City ​​of Witches 474

## Chapter 474 – #100_Subjugation(3)

#473

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Originally a small room made by utilizing the attic space.
In the hazy, sweaty, and heated air, the two sailed the sea of pleasure on a creaking bed, their vessel.

“Hng… Hiss… Haah…!”

Siwoo chose the doggy style position.
However, it was a slightly modified version of the doggy style.

First, he made Amelia kneel on the bed, then had her politely bring her heels together as if in a stone-cold apology.
Siwoo, closely behind her, spread her knees and cradled Amelia’s apple-reddened buttocks between them.
He rubbed his saliva-slicked member against her petals, which were melting even more sticky, and inserted it.
Then, he lifted his upper body and embraced her, completing the position.

Like an elegant figurehead on the bow of a ship, Amelia, with her buttocks pushed back and her back arched, was completely nestled in Siwoo’s arms, unable to move, and gasping for breath from the endless pleasure being inflicted upon her.

-Squish! Squish! Squish!

“Siwoo…. Haaah… Siwoo…oot…!”
“Hoo… Hoo….”

There was no need for consideration for Amelia, who had already had her first experience.
Amelia’s insides, which had completely turned to mush, were sucking Siwoo’s member all the way to the entrance of her uterus without any difficulty.

This perfect position, which Takasho had mentioned in passing, had many advantages.

First, the closeness.
Amelia’s back and Siwoo’s chest were pressed tightly together.

His member, inserted all the way to the root, could be enjoyed perfectly from the entrance of her vagina to the very end where it could go no further.

Also, it was possible to embrace Amelia’s body as if capturing her and caress her clitoris or breasts as much as he wanted.

Taking advantage of these benefits, one hand twisted and pinched Amelia’s nipples, while the other hand toyed with her adorable sprout as if it were a toy.

Each time, Amelia’s trembling, shuddering with pleasure, was transmitted throughout his body.

The only drawback was that, since it was a position where he was already inserted to the limit, Amelia’s buttocks and Siwoo’s pubic bones were firmly pressed together, reducing the range of motion of his waist.
However, with Siwoo’s large member, that was a minor issue.

Every time he gently rotated his waist and rubbed his glans against her plump cervix, Amelia would scratch Siwoo’s thighs, overwhelmed with pleasure.

‘Rubbing… like that…. feels so… good…!’

At first, Amelia used to speak in such roughly formed sentences, but now she was simply a slave to pleasure.
Perhaps because she was experiencing uterine orgasms every few minutes, even her sharp mind was being consumed by the flashing pleasure.

-Squishsquishsquishsquish

Amelia, whose cervix and the inside of her vagina were being stirred with a rod like making whipped cream, felt the signs of another orgasm, she didn’t know how many times it had been.

Her spine tingled, and tears kept flowing.

With moans like a beast mating during its heat, Amelia’s vagina, which seemed like it couldn’t get any tighter, gripped Siwoo’s member tightly.

“Hiiiik…! Aah… Haaah…!”

Amelia reflexively grabbed Siwoo’s hand, which was squeezing her chest, and trembled.
Her vagina, which was contracting and relaxing repeatedly against her will, was gushing out fluids without rhythm, as if it were broken.

“Haah…. Aaaah… Aaaah….”

She was too busy moaning to get enough oxygen.
Thanks to Siwoo, who waited for a moment when Amelia reached her climax, she was able to take a short break.

-Drip Drip

Due to their genitals being pressed together without any gap, the gushing fluids overflowed.
The droplets of fluid were making Amelia’s neatly gathered heels, just below her vagina, wet.

“Haa…. Haa… Haa….”

It’s scary.
My head is going crazy.

“Shall we rest for a bit?”
“Hiiiik…!”

Siwoo asked, roughly kneading her bouncy breasts with his palm while pinching her chewy nipples.
Amelia tensed her body, tapping her small, fluid-soaked feet together.

“You seem to like having your breasts pinched.”

Pleasure is sweet.
The afterglow of an orgasm, and then the multi-orgasms of the second and third rounds that come again before it even fades.
It was enough to blow away her fragile reason.

But if a little bit of pain was added to that.
Like a bitter coffee served with dessert, it would awaken a body that was becoming numb to the sweet pleasure.

It would allow her to feel the overlapping orgasms once again with the same sensation as the first time.

