## Chapter 314 – #70_Closer Than A Disciple, Further Than Love (4)
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1.
The pool of her own juices was so copious it would have reached her ankles had she been standing.
Her sprout, still throbbing with the aftershocks of pleasure, made its presence known.
And then there was the hot, male member rubbing against her narrow opening.
Eloa, panting, stared at it as if in a trance.
Her naturally impossible pink eyes shimmered with a faint, heated delight.
-Squelch!
“Ugh…!”
He was going in now.
Into the hole that had been heating up, now as hot as lava.
The thing that would scrape away all her lust and longing was about to be inserted.
Eloa, who had spread her legs wide in preparation, suddenly felt a hitch in her heart.
She had resolved to be honest today, but that didn’t mean all her guilt had vanished.
No matter how nicely she wrapped it up, this was a forbidden act.
No matter how happy and joyful she felt, a part of her still couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing something she shouldn’t.
“W-wait a moment…”
So, Eloa covered her crotch with both hands.
Despite Eloa’s sudden change of heart, which seemed to be about to demand insertion, Siwoo wasn’t flustered.
“Could you bring me a little more alcohol?”
The tipsy feeling from the whiskey was already kicking in, but it still felt insufficient.
If she could just down an entire bottle and get so drunk she couldn’t tell what was what, at least this moment would be easier.
“So… you’re still bothered by it?”
“……”
Siwoo, who had been so aggressively charging forward, hesitated, and after a moment of thought, she nodded.
If she could have just rationalized it a few times and slept with Siwoo without a second thought, she would have succumbed to temptation and invaded his bedroom long ago.
Eloa glanced at Siwoo.
A sudden stop sign when the mood was at its peak.
She was worried that Siwoo might have taken it as a ‘rejection,’ or that he might be secretly upset.
But Siwoo spoke with an entirely calm expression.
“You could have told me comfortably. I’m worried I might have pushed you too hard.”
“It’s not that, just a little more alcohol…”
“I’m sorry.”
Siwoo, who had been leaning in as if about to pounce, pulled away.
He took his hands off her thighs, which he had been pressing open, and it felt like things were coming to an end.
Eloa was flustered.
“W-what…?”
It wasn’t that she didn’t want it.
It wasn’t that she was planning to end things halfway.
She had just planned to get a little more drunk before proceeding, but somehow the mood had taken a strange turn.
It felt like Siwoo was about to say, ‘I was inconsiderate. I’ll be going now,’ and leave.
Just as Eloa had made a place for herself by rationalizing with all her might, tonight was also a night Siwoo had mustered his courage.
It was the moment when two people who had been orbiting each other finally aligned.
If it ended like this, would such a thing ever happen again?
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go…
As Eloa, flustered and anxious, could only move her lips, Siwoo asked.
“Come to think of it, Master.”
“W-what is it?”
“Are you still not feeling well these days?”
A sudden change of topic.
Even Eloa could tell that the sticky atmosphere from before had vanished.
It was all over, she had wasted a precious opportunity by dragging her feet… or so she thought.
Due to the reckless contract she had made in the battle against the Witch of Cowardice, Eloa had suffered extreme exhaustion and would have to pay the price for nearly half a year.
Her physical strength was now limited to about one-fifth of her normal level, and she was constantly plagued by chronic headaches.
The number of contracts she could make and the total amount of magic she could wield had also greatly decreased.
It was just that Eloa herself was so strong-willed that she didn’t show it at all.
“It’s… alright. It’s not as bad as it used to be.”
She didn’t have the confidence to lead the atmosphere back to how it was before.
Hiding her deep disappointment and dejection, she wondered when she should put her underwear back on.
“I wish you would be honest with me. You always hide the difficult parts.”
“Why are you suddenly asking that?”
Eloa tilted her head at the unexpected question.
“If you’re too bothered by it, Master… I don’t think you need to think about it so hard.”
“What do you mean?”
“The feelings you’re experiencing are natural. But if it’s a medical procedure… wouldn’t it be easier for you to accept?”
A medical procedure?
Eloa’s mind snapped to attention.
That’s right.
Siwoo released a lot of pure magic when he ejaculated.
Pure magic that couldn’t be replaced by any other magic source.
Of course, that alone wouldn’t solve Eloa’s ‘price,’ but it would be helpful rather than nothing.
Siwoo was providing an excuse for Eloa, who felt guilty about the dalliance with her disciple.
In other words, the opportunity hadn’t disappeared yet.
“……”
“Master?”
