City ​​of Witches 40

Chapter 40 – #10_Love Potion (3)

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-Gulp
-Gulp
-Gulp

A strange tension.
Breaking the silence of the calm before the storm, the sound of something being swallowed is heard three times.
It was the sound of the twins simultaneously swallowing the potion, and the sound of Siwoo swallowing his dry saliva in anticipation of what was to come.

20mL was a very small amount, not even a mouthful.
It felt like a long time, but the time it took for the twins to pick up and put down their glasses was only a moment.

“It’s not as bad as I thought.”
“Huh, why is it so sweet?”

After a while of commenting on the taste, the twins simultaneously turned their heads and looked at Siwoo.
To fulfill the conditions of the potion.
Siwoo held his breath and waited for what would happen next.

The Eros potion is, simply put, a love potion.
I don’t know if it’s really possible to manipulate human emotions with magic, but honestly, I’m curious to see this immature apprentice witch fall in love.

“Hmm….”
“Huh…?”

About a minute passed.
There is no change.
The twins’ eyes, which had been sparkling with anticipation and curiosity, also began to fade.

“Odette, isn’t the mushroom you got the wrong one?”
“No, I stole it from the magic mushroom farm according to the guide. Maybe you didn’t prepare the ingredients properly, sister?”
“Hmph, you probably got confused again and picked a weird mushroom.”
“You’re so unreliable, sister.”

Seeing the twins bickering and blaming each other, it seems that the potion is not working.
The meaningless fight subsided, and even after 10 minutes of silence, there was no change.

“Odile and Odette, it seems that your curiosity has been satisfied, so may I go now?”

The twins’ mouths were hanging open.
Like children who couldn’t go to the amusement park on their birthday because it was raining.

“I guess there’s no choice. You can go now.”
“Then, I’ll be going. Just a word of caution, please keep the secret. If Master Jemina finds out, she’ll kill me.”
“It’s an unnecessary worry, assistant. Our master is very kind.”
“No matter how kind our master is, she’ll burn any scoundrel who messes with her apprentice witch, who is like a daughter to her.”

Is there any point in saying this?

“I told you not to worry. Anyway, thanks for your hard work.”

Anyway, I’m finally free from this uneasy and strange situation.
Siwoo, who was relieved, greeted them cheerfully and was about to turn around when Odette suddenly shouted.

“Wait a minute!”
“Ah! You scared me! Why are you shouting in my ear!”

A voice full of excitement, perhaps even joy.
With a sense of foreboding, Siwoo turned around anxiously and realized that something was wrong.

Odette’s eyes, which had been blankly staring without saying a word, were now moist.
Her drooping eyes were filled with a sticky, honey-like lust, like a forbidden apple.
Her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing were clear evidence that something unusual was happening.

“I, if it’s not now, I don’t think I’ll be able to tell you, assistant…”
“Yes, p-please speak.”

Feeling a strange force that was different from usual, Odile seemed to realize why Odette was reacting like that.
The Eros potion had begun to take effect.
Odette walked lightly and stood close to Siwoo.

“Please sit here and listen.”

With eyes that seemed to want to embrace him right away, she grabbed his wrist and forced Siwoo to sit on the sofa.
Her small hand, flushed with a fever, was hotter than Odette’s mouth that had sucked his penis earlier.

Odile watched Siwoo and Odette with great interest.
In front of Siwoo, Odette suddenly untied the waist string of her dress.

“Huh?”

With skillful movements, the ribbon of the dress, which had been intricately knotted, was untied in an instant, and the dress fell to the floor with a thud.
Unlike Amelia, she was not wearing revealing underwear.
She was wearing an underdress that came down to her thighs and drawers that seemed to be worn instead of panties.
Considering the thickness of the fabric, it was clear that they were not for wearing under clothes.

Odile and Siwoo opened their mouths at the same time.

“Actually… at the very back of the guide, there’s a section on how a woman can make herself feel good.”

Odette’s hand, which had been hesitating near her waist, slipped into her drawers.
Siwoo’s second shock.

