City ​​of Witches 375

## Chapter 375 – #81_The Countess (2)

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Siwoo admitted it.
He had neither backbone nor a dick of his own.

If he were to make an excuse, it would be that he had inhaled too much of Countess Yesod’s scent.
Not only had he unintentionally smelled it while being close to her, but just a moment ago, when the Countess had held an object with her bare hands, his breathing had faltered, and he had deeply inhaled her fragrant hair scent.

But what was more dangerous than that was Countess Yesod’s inherent charm.
Even if it wasn’t her scent, even if she were truly a married woman with a husband.
He would have forgotten his conscience, willingly become her lover, and been sued, losing all his alimony.

Her red lips, like a forbidden fruit, bit into Siwoo’s lower lip.
Countess Yesod, with her eyes closed, sucked on his soft flesh as if savoring it.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as if they would tickle his face at any moment.

“Mwah… Chu… Chu…”

The soft, tender lip membranes, where the plump flesh was distorted, stuck together as if they were originally one.
The unique sweetness of lip gloss spread in his mouth.
The dense, sweet scent of her flesh filled his nasal passages.

Siwoo felt his brakes completely shatter.
He had now crossed a river from which there was no return.

Countess Yesod was so engrossed in the kiss that she forgot she was holding Siwoo’s member.
As they lightly bit and sucked each other’s lips.
The Countess’s arms wrapped around the back of Siwoo’s neck.
The Countess, who had slightly bitten his lower lip, looked up at Siwoo with only her eyes.

“Siwoo, are you nervous?”

Unlike the Countess’s behavior, which he had only thought of as seductive, there was a hint of freshness in her gaze.
They hadn’t even started a proper kiss with tongues yet, but she was already panting and her body was heaving.

“No, it’s just…”
“You don’t need to think about anything right now. It’s just the two of us here.”

As if to cut off his words, she broke their embrace and pressed her chest against him, resuming the kiss.
Finally, the Countess’s tongue, which had forced its way between their lips, tapped against his teeth.
How could anyone, who wasn’t impotent, endure this?
Siwoo’s hand, unable to hold back any longer, grabbed the Countess’s slender waist.

“Huuup…!”

The Countess, startled, widened her eyes, then smiled bashfully and kissed him again.
Responding to her, he stuck out his tongue, and Countess Yesod sucked on his tongue as if she were nursing.

“Suck… Sluurp… Chuuuup…”

So meticulously, it was almost as if she were devoted.
Countess Yesod was caressing his tongue as if it were an erogenous zone.

This was not the mischievous Countess who always toyed with Siwoo.
It was just a female driven by her sexual desire.

“Haa… Haa…”

After the long kiss.
The Countess gasped for breath.
Her fingertips, which had gone behind her back, naturally loosened the knot, and her dress flowed down her shoulders.
Her sinful breasts, which had occasionally tested Siwoo, revealed themselves under the dim light.

“Wow…”

Siwoo involuntarily let out an exclamation.
He had guessed it from when she lifted her hem, even though she wasn’t wearing a bra.

But it was beyond his expectations, beyond his imagination.
Her breasts seemed to have invested a little more in softness than elasticity.

The softness that created ripples even with small movements of undressing, and yet the right amount of elasticity without any sagging.
In the center of the areola, where the color was faint and the boundary was barely visible, a cute nipple revealed its presence.

“Hehe… How is it?”

The Countess asked, raising her forearm in front of her chest.
It was a gesture that seemed to be trying to cover her body, but nothing was actually covered.
Rather, she was subtly emphasizing her breasts by supporting them from below.

“Siwoo, you’ve always looked at them as if you wanted to devour them, haven’t you?”
“Did I…?”
“Yes, you still do… Will you come here?”

The Countess pulled Siwoo towards her as if she were coaxing a baby.
In an instant, Siwoo found himself lying on the sofa, leaning against Countess Yesod, and on her soft thighs.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t properly repaid Siwoo for his kindness yet.”

Lying on her thigh pillow, what he could see was the grandeur of her breasts swaying above him like a mobile.
It was a paradise, a utopia.

