City ​​of Witches 433

City ​​of Witches 433

## Chapter 433 – #91_Merry Christmas(5)

#432

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A small token of my respect, offered by your unworthy disciple, overwhelmed by your profound love, Master.
A coconut milk injection was administered to Elroa’s sweet and juicy pussy, overflowing with nectar.

The position was standing, rear entry.
Her rabbit-mode ass, bent over and supported by the bed, was curved like an inverted heart, exuding a sensual fragrance.

Her legs, planted in an A-shape on the rug.
The combination of her high heels, which added at least 10cm to Elroa’s height, her shapely legs, and the invention that is the garter belt, made her sex appeal comparable to an aphrodisiac.

-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Hnnngh…! Ugh…! Haaang…!”

The sight of my large cock going back and forth between the fabric that was pushed aside and pressing against her ass, was never tiresome, no matter how many times I saw it.
This alone was a sufficiently erotic scene, but if we added the dirty talk that we had mutually agreed upon…
It would create a scent of lust that was almost painful.

I moved my hips without stopping, and said teasingly.

“Elroa, you’re really like a rabbit in heat.”

At that, Elroa shivered elegantly, her spine trembling, and replied with a nasal voice full of feminine scent.
Of course, it wasn’t intentional on Elroa’s part.
It was simply that the pleasure, which lightly suppressed social conventions and prestige, was awakening the coquetry of her feminine instincts.

“N-no, I’m not…! Hnnngh… Heugh…!”
“You’re not?”

This sense of superiority, teasing the Duchess Elroa Tiferet, my master, with informal language.
The feeling of conquest, as she abandoned her fierce demeanor and became docile with just a few hip thrusts.

And the loveliness I felt from her not running away and obeying, even while doing all sorts of embarrassing things.
The mental stimulation was far superior to the primal stimulation of her tight, springy pussy clamping down on my cock.

“Ugh… Hnnngh… Don’t… don’t be too mean…”
“Well, rabbits are quiet, but Elroa’s cries are too loud for a rabbit.”
“Haawooong…! Don’t… Don’t say that…! Hnnngh…!”

Elroa’s pussy was already tight.
Adding to that, the two factors of ‘standing on tiptoe because of the heels’ + ‘clamping down even more because of the pleasure’ created a resistance that made it difficult to move my hips.

“The mansions here are so close together… I wonder if they can hear us?”

It wasn’t close enough for the moans inside to be heard, and it was a common, cliché line, but it seemed to be enough of a stimulus for Elroa.

“T-that’s… that’s not good…! Heheugh…!”

Even as she was swept away by the torrent of pleasure, she suddenly raised her head and glanced at the window.
The sight of her doing that was like a herbivore wary of a predator, which stimulated my sadistic side.

-Squelch!

It was so tight now that it was almost impossible to move my waist, probably because I was actually a bit nervous.

“Oh…”

Siwoo couldn’t help but be amazed.
This magical thing was possible when a superhuman training element was added to a natural spirit body.
Finally, when the object was pushed all the way to the deepest part.

“Hah…!”

With a sound like air escaping, Eloa’s upper body collapsed.
This was a sign.

A premonitory sign of Eloa’s body briefly relaxing just before climax.

-Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!

The world was a stage, and I was merely an extra.

That was how I felt.

I was a nobody, a nameless face in the crowd. I wasn’t particularly good at anything, nor was I particularly bad. I was just… average.

My life was a monotonous cycle of school, home, and sleep. I had no dreams, no goals, no burning passion to ignite my soul. I was just drifting along, letting life happen to me.

But then, one day, everything changed.

It was a rainy afternoon, the kind that made the world look like a watercolor painting. I was walking home from school, my umbrella doing its best to shield me from the downpour, when I saw it.

A small, stray cat, huddled under a bush, shivering and soaked to the bone.

I had never been a cat person. In fact, I was more of a dog person. But something about this little creature tugged at my heartstrings.

I crouched down, extending a hand slowly. The cat flinched, its eyes wide with fear, but it didn’t run away.

“Hey there,” I whispered, my voice soft. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

The cat hesitated for a moment, then tentatively rubbed its head against my hand. It was a small gesture, but it felt like a victory.

I carefully scooped the cat into my arms, feeling its tiny body tremble against mine. It was so light, so fragile.

I knew I couldn’t leave it out in the rain. So, I did something I never thought I would do. I took it home.

My parents were surprised, to say the least. They had never seen me show any interest in animals before. But they didn’t object. They just looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

I named the cat “Rainy,” because that’s when I found her.

