## Chapter 468 – #99_Holding Hands(4)
#467
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“Uh….”
My thoughts are spinning.
This expression perfectly fit the situation.
Even if I had tried to predict Amelia’s intentions with a bit of anticipation, a bit of worry, and a considerable amount of confusion, it wouldn’t have made the scene before me any clearer.
On the bed was Amelia, dressed in a negligee that was practically nothing.
It looked like a camisole dress that covered her ample chest, but its actual purpose was more about showing off than concealing.
With just a light tug on the ribbons at the ends, it would easily come off like unwrapping a gift.
Even before unwrapping the package, Amelia’s fair skin, shimmering white behind the black silk, proved that the contents were of the highest quality.
Then, her slender waist, like celadon, and her smooth, unblemished belly with a deep, long navel caught the eye, followed by her fair, flawless thighs.
Her delicate neckline, more slender than a doe’s, and her radiant blonde hair, reflecting light seductively.
Her two knees were pressed together, and her hands were placed demurely, giving off an air of submission, like a captured fairy.
Even when Amelia was at her most prickly, her appearance was always flawless.
No man could help but feel a surge of lust.
It was the first time Siwoo realized that Amelia, who had seemed like a saint, could look so sensual.
Siwoo, momentarily speechless, finally started to process things.
He had closed the door as Amelia had initially requested, but he didn’t know what to do next.
“Could you come closer?”
He swallowed hard and approached her.
Amelia, still maintaining her posture, straightened her shoulders, which wanted to shrink, and showed off her attire as Sophia had advised.
At that moment, Amelia’s sky-blue eyes glanced at Siwoo, and her lips, which had fallen heavily, played a delicate, trembling voice.
This, too, was Sophia’s instruction.
“How is it?”
“You’re so… beautiful.”
It was an embarrassing thing to say to her face.
But this cliché expression was almost inadequate to express his current feelings.
Fortunately, Amelia, who had been tense, seemed a little relieved.
Soon, as if she had made up her mind, Amelia continued.
“I want to… attend to Siwoo’s night service….”
Night service.
This was what Amelia, having been tricked by Sophia, had asked of Siwoo during their first meeting, and it was the beginning of their tangled relationship.
Hearing those words, reality finally began to make sense.
That’s right.
Surprisingly, Amelia was now putting on makeup, changing into a suggestive outfit, and waiting on the bed to have a relationship with Siwoo.
No one could interrupt her by saying, ‘But it’s 5 a.m. right now.’
However, there was something that couldn’t be overlooked.
“Amelia, I… have many lovers.”
Amelia, who already had poor interpersonal skills, was especially awkward when it came to relationships.
And yet, she had made up her mind.
Now that there was not a shred of resentment left towards Amelia, just seeing her efforts and feeling her heart was enough to make him grateful.
That’s why he felt he had to make it clear once again.
That Siwoo already had many lovers by his side.
It was also the reason why Siwoo had been unable to easily express his feelings to Amelia.
“They are precious people who love me, and I can’t only look at you, Amelia.”
“I know, it’s okay.”
But Amelia didn’t show any signs of being flustered.
She simply nodded and continued.
“Sophia advised me to refuse if Siwoo asked me to do something I didn’t like.”
When she heard Sophia’s friendly advice.
Amelia didn’t easily understand what she meant.
However, when she heard the words ‘if he asks you to do something that makes you feel uncomfortable or excessively ashamed.’
She only felt regret once again.
Amelia had made Siwoo stand in front of the podium and ordered him to masturbate in front of the twins.
She had even forced him to ejaculate with his hand, knowing he couldn’t refuse.
It was something that couldn’t be justified by saying she was clumsy or that it was because she loved him.
It was a childish and base act of revenge, a manifestation of her wicked desire to see him in trouble.
Siwoo might not even hold it against her anymore, he might have forgiven her.
But Amelia didn’t want to gloss over her mistakes.
And the fact that Siwoo had other lovers was irrelevant.
“But….”
Amelia looked straight into Siwoo’s eyes, which were clearly flustered.
“Please order me to do anything… Ask me to do anything shameful. I won’t refuse.”
If she wanted to love Siwoo with all her might, she shouldn’t run away just because she felt ashamed or embarrassed.
That was the minimum atonement Amelia had set for herself to love Siwoo with dignity.
Even if Siwoo had lovers.
Even if there was no chance of being reciprocated, she would dedicate her purity and heart to him.
It wasn’t just self-satisfaction for atonement, but something that stemmed from her love for him.
That was Amelia’s resolution and wish.
“I’ll give everything… to Siwoo.”
That statement was enough to rob Siwoo of his self-control.