“The book says… that a woman’s body has this… this little sprout-like thing in the gap below. If you press it with your finger and… like this… turn it around… it feels good…”

Odette suddenly started masturbating.
The movement of her hand wiggling inside the thin drawers was clearly visible.

“I was a little embarrassed… so I secretly did it when my sister was asleep… but actually, I was thinking of you, assistant…”
“Ah……”

Siwoo was just gaping at the shocking sight.
It’s supposed to be a potion that makes you fall in love.
Not an aphrodisiac?

“I imagined you, assistant… putting something hard into my… shameful hole… and it felt… it felt really good…”
“Uh…..”

Odette’s surprise declaration.
She masturbated for the first time recently, and she used you as her wank material.
What would you think if you heard such a line to your face?
The answer is that you wouldn’t think anything and your mind would go blank.

-Squelch…!

At that moment, Odette’s hand slightly changed its touch on the drawers.
It seemed like she was gently stroking the petals.

“Then… a little bit of water started to come out… and my head felt like it was floating, floating… and my throat tickled like I was going to sneeze… and… and… my waist and hips were wiggling… haa…”

Whether she was recalling the feeling at that time, or feeling pleasure right now, Odette’s shoulders trembled.

“After a while… my body was trembling… and I just felt good on my own…”

A slightly guilty, childish tone reached out to Siwoo.

“Assistant, is Odette a bad girl?”

I wouldn’t say that the twins are good and honest students…
But right now, I didn’t feel like saying anything.

“At that time, I didn’t really know why I did that… I just thought that it was because you were the only man I knew… but now I think I understand…”

Odette took her hand out of her drawers.
Her fingertips were glistening with a sticky liquid.
Odette put her finger into Siwoo’s gaping mouth.
As if to say, this is all because of you.

“…I was in love with you, Assistant.”

A lewd taste.
Salty, bitter, and somehow even a little sour.
Odette’s clear fluids rolled around on his tongue, and Siwoo urgently called for Odile.

“Odile! Odile! Please stop your sister! It’s an emergency!”

But Odile didn’t answer, wherever she was or whatever she was doing.
Siwoo, whose vision was blocked by Odette, couldn’t see Odile.

“Where are you trying to look? The one in front of you isn’t my sister… it’s Odette…”

With her other hand, Odette firmly held Siwoo’s head in place, preventing him from turning away.
How such strength could come from that small body, he couldn’t move an inch.

“Odile! Don’t just watch!”
“Am I not enough…? I guess my wonderful sister… is more attractive to you, isn’t she?”

The situation was unfolding more rapidly than a soap opera, and he felt like he was losing his mind.

“No, Odette, you are plenty attractive. Absolutely.”

Tears of sorrow had welled up in Odette’s eyes.

“You’re so kind, Assistant. But I know, I know I’m not enough… I’m more lacking and foolish than my sister…”

Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Odette bowed her head and sobbed.
Her tears fell sadly onto Siwoo’s pants.

“Odette, you’ve taken some strange medicine and your mind is not right. Please don’t make any more embarrassing memories and calm down…”

Since she was sobbing so hard in front of me, I couldn’t just ignore her, so Siwoo calmly stroked Odette’s shoulder to calm her down.

The moment Siwoo’s hand touched her shoulder, Odette stopped sobbing.
It was as if she had stopped breathing, all movement in her body ceased.
Suddenly, Odette lifted her head and met Siwoo’s eyes.
For some reason, a chill ran down my spine.

A bright smile tears through the sorrow and emerges.

“We should have your baby, Assistant.”
“Excuse me?”

A baby?

“I’m still a novice witch, so… I can have a baby. My period came a long time ago, and if I receive your seed, Assistant, I can get pregnant.”

Suddenly, an invisible restraint tightened around my body.
It wasn’t a flimsy restraint that could be resisted with force or undone with the magic Siwoo had created.

-Rustle

Odette slowly lowered her drawers in front of Siwoo, as if performing a striptease.

White drawers, adorned with frills and ribbons, sliding down thin, slender thighs.

And so, revealed on Odette’s triangle, was only the ‘vessel’ marked with the witch’s brand.

