## Chapter 472 – #100_Subjugation
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1.
– Creak, creak, creak, creak.
Unfortunately, the wooden bed provided in the shop that Sophia had arranged wasn’t of great quality.
Even though Siwoo was moving his hips very slowly, waiting for Amelia to adjust, the bed was creaking loudly.
“Haa… haa…”
Their hands were clasped tightly, as if they would never let go.
Contrary to her cold appearance, Amelia’s body was quite hot.
Especially her inner flesh, which was so hot it could be described as a furnace, writhing intensely.
“Siwoo…”
At first, Amelia had only been in pain.
However, it wasn’t just her physical condition; the tension and fear of her first experience were also significant factors.
Now that those feelings had completely melted away, Amelia was fully aware of the movements of Siwoo’s member, which was moving in a teasing manner.
This was because his manhood was so large that it could be compared to that of an animal rather than a human, filling Amelia’s narrow depths to the brim.
And so, a moan-filled grumble escaped her lips without her realizing it.
“Ugh… it’s too… big…”
“Are you in pain?”
At those words, Siwoo immediately stopped moving, his expression filled with concern.
His gaze was intently focused on Amelia, watching her closely to stop immediately if she felt any pain.
Amelia was overjoyed by this fact.
Her heart was so full that she felt an overwhelming happiness, to the point where she thought she could die right now without any regrets.
Amelia shook her head, wiping away the tears that had been flowing since earlier.
“It feels… good…”
The pain of the initial penetration subsided, and the female body slowly began to regain its sensitivity.
– Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The sound of the fluids, which had been increasing in viscosity with the movement of his hips, now sounded almost like water, and a heavy sigh endlessly escaped from her half-open mouth, which seemed unable to close.
The pleasure felt inside the vagina and the pleasure of the clitoris were distinctly different.
Amelia was panting, overwhelmed by the pleasure of penetration she was experiencing for the first time, her elegant eyelashes fluttering.
Along with a drug-like euphoria, a subtle pleasure gradually began to fill Amelia’s lower abdomen.
“Hoo…”
Siwoo also roughly wiped the sweat from his forehead, savoring the sight before him.
Amelia, who at first glance seemed delicate, had the proper curves of a female.
Watching her plump labia, glistening with moisture, the line connecting her waist and hips, and her breasts swaying lovingly up and down, he was slowly transitioning from admiring the beauty of a work of art to being captivated by the sensuality of her female form.
Moreover, Siwoo had already inhaled Amelia’s scent to his heart’s content.
He was only suppressing his desire to explore her body roughly, everywhere, with immense self-control and consideration.
Amelia’s inner flesh, which had begun to adapt to his large member, was now soft and supple, satisfying his desires in a way that the initial, rough penetration had not.
While slow sex like this wasn’t bad, it would be a lie to say he didn’t want to see Amelia writhing in pleasure even more.
Siwoo slightly widened the space between her knees.
Rather than moving haphazardly, he planned to find her weak points and attack them carefully and persistently.
– Squelch…!
“Ah…”
Amelia’s eyes widened as she looked at Siwoo, startled by the sudden change in stimulation.
She noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was more ragged than usual.
Just as Amelia, who had been basking in the joy of her first penetration, tilted her head in confusion.
– Squelch!
“Ah…!”
Amelia felt her hips involuntarily jump.
Her whole body had been subtly burning with sweet lust since before.
Because his member was inserted so tightly, filling her sticky hole without any gaps, she had been immersed in a pleasure similar to liberation every time he moved his hips.
– Squelch!
“Haaang…!”
When Siwoo moved his hips slowly once more,
Amelia was startled by the seductive moan that escaped her throat and covered her mouth.
The fact that she was embarrassed to make such sounds was secondary; her voice had escaped on its own, even though she hadn’t intended it.
Even though he was still just penetrating her in the same way,
The sudden change in sensation and the surge of sensitivity.
The feeling of dropping oil droplets onto hot coals filled Amelia’s mind.
“What… what’s… happening…? Haah…! Hngh…!”
Amelia was flustered and confused, while Siwoo was doing something simple.