Rainy was a small, black cat with bright green eyes. She was timid at first, but she quickly warmed up to me. She would follow me around the house, purring like a tiny motor. She would sleep on my bed, curled up at my feet.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I had a purpose.

I wasn’t just drifting anymore. I had someone to care for, someone who depended on me.

Rainy wasn’t just a cat. She was my companion, my friend, my reason to get out of bed in the morning.

She was the spark that ignited my soul.

And I knew, deep down, that my life would never be the same again.

엘로아의 엉덩이가 전기자극을 받는 것처럼 크게 꿈틀거리더니 이윽고 그녀의 깊은 속살이 일제히 시우의 자지를 이리저리 조여대기 시작한다.
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each one a testament to the years he’d spent under the relentless sun. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief, and his hands, gnarled and calloused, moved with a surprising dexterity as he tended to his garden. The air was thick with the scent of blooming herbs and damp earth, a comforting aroma that had been a constant in my life.

“You’re back early,” he said, his voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. He didn’t look up from the tomato plant he was carefully pruning, but I knew he was aware of my presence.

“The market was slow today,” I replied, setting down the basket of unsold vegetables with a sigh. The weight of the day seemed to settle on my shoulders, and I felt a familiar weariness creep into my bones.

“Slow days are a blessing in disguise,” he said, finally meeting my gaze. His eyes twinkled, and a small smile played on his lips. “They give us time to appreciate the small things.”

I couldn’t help but smile back. He always had a way of finding the silver lining, even in the most mundane of situations. “I suppose so,” I said, watching as he carefully placed a small, ripe tomato into his palm.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to me. “A little taste of sunshine.”

I took the tomato, its skin warm from the sun, and bit into it. The sweet, tangy juice burst in my mouth, and for a moment, the weariness faded away. It was a simple pleasure, but it was enough.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice filled with genuine gratitude.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that always made me feel safe. “Don’t thank me. Thank the earth. It’s the one that gives us everything.”

I nodded, understanding the wisdom in his words. He had taught me so much over the years, not just about gardening, but about life itself. He was more than just an old man; he was my mentor, my confidant, and the closest thing I had to family.

“I’ll help you with the rest of the garden,” I said, rolling up my sleeves.

“That would be nice,” he said, his eyes twinkling again. “But first, let’s have some tea.”

And so, we spent the rest of the afternoon tending to the garden, sharing stories, and sipping tea under the warm, golden sun. It was a simple day, but it was perfect.

-Pshhh! Pshhh!
“Ugh… Hah! Haaah…! Hicc…! Haaaaaang!”

가뜩이나 좁은 보지에 빈틈이 하나도 남지 않을 거근을 꽂아넣은 상태.
Having reached climax with her insides overflowing with juices, there was only one thing that could happen.

자지를 한껏 집어삼킨 교접부 틈새로 남자가 사정하듯 애액을 분사한 것이다.
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line etched with the passage of time. He sat hunched over a low table, his gnarled hands meticulously arranging the pieces of a go board. The small, black and white stones clicked softly against the wooden surface, a gentle rhythm in the otherwise quiet room. Outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows, painting the walls in hues of orange and gold.

“You’re late,” the old man said, his voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. He didn’t look up, his gaze fixed on the board.

I bowed my head slightly. “I apologize, Master. I was delayed.”

He finally raised his eyes, their depths like ancient pools reflecting a lifetime of wisdom and secrets. “Excuses are like weeds, they grow easily and choke the truth.”

I remained silent, knowing that arguing would be futile. He was not a man who tolerated excuses, especially from his students.

“Sit,” he commanded, gesturing to the cushion opposite him.

I settled onto the cushion, my back straight, my hands resting on my knees. The room was filled with the scent of old wood and incense, a familiar aroma that had permeated my life since I was a child.

“Today,” he began, his voice low and deliberate, “we will discuss the concept of ‘Myeong.’ Destiny.”

He picked up a white stone, his fingers tracing its smooth surface. “Destiny is not a fixed path, but a river. It flows, it changes, it carves its own way. But the river is also bound by its banks, by the mountains and valleys that shape its course.”

He placed the stone on the board, a single point in the vast expanse. “Each stone is a choice, a decision. Each move shapes the flow of the river. But the river itself is always there, waiting.”

I listened intently, trying to absorb his words. He spoke in riddles, his lessons often veiled in metaphors and parables. It was up to me to unravel their meaning.