“My way of repaying you is to give you a new lesson. Not magic, but teaching you about my body, one by one.”

The Countess grabbed one of her breasts and brought it to Siwoo’s lips, as if she were giving milk to a baby.

“We’ve already made progress with kissing… Shall we learn about masturbation next? Would you like to try biting it with your mouth? You can do whatever you want, Siwoo.”

Siwoo’s mouth opened and bit the Countess’s small nipple.
The softness he felt on his lips and the hard protrusion he felt on the tip of his tongue.
Whether it was the scent that had been trapped inside her clothes or the scent of perfume that had permeated her skin, the unique scent of Countess Yesod’s flesh was strong.

“Hng…!”

The Countess’s thighs stiffened.

For a long time, she had only occasionally touched herself alone.
Her sensitive tip had entered a hot mouth and brushed against his tongue, causing a jolt of pleasure that made her throat tingle.

But the Countess composed herself and suppressed her moans.

“Ugh, hng…”

In fact, her body was already at its limit.
Her starved body, which had allowed another’s touch after a long time, had been awakened from a long slumber the moment his firm hand wrapped around her waist.

It was as if her alchemically liquefied sexual desire was spreading to the ends of her blood vessels.

But she couldn’t show weakness yet, as she was the one who had to lead him.
The Countess reached out and grabbed his penis.

“Good job, good job. Haa… I’ll move for you.”

-Tap tap tap tap

I was born in a small, cramped room.

It wasn’t a room that could be called a room. It was more like a space carved out of a corner of a warehouse. The walls were made of plywood, and the ceiling was so low that I had to bend my back to move around. The only window was a small, square one, covered with a thick layer of grime, so the light that filtered in was always dim and hazy.

My mother, who was always tired, would often sit by that window, staring out at the world beyond. I never saw her smile. Her face was always etched with a deep sadness, and her eyes held a kind of despair that I couldn’t understand.

I didn’t know my father. My mother never spoke of him. I didn’t even know if he was alive or dead. I only knew that I was alone with my mother in that small, cramped space.

My mother worked hard. She worked at a nearby factory, sewing clothes. Her hands were always rough and calloused, and her fingers were often pricked with needles. She would come home late at night, her body aching and her face pale with exhaustion.

Even though she was tired, she always made sure I had something to eat. It wasn’t much, usually just a bowl of rice and some kimchi, but it was enough to keep me alive.

I didn’t go to school. My mother couldn’t afford it. Instead, I spent my days in that small room, playing with whatever I could find. Sometimes, I would draw on the walls with charcoal, creating my own little world.

I didn’t have any friends. There were no other children in the warehouse. I was alone, just like my mother.

One day, my mother came home with a book. It was an old, tattered book, with missing pages and a worn cover. But it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

My mother couldn’t read, but she knew that I was curious about the world. She had found the book at a flea market and bought it for me.

I spent hours poring over the book, trying to decipher the strange symbols on the pages. It was difficult at first, but slowly, I began to understand.

The book was a collection of fairy tales. It was filled with stories of brave knights, beautiful princesses, and magical creatures. It was a world so different from the one I knew.

Through the book, I learned about the world beyond my small room. I learned about different lands, different cultures, and different people. I learned about love, loss, and hope.

The book became my best friend. It was my escape from the harsh reality of my life. It was my window to a world of wonder and imagination.

I began to dream of becoming a writer. I wanted to create my own stories, to share my own world with others. I wanted to give people the same joy and escape that the book had given me.

I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I knew that I had a long way to go. But I was determined. I would not let my circumstances define me. I would not let my dreams die.

I would become a writer.

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

It was a small, old-fashioned music box. The kind you’d see in a dusty antique shop. The surface was a faded rose color, and the edges were worn, as if it had been held and cherished for a long time.

I didn’t know who sent it. There was no sender’s name on the package, just my address written in neat, elegant handwriting.

I opened the lid of the music box. A delicate melody began to play. It was a tune I’d never heard before, yet it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten memory.