The area where the drawers had been in contact was strung with sticky threads of seminal fluid, like a spiderweb at dawn.

Odette had a perfectly smooth pussy, not a single hair visible.

“If I have your baby, you won’t be able to leave me, right…? Because you’re such a kind person.”

A twisted possessiveness.
Odette’s face, wearing a smile that seemed to burn with the joy she felt, looked incredibly dangerous.

“To think I can make a baby with my assistant… Why does this make me so happy?”
“Ode… Ugh…!”

No matter how desperately he tried to scream, an invisible force clamped down on his mouth.
Siwoo realized this was no ordinary situation.
He thought the love potion would only have a mild effect.

Why is it that when you fall in love, your heart just flutters, and your face turns red just from looking at them?
He thought Odile and Odette also had a reasonable understanding of the potion’s effects, so he didn’t think twice about them drinking it at the same time.
What kind of love potion is this! It’s just a pig aphrodisiac, damn it! He wanted to shout.

An apprentice witch cannot become a witch if she loses her virginity.
An apprentice witch, whom she had personally taught for at least 15 years, would no longer be able to become a witch?
Siwoo would die.

I couldn’t understand why Odile was standing idly by while things got to this point. It wasn’t just Siwoo’s problem, but also a matter concerning the future of her younger sister, Odette.

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

It was a small, old-fashioned music box. The kind you might find in a dusty antique shop. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with patterns of vines and flowers. When I opened the lid, a delicate melody began to play. It was a tune I’d never heard before, yet it felt strangely familiar, like a forgotten dream.

The music box was accompanied by a letter. The handwriting was elegant and flowing, like something from a bygone era. The letter was short, but its words were heavy with meaning.

*To my dearest daughter, on your twentieth birthday.*

*This music box holds a secret. A secret that has been passed down through our family for generations. It is a key, a key to a world beyond our own.*

*Listen to the music, and you will understand.*

*With all my love,*

*Your Mother*

My mother had passed away when I was young. I had no memory of her. I had been raised by my grandmother, who had always been tight-lipped about my mother’s past. This letter, this music box, was the first real connection I had ever felt to her.

I listened to the music box again. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, and as I listened, I felt a strange pull, a sense of something shifting within me. The room around me seemed to fade, the walls dissolving into a swirling mist. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was no longer in my room.

I was standing in a forest. The trees were tall and ancient, their leaves a vibrant emerald green. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, creating dappled patterns on the forest floor. It was a world unlike any I had ever seen before.

I didn’t know where I was, or how I had gotten there. But I knew, deep down, that the music box had brought me here. This was the world my mother had spoken of, the world beyond our own.

I took a step forward, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. I had no idea what awaited me in this strange new world, but I knew that I had to explore it. I had to find out what secrets my mother had left behind.

And so, my adventure began.

And I tremble at its majesty.

“I’m so happy! Did you become this strong after seeing my body?”

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

It was a small, wooden box. The kind you might see in an antique shop. It was old, with a dark, worn surface, and it was tied shut with a thick, hemp rope. There was no sender’s address, no name, just the box.

I was curious, of course. I’d never received anything like it before. I carefully untied the rope and opened the lid.

Inside, there was a single, small book. It was bound in leather, and the pages were yellowed with age. The title was written in elegant, flowing script: “The Book of Shadows.”

I was intrigued. I’d always been drawn to the mysterious and the unknown. I picked up the book and began to read.

The first page was a warning. It said that the book contained secrets that should not be known, that it could lead to great power, but also to great danger. It said that once I began to read, there was no turning back.

I hesitated for a moment. I knew I should probably put the book down, forget I’d ever seen it. But the warning only made me more curious. I had to know what was inside.

I turned the page.

The next page was blank. Then, the next. And the next. I flipped through the book, but all the pages were blank.

I was disappointed. I’d expected something more, something magical. I was about to close the book when I noticed something.

On the last page, there was a single word written in the same elegant script as the title: “Look.”

I looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I looked at the book again. The word was still there.