“I never thought Amelia-nim would be such a lewd woman.”
“That’s…! Because… Siwoo… keeps… tormenting me…. Aah…!”
“It’s not that I’m tormenting you… It’s that Amelia-nim likes having her nipples pinched.”
“No, I don’t…!”

Amelia reflexively denied Siwoo’s words.
No matter how much she had decided to fulfill all his requests, there were things she couldn’t accept.

Even though she had already shown him plenty of embarrassing sights, admitting that she ‘felt good being tormented’ was a separate issue.
It was a matter of her dignity as a respectable woman, before being a witch.

“Really?”
“Ugh…!”

A sharp sting.
His fingertips, as if questioning her obvious lie, twisted her nipple strongly.
At the same time, she could vividly feel her secret flesh biting his member with pleasure.

That sensation would be transmitted to Siwoo as well.
It was only natural since they were so close.

“I’m… I’m not… such a lewd woman….”

Her voice trembled as she barely tried to answer, because her nipple was being toyed with, twirling with his fingertips.

“But, since I said it’s okay for you to torment me as you wish… Hiss…! It’s okay to continue….”

After a little more time had passed since her climax and her reason returned, Amelia, feeling guilty for lying, tried to make an excuse.
Then, he, who was close to her ear, bit her earlobe gently and asked.

“I think I’d be happy if you told me honestly. Are you really not feeling good?”
“……”

Amelia had blurted out a lie in response to his question, but the situation changed when she was asked to this extent.

If she told the truth, Siwoo would be happy.
But it was too embarrassing to tell the truth, and she was also worried that she might appear as a harlot to him.

“……”

Siwoo leisurely gave Amelia, who was wavering and in inner conflict, time.
Then, after a while, Amelia continued to speak hesitantly.

“T-to be honest…. I like it….”
“How do you like it?”

In this position, Siwoo could not see Amelia’s face.
But he could tell that Amelia’s ears, which were sticking out sharply from her thin blonde hair, were redder than ever before.

“When… Siwoo… pinches… my, nipples….”
“Tell me more specifically.”

-Squish!

“Heeuk!”

To coax a confession, I leisurely rubbed Amelia’s pointed tip, caressing it this way and that.
The effect was remarkable.
With a hot sigh, Amelia began to spill all her shameful secrets.

“Haa… Siwoo… when you put it deep inside me… and rub it around… and… when you tease my nipples like this… haa… my… my head goes blank… I can’t think about anything… I become an idiot… haaang….”

Even though they had reconciled and he held no ill will towards her, the Amelia that Siwoo had known for the longest time was arrogant and authoritarian.

To see her kneeling, accepting his cock, and even honestly admitting her most embarrassing vulnerabilities while blushing, was the epitome of sexiness. It ignited an overwhelming desire to conquer her.

“Then, how would you like me to treat you from now on?”

I could feel Amelia swallowing heavily.
The way her voice trembled at the end of her sentence, from the overwhelming shame, was vividly conveyed.

“I want you to keep… making me a fool…”

I can guarantee that anyone who heard such a lewd request would have no choice but to nod their head in agreement.

– Splish! Splash! Splosh!

“Aah! Aah! Haaah! Wuuuung…! Haaah…!”

빳빳하게 발기한 자지가 아플 정도로 뻑뻑한 아멜리아의 보지를 맹렬하게 공격한다.
Amelia, kneeling on the sheet, which was damp and soaked with her copious fluids.

This time, I’m pressed right up against the bed, my rear end raised high.

What does that even mean?

쾌감을 느낄 때마다 움찔거리는 아멜리아의 후장과 예상보다 갓 수확한 사과처럼 싱그러운 엉덩이, 자지를 빼낼 때마다 기둥에 휘감긴 듯 딸려나오는 보짓살까지 적나라하게 관람할 수 있다는 의미다.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a canvas of countless years. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She was a woman who had seen the rise and fall of empires, the changing of seasons, and the endless dance of life and death.

“You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?” she said, her voice raspy like the rustling of dry leaves.

I nodded, my gaze fixed on her. The air around her seemed to hum with an ancient energy, a silent testament to the stories she held within.

“I have,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to echo through the small, dimly lit room. “And what brings you to my humble abode?”

I hesitated, unsure of how to begin. The reason for my journey was a heavy burden, a secret I had carried for far too long.

“I… I need your help,” I finally managed to say.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me with an intensity that made me feel as though she could see into my very soul. “Help? And what makes you think I can help you?”

