on my face. It was a familiar habit of hers. Every time she saw me, she would always say the same thing.
“I’m eating well, Grandma.”
“You’re always saying that. You’re like a reed, always swaying in the wind.”
She shook her head slowly, her eyes still fixed on me. I knew she was worried about me. I knew she was always worried about me.
“I’m fine, Grandma. Really.”
I smiled brightly, trying to reassure her. I didn’t want to see her worried face. I wanted to see her smile.
“Hmph. You’re always saying that.”
She snorted, but her lips curved slightly. It was a small smile, but it was enough to make me feel relieved.
“I brought you some snacks.”
I held out the bag I had been carrying. It was filled with the snacks she liked. Sweet rice cakes, honey cookies, and dried persimmons.
“You didn’t have to.”
She took the bag with a hesitant hand. Her eyes were fixed on the snacks, but I knew she was happy.
“I wanted to, Grandma.”
I sat down next to her. The old wooden floor creaked under my weight. The room was small and simple, but it was filled with a warmth that I couldn’t find anywhere else.
“How was work?”
She asked, her voice softer than before. She always asked me about work. She knew how hard I worked.
“It was okay. A little tiring, but okay.”
I answered honestly. I didn’t want to lie to her. She always knew when I was lying.
“You should rest more. You’re still young.”
She patted my hand with her wrinkled hand. Her hand was rough, but it was warm. It was a hand that had worked hard for a long time.
“I will, Grandma.”
I smiled and leaned my head on her shoulder. It was a familiar gesture, one that I had done countless times since I was a child.
“You’re always so tired.”
She sighed softly, but she didn’t push me away. She let me rest my head on her shoulder.
“I’m okay, Grandma. Really.”
I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of her body. It was a comforting warmth, one that made me feel safe and secure.
“You should eat something.”
She said after a while, her voice still soft.
“Okay, Grandma.”
I opened my eyes and smiled. I was hungry. I was always hungry.
“I’ll make you something.”
She stood up slowly, her body creaking again. She was old, but she was still strong.
“I’ll help you, Grandma.”
I stood up and followed her to the kitchen. It was a small kitchen, but it was filled with the smell of her cooking. It was a smell that I had always loved.
“You just sit there. I can do it.”
She waved her hand, but I didn’t listen. I helped her prepare the meal. It was a simple meal, but it was delicious. It was a meal that was filled with love.
We ate together in silence. It was a comfortable silence, one that was filled with unspoken words.
After we finished eating, I helped her clean up. We worked together, our movements synchronized. It was a familiar routine, one that we had done countless times.
“You should go home now. It’s getting late.”
She said after we finished cleaning up. Her voice was gentle, but I knew she was worried about me.
“Okay, Grandma.”
I stood up and put on my coat. I didn’t want to leave, but I knew I had to.
“Take care.”
She said, her eyes fixed on me.
“I will, Grandma. You too.”
I smiled and waved goodbye. I turned and walked out the door.
I walked down the narrow alleyway, my footsteps echoing in the silence. I looked back at the small house. It was a simple house, but it was filled with love. It was my home.
I smiled and continued walking. I knew I would be back soon. I always came back.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique 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 patterns of vines and flowers. It looked old, like it had been passed down through generations.
I didn’t know who had 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 at the time, having just moved out of my parents’ house. I’d been feeling a little lonely, to be honest.
I opened the box. The ballerina was dressed in a pale pink tutu, her arms gracefully curved above her head. I wound the key at the back, and a delicate melody began to play. It was a tune I’d never heard before, but it was strangely familiar, like a forgotten memory.
The music was beautiful, but it had a strange effect on me. As I listened, I felt a strange pull, a sense of longing for something I couldn’t quite name. It was like the music was calling to me, beckoning me to some unknown place.
I closed the box, and the music stopped. The feeling of longing faded, but it didn’t disappear completely. It lingered in the back of my mind, a subtle ache that I couldn’t ignore.
I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out who had sent the box. I asked my parents, my friends, even my neighbors, but no one knew anything about it. It was like the box had appeared out of thin air.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. The music kept playing in my head, and the feeling of longing was stronger than ever. I got out of bed and opened the box again. The ballerina began to spin, and the music filled the room.
This time, something was different. As I listened, the room around me seemed to fade away. The walls of my apartment dissolved, and I found myself standing in a different place.
It was a forest, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The trees were tall and ancient, their branches reaching up like gnarled fingers. The air was cool and crisp, and the scent of pine filled my nostrils.
I was scared, but also strangely calm. I felt like I was meant to be here, like this was the place the music had been calling me to.
I took a step forward, and the forest seemed to welcome me. The trees parted, and a path appeared before me. I followed the path, my heart pounding in my chest.
I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I had to keep moving. The music box was still playing, its melody guiding me through the forest.