As I listened to the music, a strange sensation washed over me. It was as if a door was opening in my mind, revealing a world I had never known.

I saw a vast, starlit sky, and beneath it, a city of towering spires and shimmering lights. The city was filled with people who looked like they had stepped out of a fairy tale, with long flowing hair and clothes made of silk and lace.

I was drawn into this world, and I felt a strange sense of belonging, as if I had always been meant to be there.

But then, the music stopped, and the vision vanished. I was back in my room, holding the music box in my hands.

I tried to play the music again, but nothing happened. The music box was silent.

I didn’t know what to make of it. Was it just a dream? Or was it something more?

I decided to keep the music box. It was a mystery, and I had a feeling that it held the key to something important.

The next day, I went to the library to do some research. I wanted to find out if there was any information about the music box or the world I had seen in my vision.

I spent hours searching through old books and manuscripts, but I couldn’t find anything that matched what I had experienced.

I was starting to feel discouraged, but then I stumbled upon a book about folklore and legends. In it, I found a story about a hidden world that could only be accessed through a magical music box.

The story was vague and incomplete, but it was enough to give me hope. I realized that the music box I had received was not just an ordinary object. It was a key, a gateway to another world.

I knew that I had to find a way to play the music again. I had to return to that world and find out what it was all about.

I spent the next few days trying to figure out how to make the music box work again. I tried everything I could think of, but nothing seemed to work.

I was starting to lose hope, but then I remembered something. The music box was old, and it was possible that it needed to be repaired.

I took the music box to an antique shop, and the owner, an old man with kind eyes, agreed to take a look at it.

He examined the music box carefully, and then he smiled. “This is a very special music box,” he said. “It’s not just a toy. It’s a portal.”

I was shocked. The old man knew about the hidden world.

“I can fix it for you,” he said. “But you must be careful. The world you’re about to enter is not always what it seems.”

I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement and fear. I knew that I was about to embark on a journey that would change my life forever.

한 손으로는 머리를 쓰다듬고, 다른 한 손으로는 대딸을 개시했다.
A dry handjob without any lubricant, the count’s hand movements not as skillful as one might expect.
But it was enough.

Her breasts, so full they seemed poised to cover her mouth and even her nose, and the Count’s hands, smooth as if they’d never touched water, diligently drew out pleasure.

“Oh, Siwoo, how can you be so… magnificent…. Haaang….”

The Count looked at the terrifyingly large object with eyes full of heat.

I wonder if this will even fit in my stomach?
If it does, how far down will it go?

The sensation of my nipple being sucked and the mere thought of the future made my legs keep twitching.

My panties were so wet from the kiss that I was embarrassed to show them to him.
But I didn’t want to stop here.
Because a long, forgotten night of passion was waiting right in front of me.

Pinch your thumb and index finger together to form a circle, and then grasp your cock with the remaining fingers in a light, holding manner.

This incredible thing was so large it was hard to grip, and so hot it felt like it could burn, making my lower abdomen throb just from touching it.

“A-are you in a good mood?”

“S-Siwoo… if you suck that hard… Hnnn…!”

The Count’s thigh recoiled as if electrocuted.

He, who had been teasing the tip with his tongue, turning it like a candy, suddenly increased the pressure and began to suck.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.

The wind was blowing, and I was walking.

I was walking along the beach, where the sand was soft and the waves were gentle.

The sun was shining, and the sky was blue.

It was a beautiful day.

I was walking alone.

I didn’t know where I was going.

I just kept walking.

The wind was blowing, and I was walking.

I was walking, and I was thinking.

I was thinking about my life.

I was thinking about my past.

I was thinking about my future.

I was thinking about everything.

The wind was blowing, and I was walking.

I was walking, and I was feeling.

I was feeling the sun on my skin.

I was feeling the sand beneath my feet.

I was feeling the wind in my hair.

I was feeling everything.

The wind was blowing, and I was walking.

I was walking, and I was breathing.

I was breathing in the fresh air.

I was breathing out the old air.

I was breathing in life.

The wind was blowing, and I was walking.

I was walking, and I was living.