Regardless of gender, not all erogenous zones are evenly distributed on the genitals.
Unlike men, whose erogenous zones are concentrated on the glans, women’s bodies are like locks that require different keys to open their weak points.
Attacking Amelia’s soft cervix or the area behind it would be good methods.
However, if Amelia, who was just getting used to Siwoo’s large member, was attacked repeatedly in such deep areas, she might complain of pain.
Therefore, he targeted the G-spot, located about one or two finger-lengths deep on the ceiling of the vaginal entrance.
Siwoo was intentionally pulling his hips back and slightly lifting Amelia’s buttocks to adjust the angle.
The effect was perfect.
The G-spot, which was slightly swollen and then seemed to cave in.
Every time he poked around that area, Amelia’s body would tremble like a silverfish pierced by a harpoon.
– Squelch!
As he rubbed his glans against her G-spot, the sticky mucous membrane instantly enveloped his member.
Pretending not to know, he asked Amelia.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah, haaang…! This, strange… feeling…”
Amelia’s grip tightened, her expression clearly flustered.
I gently take Amelia’s hand, who is flustered by what’s happening to my body.
This isn’t just to give Amelia a sense of stability.
It was a kind of restraint to keep her from covering her face or running away.
The glistening, semen-slicked cock, almost fully withdrawn, then lunged forward like a siege ram breaching a fortress, instantly piercing the weak point.
-Squish!
“Hehe…!”
If this were a game, it would have been a critical hit, a perfectly executed strike.
Amelia’s inner thighs contracted tightly, and for a moment, the clamping pressure squeezed my cock so hard it hurt.
이 정도로 질척질척한 질내에서 이런 빠듯한 압박감을 느낄 수 있는 것이 놀랍다.
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 ancient and knowing. She sat on the low wooden stool, her back slightly hunched, her hands clasped in her lap. The worn hanbok she wore was a testament to countless seasons, its colors faded but its fabric still sturdy.
“So, you’ve come,” she said, her voice a low, raspy whisper that seemed to carry the weight of the years. “I’ve been waiting.”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. The air in the small, dimly lit room was thick with the scent of dried herbs and something else, something indefinable that spoke of secrets and forgotten lore. The only light came from a single candle flickering on a small table, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.
“I’ve heard stories about you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “They say you know things… things that others don’t.”
A faint smile touched the old woman’s lips, a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Stories are just that, child. Stories. But sometimes, they hold a grain of truth.”
She reached out a hand, her fingers gnarled and twisted like the branches of an old tree. I hesitated for a moment, then placed my hand in hers. Her touch was surprisingly warm, a comforting warmth that seemed to seep into my very bones.
“What is it you seek?” she asked, her gaze piercing, as if she could see into the depths of my soul. “What brings you to my door?”
I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to express the turmoil that had been raging within me for so long. “I… I don’t know who I am,” I confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I feel like I’m lost, like I’m a ship without a rudder, tossed about by the waves.”
The old woman’s grip tightened slightly, her eyes never leaving mine. “And you think I can help you find your way?”
“I hope so,” I said, my voice filled with a desperate plea. “I’ve nowhere else to turn.”
She was silent for a long moment, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls of the room. Then, she nodded slowly, her eyes returning to mine. “Very well,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I will help you. But be warned, the path to finding yourself is not always an easy one.”
A shiver ran down my spine, a mixture of fear and anticipation. I knew that I was about to embark on a journey that would change me forever. But I also knew that I had no other choice. I had to find myself, even if it meant facing the darkest corners of my soul.
“I’m ready,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I’m ready for whatever comes.”
The old woman smiled again, a knowing smile that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. “Then let us begin,” she said, her voice filled with a strange, otherworldly calm. “Let us begin your journey.”
“You’re sensitive here.”
“Haa… Ahh…!”
Amelia shows a dramatic reaction with even the smallest movement. Her eyes, a perfect blend of anticipation and fear, and her delicate gestures make the sense of conquest I was barely suppressing surge.
The feeling of drawing a picture as I please on a blank canvas.
The feeling of teaching her ignorant body how to feel pleasure.