“I’ve heard stories,” I said, my voice gaining a bit of strength. “Stories of your wisdom, your knowledge of things beyond the veil.”

A slow smile spread across her face, revealing a set of teeth that were yellowed and worn. “Ah, stories. They are like the wind, carrying truths and lies in equal measure.”

“But I believe them,” I insisted. “I believe you can help me.”

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting towards the small window that looked out onto a garden overgrown with weeds. “And what is it that you seek, child?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confession I was about to make. “I seek the truth,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “The truth about my past, about who I am.”

The old woman’s eyes snapped back to mine, her expression unreadable. “The truth is a dangerous thing, child. Are you sure you are ready to face it?”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I have to be,” I said. “I have no other choice.”

She was silent for a long moment, her gaze fixed on me. Then, she let out a long, slow sigh. “Very well,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I will help you. But be warned, the path to the truth is not an easy one.”

A wave of relief washed over me, so powerful that it almost brought me to my knees. “Thank you,” I said, my voice choked with emotion. “Thank you so much.”

The old woman smiled again, a small, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t thank me yet, child,” she said. “The journey has only just begun.”

격렬한 뒤치기로 지스팟부터 자궁구까지 단번에 즐기는 풀코스.
Each time Amelia’s radiant spine shivered, a pleasure that made my head spin was transmitted.

“Haa…. Ung… Hic… Hoo-oong…!”

Even without having to tear at her nipples, Siwoo could easily manipulate Amelia.

Amelia was crying.
Sobbing, she clawed at the bed, occasionally reaching out to remove Siwoo’s hand gripping her buttocks, but her hand would fall weakly each time.

Perhaps 1% of the bodily fluids scattered on the bed were tears from her eyes.

“Amelia, you have to keep talking.”
“Hic…!”

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 as she looked at me. “So, you’re the one they’re calling the ‘genius’ these days?” she cackled, her voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot.

I bowed my head slightly, a gesture of respect I’d learned from my grandmother. “I am just trying my best, Grandmother.”

She waved a gnarled hand dismissively. “Best, huh? That’s what they all say. But ‘best’ ain’t worth a hill of beans if you don’t know how to use it.” She leaned closer, her breath smelling faintly of dried herbs. “Tell me, boy, what’s the most important thing you’ve learned?”

I paused, considering her question. I could have rattled off equations, theories, or any of the complex concepts I’d mastered. But something in her gaze told me that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. “I think,” I said slowly, “it’s learning to listen.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and a slow smile spread across her face. “Listen, you say? Not bad, boy. Not bad at all.” She chuckled again, a sound like pebbles tumbling down a slope. “Most folks are too busy talking to hear anything. But you… you might just have a chance.”

She straightened up, her frail body surprisingly firm. “Now, enough of this chit-chat. Let’s see if you can actually do something useful.” She pointed a bony finger towards a pile of tangled fishing nets. “Untangle those. And don’t you dare break a single thread.”

I looked at the nets, a chaotic mess of knots and loops. It looked like a task that would take hours, maybe even days. But I knew better than to argue with the old woman. I sat down, took a deep breath, and began to work.

As I carefully picked at the knots, I thought about her words. Listening. It wasn’t just about hearing sounds, it was about understanding the subtle nuances, the unspoken messages. It was about paying attention to the world around me, and to the people in it.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the beach. The old woman watched me silently, her eyes never leaving my hands. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last knot came undone. I held up the neatly untangled net, a sense of accomplishment washing over me.

The old woman nodded, a hint of approval in her gaze. “Not bad, boy. Not bad at all. You’ve got the patience of a saint, or maybe just a fool.” She chuckled again, the sound echoing in the twilight. “But patience is a virtue, especially for a genius.”

She stood up, her silhouette a dark outline against the fading light. “Come on, boy. Let’s go eat. I’ve got some fish stew simmering on the stove.”

I followed her towards her small cottage, the sound of the waves a constant rhythm in the background. As I walked, I realized that the old woman had taught me more in a few hours than I had learned in all my years of studying. She had shown me that true genius wasn’t just about knowledge, it was about wisdom, patience, and the ability to listen. And I knew that this was just the beginning of my education.

The sound of the rain was deafening.

The rain, which had been falling since morning, showed no sign of stopping, and the sky was still dark. It was as if the world was trapped in a gray, opaque film.

I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the rain. The room was dark, and the only light came from the small window. The rain was pounding against the windowpane, and the sound was so loud that it felt like the world was collapsing.