I was living in the moment.

I was living in the present.

I was living.

The wind was blowing, and I was walking.

I was walking, and I was happy.

I was happy to be alive.

I was happy to be me.

I was happy.

The wind was blowing, and I was walking.

I was walking, and I was free.

I was free from my past.

I was free from my future.

I was free.

The wind was blowing, and I was walking.

I was walking, and I was me.

I was me, and I was happy.

I was me.

유두로 절정에 도달하는 것은 개발되어 있지 않은 이상 쉽지 않다.
Even Count Yesod had never gone there with his heart.
Though he had used it quite a bit as a novel subject.

But his fangs were subtly digging into her nipples.

압력에 의해 단단해진 유두가 빨려 나가자 마치 절정에 도달하기 전처럼 간헐적인 떨림이 몸을 집어삼켰다.
The wind was blowing.

The wind was blowing hard.

The wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it could rip the roof off the house.

I was sitting at my desk, staring out the window.

The sky was a dull gray, and the trees were swaying back and forth like they were trying to dance.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

I was bored.

I had nothing to do.

I had finished all my homework, and there was nothing good on TV.

I looked around my room.

It was a mess.

Clothes were strewn all over the floor, and books were piled up on my desk.

I should probably clean it up, I thought.

But I didn’t feel like it.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something to do.

Maybe I could read a book.

Or maybe I could go for a walk.

Or maybe I could just take a nap.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window again.

The wind was still blowing.

I sighed again.

I was so bored.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

I jumped up from my chair and ran to my closet.

I rummaged around for a few minutes until I found what I was looking for.

It was a box of old toys that I hadn’t played with in years.

I pulled the box out of the closet and dumped it on the floor.

There were all sorts of things in there: stuffed animals, action figures, building blocks, and even a few old board games.

I picked up a stuffed bear and hugged it tightly.

I hadn’t played with this bear in so long.

I smiled.

Maybe I wouldn’t be so bored after all.

I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with my old toys.

I built a fort out of blankets and pillows, and I had a tea party with my stuffed animals.

I even played a few rounds of a board game that I hadn’t played in years.

By the time the sun began to set, I was exhausted.

I cleaned up my room and put all the toys back in the box.

Then, I crawled into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

I had a great day.

And it was all thanks to the wind.

The pent-up frustration and sexual desire that had accumulated within Count Yesod during his long, lonely nights were like refined liquor. A mere spark was enough to set them ablaze.

“Haa… Siwoo, you really are something…. No matter how hard you suck, milk won’t come out, you know…? Haa….”

Count Yesod looked down at Siwoo with loving eyes.

아래로 살짝 드리운 가슴을 힘차게 빨아들이며 아랫도리를 껄떡이는 그의 모습.
The incongruity of an extremely developed masculine body and behavior like a baby’s spoiled antics somehow stimulated a sense of depravity.

“……”

Wow.
This is truly paradise.
Meanwhile, Siwoo was in awe.

The sophisticated older woman’s aura and delicate touch that I felt from Countess Yesod.
It was also applied to her handjob.

It’s definitely not a feeling of being rushed. The fact that my skin isn’t tight at all, even without lubricant, is proof of that.

A gentle handjob, like a sweet mama indulging in childish whims, tenderly singing a lullaby until sleep comes.

The world was a stage, and I was the only actor.

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew. This wasn’t my world. The familiar ceiling of my cramped studio apartment had been replaced by an ornate canopy, and the soft mattress I was used to was now a plush, feather-filled bed.

“Where… am I?”

My voice, usually a low murmur, came out as a weak croak. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, making me groan.

“Ah, you’re awake, Young Master!”

A woman’s voice, laced with concern, reached my ears. I turned my head, and my eyes met a middle-aged woman with a kind face and a neat bun. She was wearing a simple but elegant hanbok.

“Who… are you?” I asked, my voice still raspy.

“I am your maid, Madam Choi. You’ve been unconscious for three days, Young Master. You gave us quite a scare.”

Maid? Young Master? What was going on?

“Three days?” I repeated, my mind reeling. “What happened?”