At Siwoo’s question, pretending not to know anything, Eloa relaxed the thighs she had been clenching.
The heat that had been cooling down began to rise again as she mined the possibility.
“W-well… the truth is… I’m very tired… I guess, I overdid it, and, um… also, the situation was so urgent, so my injuries were severe…”
Eloa’s words dragged on.
“Actually, magic itself doesn’t really… affect the price… no! I don’t mean it’s completely useless… but it does have a significant impact on recovery… so, if you were to give me your magic…”
“If I were to give it…?”
“…it would be nice…”
Eloa barely managed to utter the words she couldn’t bring herself to say.
Though the words were different, it was no different than asking him to stick his dick in her.
Her fingers fidgeting nervously around her chest were proof of her embarrassment.
Siwoo grinned as if he had been waiting for that answer.
“Then I have no choice but to give you an injection.”
2.
“Does it… have to be in this position…?”
“Yes, I’ve tried various things, and this is the most effective.”
Before beginning the medical procedure in earnest, Siwoo instructed Eloa to assume a certain posture.
First, lie comfortably on the bed and place a pillow behind your head.
Place both hands behind your knees, pull your legs up, and bring them as high as possible.
She spreads her legs wide, assuming a position to await intercourse.
The old man’s face was a mess.
His eyes were swollen, his nose was red, and his lips were trembling. He looked like a child who had been caught doing something wrong.
“I… I didn’t know…”
He stammered, his voice cracking.
“I really didn’t know that would happen.”
He kept repeating himself, as if trying to convince himself.
“I just… I just wanted to help.”
He looked up at me with tearful eyes.
“I just wanted to help my son.”
His voice was so weak, it was barely audible.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He bowed his head deeply.
I looked at him silently.
I didn’t know what to say.
I didn’t know what to do.
I just stood there, watching him.
The old man kept apologizing, his body shaking.
I could see the pain in his eyes.
The pain of a father who had failed his son.
The pain of a man who had made a terrible mistake.
I sighed softly.
“It’s okay.”
I said, my voice calm.
“It’s okay. I understand.”
The old man looked up at me, surprised.
“You… you understand?”
He asked, his voice trembling.
I nodded.
“Yes. I understand.”
I said again.
“You just wanted to help your son.”
The old man’s eyes filled with tears again.
“Yes… yes, that’s right.”
He said, his voice choked with emotion.
“I just wanted to help him.”
He started crying again, his body shaking.
I watched him silently.
I didn’t say anything.
I just let him cry.
After a while, the old man stopped crying.
He wiped his tears with his sleeve.
“Thank you.”
He said, his voice hoarse.
“Thank you for understanding.”
I nodded.
“It’s okay.”
I said again.
“It’s all right.”
The old man looked at me for a long time.
Then, he smiled weakly.
“You’re a good person.”
He said.
“You’re a very good person.”
I didn’t say anything.
I just looked at him.
The old man stood up slowly.
“I have to go.”
He said.
“I have to go see my son.”
I nodded.
“Okay.”
I said.
“Go see him.”
The old man turned around and walked away.
I watched him go.
I watched him until he disappeared from sight.
Then, I turned around and walked back to my room.
I sat down on my bed.
I looked at the ceiling.
I thought about the old man.
I thought about his son.
I thought about the things that had happened.
I sighed softly.
I didn’t know what to think.
I didn’t know what to feel.
I just felt… tired.
I closed my eyes.
I tried to sleep.
But I couldn’t.
My mind was too busy.
My heart was too heavy.
I opened my eyes again.
I looked at the ceiling.
I sighed again.
I got up from my bed.
I walked to the window.
I looked out at the city.
The city was still.
The city was quiet.
The city was sleeping.
I watched the city for a long time.
Then, I turned away from the window.
I walked back to my bed.
I sat down again.
I closed my eyes.
I tried to sleep again.
This time, I was able to.
I fell asleep.
I slept soundly.
I didn’t dream.
I just slept.
“…In my opinion… it seems unnecessarily embarrassing…”
Eloa, who had initially followed his instructions obediently, was overwhelmed with an indescribable awkwardness as soon as the pose was complete.
It’s on a different level than just being naked.
축축하게 젖은 생식기와 항문이 정면에 훤히 보일 정도로 강조되는 음탕한 자세인 것이다.
Moreover, even Siwoo’s expression and reaction, as if he were excitedly scanning Eloa’s body, are visible.
Eloa is placed on the bed, and Siwoo stands outside the bed.
Eloa, fixed at just the right height at waist level, tried to hide her embarrassment by averting her gaze.