As he always did, Siwoo cupped Amelia’s slender chin and pressed his lips to hers.
Soft, thin lips.
Unlike usual, Amelia’s lips, glistening with lip gloss, were hot and unbelievably soft.
Until now, Siwoo had intentionally held his breath during kisses.
He knew all too well what kind of trouble would ensue if he inhaled Amelia’s scent.
But now, there was no need to do that.
The air he inhaled through his nose was filled with the sweet scent of fruit, a faint fleshy aroma, and all sorts of fragrances that naturally clung to her during the extraction process.
“Chwup… hmm…. Chwulup….”
With her head tilted back like a baby bird begging for food, Siwoo’s saliva naturally flowed into her mouth.
But as she had said, Amelia showed no sign of rejection, swallowing it all and gently tickling Siwoo’s tongue.
Amelia was not skilled at kissing.
Nevertheless, he could feel her doing her best because, unlike before when their tongues merely intertwined, she was now devotedly sucking his tongue into her mouth.
Siwoo’s breath naturally grew rough as an uncontrollable excitement surged through him from just a kiss.
“Puhah… haa… haa….”
Her lips parted for a moment.
Amelia, who seemed to have been holding her breath throughout the kiss, looked up with a face flushed red.
Her eyes were hazy, as if she were waking from a dreamy trance.
Amelia was kneeling on the bed, and Siwoo was standing beside it, their positions at just the right height, so a certain scene naturally came to mind.
“Siwoo, I’ll be…excusing myself…”
Of course, Amelia doesn’t know how to please a man.
But now, having decided to set aside her pride and dignity to attend to him at night, Amelia was mobilizing all her knowledge.
언젠가 마차를 엿봤을 때 쌍둥이에게 구강성교를 받던 시우의 모습.
Amelia is trying to do that for Siwoo, recalling that image.
After that, as if she had become Siwoo’s slave, she knelt on the rug.
Amelia swallowed nervously, her mouth dry, and unbuckled her belt.
Her pants and panties slid down naturally.
At the same time, Siwoo’s furious member, standing up with terrifying force, cast a shadow over Amelia’s face.
It’s huge.
Amelia also knows what his thing looks like, and how big it is.
심지어 문지르며 사정을 유도한 적도 있다.
The first day of school.
I was so nervous that I couldn’t even swallow my saliva. I had been looking forward to this day for so long, but now that it was actually here, my heart was pounding like crazy. I had been practicing my self-introduction countless times in front of the mirror, but I was still worried that I would mess it up.
“Haa…”
I took a deep breath and opened the classroom door.
“Oh my god.”
The classroom was already filled with students. I was so surprised that I froze on the spot. Everyone was chatting and laughing, and it felt like I was the only one who was nervous.
“Um… excuse me…”
I barely managed to squeeze out a few words and looked around. Then, a girl with short hair and big eyes approached me.
“Are you a new student?”
“Yes…”
“I’m Yuna. Nice to meet you!”
Yuna smiled brightly and extended her hand. I was so grateful that someone had spoken to me first that I quickly grabbed her hand.
“I’m… I’m Hana.”
“Hana, nice to meet you! Come on, let’s go sit down.”
Yuna led me to an empty seat next to the window. I was so relieved that I could finally sit down.
“You were really nervous, weren’t you?”
Yuna giggled. I blushed and nodded.
“It’s my first time at a new school, so I was really nervous.”
“It’s okay, everyone is nervous on the first day. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon.”
Yuna’s words were so comforting. I felt like I could finally relax a little.
“Thank you, Yuna.”
“No problem! We’re going to be friends now, right?”
“Yes!”
I smiled brightly at Yuna. I was so happy that I had made a friend on the first day of school.
“Okay, everyone, please settle down!”
A teacher walked into the classroom. Everyone quickly went back to their seats and the classroom became quiet.
“Good morning, everyone. I’m your homeroom teacher, Ms. Kim.”
Ms. Kim smiled kindly at us. I felt like I could have a good year with her.
“Today is the first day of school, so we’ll just be doing introductions. First, let’s start with the new student.”
Ms. Kim looked at me. My heart started pounding again.
“Um… I’m Hana. It’s nice to meet you all.”
I bowed my head and quickly sat back down. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at anyone.
“Okay, next, let’s go around the room and introduce ourselves.”
The introductions started. I listened to everyone’s introductions and tried to memorize their names.
“Okay, that’s everyone. Now, let’s get to know each other better.”
Ms. Kim started a game. We had to write down our favorite things on a piece of paper and then share them with the class.