Madam Choi’s face clouded with worry. “You don’t remember? You fell from your horse during the hunting competition. You hit your head quite hard.”

Hunting competition? Horse? This was definitely not my life. I was a shut-in, a writer who spent most of his days hunched over a keyboard. I hadn’t even seen a horse in real life, let alone ridden one.

“I… I don’t remember,” I admitted, my head throbbing.

Madam Choi’s eyes widened. “Oh dear, this is terrible. I must inform the Master immediately.”

She hurried out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. This was insane. I was clearly in some kind of historical drama, or maybe a novel. But how? And why me?

I tried to recall the last thing I remembered. I was working on my novel, a fantasy story about a young man who gets transported to another world. Was this some kind of twisted joke? Had my own story come to life?

The door opened again, and a man with a stern face and a regal bearing entered the room. He was wearing a magnificent robe, and his eyes held a sharp intelligence.

“So, you’re awake,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “I am your father, Duke Elric.”

Duke? This was getting more and more ridiculous. I was a writer, not a noble. I didn’t know the first thing about being a duke’s son.

“I… I don’t understand,” I stammered. “I don’t remember anything.”

Duke Elric’s expression softened slightly. “The physician said it’s possible you’ve suffered a temporary memory loss. It’s not uncommon after a head injury.”

He paused, his gaze piercing. “But you must remember who you are. You are Elric, the heir to the Dukedom. You have a duty to your family and your people.”

Duty? Family? People? I was just trying to figure out how I ended up in this bizarre situation.

“I… I’ll try,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Duke Elric nodded, his eyes still filled with concern. “Rest now. We’ll talk more later.”

He left the room, and I was once again alone. I looked around the opulent room, my mind racing. This was no dream. This was my new reality.

I was Elric, the heir to a dukedom in a world I knew nothing about. And I had no idea how to survive.

But one thing was clear. I had to adapt. I had to learn. I had to become the person they expected me to be.

Because if I didn’t, I was sure I wouldn’t last long in this strange new world.

과하지 않은 자극 덕에 둔감해지지 않은 풀발 자지는 그녀의 가느다란 손가락 하나하나, 부드러운 손짓 하나하나를 여실히 느낄 수 있었다.
“Haa… haa, Siwoo… you’re a good person, right?”

Is this what they call a full-body satisfaction?

The soft thigh I feel against the back of my head.

A meticulous handjob and the rustling touch of a hand stroking hair.

거기에 입 한가득 담기는 것도 모자라 얼굴 전체에 부드럽게 비벼지는 젖가슴까지.
The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.

I sat on the sandy beach, watching the waves crash.

The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple.

It was a beautiful sight.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the waves.

It was a calming sound.

I felt at peace.

I opened my eyes and looked at the sea again.

It was a vast and endless expanse.

I wondered what was out there.

I stood up and walked towards the water.

The sand was cool beneath my feet.

I reached the edge of the water and let the waves wash over my toes.

The water was cold.

I smiled.

It was a good day.

Finally, the lascivious figure of Count Yesod, shuddering and trying to swallow her moans each time Siwoo sucked on her nipple.

The excitement from it was almost nonexistent, yet even the slightest stimulation of my penis led to ejaculation.

“Siwoo… hnnng… S-slowly… are you… about to cum?”

Siwoo nodded, his mouth still latched onto the nipple, and the Count smiled as if pleased.

“Haa, haa…. I’ll finish you off with my mouth.”

The Count, who had been about to perform fellatio while still sitting, found that the distance was just a little too far.
He gently lowered Siwoo’s head from his thigh and crawled to change positions.
The sofa, which was currently quite heated, was large enough to be used as a bed by one person, so there was plenty of space.

-Swish

Count Yesod took the so-called 69 position, with the heads of the man and woman facing opposite directions.
Thanks to this, his head went inside her dress as if burrowing into the inside of the curtain.

Suddenly, Count Yesod was invited into the world beneath her skirt.

Currently, Count Yesod was kneeling with his knees slightly apart, over Siwoo’s shoulder.
Therefore, the Count’s secret triangle was literally right in front of her nose.

