## Chapter 383 – #82_Night Of Delusion (4)
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1.
“Hff…heuk…hff…!”
-Tzzu…pong!
With a clear sound like the lid of a high-end Zippo lighter opening, his cock emerged from the countess’s narrow crevice.
Even as he withdrew, her entire body twitched as if she was still feeling it.
Unable to withstand Siwoo’s final thrust, the countess had collapsed, her thighs spread wide.
“You came a lot…”
The white tadpoles that the countess’s pond couldn’t hold were flowing out.
It was quite a lot, probably because she had held back and then released it all at once.
Like too much cream filling, it was being squeezed out every time her lower abdomen contracted.
“Hoo…”
“……”
The countess seemed to have finally lost her mind.
Well, she had reached her peak countless times from night until dawn.
“No regrets… I’ve achieved everything…”
In fact, Siwoo’s ‘Let’s do it with sex! Unlimited magic refill!’ ability was something he wanted to keep a secret if possible.
Therefore, only Yebin and Sharon knew about it, and they had promised to keep it quiet.
He was already attracting attention among the witches.
If it became known that simply mixing bodies could recharge pure magic and break through sealed marks, he might become a target for capture by witches, like a nutria that went from being a pest to an endangered species.
So, he had tried to avoid cumming inside, but the countess’s charm had made him thrust deep and release.
Moreover, after cumming once, the lust-filled haze in his head cleared, and he became even more aware of what he had done.
He had teased and seduced her like a bar girl, even though she had protested, and then kissed her deeply.
He had made the countess, who was struggling, sit on his lap and turned her into a pussy sprinkler.
He had made her crawl on all fours to the bedroom while still inside her.
He had spanked her ass hard and made her open her back door, then pounded her thoroughly.
“Wow…”
Looking back, it seemed like the spirit of Mimaya Takasho had possessed him.
“…But she liked it, so it’s okay.”
He reassured himself, thinking he had just introduced the countess to a new preference.
First of all, Countess Yesod showed no signs of waking up.
But he didn’t feel good about leaving her in this miserable state.
Actually, he still wanted to do more, but he felt a little guilty about continuing with someone who was unconscious.
He should at least wipe her body with a wet towel, dress her, and lay her down somewhere else.
As he looked around, Siwoo’s gaze landed on the terrace window with curtains next to the bed.
And then, Siwoo saw it.
“……”
“……”
More precisely, their eyes met.
With whom?
With Diana Yesod, the apprentice witch of Lucy Yesod, who was peeking out from behind the curtain, half her body hidden.
Both of them blinked and froze.
Wait.
Why is she there?
He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but Diana had disappeared.
But looking closely, he could see a shadow curled up behind the curtain, holding its breath.
She probably thought she was hiding, but the sunlight, which had grown stronger with the dawn, clearly illuminated her figure.
Siwoo watched as the trembling shadow rose and tiptoed to the terrace of the next room.
“…Is this… a big deal?”
He decided that he should check the terrace before and after sex from now on.
Siwoo stood there blankly for a while.
2.
A fierce battle between conscience and curiosity.
In the end, curiosity won.
His mother, who changed rooms and beds depending on her mood and the weather, used all eight rooms on the third floor as bedrooms.
But it wasn’t that difficult to find the right bedroom.
There were sticky fluids that had just dripped onto the hallway, like pebbles scattered here and there.
But Diana soon faced an obstacle.
The third floor was her mother’s bedroom floor.
After passing the hall at the top of the stairs, all the bedrooms were connected by doors.
Here and there, there were dressing rooms and bathrooms.
The problem was that the linear arrangement of the rooms was not suitable for peeking at all.
Although she could hear much better, opening a door to look inside would echo throughout the floor.
Peeking through the keyhole, the view of the bed was completely blocked by a vase.
And if she used magic, the two of them were much better witches than Diana.
She wasn’t confident that she could use it without being detected.
“Ah… hoo… ooh…! Hmmm…!”
Her mother’s rough moans and the sounds of intercourse came directly from beyond the door.
Diana had to calm her pounding heart and find a way.
‘You should go back and sleep now!’
‘This is wrong!’
Diana’s conscience pleaded.
‘It’s annoying!’
‘Aren’t you tired?’
Even Diana’s laziness pleaded.
But the curiosity about sex, which she had only encountered in books, surpassed the sum of all those voices.
“Ah…!”
She had a good idea.
Diana immediately ran out to the terrace outside the hall.
The fact that the rooms were in a straight line meant that all the terraces were connected with short gaps between them.