“The key,” he continued, “is not to fight the river, but to understand its currents. To know when to yield, and when to push forward. To see the patterns, the connections, the hidden forces that shape the flow.”

He placed another stone, this time a black one, next to the white. “Life is a game of go, a constant struggle between black and white. But it is not about winning or losing. It is about understanding the game itself.”

He looked at me, his eyes piercing. “Do you understand?”

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I think so, Master.”

He smiled, a rare and fleeting expression that transformed his face. “Thinking is not enough. You must feel it, in your bones, in your heart. You must become the river.”

He gestured to the board. “Now, show me what you have learned.”

I reached for a black stone, my hand trembling slightly. The game had begun.

“Hah… hnnng…”

Like she’d just wet herself, a trail of her juices ran down Eloa’s trembling thighs.

If Siwoo hadn’t been there to hold my waist from behind, I probably would have collapsed.

자궁구를 찔리며 도달하는 오르가즘은 문자 그대로 다리에 힘이 풀리는 쾌감이었으니 말이다.
“Hoo…”

Having watched Elroa’s masterclass climax, Siwoo relaxed the tension in his shoulders.
If he had let his guard down for even a moment, he would have been drained of his semen.

“Were you excited by the thought that someone else might hear?”
“Ugh…”

Eloa buried her face in the bed instead of answering, shaking her head.
And then she continued in a small voice.

“I, I don’t want to let other people hear it…. I only want Siwoo to see this side of me….”
“……”
“B-but…. If Siwoo likes it, I’ll let you hear it…. So, you can do whatever you want, whatever you want….”

Eloa glanced back, her face flushed as she spoke.

How could every single one of her actions be so infuriating? This audacity and slyness were a great sin, deserving of a night of non-stop cumshots inside her.

“Just grant me one favor.”

There’s a play I can’t help but do in this outfit.

Siwoo immediately asked Eloa for one favor.

Elroa, her clothes in disarray from Siwoo’s hands, was nearly half-naked.

싱그러운 가슴을 감싸던 옷감을 아래로 말려 내려가고, 완전히 옆으로 젖혀진 아래쪽은 엘로아의 봉긋한 클리토리스를 고스란히 노출하고 있다.
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 despair.

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 the future.

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

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 them.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of it.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of all.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of none.

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 God.

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of life.

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 love.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of hate.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of joy.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of sorrow.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of peace.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of war.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of light.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of darkness.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of good.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of evil.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of truth.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of lies.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of reality.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of illusion.

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

The wind was blowing.

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

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.

-Squish squish squish
“Ugh…! Hah…! Hmph…! Ugh…!”

Eloa, straddling Siwoo who was lying on the bed, moved her hips in a way that resembled a rabbit hopping.
A bunny girl outfit and this position were a must, weren’t they?

With her hand placed on Siwoo’s pubic bone for balance, she squats, legs spread wide, and moves her hips up and down.

“Haa…! Haa…!”

The act of riding a penis like riding a horse on top of a man.

쪼옥쪼옥 자지를 빨아들이는 야들야들한 보짓살이 귀두를 머금을 때까지 빼낸다.
끈적하고 투명한 애액으로 코팅된 자지가 거의 빠질 때쯤 다시 자궁구 근처에 귀두가 닿을 때까지 허리를 내린다.
Having received Siwoo’s request, Elroa had been performing a series of repetitive motions for 30 minutes straight without rest.

It would be one thing if she were sitting on the edge, but performing the same actions while squatting like that requires tremendous stamina and core muscle strength.

“Like this…! If I do…! Do you… like it…? Haa… Hnnng…! Hng…!”

But Eloa, beads of pleasure sweat glistening on her skin, showed no sign of fatigue.
Even though she was now in the position of a wanton harlot, performing her tricks atop the man, even that was merely transformed into another facet of her pleasure.

Eloa entrusted all rights over her body to Siwoo, becoming his servant rather than his master, and was guiding Siwoo’s circumstances.

“You’re the best? You’re really the best.”

“Hnnngh…! If Siwoo… is happy…! I can do it as much as you want, haaang…!”

With empty hands, I fondle Eloa’s swaying breasts, admiring her dance as she easily performs a position that is almost like training.

It’s truly a luxurious act, being able to enjoy it without lifting a finger.

—Sluuurp!

“Hnnng…! Hnghk…! Haaang…!”

Eloa’s thighs trembled, and her inner flesh tightened again.