“It’s not shameful. Your body is really beautiful, Master.”
“…That’s not the point, is it?”
At Siwoo’s compliment, Siwoo’s hand touched Eloa’s secret place as she tried to hide her shyness with a sulky voice.
“Hic…!”
Since she was already so thoroughly soaked, I wondered if additional foreplay was even necessary, but Siwoo was still wanting.
I wanted to see her more intimately.
따라서 포동포동한 엘로아의 보짓살을 양 엄지로 잡고 활짝 벌린다.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of the hardships she had endured. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “You think you’re so smart, huh? Always with your nose in those books.”
I didn’t answer, just kept flipping through the pages of the worn-out novel. The afternoon sun, slanting through the window, cast long shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and the faint aroma of the herbal tea she had brewed earlier.
“You’ll ruin your eyes, child,” she grumbled, but there was a hint of affection in her voice. She reached out a gnarled hand and gently patted my head. “Come, let’s have some tea. And maybe you can tell me what all those fancy words mean.”
I closed the book, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. It was always like this. She’d pretend to be annoyed, but I knew she secretly enjoyed our little rituals. I followed her to the small table by the window, where two steaming cups awaited.
“So,” she began, her eyes twinkling, “what’s the story about today?”
I took a sip of the warm tea, the bitter taste a familiar comfort. “It’s about a princess who runs away from her kingdom,” I said, “and goes on an adventure.”
The old woman leaned back, her gaze fixed on the distant mountains. “A princess, huh? Well, that’s a new one. What kind of adventure?”
And so, I began to tell her the story, my voice weaving through the quiet afternoon. The princess’s journey, her trials and triumphs, filled the small room, bridging the gap between the pages of the book and our shared reality.
꽃잎이 만개하는 것처럼 벌어지는 엘로아의 보지와 야들야들 해 보이는 속살.
Eloa, feeling the slickness of her juices about to flow between her legs, was horrified and tried to cover herself.
“Don’t… don’t open that place…!”
“Master, do you trust me?”
A calm voice from Siwoo stopped her.
Eloa answered almost without hesitation.
“…I trust you more than anyone in this world.”
“I know you have a lot of experience, Master, but I’m more skilled in this area. Please trust me and follow my lead for now.”
“Ah, I understand…”
Certainly, Siwoo was more skilled in the act on the bed compared to Eloa.
It also meant that Eloa’s meager common sense lacked the grounds to stop him.
“The color is so beautiful.”
“……”
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, and her voice, raspy as dried leaves, carried a hint of a song from long ago.
“You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?” she said, her gaze fixed on me. It wasn’t a question, but a statement, a knowing observation that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.
I nodded, unable to find my voice. The air in the small, cluttered room was thick with the scent of dried herbs and something else, something ancient and earthy that I couldn’t quite place.
“The path you walk is not an easy one,” she continued, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “But the choices you make will define you.”
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I had come seeking answers, but her words felt more like a prophecy than a simple conversation.
“What do you mean?” I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a murmur.
She smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips that crinkled the corners of her eyes. “The future is not written in stone, child. It is a river, ever-flowing, ever-changing. You are the one who decides where it will lead.”
I stared at her, my mind racing. Her words were cryptic, yet they resonated with a truth that I couldn’t deny.
“But how?” I asked, my voice filled with a desperate plea. “How do I know which path to choose?”
She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to echo through the small room. “You will know, child. When the time comes, you will know.”
She reached out a gnarled hand and placed it on mine. Her touch was surprisingly warm, and a strange sense of calm washed over me.
“Trust your heart,” she said, her eyes locking with mine. “It will never lead you astray.”
And then, just as quickly as it had come, the moment was gone. She withdrew her hand, and the room seemed to return to its normal, cluttered state.
I sat there for a long time, her words echoing in my mind. The path ahead was still unclear, but for the first time, I felt a sense of hope, a belief that I could navigate the twists and turns that lay ahead.
엘로아의 보지를 더 노골적으로 벌리며 고개를 가까이하는 시우.
Shame made it feel like I couldn’t breathe.
I had never exposed myself like this, with my secret parts so vulnerably on display.
“Can you hold me like this?”
Eloa’s desire to ask why was overwhelming, but the answer she would hear was even more embarrassing.
다리는 그대로 고정한 채 허벅지 옆으로 손을 뻗어 보짓살을 활짝 벌렸다.
마치 제 음부를 과시하는 듯한 천박한 자세에서 머리가 아찔해진다.
“Please, never let go. Promise me.”