“Hodo-dodo…!”
She felt a chill as the swirling rain and wind clung to her, but Diana didn’t give up.
She wrapped her cloak tightly around her body and jumped from terrace to terrace.
And carefully, making sure not to make a sound, she peeked out.
Lightning flashed behind her.
-Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwang!
She could see it.
From the terrace, which was slightly higher than the bedroom, she could clearly see the bed lying sideways.
And on it was her naked mother, who was on all fours with her ass up like a dog in heat, and Shin Siwoo, who was also completely naked, rhythmically moving his hips.
“Hoo… oong… ooh…!”
Diana couldn’t believe her eyes.
Her mother was writhing and moaning without restraint.
She couldn’t see her face because her head was turned the other way, but the vulgar moans and the sounds of flesh slapping, which weren’t drowned out by the thunder, were as vivid as if they were right next to her ear.
“Ugh…!”
Diana shrank back.
She could clearly see Siwoo’s twitching arms and the veins popping out on them.
And she could see Siwoo’s naked body greedily devouring her mother’s body.
She felt dizzy.
Her head was spinning.
It was much more explicit than when she had seen it in books or heard it.
Her heart was pounding, and a heavy sigh unknowingly tapped against the glass window.
Shin Siwoo, who usually just wore a silly smile.
Under that man’s rough touch, her mother’s round buttocks were squashed.
Every time his erect penis moved back and forth between her legs, her mother’s entire body trembled.
It was lewd.
It was suggestive.
I feel a sense of depravity.
It’s not a feeling on that level.
It’s scary.
Isn’t something going wrong?
Shouldn’t I stop it?
It’s closer to this side.
It was wrong from the start to let something so big enter my body.
Diana’s height is similar to Lucy’s.
디아나가 기형으로 태어난 것이 아니라면 다리 사이의 구멍 크기도 비슷할 것이다.
Is that really okay?
Before Diana’s pupils, shaken by the shock, could even settle, an even more appalling sight unfolded.
-Slap!
“Kyaaaak…!”
Shin Siwoo swung his arm, striking the white buttocks.
He was patting his mother’s backside with a satisfied look on his face.
He hit so hard that the skin was red in the shape of his palm.
It would probably be bruised by tomorrow.
What he was doing was clearly an act of violence.
I have to stop him.
Something is wrong.
But what stopped Diana from opening the terrace door and rushing in to mediate the situation was….
“Again, again… come again… I, I think I’m gonna, gonna cum… Haaauuuu…!”
It’s the sight of my mother, completely unfazed by such treatment, uttering sweet moans. It’s far more intense than what I overheard in the secret room.
At the same moment, my mother’s body, writhing like a freshly caught salmon, resembled the descriptions of ‘orgasm’ I had seen in novels.
That is, a scene that could not be staged unless it was agreed upon.
In fact, even if Diana didn’t help right away, her mother would be able to easily handle that level of violence.
She has autonomous defense, after all.
The old woman, her face a roadmap of wrinkles, sat hunched over the low table, her gaze fixed on the flickering candle. The small room was filled with the scent of dried herbs and the low hum of the wind whistling through the cracks in the walls.
“Another one gone,” she muttered, her voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot. “The forest claims them all, one by one.”
She reached out a gnarled hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and picked up a small, worn wooden doll. It was crudely carved, but the features were distinct: a round face, wide eyes, and a small, upturned nose. It was the likeness of a child, a child who was no longer here.
“Little Minji,” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. “Why did you have to go?”
The candle flame danced, casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. The old woman closed her eyes, and a single tear escaped, tracing a path down her wrinkled cheek. She remembered the day Minji had disappeared, the day the forest had swallowed her whole.
It had been a bright, sunny day, the kind that made you believe in the goodness of the world. Minji had been playing in the meadow, her laughter like the tinkling of bells. The old woman had been watching her from the porch, her heart filled with a quiet joy.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Minji was gone. Vanished without a trace. The old woman had searched for her, calling her name until her voice was hoarse, but the forest had remained silent, its secrets locked away.
Now, years later, the old woman still waited, her hope a flickering ember in the darkness. She knew, deep down, that Minji was gone, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go. The doll was all she had left, a tangible reminder of the child she had loved and lost.
She opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the small window. The moon was a pale disc in the inky sky, its light casting a ghostly glow on the forest beyond. The forest, the silent, watchful forest that had taken her Minji.
“I will find you,” she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound determination. “I will find you, even if it’s the last thing I do.”