Elroa, who had been climaxing intermittently with twitches of her pussy lips, reached another light climax.

The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she had lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She sat on the porch, a worn shawl draped over her shoulders, watching the world go by. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, and the air was filled with the chirping of crickets.

“Another day gone,” she muttered to herself, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. She reached for the wooden pipe resting beside her, her gnarled fingers fumbling slightly. She filled it with tobacco, the scent of which was as familiar to her as her own heartbeat. She lit it with a match, the flame briefly illuminating her face before fading away.

She took a long, slow drag, the smoke curling around her head like a halo. She closed her eyes, letting the nicotine soothe her weary bones. She thought of her youth, of the days when her skin was smooth and her hair was black as night. She remembered the laughter, the love, and the pain. All of it was a part of her, woven into the fabric of her being.

A young boy, no older than seven, came running up to the porch, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide with excitement. “Grandma!” he cried, his voice full of youthful energy. “Can you tell me a story?”

The old woman opened her eyes, a smile gracing her lips. “Of course, my little one,” she said, her voice softening. “Come, sit beside me.”

The boy scrambled onto the porch, settling down next to her. He looked up at her expectantly, his eyes shining with anticipation.

The old woman took another drag from her pipe, the smoke swirling around them like a protective veil. She began to speak, her voice low and melodic, weaving a tale of magic and wonder. The boy listened intently, his imagination taking flight, carried away by her words.

As the night deepened, the stars began to appear in the sky, twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet cloth. The old woman continued her story, her voice a comforting presence in the darkness. The boy, his eyes heavy with sleep, leaned against her, his small body seeking warmth and solace.

Finally, the old woman finished her tale, her voice fading into a gentle whisper. The boy was fast asleep, his breathing soft and even. She smiled, her heart filled with love. She carefully laid him down on the porch, covering him with her shawl.

She sat there for a while longer, watching the stars, her mind at peace. She knew that her time was drawing near, but she was not afraid. She had lived a full life, filled with joy and sorrow, and she was ready to embrace whatever came next.

She took one last drag from her pipe, the smoke disappearing into the night. She closed her eyes, a serene smile on her face, and drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with the memories of her long and eventful life.

The sweat-soaked garter belt straps dug deeper into Eloa’s thighs, as her soaking wet pussy clenched even tighter around his cock.

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 world.

The wind was blowing.

It was a wind that carried the scent of me.

I was standing on the edge of a cliff.

The wind was blowing.

The sea was roaring.

The sky was dark.

I was alone.

I was always alone.

I was born alone.

I will die alone.

That was my destiny.

I had no name.

I had no family.

I had no friends.

I had nothing.

Except for this sword.

This sword was my only companion.

This sword was my only friend.

This sword was my only family.

This sword was my everything.

I held the sword tightly.

The cold metal felt good against my skin.

I closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath.

The wind was blowing.

The sea was roaring.

The sky was dark.

I was alone.

I opened my eyes.

I looked at the sea.

The sea was vast.

The sea was endless.

The sea was beautiful.

I smiled.

I raised my sword.

The sword gleamed in the darkness.

I swung the sword.

The sword cut through the air.

The sword cut through the wind.

The sword cut through the sea.

The sword cut through the sky.

The sword cut through the world.

The sword cut through me.

I fell.

I fell into the sea.

The sea was cold.

The sea was dark.

The sea was deep.

I sank.

I sank deeper and deeper.

I closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath.

The sea was cold.

The sea was dark.

The sea was deep.

I was alone.

I was always alone.

I was born alone.

I will die alone.

That was my destiny.

I smiled.

I was finally free.

The wind was blowing.

The sea was roaring.

The sky was dark.

I was gone.

If until now it felt like a smooth back-and-forth, like *shuck-shuck*, at this point, the resistance feels more like *grind-grind*, bringing a hard stimulation.

워낙에 협소해지는 공간과 오돌토돌한 질내 점막의 저항이 융합되며 마치 손으로 쥐어짜는 듯한 거친 마찰감을 선사하는 것이다.
The wind was blowing.

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

The waves crashed against the shore, and the sound of the seagulls echoed in the distance.

I was sitting on the beach, watching the sunset.

The sky was a canvas of orange, pink, and purple.

It was a beautiful sight.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

The salty air filled my lungs.

I felt at peace.

I opened my eyes and looked at the sea again.

The sun was now below the horizon.

The sky was dark blue.

The stars were starting to appear.

I stood up and brushed the sand off my clothes.

I started to walk home.