I looked closer. I realized that the word wasn’t just written on the page, it was *in* the page. It was like a window, a portal into something else.

I reached out and touched the word.

The world around me dissolved.

I found myself standing in a place I’d never seen before. It was a dark, misty forest. The trees were tall and gnarled, and the air was thick with the smell of damp earth.

I was scared, but also excited. I knew that I had stepped into something extraordinary. I knew that my life would never be the same again.

I took a deep breath and began to walk into the forest.

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The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line etched deep with the passage of time. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she looked at me. “So, you’re the one who’s been causing all the ruckus around here?” she asked, her voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot.

I bowed my head slightly, a gesture of respect I’d learned from my grandmother. “I apologize if I’ve caused any trouble, ma’am.”

She chuckled, a sound like pebbles tumbling down a hill. “Trouble? Hah! A little trouble is good for the soul. Keeps things interesting.” She gestured with a gnarled hand towards a small wooden stool. “Sit, child. Let’s talk.”

I hesitated for a moment, then settled onto the stool. The wood was worn smooth from years of use, and it felt strangely comforting beneath me. The old woman watched me with an intensity that made me feel like I was being examined under a microscope.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked, her gaze piercing.

I shook my head. “No, ma’am. I’m from… far away.”

“Far away, eh?” She leaned forward, her eyes twinkling. “Well, far away is a relative term, isn’t it? What matters is where you are now.” She paused, her gaze softening slightly. “And you’re here, in my little corner of the world.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded.

“So,” she continued, “what brings you to this place? Are you lost? Or are you searching for something?”

I looked down at my hands, tracing the lines on my palms. “I… I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just felt drawn here. Like there was something I needed to find.”

The old woman smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “Ah, the call of destiny. It’s a powerful thing, isn’t it?” She reached out and patted my hand, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Well, child, you’ve come to the right place. This little corner of the world has a way of revealing things to those who seek them.”

I looked up at her, hope flickering in my chest. “Do you think… do you think I’ll find what I’m looking for here?”

She chuckled again, the sound echoing in the small space. “That, my dear, is up to you. But I have a feeling… a feeling that you’re on the right path.” She stood up, her movements slow but deliberate. “Now, come. Let’s have some tea. It’s a long road ahead, and you’ll need your strength.”

I followed her into the small cottage, a sense of anticipation building within me. I didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was finally where I was supposed to be.

For just a fleeting moment, the image of pinkish flesh peeking out from between plump mounds is etched into my retina.

For now, thankfully, it wasn’t an immediate insertion.

Odette is simply straddling his lying-down cock.

“It’s like a sausage stuck between hot dog buns.”

“My assistant’s most embarrassing part… and Odette’s most embarrassing part have met… Hehe…♡”
“Ugh… Ugh…!”

My dick is definitely hard, but I see death.
This very state is too dangerous.
The magic binding Siwoo is far beyond what the magic generated by an erection can undo…
And her womb and my dick are too close.
There’s a chance Odette’s ‘vessel’ could be damaged.

“Assistant… don’t look anywhere else… You are now only Odette’s. I won’t yield you to anyone else…”

Odette slowly begins to move her hips.

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of blood.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of death.

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

“Ah… haa… It’s so hot… It feels so much better than when I touch myself… it’s incomparable…”

The old woman, who had been sitting with her back bent like a shrimp, straightened her back and looked at me. Her eyes, which had been half-closed, were now wide open, and her gaze was sharp.

“You’re the one who came to see the house?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“That’s right.”

“I knew it. You don’t look like someone who would live in a place like this.”

The old woman’s words were like a sharp needle, pricking at me. I didn’t know what she meant by ‘a place like this,’ but I didn’t want to ask. I just wanted to get this over with quickly.

“I saw the notice. I’d like to see the house.”

“You’re going to rent it?”

“Yes, if it’s suitable.”

“Suitability, huh? Well, it’s not a place where just anyone can live.”

The old woman’s words were still sharp. I wondered if she was always like this. I had a feeling that if I didn’t get along with her, I wouldn’t be able to live here.