It was a fresh realization that, for her, he was the one taking all the firsts, a feeling of superiority.
Even making the elegant Amelia, with her secret golden garden, as open as a blossomed flower, naked and with her legs spread wide.
수줍은 많은 새싹을 쓱쓱 빼내어 좋을 대로 농락하는 것도.
민감한 약점을 자지로 하나하나 일깨워주는 것도.
Even forgetting my manners and watching my face scrunch up messily from this angle.
The rain was pouring.
It was a downpour that seemed to have ripped a hole in the sky. The kind of rain that made you wonder if the world was ending.
I was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, dangling my legs. The wind was fierce, and the rain was stinging my cheeks. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel the cold.
The world was a mess. My life was a mess. Everything was just… a mess.
I closed my eyes, letting the rain wash over me. It was cold, but it was also… cleansing. Like it was washing away all the dirt and grime that had accumulated in my soul.
I took a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs. It was a sharp, painful breath, but it was also… invigorating. Like it was waking me up from a long, deep sleep.
I opened my eyes and looked out at the city. The lights were blurred by the rain, but they were still beautiful. Like tiny stars scattered across the dark canvas of the night.
I smiled. It was a small, sad smile, but it was a smile nonetheless.
Maybe, just maybe, things would get better.
Maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to fix this mess.
Maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to be happy again.
I stood up, the wind whipping my hair around my face. I took one last look at the city, then turned and walked back inside.
The rain was still pouring, but it didn’t seem so bad anymore.
It was just rain.
And I was still here.
잠시 후 더럽혀진 적 없는 그녀의 질내에 뿌연 백탁을 꼼꼼히 도배하게 되는 것도.
It was a privilege granted only to Siwoo.
I wanted to know her a little more, to see her a little more.
A dark desire blazed within me, wanting to see what sweet voice she would cry out in, how she would beg and cling to Siwoo.
I subtly released Amelia’s hand, which no longer showed any sign of pain, and grasped the connection between her waist and hips.
“Si… Siwoo, why your hand…”
But just as Amelia, dazed by the unfamiliar sensation as if drunk, noticed and stammered, the full-fledged piston movement began.
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Ah, ungh… ah… ah… haah…!”
The pleasure of sex, which had barely wet the tip of my tongue due to Siwoo’s consideration of my pain, suddenly swelled.
This was because Siwoo was now hammering his refined waist movements, honed through experience and training, repeatedly into Amelia’s weak spot.
Amelia’s eyes were wide, the whites showing all around.
But this time, it wasn’t due to pain.
A completely different kind of pleasure than when my clit was being stimulated.
It was as if the pleasure, which had spread like soft pastel colors after insertion, had now turned into a poisonous pink.
Her breath suddenly hitched, and a sweet, intoxicating pleasure, as if all the blood in her veins had turned to sugar water, swept through her entire body.
Amelia reflexively grabbed Siwoo’s wrist at the sudden change, like a dam collapsing.
“Haaang…! Si… Siwoo, just… a moment… Haaang…!”
It wasn’t that she disliked it.
But the unfamiliar sensation was so frightening that I just wanted a little time to adjust.
However.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Hnn… Hiss…! Hooo… Haaah…!”
Just moments ago, Siwoo had been so tenderly worried about Amelia, even when she showed the slightest discomfort. Now, he doesn’t even respond, instead accelerating his hip movements.
Because Siwoo knew.
Amelia’s reluctance was definitely not due to discomfort.
It was clear just by looking at her small, adorable toes curling up like a hawk seizing its prey, and by the way she wriggled her waist, trying to escape from Siwoo.
Her vagina, contracting and relaxing almost to the point of spasms with the increasing back-and-forth speed.
He could clearly feel Amelia’s firm buttocks, propped up diagonally under her thighs, clenching with pleasure.
“Haaah…! Haaang…! Siwoo…”
The dizzying sensation that her body might fall off the bed kept gripping her.
As if trying to escape that feeling, Amelia’s arms flailed, tearing at the sheets, scratching, and occasionally grabbing Siwoo’s wrist before falling limply.
Amelia had lived a life of abstinence, almost like a nun.