“Haa… Ugh… I understand…. I promise… I will.”
여전히 팽창해 있는 귀여운 클리를 쓱쓱 쓰다듬자 안쪽 점막이 움찔거리는 것이 보였다.
Everything is breathtakingly sensual.
그 자애롭고 청아한 스승님이 ‘질내사정 요망’이라고 말하는 듯한 요망한 자세를 취하고 있다.
Unable to hold back his overwhelming lust any longer, Siwoo inserted the object without further delay.
“Haaah…!”
The sound of the rain was deafening.
It was a sound that made me want to curl up in bed and never come out. But I couldn’t. I had to go to work.
I dragged myself out of bed and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw a face that was pale and tired. I sighed. I was not looking forward to today.
I got dressed and went downstairs. My mom was already in the kitchen, making breakfast.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling.
“Morning,” I mumbled.
I sat down at the table and started eating. The food was good, but I didn’t have much of an appetite.
“Are you okay?” my mom asked.
“Yeah, I’m just tired,” I said.
“Well, try to have a good day,” she said.
“I’ll try,” I said.
I finished my breakfast and went out the door. The rain was still coming down hard. I opened my umbrella and started walking to the bus stop.
The bus was crowded, as usual. I found a seat and sat down. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. But it was no use. I was too stressed.
I got off the bus and walked to my office building. I went inside and took the elevator up to my floor. I walked to my desk and sat down.
I turned on my computer and started working. But I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was racing. I was worried about everything.
I looked at the clock. It was only 10:00 AM. I still had a long day ahead of me.
I sighed and went back to work. I knew that I had to get through this day. But I didn’t know how.
I just wanted to go home and sleep.
The Eloa’s secret, which had allowed only a single intrusion, was breached.
Even with Eloa spreading it open with her hands, it was so tight that it was difficult to enter.
The magical wall, pressing against the glans as if it would burst, stimulated the bumpy shaft.
-Ssssh!
“Haa… haaang, ahh… hhh…”
Even after laying it all out like this, they’re still tightening the screws like this.
손가락으로 클리를 쓰담쓰담해주면 더 좁아진다.
먼저 허리를 앞뒤로 움직이며 귀두만 깔짝거리는 선에서 움직였다.
Even though it was just a quick dip, the glans was visibly wet.
-Squish squish squish squish
The vulgar sound of water gurgling.
Because the insertion wasn’t deep enough, Eloa’s flooded pussy kept making bubbly sounds with its juices.
“Hnn… Hnn… Siwoo….”
A stiff, hard cock penetrated Eloa’s body.
The shame of striking a lewd pose in front of my disciple.
The sense of depravity at being stripped of the dignity a teacher should rightfully possess.
Those two things, strangely, made Eloa’s heart race.
“Now, I’ll begin inserting it properly.”
“Haaah…!”
With a feeling of forcing it open, Siwoo thrust his hips forward.
With a squishing sound, like stirring peach jam with a teaspoon, his cock plunged deep into Elroa’s depths in one go.
The unique curves of the vaginal walls, the clinging sensation of the mucous membrane, and even the tightening.
명기의 조건에 완벽하게 부합하는 엘로아의 보지는 넣자마자 사정해버릴 것 같은 황홀한 감각을 선사했다.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was filled with a strange light. Her eyes, which had seemed to be closed just moments ago, were now wide open, staring straight at me.
“You… you’re the one.”
Her voice was hoarse, like a rusty hinge creaking, but it was clear and distinct. I couldn’t help but flinch at the unexpected words.
“What… what do you mean?”
My voice trembled slightly. The old woman’s gaze was so intense that it felt like she was seeing right through me.
“The one who will change everything.”
Her words were cryptic, like a prophecy from an ancient oracle. I didn’t understand what she meant, but a strange sense of foreboding washed over me.
“Change… what?”
I asked again, but the old woman didn’t answer. She just kept staring at me with those piercing eyes. Then, slowly, she raised her hand. Her fingers, gnarled and twisted like the branches of an old tree, reached out towards me.
I instinctively recoiled, but her hand was faster. Her fingertips brushed against my forehead, and a strange sensation ran through my body. It was like a jolt of electricity, but also like a warm, comforting embrace.
Then, everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, the old woman was gone. The room was empty, except for the faint scent of incense that lingered in the air. I looked around, confused and disoriented. Had it all been a dream?
But the strange sensation on my forehead was still there, a faint tingling that reminded me of what had just happened. I touched my forehead, and a strange feeling washed over me. It was like a door had been opened in my mind, a door to a place I had never been before.