I wrote down my favorite things: reading, drawing, and listening to music. I was a little embarrassed to share them with everyone, but I did it anyway.
“Wow, Hana likes to read and draw? Me too!”
Yuna was so excited. I smiled at her.
“Really? That’s great!”
We spent the rest of the day playing games and getting to know each other. I was so happy that I had made a friend and that the first day of school had gone so well.
When the school day was over, Yuna and I walked home together.
“Hana, let’s go to the library together tomorrow!”
“Okay! I’d love to!”
I was so excited for tomorrow. I felt like I was finally starting a new chapter in my life.
I knew it, but there’s a difference between looking at it from an academic perspective, without any ulterior motives regarding sex, and seeing it right before making love.
“It’s so… big…”
Amelia’s hot breath landed, making his cock bob up and down.
As if having made up her mind, Amelia bit her lip slightly and stood up.
Siwoo was flustered.
My biggest bewilderment stemmed from the fact that I never imagined Amelia would be this proactive.
Kneeling before a man, or pleasuring his manhood with my mouth.
It would be an act that the rigid Amelia would find repulsive. Especially if this was her first experience.
“Amelia, you really don’t have to go this far.”
Amelia shook her head vigorously at Siwoo’s attempt to dissuade her.
“I really want to do it….”
“But….”
“I really do.”
It was Siwoo who gave in to Amelia’s gaze, which even felt stubborn.
Actually, it wasn’t so much giving in as it was being overcome by anticipation and excitement.
Could I have ever imagined this situation before?
That Associate Professor Amelia kneeling before Siwoo, giving him fellatio.
Even if I went back to the past and told myself, it would have been dismissed as absurd nonsense.
“…I’ll do it.”
Amelia, having obtained the bare minimum of permission, spoke with a resolute tone, as if having made her final resolve.
She placed her hands neatly on her knees and extended her tongue toward Siwoo’s heavy, drooping cock.
The sound of the rain was deafening.
It was a sound that made me want to curl up and hide, a sound that seemed to amplify the loneliness that had been gnawing at me for days. I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, trying to block out the relentless drumming on the roof.
I’d been holed up in this small, damp room for what felt like an eternity. The walls were bare, the only furniture a rickety bed and a small wooden table. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and despair.
I didn’t know how long I could keep this up. The isolation was starting to get to me, the silence broken only by the incessant rain. I missed the sounds of the city, the hustle and bustle of people going about their lives. I missed the warmth of human connection, the simple act of sharing a meal with someone.
But those days were gone now. I was alone, adrift in a sea of uncertainty. I had no idea what the future held, or if I even had a future at all.
I closed my eyes, trying to find some solace in the darkness. But even there, the rain followed me, a constant reminder of my solitude. I wished I could just disappear, vanish into the storm and be carried away to some place where I could finally find peace.
But I knew that wasn’t an option. I had to keep going, even if I didn’t know where I was going. I had to find a way to survive, to make it through this storm.
I opened my eyes again, the room still dark and damp. The rain continued to fall, but now, it didn’t seem quite so deafening. It was still there, a constant presence, but it was no longer the only thing I could hear.
I could hear the sound of my own breathing, the beating of my own heart. And in those sounds, I found a small spark of hope. I was still alive, and that was something.
I sat up in bed, the blanket falling to my lap. I looked around the room, taking in the bare walls and the rickety furniture. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. And for now, that was enough.
I stood up and walked to the small wooden table. I picked up a piece of paper and a pen, and began to write. I didn’t know what I was writing, but it didn’t matter. The act of writing was enough to keep me going, to keep me from falling into the abyss.
The rain continued to fall, but now, it was just a background noise. I was no longer alone. I had myself, and that was all I needed.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of her life. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “You think you’re so smart, huh? Always with your nose in those books.”
I grinned, closing the worn pages of my novel. “Just trying to keep up with you, Grandma.”
She snorted, a sound that could rival a grumpy badger. “Keep up with me? Ha! You’d need a rocket ship for that.” She reached out a gnarled hand and ruffled my hair. “But you’re a good kid, even if you are a bit of a bookworm.”
I leaned into her touch, the familiar scent of herbs and old wood comforting. “Thanks, Grandma.”
“Now, enough with the reading. Come help me with the kimchi.” She pushed herself up from her chair, her joints creaking like an old gate. “And don’t you dare sneak any of the gochugaru this time.”
I laughed, following her into the kitchen. The familiar scent of garlic and chili filled the air, a comforting aroma that always felt like home.
길게 뻗어진 그녀의 혀가 갈라진 귀두의 첨단에 송골송골 맺혀있는 물방울을 혀끝으로 핥는 모습은 관능 그 자체.