I didn’t know how long I had been sitting there. Time seemed to have stopped. I was just staring at the rain, lost in my thoughts.

I was thinking about him.

About the man who had left me.

He had said he was going to find himself. He had said he needed time to think. He had said he would come back.

But he hadn’t come back.

It had been a year since he left. A year of rain, a year of darkness, a year of loneliness.

I didn’t know what to do anymore. I felt like I was drowning in the rain. I felt like I was being swallowed by the darkness.

I closed my eyes. I could still hear the rain. I could still feel the darkness.

I wished I could disappear. I wished I could be like the rain, just falling and falling, until I was gone.

I opened my eyes again. The rain was still falling. The darkness was still there.

I sighed. I knew I couldn’t disappear. I knew I had to keep going.

But it was so hard.

It was so hard to keep going when you felt like you were all alone in the world.

I looked at the window again. The rain was still falling.

I closed my eyes again.

I wished I could be happy again.

I wished I could be loved again.

I wished he would come back.

But I knew he wouldn’t.

I knew I was alone.

I opened my eyes again. The rain was still falling.

I sighed again.

I knew I had to keep going.

But it was so hard.

It was so hard to keep going when you felt like you were all alone in the world.

I looked at the window again. The rain was still falling.

I closed my eyes again.

I wished I could be happy again.

I wished I could be loved again.

I wished he would come back.

But I knew he wouldn’t.

I knew I was alone.

시우는 아멜리아의 엉덩이를 꽉 움켜쥐며 채근했다.
Of course, the thrusting of her hips doesn’t stop.

Amelia, who had been wandering in a trance, barely regained her senses and begged for forgiveness.

“I’m, I’m sorry… Please… forgive me…! Haaang… Aaaang…! Aang!”

Of course, this is all part of the act.

Amelia wasn’t asking for forgiveness for her past mistakes or for being rude to Siwoo.

But, since she was doing a dogeza back attack, wouldn’t it be boring if there was no sound?

-Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“What is it?”
“The sheets…! With…eugh…! I dirtied them…! Haaang…!”

So, I’m making up some excuse and doing apology sex for the “crime of dirtying the bed.”

Honestly, a bed is something I could make perfectly clean with a flick of my fingers using magic.

Knowing Amelia couldn’t possibly be unaware of that fact, she initially offered only an awkward apology. Her face flushed slightly, as if embarrassed.

I was born in a small, rural village.

My parents were farmers, and I spent my childhood running around the fields and mountains.

I was a very ordinary child.

I wasn’t particularly good at studying, nor was I particularly athletic.

I was just an ordinary kid who liked to play with my friends.

But one day, something strange happened to me.

It was when I was ten years old.

I was playing in the mountains with my friends when I suddenly fell into a cave.

It was a very deep cave, and I fell for a long time.

When I finally landed, I was in a place I had never seen before.

It was a very dark and eerie place, and I was very scared.

But then, I saw something that made me even more scared.

It was a huge, black dragon.

The dragon was sleeping, but I could feel its immense power.

I was so scared that I couldn’t even move.

But then, the dragon opened its eyes.

Its eyes were like two burning coals, and I felt like I was going to die.

But then, the dragon spoke to me.

“Who are you?” it asked.

I was so scared that I couldn’t even speak.

“Don’t be afraid,” the dragon said. “I won’t hurt you.”

I was still scared, but I was also curious.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am the guardian of this cave,” the dragon said. “And you are the first human to ever enter this place.”

I was very surprised.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” the dragon said. “But I think you were meant to come here.”

I didn’t understand what the dragon meant, but I was also very curious.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“This is a place where time flows differently,” the dragon said. “And you are the only one who can control it.”

I was very confused.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean that you have the power to control time,” the dragon said. “And you can use that power to change the world.”

I was very surprised.

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“You will understand in time,” the dragon said. “But for now, you must learn to control your power.”

And so, I began to learn how to control my power.

It was a very difficult process, but I was determined to master it.

And after many years, I finally became a master of time.

I could travel through time, change the past, and even see the future.

I became a very powerful being, but I never forgot where I came from.

I always remembered my parents, my friends, and my village.

And I always tried to use my power for good.

But one day, I realized that I couldn’t stay in this world forever.

I had to find a way to return to my own time.

And so, I began to search for a way to return to my own time.

It was a very long and difficult journey, but I never gave up.