“I’m not just anyone. I’m a person who wants to live here.”

I tried to speak calmly, but my voice was a little tense. The old woman looked at me with a strange expression.

“You’re quite something. Alright, come on in.”

The old woman stood up and walked towards the house. I followed her, feeling a little nervous. The house was old, but it had a certain charm. The garden was overgrown with weeds, but it was still beautiful.

The old woman opened the front door and stepped inside. I followed her, and the first thing I noticed was the smell of old wood. It was a smell that brought back memories of my childhood.

“This is the living room. It’s a bit dusty, but it’s not too bad.”

The old woman’s voice was a little softer now. I looked around the living room. It was small, but it was cozy. There was a small table in the center of the room, and a few cushions were scattered around it.

“There’s a kitchen over there, and a bathroom next to it. The bedroom is upstairs.”

The old woman pointed to the different rooms. I nodded and followed her to the kitchen. It was small and old, but it had everything I needed. The bathroom was also small, but it was clean.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

The old woman led me to the stairs. They were steep and narrow, but I managed to climb them without any trouble. The bedroom was small, but it had a large window that let in plenty of sunlight.

“This is the bedroom. It’s a bit small, but it’s comfortable.”

The old woman’s voice was now gentle. I looked around the bedroom. It was simple, but it was perfect. I could imagine myself living here.

“I like it. I’d like to rent it.”

“Really? You’re not going to think about it?”

“No, I’ve made up my mind.”

The old woman looked at me with a surprised expression. I smiled at her. I knew that I had made the right decision. This was the place where I wanted to live.

“Alright then. Let’s go downstairs and talk about the details.”

The old woman led me back downstairs. I followed her, feeling a sense of excitement. I was finally going to have a place of my own.

The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a canvas of time. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a spark of something that seemed to pierce through the veil of years. She sat on the low wooden stool, her back slightly hunched, her hands gnarled and knotted like the roots of an ancient tree. The worn hanbok she wore, faded with countless washes, spoke of a life lived simply, a life lived close to the earth.

“So, you’ve come,” she said, her voice a low, raspy whisper that seemed to carry the weight of the mountains. “I’ve been waiting.”

I nodded, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. The air in the small, dimly lit room was thick with the scent of dried herbs and something else, something ancient and earthy that I couldn’t quite place. It was a smell that seemed to seep into your very bones, a smell that spoke of secrets and forgotten lore.

“I’ve heard stories about you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Stories of a woman who knows the language of the wind, the secrets of the earth.”

A faint smile touched the old woman’s lips, a smile that was both knowing and sad. “Stories,” she echoed, her voice a mere breath. “They are just that, stories. But sometimes, stories hold a grain of truth.”

She reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against my arm. Her touch was surprisingly light, like the touch of a feather, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. “You seek something,” she said, her eyes boring into mine. “Something that is lost, something that is hidden.”

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “Yes,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I seek the truth.”

The old woman nodded, her gaze unwavering. “The truth,” she said, her voice barely audible. “It is a dangerous thing to seek. It can shatter the world you know, it can break your heart. Are you sure you are ready for that?”

I hesitated for a moment, the weight of her words pressing down on me. But then, I looked into her eyes, into the depths of her ancient soul, and I knew that I couldn’t turn back. “Yes,” I said, my voice firm. “I am ready.”

A slow, knowing smile spread across the old woman’s face. “Then,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, “let us begin.”

“My dream was to become a witch… but if it means I can have you as my assistant, I don’t mind if everything else falls apart.”

I was a bit taken aback when I opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a ceiling that was so old it was practically antique. It was a wooden ceiling, with dark, aged beams crisscrossing it. It wasn’t a ceiling I recognized.

‘Where am I?’

I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it was weighed down by a ton of bricks. It was as if I’d been sleeping for days.

‘Ugh…’

I groaned and finally managed to prop myself up on my elbows. The bed I was lying on was also old, with a rough, scratchy texture. It was definitely not my bed.

‘What the heck is going on?’