The Count was leaking sticky fluids like an overripe fruit past its harvest. His underwear was not only completely soaked, but the area where his thighs touched was also drenched with the viscous liquid.

팬티의 소재가 얇디얇은 레이스였던지라 백작의 입술만큼이나 도톰한 보짓살을 연한 모자이크처럼 죄다 드러내고 있었다.
어찌나 투과율이 높은지 빵빵하게 커져 버린 클리토리스의 윤곽까지 확인할 수 있을 정도다.
The strong scent and sight of a distinctly female presence, which was not at all unpleasant, threw my mind into confusion.

Having inhaled intense visual stimuli and the witch’s thick pheromones, which were akin to an extreme predator, in a confined space… I could no longer endure it.

“Kuh!”
“Oh…!”

The Count, who had been gently coaxing my cock even while changing positions, flinched as if startled just as he opened his mouth to receive my release.

Just the mere touch of his breath caused the cock in my hand to swell and begin spraying seeds wildly.

-Pshh! Pshh! Pshh!

A fountain of milky white, gushing upwards like a hot spring.

An amount of semen, far greater and thicker than a typical man’s ejaculation, began to gush out uncontrollably.

“That’s right, that’s right… Good boy, aren’t you? It’s okay, Siwoo.”

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

It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you might find in a dusty corner of an old antique shop. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with swirling patterns, and had a small, tarnished brass key.

I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no sender’s name on the package, just my address written in elegant calligraphy. I was curious, so I wound the key.

A delicate melody filled the room. It was a tune I’d never heard before, yet it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten memory. As the music played, the room around me began to shimmer, and the world seemed to distort.

Before I could understand what was happening, everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in my room. I was standing in the middle of a bustling marketplace, filled with people dressed in clothes that looked like they belonged in a historical drama. The air was thick with the smell of spices and unfamiliar foods.

I was completely disoriented. Where was I? What had happened?

A young boy, no older than ten, bumped into me, scattering the apples he was carrying. “Watch where you’re going, you clumsy oaf!” he shouted, his face contorted in anger.

I quickly helped him pick up the apples, apologizing profusely. He glared at me for a moment before snatching the last apple from my hand and running off.

I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The buildings were made of stone and wood, with tiled roofs and ornate carvings. The people were speaking a language I didn’t understand, but somehow, I could comprehend them.

It was like I had stepped into another world.

A woman with a kind face approached me, her eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright, young lady? You look lost.”

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. “I… I don’t know where I am,” I finally admitted.

She smiled gently. “You must be new here. This is the city of Eldoria. Come, I’ll take you to the inn. You can rest and gather your thoughts.”

I followed her, my mind racing. Eldoria? What was that? And how had I gotten here?

As we walked, I noticed that people were staring at me. I was wearing my usual jeans and t-shirt, which was clearly out of place in this world. I felt like an alien.

The inn was a cozy place, with a fireplace crackling in the corner and the smell of freshly baked bread in the air. The woman, who introduced herself as Elara, offered me a warm drink and a place to sit.

“Don’t worry,” she said, her voice soothing. “You’ll be alright. Many travelers come to Eldoria, and some are a bit… disoriented when they arrive.”

I took a sip of the drink, which tasted like a mix of herbs and honey. It was surprisingly comforting.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling a little calmer. “I still don’t understand what’s happening, but I appreciate your help.”

Elara smiled. “You’ll figure it out. Just take your time.”

I spent the rest of the day at the inn, trying to process everything that had happened. I was in a different world, a world that seemed to exist outside of my own. And it all started with that strange music box.

I knew I had to find a way back home, but for now, I was stuck in Eldoria. And I had a feeling that my journey had just begun.

백작은 당황하지 않고 사정하는 자지를 잡은 채 그가 시원한 발사를 할 수 있도록 부드럽게 자지를 매만져 주었다.
The count, having finished his business, even meticulously squeezed out the last droplets of semen with his hand.

Her face and hands were covered with white baby seeds, stuck all over.