And finally, after many years, I found a way to return to my own time.

I returned to my village, but everything had changed.

My parents were gone, my friends were gone, and my village was no longer the same.

I was very sad, but I knew that I had to move on.

And so, I began to live my life in my own time.

I used my power to help people, and I tried to make the world a better place.

And I lived a long and happy life.

But I never forgot the dragon, and I never forgot the cave.

And I always wondered if I would ever see them again.

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 ballerina spinning on top. The box was made of dark wood, intricately carved with patterns that looked like vines and flowers. It was beautiful, but it was also unsettling.

I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no card, no return address, nothing. It just appeared on my doorstep, wrapped in plain brown paper. I was living alone in a small studio apartment, so it wasn’t like someone could have just dropped it off without me noticing.

I turned the box over in my hands, examining it closely. The wood was smooth and cool to the touch. The carvings were so detailed, it was hard to believe they were done by hand. I ran my fingers over the ballerina on top. She was frozen mid-pirouette, her tiny porcelain face serene.

I opened the lid. A delicate melody began to play, a tune I didn’t recognize but that felt strangely familiar. It was a haunting, melancholic melody that seemed to fill the room with a sense of longing. The ballerina began to spin, her movements graceful and fluid.

I watched her, mesmerized. The music box seemed to have a strange power, drawing me in. I felt a strange sense of peace, but also a deep sadness. It was as if the music was speaking to something deep inside me, something I had forgotten.

I closed the lid, and the music stopped. The ballerina froze in place. The silence that followed was heavy, almost oppressive. I felt a strange urge to open it again, to hear the music, to see the ballerina spin.

But I didn’t. I put the music box on my desk, next to my laptop. It sat there, a silent, mysterious presence in my small apartment. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more than just a music box. It felt like a key, a key to something I didn’t understand.

That night, I had a strange dream. I was in a vast, empty room, the walls stretching out into infinity. In the center of the room was a single music box, identical to the one I had received. I walked towards it, drawn by the same haunting melody.

As I reached out to touch it, the room began to spin. The walls blurred, the floor seemed to fall away, and I felt myself being pulled into the music box. I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The music box was still on my desk, silent and still.

I knew then that this was no ordinary gift. It was something more, something that was going to change my life. I just didn’t know how.

그러나 본격적으로 자궁구와 보지 전체를 공략당하고, 그녀의 표현을 빌리자면 ‘바보’가 된 시점에서.
Apology laced with desperation and sorrow.
Even if I don’t harbor ill feelings towards her, the gap between her prickly past self and her current state doubles the appeal.

But Amelia’s answer wasn’t the correct one.
I clearly taught her a good expression, but she seemed to be avoiding it because she was embarrassed to say it.

“Ejaculate?”
“Hic… sob… sniff…!”

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

It was a small, wooden box. The kind you might find in an antique shop. It was old, with a dark, polished surface, and a strange symbol was engraved on the lid. It looked like a distorted eye.

I didn’t know who had sent it. There was no return address, no note, nothing. Just the box, sitting on my doorstep.

I was curious, of course. I’d never received anything like it before. I picked it up, the wood cool against my skin, and took it inside.

I placed it on my desk, staring at it. The symbol seemed to pulse, almost as if it were alive. I hesitated, then opened the lid.

Inside, there was a single, folded piece of paper. It was yellowed and brittle, like it had been sitting there for a long time. I carefully unfolded it, and my eyes widened.

It was a map. Not of any place I recognized, but a strange, twisted landscape, filled with bizarre shapes and symbols. And in the center, there was a single point marked with an ‘X’.

I didn’t know what it meant, but I felt a strange pull, a sense of urgency. It was like the map was calling to me, beckoning me to follow it.

I knew it was crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it. I had to know where it led.

So, I packed a bag, grabbed the map, and stepped out into the unknown.

자지를 바짝 붙인 채 자궁 입구에 쿠퍼액을 모조리 펴 바를 기세로 문지르자 바들바들 어깨를 떠는 아멜리아.
Perhaps it was due to a resistance to uttering lewd and vulgar words that she used euphemistic expressions, but Siwoo wasn’t one to let that slide.

“I taught you other words.”

“I… I’m sorry… I dirtied the bed… with my…cunt juice… making it all wet…”

Amelia answers in a voice so pitiful that I want to shout, “It’s okay! Amelia’s pussy juice isn’t dirty at all!” right away.