I looked around the room. It was small and simple, with a single window letting in a weak ray of sunlight. There was a small wooden desk in the corner, and a few old books were stacked on it. The walls were made of mud and straw, and they were covered with old, faded wallpaper.

‘This is definitely not my room.’

I was sure of it. My room was modern and clean, with a comfortable bed and a large desk. This room was like something out of a historical drama.

‘Did I get kidnapped?’

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I tried to remember what had happened before I fell asleep, but my mind was a blank. It was like my memories had been erased.

‘I need to get out of here.’

I tried to get out of bed, but my body still felt heavy and weak. I stumbled and almost fell, but I managed to grab onto the edge of the bed.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

I looked down at my hands. They were small and delicate, not the hands I was used to. They were the hands of a child.

‘No way…’

I rushed to the small mirror hanging on the wall. My reflection was not the one I expected. A young girl with long, black hair and big, innocent eyes stared back at me. She was no older than ten.

‘This can’t be happening.’

I touched my face, and the girl in the mirror did the same. It was definitely me, but it wasn’t me. It was like I had been reborn as a child.

‘What is this?’

I was completely confused. I didn’t know where I was, who I was, or how I had gotten here. It was like I had woken up in a completely different world.

‘I need to figure this out.’

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I knew that panicking wouldn’t help. I needed to stay calm and think rationally.

‘First, I need to find out where I am.’

I slowly got out of bed and walked towards the door. It was a simple wooden door, and it creaked loudly when I opened it.

I stepped out into a small hallway. It was dark and narrow, with a few doors on either side. The air was musty and smelled of old wood.

‘This is so weird.’

I walked down the hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn’t want to attract any attention. I didn’t know who was in this house, and I didn’t want to take any chances.

I reached the end of the hallway and saw a staircase leading down. I carefully walked down the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest.

When I reached the bottom, I saw a small living room. There was a fireplace in the corner, and a few chairs were arranged around it. The room was dimly lit, and it was empty.

‘Is anyone here?’

I called out, but my voice was small and weak. There was no response.

‘Maybe they’re not home.’

I walked into the living room and looked around. There was a small table in the center of the room, and a few old books were stacked on it. I picked up one of the books and opened it.

The book was written in a language I didn’t recognize. It was filled with strange symbols and characters.

‘What is this?’

I flipped through the pages, but I couldn’t understand anything. It was like the book was written in a code.

‘This is so strange.’

I put the book back on the table and looked around the room again. I needed to find some clues about where I was and who I was.

I noticed a small wooden box on the shelf. I opened it and found a few old letters inside. I picked up one of the letters and tried to read it.

The letter was also written in the same strange language as the book. I couldn’t understand a single word.

‘This is useless.’

I put the letter back in the box and sighed. I was starting to feel frustrated. I didn’t know what to do.

‘I need to find someone who can help me.’

I walked towards the front door and opened it. I stepped outside and looked around.

I was in a small village. There were a few houses scattered around, and the streets were made of dirt. The sky was overcast, and the air was cool.

‘Where am I?’

I looked around, hoping to see someone who could help me. But there was no one in sight.

‘I’m all alone.’

I felt a wave of despair wash over me. I didn’t know what to do. I was lost and confused, and I didn’t know how to get back home.

‘I need to stay calm.’

I took a deep breath and tried to think rationally. I knew that panicking wouldn’t help. I needed to stay calm and figure out what to do.

‘I’ll start by exploring the village.’

I started walking down the street, hoping to find someone who could help me. I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew that I couldn’t give up.

I was determined to find out where I was and how I had gotten here. I was determined to find my way back home.

Odette loses her virginity, and Siwoo dies.

In the precarious situation, Odette whispered into Siwoo’s ear, her breath hot.

“I understand. This feeling… this feeling that I’d gladly burn everything for my assistant… it’s love…!”

Odette’s waist moved.

To Siwoo, the scene looked like the blade of a guillotine rising.

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of blood.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of death.

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of hope.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of despair.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of everything.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of nothing.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of me.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of you.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of us.

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of everything and nothing.

The wind was blowing.

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

The day I turned twenty, I received a letter.