Like when she cried after eating kimchi stew, this popping stimulation was too intense for Amelia’s brain.
Each time his member poked at a particularly sensitive spot, the pleasure intensified.
Every time Amelia murmured, ‘Surely not more? Surely not more?’ it was as if mocking her, delivering an additional dose of pleasure, making it impossible for her to endure.
A piston that was intense enough to froth her fluids, yet only delivered pleasure.
Amelia’s slender body was gradually curling up tightly.
Sweat and fluids soaking into the white sheets, the moans shamelessly flirting, burrowing into her ears, and as her five senses blurred.
– Squeeeak!
The cunt, which had been submissively accepting the object as if molding itself to the shape of a cock, suddenly attempted a fierce resistance.
She tried to push his cock out, squeezing her entrance shut as if closing a door.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique-looking music box. The kind you’d see in old movies, with a tiny ballerina spinning on top. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with patterns that looked like vines and leaves. It was beautiful, but it felt… off. Like it was holding a secret.
I found it on my doorstep, no note, no return address. Just the box, sitting there like it had been waiting for me. I picked it up, the wood cool against my skin, and brought it inside.
I wound the key on the back, and a delicate melody filled the room. It was a waltz, slow and melancholic, and the ballerina began to spin. She was porcelain, with a painted smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
I watched her, mesmerized, as the music played. It was a strange feeling, like I was being pulled into the music, into the dance. I felt a strange sense of longing, a sadness I couldn’t explain.
When the music stopped, the ballerina stilled, and the silence that followed was heavy. I wound the key again, and the music started anew. I listened to it over and over, each time feeling the same pull, the same sadness.
I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t stop listening to it. It was like the music box had cast a spell on me.
그것을 무시하며 이제껏 괴롭히던 아멜리아의 지스팟에 자지를 문지르자.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line etched with the stories of a life lived under the relentless sun. Her hands, gnarled and twisted like ancient tree roots, moved with surprising dexterity as she kneaded the dough. The scent of sesame oil and garlic filled the small kitchen, a comforting aroma that had been a constant in my life.
“Are you going out again today, Soohyun?” she asked, her voice raspy but kind.
I nodded, pulling on my worn jacket. “Yeah, I have to check on the new shipment at the market.”
“Always working so hard,” she sighed, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and concern. “You should rest more, child. You’re not a machine.”
I smiled, a small, tired smile. “I’ll be fine, Grandma. Don’t worry.”
She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t press the matter. Instead, she handed me a small container filled with kimchi. “Take this with you. It’ll give you strength.”
I took the container, the cool glass a welcome contrast to the chill in the air. “Thanks, Grandma.”
I stepped out into the bustling street, the cacophony of sounds a familiar comfort. The market was a vibrant tapestry of colors and smells, a chaotic dance of vendors and shoppers. I navigated through the crowd, my eyes scanning the stalls for the new shipment of herbs I had been waiting for.
The herbs were there, piled high in fragrant mounds. I ran my fingers through the leaves, their texture rough and earthy. This was my life, my passion. I had inherited my grandmother’s love for herbs and their healing properties, and I had dedicated my life to learning everything I could about them.
I spent the rest of the day sorting and organizing the herbs, my mind focused on the task at hand. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the market, I packed up my things, my body aching with exhaustion.
I walked home, the kimchi container tucked safely in my bag. The streetlights flickered to life, casting a warm glow on the familiar path. I could smell the aroma of dinner cooking as I approached the house, a comforting scent that drew me in.
My grandmother was waiting for me at the door, her face etched with worry. “You’re late,” she said, her voice sharp but her eyes soft. “I was starting to get worried.”
“I’m sorry, Grandma,” I said, my voice tired. “I lost track of time.”
She didn’t say anything, but she took my hand and led me inside. The small kitchen was warm and inviting, the table set for dinner. The aroma of stew filled the air, a comforting scent that made my stomach rumble.
We ate in silence, the only sound the clinking of our spoons against the bowls. My grandmother watched me closely, her eyes filled with concern. I knew she was worried about me, about my health and my future.