Amelia’s tongue, stiff as she furrowed her brow, licking at my glans as if it were a strange candy.
The moist, soft warmth and the occasional puffs of breath send a jolt of pleasure down my legs every time they touch.
손도 쓰지 않은 채 귀두를 조심스레 핥아가는 아멜리아의 모습은 묘한 정복감을 추가로 충족시켜주었다.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
The wind was blowing, and the waves were crashing.
The waves were crashing, and the seagulls were crying.
The seagulls were crying, and I was walking.
I was walking, and the sand was soft.
The sand was soft, and the sun was warm.
The sun was warm, and I was alone.
I was alone, and I was thinking.
I was thinking, and I was remembering.
I was remembering, and I was smiling.
I was smiling, and I was crying.
I was crying, and I was laughing.
I was laughing, and I was breathing.
I was breathing, and I was living.
I was living, and I was here.
I was here, and the wind was blowing.
It seemed like a declaration that she would completely abandon her own convenience and only care about Siwoo’s enjoyment.
“Haa…”
The world was a stage, and I was the main character.
That was the kind of thought that often filled my head.
Of course, I wasn’t some kind of narcissistic maniac. I just had a bit of a habit of thinking dramatically.
“Ugh, it’s so hot.”
I muttered, fanning myself with my hand. It was the middle of summer, and the heat was relentless. I was sitting on a bench in the park, trying to cool down, but it was no use. The air was thick and heavy, and the sun was beating down mercilessly.
“Why is it so hot?”
I complained again, but no one answered. The park was mostly empty, except for a few old people playing chess and a couple of kids chasing pigeons.
I sighed and leaned back against the bench. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself somewhere cooler, like a snowy mountain or a breezy beach. But even in my imagination, the heat seemed to follow me.
“This is torture,” I muttered.
I opened my eyes and looked around. I was bored, hot, and generally miserable. I needed something to do, something to distract me from the heat.
That’s when I saw it.
A small, black notebook lying on the ground, right next to the bench.
I frowned. I hadn’t seen it there before. I picked it up and examined it. It was plain and unremarkable, with no markings or labels. It looked like something someone might have dropped by accident.
I opened it up. The first page was blank. The second page had a single word written in neat, elegant handwriting:
“Begin.”
I stared at the word for a moment, a strange feeling creeping over me. It was like the notebook was calling out to me, inviting me to start something.
I flipped through the rest of the pages. They were all blank. It was just an ordinary notebook.
But that one word, “Begin,” kept echoing in my mind.
I didn’t know why, but I felt compelled to write something. I pulled out a pen from my bag and hesitated for a moment. What should I write?
I thought about my day, about the heat, about my boredom. I thought about my life, about my dreams, about my fears.
And then, I started to write.
I wrote about the heat, about the park, about the notebook. I wrote about my thoughts, my feelings, my hopes. I wrote about everything that came to mind.
I wrote and wrote, lost in the flow of words. I didn’t notice the time passing, or the heat, or anything else. I was just writing, and it felt good.
When I finally stopped, the sun was starting to set. The park was bathed in a warm, golden light. I looked down at the notebook. I had filled several pages with my messy handwriting.
I read through what I had written. It was a jumble of thoughts and feelings, but it was also something more. It was a record of my day, a glimpse into my mind.
I closed the notebook and held it in my hands. I didn’t know what it was, or why I had found it, but I had a feeling that it was important.
I stood up and stretched. The heat was still there, but it didn’t seem so bad anymore. I had something to do, something to think about.
I smiled. The world was still a stage, and I was still the main character. But now, I had a notebook, and a story to tell.
And it all began with that one word: “Begin.”
한동안 시우의 귀두를 반질반질한 침으로 장식하던 아멜리아의 입이 벌어지더니 귀두를 한껏 물었다.
동시에 느껴지는 끈적한 입과 말캉한 혀, 그리고 귀두의 테두리를 섬세하게 감싸주는 입술.
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 life.
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 that.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of this.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of here.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of there.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of everywhere.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of nowhere.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of time.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of space.
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 just the wind.
안을 가득 채우는 들어온 자지에 어찌할 줄 몰라하는 혀가 좌우로 움직일 때마다 울컥울컥 쿠퍼액이 그녀의 입안으로 흘러들어 갔다.
The sky was clear.
The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing. It was a perfect day for a picnic.
I packed a lunchbox with my favorite foods: kimbap, fried chicken, and some fruit. I also brought a blanket to sit on and a book to read.
I walked to the park, which was just a few blocks from my house. There were already a few people there, enjoying the beautiful weather. I found a nice spot under a big tree and spread out my blanket.