Conversely, I could feel an intense sense of urgency creeping up from my balls.

“…Forgive me… Hieeuk…!”

The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line 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 small garden. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming herbs, a comforting aroma that had been a constant in my life.

“You’re back early,” he said, his voice raspy but warm, as I approached. He didn’t look up from his work, but I knew he was smiling.

“Yeah, the market was slow today,” I replied, dropping my basket of unsold vegetables onto the porch with a sigh. The weight of the day, the endless haggling and the disappointed faces, settled heavy on my shoulders.

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “The world doesn’t always give you what you want, boy. You have to learn to take what it offers.”

I knew he was right, but it didn’t make the disappointment any easier to swallow. I watched him for a moment, his movements slow and deliberate as he pruned a wilting rose. He was a man of few words, but his actions always spoke volumes.

“Grandpa,” I began, hesitating, “I was thinking…”

He finally looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and I could see the years of wisdom reflected in their depths. “Thinking is a dangerous thing, boy. It can lead you down paths you never intended to walk.”

“But what if those paths are the right ones?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He didn’t answer right away. He turned back to his rose, his fingers gently coaxing the petals into a more pleasing shape. “The right path is the one that leads you to where you need to be,” he said finally, his voice soft. “Not necessarily where you want to be.”

I knew what he meant. He’d always been like that, guiding me with his cryptic words and his quiet wisdom. He’d taken me in when I had nowhere else to go, and he’d taught me everything I knew about life, about the earth, and about myself.

“I’m going to try,” I said, my voice filled with a newfound determination. “I’m going to find my path.”

He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “Then go, boy. And don’t look back.”

I nodded, a surge of hope filling my chest. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I also knew that I wasn’t alone. I had his wisdom, his love, and the strength that he had instilled in me. And that was all I needed.

연이은 오르가즘 탓에 무방비해진 보지를 다시 한번 깊숙하게 범한다.
이제는 건들기만 해도 오르가즘을 느낄 수준이 된 아멜리아는 즉각 절정의 전조를 보이며 버둥거렸다.
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.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the small lamp on my desk. It cast long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock my own loneliness. I was alone, as always.

I picked up the worn book from my desk. It was a collection of old fairy tales, the kind that my grandmother used to read to me when I was a child. I opened it to a random page, my eyes scanning the familiar words. But the stories didn’t bring me the same comfort they once did. They felt distant, like echoes of a forgotten dream.

I sighed, closing the book. I was tired. Tired of the rain, tired of the darkness, tired of being alone. I longed for something, anything, to break the monotony of my existence.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from downstairs. My heart leaped into my throat. I froze, listening intently. Another crash, followed by a series of muffled thuds. Someone was in the house.

My breath hitched. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Who could it be? A burglar? A ghost? My mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last.

I slowly rose from my chair, my legs trembling. I had to find out what was going on. I crept towards the door, my hand reaching for the doorknob. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The hallway was dark and silent. The only sound was the rhythmic drumming of the rain against the roof. I stepped out into the hallway, my eyes scanning the shadows. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears.

I moved slowly, cautiously, my hand outstretched in front of me. I reached the top of the stairs and peered down into the darkness below. I could see nothing.

I took a deep breath and started down the stairs, each step creaking under my weight. The air grew colder as I descended, and I could feel a strange tingling sensation on my skin. I reached the bottom of the stairs and paused, listening intently.

The sounds had stopped. The house was silent again, except for the rain. I stood there for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, I took a deep breath and stepped into the living room.

The room was a mess. Furniture was overturned, books were scattered across the floor, and a large vase lay shattered in the middle of the room. It looked like a tornado had ripped through the house.

I stared at the scene in disbelief. What had happened here? Who had done this? My mind was reeling, trying to make sense of it all.

Then, I saw it. A small, dark figure huddled in the corner of the room. It was trembling, its eyes wide with fear. I slowly approached it, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I got closer, I could see that it was a young girl. She was small and frail, her clothes torn and dirty. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The girl didn’t answer. She just stared at me, her eyes wide with fear. I knelt down in front of her, my heart aching with pity.

“It’s okay,” I said softly. “You’re safe now.”

The girl flinched at my words, but she didn’t move. I reached out my hand slowly, offering it to her. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took my hand. Her hand was small and cold, but it felt strangely comforting.