The night was quiet.

The only sound was the sound of my footsteps on the sand.

I reached my house and opened the door.

I went inside and turned on the light.

I took off my shoes and went to the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water.

I drank the water and put the bottle back in the refrigerator.

I went to the living room and sat on the couch.

I turned on the television.

There was nothing interesting on.

I turned off the television and picked up a book.

I started to read.

I read for a while, and then I got tired.

I put the book down and went to bed.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

-Chuk! Chuk! Chuk!
“Haa…! Hng…! Huk…!”

There, Siwoo could once again confirm just how skilled Elroa was at handling her body.
Even in the throes of climax, even as her body weakened, Elroa didn’t stop her hips.
Moreover, there was almost no change in the rhythm.

Even if a professional bodybuilder lacks strength, their routine movements remain flawless. Similarly, Eloa, having somewhat adapted to the peak, was perfectly controlling her body to please Siwoo, even amidst the tingling pleasure.

-Squelch!

“S-Siwoo… Like… this…! Feels, feels good…?”
“Hah!”

There, even as her tongue lost strength, she grasped the timing of his throbbing and found the rhythm and movements he would like. The fact that Eloa’s hips, which initially only moved vertically, were now incorporating rotation into their vertical and rotational movements was proof of this.

That’s right.
She had momentarily forgotten on the bed, but Eloa was a specialist in martial arts. Just as a master who has reached the peak shows their mastery even in everyday movements, Eloa’s riding position contained the mysteries of martial arts.

-Slap! Slap! Slap!

“I… I… Siwoo… your thing keeps! Ahh! Kissing my… cervix…! It’s so… hnnng…! Good…!”

If one were to be dominated and milked by a succubus, it would probably feel like this.
It felt like he was about to cum.
Eloa seemed to have felt his hard, swollen cock due to the sensation of ejaculation.

“Siwoo… are you going to have your baby juice?”

Eloa looked at Siwoo with lustful eyes.
Her gaze was full of love.

Her upper body leaned forward slightly, and she began to pick up the pace.

-Thwack thwack thwack thwack

“Like this, with me moving…! I’ll make it cheap…! Inside… please cum inside…!”

The reciprocating speed nearly doubled.

거기에 시도 때도 없이 움찔거리며 자지를 빨아들이는 속살의 조화는 더 이상의 사정을 참기 힘들 게 만든다.
The sound of the rain was deafening. It was a downpour that seemed to want to swallow the entire world. I stared blankly out the window, watching the rain lash against the glass. The world outside was a blurry mess of gray, and the only sound was the relentless drumming of the rain.

I was alone in the small room. The only light came from the dim lamp on my desk, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. The room was filled with the scent of old books and the faint aroma of the coffee I had brewed earlier. I had been sitting here for hours, staring at the same page, but the words seemed to swim before my eyes.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my tired eyes. The rain continued to fall, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the windowpane. It was a day that seemed to have been designed for melancholy. I closed my eyes, trying to escape the oppressive silence of the room, but the sound of the rain followed me into my thoughts.

I thought about her. Her face, her voice, her laughter. It had been a long time since I had seen her, but the memories were still vivid, like a photograph that had been taken just yesterday. I wondered where she was, what she was doing. Was she thinking of me too?

I opened my eyes and looked at the page again. The words were still there, but they seemed to have lost their meaning. I picked up my pen and began to write, but the words that came out were not the ones I had intended. They were words of longing, of regret, of a love that had been lost.

I wrote until my hand ached, until the ink in my pen ran dry. When I was finished, I looked at the page, and I saw not a story, but a reflection of my own heart. The rain was still falling, but now it seemed to be a part of me, a silent companion in my solitude.

“I, I think I’m going too…! I’m going… I’m going…! I’m going, going, going…! Hiiiieeeuuuuh…!”

The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a roadmap of her life. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She sat on the porch, her back slightly hunched, a worn shawl draped over her shoulders. The setting sun cast long shadows, painting the scene in hues of orange and purple.

“Aigoo, this old body,” she muttered, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “It’s not what it used to be.”

A young girl, no older than seven, with pigtails bouncing, skipped towards her. “Grandma, Grandma! Look what I found!” she exclaimed, holding up a smooth, grey stone.

The old woman’s lips curved into a smile, revealing a few missing teeth. “Well, isn’t that a pretty stone?” she said, her voice softening. “Where did you find it?”

“By the stream!” the girl replied, her eyes shining with excitement. “Can I keep it?”