I walked for what felt like hours, the forest changing around me. Sometimes the trees were thick and dark, other times they were sparse and bathed in moonlight. I saw strange creatures, animals I’d never seen before, but they didn’t seem to be afraid of me. They just watched me with curious eyes.
Finally, the path led me to a clearing. In the center of the clearing was a small cottage, its windows glowing with a warm light. The music box was still playing, its melody growing louder as I approached the cottage.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, the door of the cottage opened, and a figure stepped out.
It was a woman, her face hidden in shadow. But I knew, somehow, that she was the one who had sent me the music box.
“Welcome,” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Eloa’s waist writhes sensually.
깨끗하게 핥아주었음에도 다시 축축해진 보지에서, 애액 방울을 하얀 시트 위에 튀기며, 절조 없는 절정의 춤을 춘다.
As if unable to bear the pleasure, Eloa’s disgraceful trembling, like she was going mad, continued for over 20 seconds.
“Haa… haa… haa….”
She didn’t even seem to have the strength to hide her panting, heaving chest.
Eloa’s disheveled hair embroidered the pillow like gold thread.
Sweat beaded all over her body, and her vagina, still throbbing with the afterglow of pleasure, contracted and relaxed intermittently, demanding even greater ecstasy.
Eloa knew instinctively.
If she hadn’t been a witch.
So, if I hadn’t been a ‘spirit body’ that didn’t produce unnecessary waste…
I would have definitely caused a major disaster on this sheet when I orgasmed just now.
한 시간의 전희와 능숙한 시우의 테크닉, 그리고 엘로아의 오랜 금욕 생활은 요도와 방광에 힘이 풀려버릴 정도의 쾌감을 선사해주었다.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she’d weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she watched me struggle with the heavy wooden door.
“You’re not exactly a picture of strength, are you, young man?” she chuckled, her voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot.
I managed a weak smile, finally wrestling the door open. “It’s… heavier than it looks,” I panted, stepping into the dimly lit interior.
The air inside was thick with the scent of dried herbs and something vaguely sweet, like old honey. It was a comforting smell, one that spoke of a life lived close to the earth. The room was small, cluttered with jars and bottles of all shapes and sizes, their contents a mystery of powders and liquids. Sunlight filtered through the dusty window, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air.
“So, you’re the one they sent, huh?” the old woman said, her gaze sharp as she studied me. “The one who’s supposed to help me with my… little problem.”
I nodded, feeling a knot of nervousness tighten in my stomach. I was a scholar, not a problem solver. But the village elders had insisted, saying I was the only one who could understand the old woman’s strange ramblings.
“I’m here to help in any way I can,” I said, trying to sound confident.
The old woman let out a snort. “Help? You look like you’d be more likely to break something than fix it.” She gestured towards a stool with a gnarled hand. “Sit. Let’s see if you’ve got any brains behind that pretty face.”
I sat, the wooden stool creaking under my weight. The old woman settled herself on a low cushion, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Now,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Let’s talk about the whispers.”
I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. The reason I was here. The whispers that had been plaguing the village, the ones that only the old woman seemed to hear.
“Tell me everything,” I said, my voice barely above a breath.
A lingering sense of blissful happiness after the climax.
A languor, as if sinking into the finest bed, washes over Eloa.
At the edge of her blurred vision, she sees Siwoo smiling, spinning around.
She realizes Siwoo is naked, having somehow taken off his clothes.
His firm muscles and bizarrely imposing lower body were throbbing.
Eloa felt fear.
If she were pierced by that right now…
Will I really be able to keep my reason?
Maybe I need a little break?
While Siwoo was going down on her, Eloa subtly moved her body back, inching up to the edge of the bed.
Siwoo pulled Eloa’s thigh, shifting it down and away.
“Master seems to prefer kissing the clitoris. I’ve learned something good.”
“Th-that’s… not… it….”
The sense of crisis, of being smashed into that huge thing in this heightened state.
And Eloa was at a loss, feeling ashamed from Siwoo’s subtle teasing.
Siwoo took hold of Eloa’s stiffly outstretched thighs and gently spread them apart. Her legs opened with a supple ease, forming an M shape without resistance.
– Slurp
단단히 맞붙어 있던 엘로아의 보지도 슬며시 벌어지며 핑크핏 보짓구멍을 노출했다.
The sound of her smacking her lips was audible, she was so thoroughly soaked.
“Master, thank you for always guiding me in so many things.”
“Heeuk!”
As the hot object touched her throbbing clit, Eloa shuddered and recoiled.
I wish I could close my legs, which were spread so carelessly.
But Siwoo, who was holding my legs firmly, wouldn’t allow it.
“But it seems like I have more to teach you today.”
Siwoo’s thing began to rub up and down along Elroa’s small crevice.