I helped her to her feet and led her to the couch. She sat down, her eyes still wide with fear. I sat down next to her, my heart filled with a strange mixture of pity and curiosity.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

The girl looked at me for a moment, then whispered, “My name is Hana.”

“Hana,” I repeated. “That’s a pretty name.”

Hana looked down at her hands, her face still pale. I could see that she was scared and confused. I wanted to help her, but I didn’t know how.

“Where did you come from, Hana?” I asked.

Hana didn’t answer. She just shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. I could see that she didn’t want to talk about it.

“It’s okay,” I said softly. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Hana looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. I smiled at her, my heart filled with a strange sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t so alone after all.

The old woman, who had been sitting with her back straight, slowly turned her head. Her eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on me.

“You’re the one who came to see me?”

Her voice was low and raspy, like the sound of dry leaves rustling in the wind. It was a voice that seemed to carry the weight of a long life.

“Yes, I am.”

I bowed my head slightly. The old woman’s gaze was so intense that it felt like she could see right through me.

“I heard you were looking for something.”

“That’s right.”

“What is it?”

“A book.”

The old woman’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“A book?”

“Yes, a very old book.”

“What kind of book?”

“A book about magic.”

The old woman was silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on my face. Then, she let out a low chuckle.

“Magic, you say? Do you believe in such things?”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve seen it.”

The old woman’s eyes widened slightly.

“You’ve seen it?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“In my dreams.”

The old woman was silent again for a moment, her gaze fixed on my face. Then, she let out another low chuckle.

“Dreams, you say? So you’re a dreamer.”

“Perhaps.”

“And you think you can find magic in a book?”

“I hope so.”

The old woman was silent for a long time, her gaze fixed on my face. Then, she slowly nodded her head.

“Very well. I’ll help you.”

My heart leaped with joy.

“Really?”

“Yes, but on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You must tell me your story.”

I was silent for a moment, my gaze fixed on the old woman’s face. Then, I slowly nodded my head.

“Very well. I will tell you my story.”

The old woman smiled, a rare and fleeting smile that made her look almost young.

“Good. Then let’s begin.”

다시 한 번 진한 키스로 자궁구를 얻어맞은 아멜리아의 보지가 울컥 움직이며 흡사 자지를 빨아들이듯 안으로 수축하고.
-Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

“Aaaang! Haaaang! Aaaang!”

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 the sky was blue.

The sky was blue, and the clouds were white.

The clouds were white, and the sea was vast.

The sea was vast, and I was small.

I was small, 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 living.

I was living, and I was breathing.

I was breathing, and I was feeling.

I was feeling, and I was me.

I was me, and I was here.

I was here, and I was now.

I was now, and I was free.

With a force that threatened to break the bed, Siwoo thrust his hips, pinning Amelia’s struggling body beneath his weight.

절정을 맞아 경련이 일어난 것처럼 꿈틀거리는 보짓살, 그 안을 깊숙이 헤집은 시우는 자궁구에 바짝 귀두를 붙였다.
-Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

“Ah…! Ah…! Ah….”

Soon, a dense torrent of milky white permeated her, painting over her insides again and again.

The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of a life lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a spark of something that could only be described as mischief. She sat on the low wooden stool, her back slightly hunched, her hands clasped in her lap, and watched me with an unnerving intensity.

“So, you’re the one,” she said, her voice raspy like the rustling of dry leaves. “The one they sent to fix things.”

I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. “I suppose so,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “I’m here to help.”

She let out a dry chuckle that sounded like pebbles tumbling down a hill. “Help? You think you can help? You, with your fancy clothes and your city ways?”

I glanced down at my tailored suit, feeling suddenly out of place. “I have experience,” I said, trying to keep my tone even. “I’ve dealt with situations like this before.”

“Situations like this?” she repeated, her eyes narrowing. “You think you know what this is? This isn’t some broken machine you can fix with a wrench. This is… something else.”

I swallowed, my confidence wavering. “I understand it’s complicated,” I said. “But I’m willing to learn.”

The old woman studied me for a long moment, her gaze piercing. Then, she sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of centuries. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll give you a chance. But don’t think for a moment that you’ve got this figured out. This place… it has its own rules.”

She gestured around the small, dimly lit room with a gnarled hand. The walls were lined with shelves filled with jars of dried herbs and strange, unidentifiable objects. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something else, something earthy and ancient.

“First,” she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone, “you need to understand the land. It’s not just dirt and trees. It’s alive. It feels. And it remembers.”