She stood up, her old bones creaking, and walked towards the door. The night was cold, but she didn’t care. She had a promise to keep, a promise to a little girl who was waiting for her in the shadows.
The shock didn’t end there.
그 자세 그대로 무려 엉덩이 구멍을 활짝 벌리며 구경하는 시우.
처음에는 거부하던 어머니였지만 그가 음핵을 꼬집으며 채근하자 순순히 자신의 뒷구멍을 벌리며 그의 몸 아래 자지러졌다.
I’m not sure what to do.
Even if we were to summarize the conversations in between….
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 looked at me. “You’ve grown, haven’t you?” she said, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “Last time I saw you, you were barely taller than my walking stick.”
I smiled, a genuine smile that reached my eyes. “It’s been a while, Grandma,” I replied, using the term of endearment that felt most natural. “How have you been?”
She chuckled, a sound like pebbles tumbling down a hill. “Oh, you know, the same as always. Still kicking, still causing trouble.” She winked, and I couldn’t help but laugh. This was my grandmother, the woman who had raised me, the woman who had taught me everything I knew about life, love, and the importance of a good cup of tea.
“I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” I said, my voice full of affection. “I’ve missed you.”
“Missed me, have you?” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Well, I’ve missed you too, you little rascal. Now, come in, come in. I’ve made your favorite, that sweet rice cake you always loved.”
I followed her into the small, cozy house, the scent of warm spices and sweet rice filling my nostrils. It was a familiar smell, a smell that always made me feel like I was home. The house was small, but it was filled with love, laughter, and the memories of a lifetime.
As I sat at the small table, eating the sweet rice cake, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. This was where I belonged, with my grandmother, in this small, cozy house, surrounded by love. It was a simple life, but it was a good life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
My mother’s asshole twitches every time she climaxes.
Shy about being seen, yet at Siwoo’s request, she willingly spreads open the unclean hole as if to make it easier to see.
Moreover, it was as if he derived even greater pleasure from that shameful act, writhing his body even more violently.
“Ah….”
It was like reading a sensual novel written by my mother for the first time.
At first, I felt a sense of rejection due to fear and unfamiliarity, but the more I watched their actions, the more I was drawn in.
The head that had peeked out from behind the curtain slowly leaned forward.
Diana, forgetting even the guilt of peeking at her mother’s lovemaking, was engrossed in watching until dawn.
“Haa….”
A sudden heat flared in my lower abdomen.
A subtle warmth, like swallowing hot black tea, spread and tickled my entire body.
The itchiest spot was between my legs.
As if possessed, Diana slipped her hand inside her cloak.
“Haaang…! Haaaah…! Haaat…! No… I don’t like it… This is too… vulgar…! It’s… it’s all being seen…!”
Like that, so intensely….
My elegant mother, in such a state….
Mother was right.
All men are wolves.
If they weren’t wolves, they couldn’t devour someone like that….
My hand, chilled like ice in the cold air, burrowed into my panties, slithering like a snake over the rustling fabric.
The inside of my panties was filled with a terribly hot heat and a strange dampness.
The moment my fingertips caught the small pearl, swollen much larger and rounder than usual.
“Heeuuh…!”
Diana clapped a hand over her mouth.
A pleasure she’d never felt before, a sensation of her mind going completely white.
A pleasant sensation, as if my body had become as light as a feather, originated from a bodily organ I’d always wondered, ‘Why is this even here?’
As if it had been waiting, the inside of my thighs quivered, and I could feel my insides becoming wet.
This is masturbation.
This is sexual pleasure.
It wasn’t just a feeling of being good, but rather one of surprise and unfamiliarity.
Diana subtly spread her legs, and with the tip of her middle finger, she rolled the pearl, which was standing erect and urging to be caressed.
Her legs trembled with each gentle push and touch.
Now I think I understand why Mom looks like that sometimes.
It feels like my throat is opening on its own, about to make a sound, and my whole body is shaking with an uncontrollable heat.
I can’t stop my hands.
I can’t take my ears away.
I can’t turn my eyes away.
“Ugh… Hieeugh…! S-Siwoo…”
If I were to kneel before him…
Would I end up changing like my mother?
In my mother’s desperate, unsightly calls for him, I unknowingly see my own reflection.
“I, I think I’m gonna… cum… n-now… hnggggh…!”
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you might see in an old movie. The box was made of dark wood, with intricate carvings that looked like vines and flowers. When I opened the lid, a delicate melody began to play. It was a tune I’d never heard before, but it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten dream.