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It was a thick, cream-colored envelope, sealed with a wax stamp of a bizarre, unidentifiable crest. I didn’t recognize the sender’s name written on the back, either.

“Who could this be from?”

I turned the envelope over and over, tilting my head. I couldn’t recall anyone I knew with such an odd name.

“Maybe it’s a prank?”

I was about to toss it aside when I noticed the address. It wasn’t my current address, but the one from when I was a child.

“Huh?”

I tore open the envelope, my heart pounding. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper, also cream-colored, and a small, silver key.

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The letter was written in elegant, flowing script.

*To my dearest niece, Jiwoo.*

*I hope this letter finds you well. It has been a long time, hasn’t it? I’m sure you don’t remember me, but I am your aunt, Yura.*

*I’m writing to you today because I have something very important to tell you. I’m afraid I don’t have much time left. I’m very ill, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on much longer.*

*I’ve always regretted not being able to be there for you. I know I haven’t been a good aunt, but I’ve always loved you very much. I’ve always watched over you from afar.*

*I’m leaving you everything I have. It’s not much, but I hope it will be of some help to you. The key I’ve enclosed is for the house where I’ve been living. It’s a bit old, but I hope you’ll like it.*

*I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better aunt. Please forgive me. I hope you’ll be happy.*

*With all my love,*

*Your Aunt, Yura*

My hands trembled as I finished reading the letter. Aunt Yura? I had never heard of her. My mother had always said she was an only child.

“What is this?”

I looked at the key in my hand. It was small and old, but it felt strangely heavy.

“A house?”

I looked at the address written at the bottom of the letter. It was in a small town I had never heard of.

“Should I go?”

I was hesitant. It could be a prank, or worse, a trap. But something about the letter, the sincerity in the words, drew me in.

“I guess I have nothing to lose.”

I decided to go. I packed a small bag, grabbed the key, and headed to the bus terminal. The town was far away, and the bus ride was long and tiring.

As the bus pulled into the small town, I looked out the window. It was a quiet, peaceful place, surrounded by mountains and forests. It was nothing like the bustling city I was used to.

I got off the bus and looked around. The address on the letter was for a house at the edge of town. I started walking, the key clutched tightly in my hand.

Finally, I arrived at the house. It was an old, two-story house, surrounded by a small garden. The paint was peeling, and the windows were dusty, but it had a certain charm.

I took a deep breath and inserted the key into the lock. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside.

The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he’d spent under the sun. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. He chuckled, a dry, rustling sound like leaves skittering across pavement. “You think you’re so clever, eh? Trying to trick old man Kim?”

I grinned, leaning back in my chair. “Just testing your reflexes, Grandpa.”

He snorted, reaching for his pipe. “Reflexes? I’ve got reflexes sharper than a hawk’s beak. It’s your tricks that are getting rusty.”

The small, cluttered room was filled with the scent of old books and pipe tobacco. Sunlight streamed through the dusty window, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. It was a familiar scene, one that had played out countless times over the years.

“So,” I said, changing the subject, “did you hear about the new bakery opening down the street?”

His eyes lit up. “A bakery, you say? Now that’s something worth talking about. Maybe they’ll have those sweet rice cakes I like.”

“Maybe,” I replied, trying to hide my smile. I knew he’d be there first thing in the morning, eager to sample their wares.

He puffed on his pipe, the smoke curling around his head like a halo. “You know, when I was your age, we didn’t have fancy bakeries. We had to make our own treats.”

“I know, Grandpa,” I said, “you’ve told me the story a hundred times.”

He chuckled again, the sound softer this time. “Well, it’s a good story. And it’s important to remember where we come from.”

I nodded, understanding the unspoken message. It was more than just a story; it was a piece of our history, a connection to the past.

“So,” he said, his eyes twinkling, “are you going to help me with my garden today, or are you too busy with your ‘clever’ tricks?”

I laughed, standing up. “I’ll help you, Grandpa. But don’t think I’ve given up on outsmarting you.”

He grinned, a flash of white teeth in his wrinkled face. “We’ll see about that, young one. We’ll see.”