I ate my lunch, enjoying the peace and quiet. Then, I opened my book and started to read. The story was so captivating that I lost track of time.
Suddenly, I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was crying. I looked around and saw a little girl sitting on a bench, sobbing.
I walked over to her and asked what was wrong. She told me that she had lost her balloon. It was her favorite balloon, and she was very sad.
I felt sorry for her, so I offered to help her find it. We searched all over the park, but we couldn’t find it. The little girl started to cry again.
I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to buy her a new balloon. I went to the nearby store and bought her a bright red balloon. When I gave it to her, she stopped crying and smiled.
She thanked me and gave me a big hug. I felt happy that I was able to help her. We played together for a while, and then her mother came to pick her up.
I went back to my spot under the tree and continued reading my book. The rest of the day was peaceful and relaxing. I was glad that I had decided to go to the park. It was a perfect day.
But Amelia takes it all in without even a frown.
-Mwah… Mwaah… Mwah….
The sound of the rain was deafening. It was as if the sky itself was weeping, pouring down its sorrow onto the world. I stared out the window, watching the raindrops race each other down the glass, each one a tiny, fleeting life.
I was alone in the world.
It wasn’t a dramatic, woe-is-me kind of alone. It was the quiet, suffocating kind, the kind that settled deep in your bones and made you forget what it felt like to be anything else.
My parents were gone. Not in a dramatic, tragic way either. They just… weren’t here anymore. They’d moved to the countryside, seeking a quieter life, and I’d stayed behind, clinging to the remnants of my old one.
The apartment was small, cramped, and filled with the ghosts of memories. I could still see my mother’s smile in the way the sunlight hit the kitchen counter, and hear my father’s booming laughter echoing in the hallway. But they were just that – ghosts.
I sighed, the sound lost in the drumming of the rain. I should probably do something productive. Maybe clean the dishes, or start on that pile of laundry that had been growing steadily for the past week. But the thought of moving, of expending any energy at all, felt like climbing a mountain.
I was a failure. That was the truth of it. I’d always been a bit of a disappointment, a quiet, unassuming presence in a world that demanded attention. I’d never excelled at anything, never had any grand ambitions. I just… existed.
The rain seemed to mock me, each drop a tiny reminder of my own insignificance. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound, the sight, the feeling of being utterly, hopelessly alone.
I wished I could disappear. Just fade away into the background, become another ghost in this empty apartment. But even that felt like too much effort.
I opened my eyes again, and the rain was still falling, the world still spinning, and I was still here, stuck in this endless cycle of quiet despair.
I was alone, and I didn’t know how to be anything else.
Amelia, with her soft lips, enveloped the glans and began to move her head slowly back and forth, serving for pleasure.
The wind was blowing.
The wind was blowing hard.
It was a wind that made you want to curl up in a ball, a wind that made you want to hide under the covers.
I was walking down the street, my head down, trying to avoid the wind.
I was wearing a thick coat, a scarf, and gloves, but the wind still managed to find its way through.
I was cold.
I was tired.
I was hungry.
I wanted to go home.
But I couldn’t.
I had to go to the library.
I had a test tomorrow, and I hadn’t studied yet.
I sighed and kept walking.
The library was just a few blocks away.
I could make it.
I had to make it.
I finally reached the library and pushed open the heavy door.
The warm air inside was a welcome relief.
I took off my coat, scarf, and gloves and found a table in a quiet corner.
I opened my textbook and started to study.
But it was hard to concentrate.
My mind kept wandering.
I kept thinking about how cold I was, how tired I was, how hungry I was.
I kept thinking about how much I wanted to go home.
I sighed again and tried to focus.
I had to pass this test.
I had to.
I studied for a few hours, and then I finally decided to go home.
I packed up my things and put on my coat, scarf, and gloves.
I walked out of the library and into the cold wind.
It was even colder than before.
I shivered and started to walk home.
I walked as fast as I could, but it felt like it was taking forever.
I was so cold, so tired, so hungry.
I just wanted to be home.
I finally reached my apartment building and went inside.
I took off my coat, scarf, and gloves and went to my room.
I collapsed on my bed and closed my eyes.
I was so tired.
I fell asleep almost immediately.
I slept for a long time.
When I woke up, it was dark outside.
I was still tired, but I was also hungry.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen.
I opened the refrigerator and looked inside.
There wasn’t much food.
I sighed and grabbed a piece of bread.
I ate the bread and then went back to my room.
I sat down at my desk and opened my textbook.
I had to study some more.
I had a test tomorrow.
I sighed again and started to study.
It was going to be a long night.