I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no card, no return address, nothing. Just the box, sitting on my doorstep, as if it had materialized out of thin air.
I spent the rest of the day listening to the music box. The melody was haunting, beautiful, and strangely comforting. It felt like it was speaking to me, telling me a story I couldn’t quite understand.
That night, I had a dream. I was standing in a vast, empty field, under a sky filled with stars. The music box was in my hands, and as I opened it, the melody filled the air. Suddenly, the stars began to move, swirling and dancing like fireflies. And then, a voice spoke to me, a voice that seemed to come from the stars themselves.
“You have been chosen,” the voice said. “You are the one who will restore balance.”
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The dream felt so real, so vivid. I looked at the music box on my nightstand, and the melody began to play again, as if it was calling to me.
I knew, deep down, that my life was about to change.
With a jolt, a spark ignited in Diana’s belly, mirroring the scene of Siwoo’s rigid, bent-over mother, her naked form, and Siwoo’s own release as he clutched her, trying to escape.
The world was a stage, and I was merely a player.
That was the kind of thought that often crossed my mind.
It wasn’t a particularly special thought, but it was a thought that I, who had lived a life of constant failure, often pondered.
I was a failure.
I had failed the college entrance exam, failed at getting a job, and even failed at love.
I was a complete failure.
I was a man who had nothing.
I had no money, no skills, and no dreams.
I was just a man who was living day by day, barely surviving.
But even I had a dream.
It was a dream that was so absurd that I couldn’t even tell anyone about it.
It was a dream of becoming a hero.
Yes, a hero.
The kind of hero that appears in movies and novels.
The kind of hero that saves the world from danger.
The kind of hero that everyone admires.
It was a dream that was so unrealistic that it was laughable.
But I couldn’t give up on that dream.
Because that dream was the only thing that kept me going.
That dream was the only thing that made me feel alive.
So, I decided to do something.
I decided to become a hero.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy.
I knew it would be a long and arduous journey.
But I was determined.
I was determined to become a hero.
I started by reading books about heroes.
I read all sorts of books, from ancient myths to modern superhero comics.
I studied their strengths and weaknesses.
I analyzed their actions and motivations.
I tried to understand what made them heroes.
I also started exercising.
I ran every day, lifted weights, and practiced martial arts.
I wanted to become physically strong.
I wanted to be able to protect myself and others.
I also started learning about the world.
I studied history, politics, and economics.
I wanted to understand the problems that the world was facing.
I wanted to be able to solve those problems.
I knew it would take a long time.
But I was willing to put in the effort.
I was willing to do whatever it took to become a hero.
I was determined to make my dream a reality.
I was determined to become a hero.
And so, my journey began.
It was a journey that was full of challenges and obstacles.
But I never gave up.
I kept moving forward, one step at a time.
I kept believing in my dream.
I kept believing that one day, I would become a hero.
And that was the beginning of my story.
The story of a man who was once a failure, but who was determined to become a hero.
A story that was just beginning.
“Hngh…!”
An unbearable moan.
My legs and body trembled uncontrollably, like a dog doing a jig, and I felt like I was floating.
Diana bit her lip until it bled and snatched her hand away.
She instinctively knew that if she rubbed more, it would feel good, but she couldn’t hide her voice.
“Haa… haa….”
Diana’s eyes widened at the small, cute orgasm she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
Then.
—Zzzzzzzzzzz!
A wave of magic that made Diana’s skin tingle was felt.
“Haaah…! Hng…! Hngh…! Kyaaaaak…!”
Her mother’s pleasure-filled screams could also be heard.
As far as Diana knew, there was no reason for a magical wave to occur during intercourse.
Wondering if something had really happened, Diana quickly tilted her head and looked inside the curtains.
She wasn’t too worried.
Putting aside her trust in Shin Siwoo, her mother’s autonomous defense would be able to cover most mischief.
After checking her mother’s condition and realizing that nothing was wrong, Diana froze.
“Uh….”
Their eyes met.
With Shin Siwoo.
“Uhh…. Uh….”
Her heart sank as if she had been caught stealing.
They had made eye contact for at least 5 seconds, and he was also staring blankly in her direction with wide eyes, so it was clear that she had been caught.
Diana belatedly ducked behind the curtain.
“What do I do… What do I do…? What do I do…?”
To let her guard down at the very last moment.
What a stupid thing to do!
The only thing Diana could do, not knowing what to do, was to quickly climb over the railing and run away.