“Of course, you can,” the old woman chuckled. “It’s a treasure now.”

The girl beamed, clutching the stone tightly. She sat down next to her grandmother, her small body pressed against the old woman’s side. The two sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the mountains. The air grew cooler, and the first stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky.

“Grandma,” the girl said, her voice barely a whisper. “Tell me a story.”

The old woman sighed, a soft, contented sound. “Alright, my little star,” she said. “Let me tell you a story about a fox…”

위로는 엘로아의 육감적인 가슴이 위아래로 들썩이고, 아래로는 흡사 진공상태에 버금가는 조임이 자지를 조여왔다.
With a breathtaking rush of pleasure, I scattered my semen inside Eloa.

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. She chuckled, a dry, rustling sound like leaves skittering across pavement. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she rasped, her voice a low rumble. “But the world has a way of humbling even the smartest of us.”

I crossed my arms, trying to look unfazed, but her words had struck a nerve. “I’m not trying to be clever,” I retorted, my voice a little sharper than I intended. “I just want to understand.”

“Understand?” she echoed, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “Understanding is a dangerous thing, child. Once you start looking too closely, you might not like what you find.”

I shifted my weight, feeling a prickle of unease. “Maybe,” I conceded, “but I still want to know.”

She studied me for a long moment, her gaze piercing. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of centuries, she said, “Very well. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She reached out a gnarled hand, her fingers brushing against mine. A jolt, like static electricity, ran through me, and the world around me seemed to shimmer.

-Throb! Throb! Throb!

“Haaang! Haaang! I love it…! Siwoo…! Siwoooooot…!”

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

The first thing I saw was a ceiling. A very old, wooden ceiling.

‘Where am I?’

I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t move as I wanted it to. It felt like I was wearing a heavy suit of armor.

‘What’s going on?’

I looked down at my body.

My hands were small and chubby.

‘What the…?’

I wiggled my fingers. They were definitely my hands, but they were the hands of a child.

‘Am I dreaming?’

I pinched my cheek.

“Ouch!”

It hurt. This wasn’t a dream.

‘Then what is this?’

I looked around.

The room was small and old. The walls were made of mud, and there was a small window with a wooden frame. The floor was covered with straw mats.

‘This is definitely not my room.’

I tried to remember what had happened before I fell asleep.

I had been working late at the office. I was so tired that I had fallen asleep at my desk.

‘Did someone bring me here?’

I tried to get up again, but my body still wouldn’t move.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

I looked down at my body again.

I was wearing a white hanbok. It was a traditional Korean dress.

‘What the heck is going on?’

I was starting to get scared.

Just then, the door opened.

A woman with a kind face came in. She was wearing a simple hanbok.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

The woman smiled at me.

“Are you feeling okay?”

She came closer and touched my forehead.

“You still have a bit of a fever.”

She looked worried.

“I’ll go get some medicine.”

The woman left the room.

I was left alone again.

‘What is this situation?’

I was completely confused.

I was in a strange place, in a strange body, wearing strange clothes.

‘Is this some kind of prank?’

But it felt too real to be a prank.

‘Then what is it?’

I had no idea.

I was just sitting there, completely lost, when the woman came back with a bowl.

“Here, drink this.”

She held out the bowl to me.

The bowl contained a dark, bitter-smelling liquid.

‘What is this?’

I hesitated.

“It’s medicine. It’ll make you feel better.”

The woman smiled kindly.

I decided to trust her.

I took the bowl and drank the liquid.

It was bitter and tasted awful.

I made a face.

The woman chuckled.

“It’s not tasty, but it’s good for you.”

She took the empty bowl from me.

“You should rest now.”

She tucked me back into bed.

“I’ll be back later.”

She left the room.

I was left alone again.

I closed my eyes.

‘What is going on?’

I had no idea.

But one thing was certain.

I was in a very strange situation.

사정하는 와중에 민감해진 자지에 사정없는 보짓살의 씰룩임이 더해지고.
With a sensation that truly emptied his soul, hot semen spilled into Eloa.

“Haa…! Haaaah…!”

Elroa straightened her body, which had been bent forward, and savored the last drop seeping into her vagina.
Elroa’s legs, which had been holding up well until now, gave way, and her body collapsed onto Siwoo.

City Of Witches

City Of Witches

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Score 9
Status: Completed Type: Author: , Released: 2021 Native Language: Korean
Five years after being kidnapped and ens*aved in a city full of Witches, I became the only male Witch in the world!

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