After dinner, I helped her clean up, our movements practiced and familiar. As we worked, I thought about my life, about the choices I had made. I had chosen this path, this life of herbs and healing. It wasn’t an easy path, but it was mine.
As I lay in bed that night, the scent of herbs still clinging to my skin, I thought about my grandmother. She was the anchor in my life, the one constant in a world that was constantly changing. I knew I had to take care of her, just as she had always taken care of me.
I closed my eyes, my mind filled with thoughts of herbs and healing. I knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but I also knew that I would face them with the same determination and passion that had always guided me.
“Ah….”
A hollow sigh escaped Amelia’s lips, which had been wailing with a grand, sensual voice until just now.
Like the brief moment of suspension in the air when pushed off a cliff.
Suddenly, all senses become vivid.
And.
The moment of the fall was approaching.
If the pleasure I’ve felt until now was like a fresh fruit, this one is like jam, made by simmering fruit and sugar in a pot until it’s thick.
The wave of thrill that started from my womb painted my vision white, giving Amelia the ultimate orgasm.
“Ughhh… ! Haa… ! Haa… ! Aaaah…!”
Amelia let out a huge, ecstatic scream, loud enough to be heard next door.
Not even caring that her hair was a tangled mess, she turned her head, her legs, which had been obediently open, now squirming as if they would immediately spring up if her thighs didn’t press them down.
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, and her hands, gnarled and knotted like ancient tree roots, moved with a surprising dexterity as she kneaded the dough.
“You’re back again, are you?” she said, her voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the small kitchen. “Always sniffing around for a taste of my rice cakes.”
I grinned, pulling up a stool to the worn wooden table. “They’re the best in town, Grandma. You know that.”
She chuckled, a dry, rustling sound like leaves skittering across pavement. “Flattery will get you everywhere, young one. But you’ll have to wait. These need to be just right.”
I watched her, fascinated, as she worked. The way she pressed the dough, the precise movements of her hands, it was like watching a master craftsman at work. The kitchen, usually filled with the aroma of spices and simmering stews, was today dominated by the sweet, comforting scent of rice flour.
“So,” she said, not looking up from her work, “what brings you here today? Besides your insatiable appetite for my rice cakes, of course.”
I hesitated, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve. “It’s… about the story you told me last time. About the fox spirit.”
Her hands stilled for a moment, and she finally looked at me, her eyes narrowed slightly. “Ah, that old tale. What about it?”
“I was wondering… is it true? Did it really happen?”
She let out a long sigh, the sound like air escaping from a punctured tire. “Truth is a slippery thing, child. It changes with the telling, with the listener. What is true for me may not be true for you.”
“But… the fox spirit. Did she really steal the hearts of men?”
The old woman’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Some say she did. Some say she was just a lonely creature, misunderstood by those who feared her.”
“Which one is it?” I pressed, leaning forward.
She chuckled again, a low, throaty sound. “That, my dear, is for you to decide.” She returned to her work, her hands moving with renewed vigor. “Now, be patient. The rice cakes will be ready soon. And then, perhaps, I’ll tell you another story.”
The rough, gasping breaths sounded like the bellows of a forge, stoking the flames for even greater pleasure.
결정적으로 초당 몇 번씩이나 수축과 이완을 반복하며 자지를 자극하는 암컷의 떨림은 연기로는 절대 불가능한, 아멜리아가 성대하게 가버렸다는 증거였다.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
I was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the waves crash against the shore.
The sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple.
It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn’t appreciate it.
My heart was heavy, like a stone in my chest.
I had just received a letter.
A letter that changed everything.
It was from my mother.
She was sick.
Very sick.
And she wanted to see me.
I hadn’t seen her in years.
We had a falling out, a big one.
I left home, vowing never to return.
But now…
Now, I had to go back.
I had to see her.
I stood up from the bench, my legs feeling like lead.
I started walking towards the bus stop, my mind racing.
What would I say to her?
Would she even want to see me?
I didn’t know.
But I had to try.
I had to go home.
The bus arrived, and I got on.
I found a seat by the window and watched the world go by.
The city lights blurred into streaks of color.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart.
It was going to be a long journey.
But I had to do it.
For my mother.