I didn’t know what had happened, but I knew that something had changed. The old woman’s words echoed in my mind: “The one who will change everything.”
What did it all mean? And what was I supposed to do now?
“Ah… ah… ugh…!”
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 floral patterns, and it had a slightly musty scent, like old paper.
I didn’t know who 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’ place. I had no idea who would send me something like this.
I wound the key on the back, and the box began to play a soft, melancholic melody. It was a tune I’d never heard before, but it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten memory. The ballerina on top began to spin, her tiny porcelain face serene.
I watched her, mesmerized, as the music filled the room. It was a beautiful, haunting melody, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. It was as if the music was calling to something deep within me, something I couldn’t quite grasp.
I spent the rest of the day listening to the music box, letting the melody wash over me. I tried to figure out who might have sent it, but I couldn’t think of anyone. It was a mystery, and I was strangely drawn to it.
That night, I had a dream. I was in a dark forest, the trees tall and imposing. The air was thick with mist, and I could hear the faint sound of the music box in the distance. I followed the sound, deeper and deeper into the forest, until I came to a clearing.
In the center of the clearing was a small cottage, its windows glowing with a warm light. I approached the cottage, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached out and knocked on the door, and it slowly creaked open.
Inside, I saw a woman sitting by the fireplace, her face hidden in shadow. She looked up at me, and I felt a jolt of recognition. It was the ballerina from the music box, but she was no longer porcelain. She was real, and she was looking at me with a knowing smile.
“You’ve finally come,” she said, her voice soft and melodic. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
I woke up with a start, my heart racing. The dream felt so real, so vivid. I looked at the music box on my nightstand, and the ballerina seemed to be looking back at me, her porcelain eyes gleaming in the dim light.
I knew, then, that this was more than just a gift. It was a message, a call to something I didn’t understand. And I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that my life was about to change forever.
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, and I was standing there.
I was standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind whipping my hair.
Below me, the waves crashed against the rocks, their roar a constant reminder of the vastness of the sea.
I looked out at the horizon, where the sky met the water, a seamless blend of blue.
I was alone.
Completely alone.
I had been alone for a long time.
I didn’t remember when I had started being alone.
I didn’t remember anything.
I didn’t remember my name.
I didn’t remember my age.
I didn’t remember where I came from.
I didn’t remember anything about myself.
I was just… there.
A blank slate.
A void.
I didn’t know why I was standing on this cliff.
I didn’t know why I was looking at the sea.
I didn’t know why I was feeling this emptiness.
I just was.
The wind blew harder, and I closed my eyes.
I could feel the wind on my skin, the coldness seeping into my bones.
I could hear the waves crashing below, their rhythm a constant pulse.
I could smell the sea, the saltiness filling my nostrils.
I was alive.
I was still alive.
Even though I didn’t know why.
Even though I didn’t know who I was.
Even though I didn’t know where I was going.
I was still alive.
And that was enough.
For now.
I opened my eyes, and the wind was still blowing.
The sea was still vast.
And I was still alone.
But I was still alive.
And that was all that mattered.
I took a deep breath, and the wind filled my lungs.
I looked out at the horizon, and I didn’t see a void.
I saw a possibility.
A possibility of something more.
A possibility of something different.
A possibility of something better.
I didn’t know what that something was.
But I knew I wanted to find it.
I knew I had to find it.
And so, I took a step forward.
And then another.
And then another.
I started walking.
I didn’t know where I was going.
But I was going somewhere.
And that was enough.
For now.
Eloa, eyes wide and white, stared at the joint with an expression of disbelief.
하마터면 열심히 벌리고 있던 보지두덩이를 놓쳐버릴 뻔했다.
The pleasure of insertion was just as hazy.
There was no pain like the first time, the first insertion.
Only pleasure.
An overwhelming pleasure, one that makes her want to throw away her position as a teacher and everything else, is all that dominates Elroa.
-Squish squish squish squish
“Ah… ah… haaang… haaht…!”
As Siwoo’s cock began to move indiscriminately, as if there was no need to hold back, Elroa started panting as if she was about to lose her breath.
It feels like fireworks are exploding in front of my eyes every time I go back and forth.
간지러워 견딜 수 없었던 질 내부를 철저하게 후벼주는 단단한 고기의 창이 미칠 듯이 기분 좋다.
“Hek… heuk… hak… haaang…!”
It took less than 30 seconds for Eloa’s face, which had been stiff with tension, to crumble, and for her mouth to gape open wide enough to reveal her pale pink tongue.