I nodded, trying to absorb her words. “I’ll do my best,” I said.

“Best isn’t good enough,” she said, her eyes flashing. “You need to be better than your best. You need to listen to the whispers of the wind, the rustling of the leaves, the heartbeat of the earth. Only then will you begin to understand.”

She stood up, her movements surprisingly agile for someone her age. “Come,” she said. “I’ll show you.”

I followed her out of the room, my mind racing. I had come here expecting to deal with a problem, a puzzle to be solved. But now, I realized, I was entering a world far more complex and mysterious than I could have ever imagined.

아멜리아의 반성 보지에 콘돔 따위 필요없는 생 질내사정.
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the harshness of the world he’d weathered. His eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of something—perhaps stubbornness, perhaps a flicker of the fire that had once burned bright. He sat hunched over a small table, the lamplight casting long, dancing shadows around him. His hands, gnarled and calloused, moved with practiced ease as he worked on the intricate carvings of a wooden bird.

The room was small and cluttered, filled with the scent of wood shavings and old paper. Bookshelves lined one wall, their shelves sagging under the weight of countless volumes. The air was thick with the quiet hum of the old man’s breathing and the gentle scrape of his tools against the wood.

He paused, his gaze drifting to the window. The night was dark, the sky a canvas of inky blackness dotted with distant stars. He sighed, a sound like the rustling of dry leaves, and returned to his work. The bird was almost finished, its wings spread as if ready to take flight. He ran a calloused thumb over the smooth surface, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Almost there,” he murmured, his voice raspy with age. “Almost ready to fly.”

He worked for another hour, the only sound the rhythmic scrape of his tools. Finally, he set the bird down, his work complete. He leaned back in his chair, his body aching with fatigue, and closed his eyes. The room was silent, the only sound the gentle ticking of an old clock on the wall.

He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the wooden bird. It sat there, still and silent, but somehow alive. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate carvings, and a strange sense of peace washed over him.

“You’re free now,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Go, fly.”

He picked up the bird and walked to the window. He opened it, the cold night air rushing in, and held the bird out. For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and hope. Then, with a gentle flick of his wrist, he released it.

The bird soared into the night, disappearing into the darkness. The old man watched it go, a single tear tracing a path down his wrinkled cheek. He closed the window, the room once again filled with the quiet hum of his breathing. He turned back to his table, his gaze falling on the empty space where the bird had been.

“Now,” he murmured, his voice filled with a strange mix of weariness and anticipation. “Now, I can begin again.”

처음으로 질싸를 당하게 된 아멜리아는 오르가즘의 폭풍에 몸을 떨면서도 몸 안에서 움찔거리는 자지와 뜨거운 정액의 온도에 몸서리쳤다.
The old man, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes.

“Huh? What’s all the commotion?”

He looked around, his gaze landing on me.

“Oh, it’s you, kid. What’s with the racket?”

“I’m not making a racket. I’m just… practicing.”

“Practicing what?”

“Swordsmanship.”

The old man chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Swordsmanship, you say? You’re a funny one. What kind of swordsmanship do you practice with a stick like that?”

I didn’t answer. I just gripped the wooden sword tighter.

“Well, go on then. Show me what you’ve got.”

I hesitated for a moment, then took a stance. I swung the wooden sword with all my might. The old man watched me, his expression unchanging.

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Hmph. You’ve got a long way to go.”

I knew that. I knew I was still lacking. But I couldn’t give up. I had to become stronger.

“I’ll keep practicing.”

“Do as you please. But don’t expect to become a master swordsman with that kind of effort.”

The old man turned away, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains. I continued to swing my wooden sword, the sound of the wind whistling past my ears.

I had to become stronger. No matter what.

“Heeuuuuh….”

Siwoo collapsed onto Amelia, their bodies entwined.

Her scent, even soaked in sweat, was fresh and invigorating.

But he knew this wasn’t the end.

Soon, the torrent of mana replication would tear through her insides, so Siwoo, almost in a daze, told Amelia, who was breathing heavily, in advance.

“Something strange is about to happen, but don’t worry too much. It’s natural.”

“Hhh… Hng, y-yes… yes…”

He stroked Amelia’s head as she nodded without even asking what the strange thing was…

“Huh?”

Nothing happened.

He was sure he’d ejaculated inside her, but there was no mana replication, no strange phenomenon of the brand being copied, and Siwoo’s penis was just quiet.