## Chapter 484 – #102_Charity Event (2)
1.
A plump breast, perhaps from Siwoo’s kneading, had flopped out of the dress.
다정하고 상냥하게 남근을 받아들여 줄 것 같은 예소드 마망의 쿠션 보지와 먹음직스럽게 보이는 진주알.
I was a bit late today.
I had a dream. It was a dream where I was being chased by a giant cockroach. It was so realistic that I woke up in a cold sweat. I was so startled that I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I ended up just lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.
I got out of bed, washed up, and went to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, and there was nothing there. I had forgotten to go grocery shopping. I sighed and closed the refrigerator. I decided to just eat a piece of bread. I took out a loaf of bread and a jar of jam. I spread the jam on the bread and took a bite. It was sweet and delicious.
I finished my breakfast and went to get ready for work. I put on my clothes and looked in the mirror. I looked tired. I sighed again. I grabbed my bag and left the house.
I walked to the bus stop. There were already a lot of people waiting for the bus. I stood in line and waited for the bus to arrive. The bus finally arrived, and I got on. I found an empty seat and sat down. I looked out the window. The scenery was passing by quickly.
I arrived at work. I went to my desk and turned on my computer. I checked my emails. There were a lot of emails. I started to reply to the emails. I worked for a few hours. I was starting to get tired. I decided to take a break. I went to the break room and got a cup of coffee. I sat down and drank my coffee. I felt a little better.
I went back to my desk and continued working. I worked until it was time to go home. I packed up my things and left the office. I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus. The bus arrived, and I got on. I sat down and looked out the window. The scenery was passing by slowly.
I arrived home. I opened the door and went inside. I took off my shoes and put on my slippers. I went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. I turned on the TV. There was nothing interesting on. I turned off the TV. I was tired. I decided to go to bed. I went to my bedroom and got into bed. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
품위 넘치고, 관능적인 백작님이 다리를 활짝 벌린 채 질내사정을 기다리고 있다는 건 정신적으로 미칠 듯한 흥분을 안겨주었다.
Especially if it was right after I had been giving them enthusiastic caresses for that very reason.
The wind was blowing.
The wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it could carry me away.
I was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the leaves dance in the wind.
The leaves were all different colors, red, yellow, and brown.
They were swirling around in the air, like tiny dancers.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
The air was crisp and cool, and it smelled like autumn.
I opened my eyes and looked around.
The park was almost empty.
There were a few people walking their dogs, and a couple of kids playing on the swings.
But mostly, it was just me and the wind.
I felt a strange sense of peace.
It was like the wind was carrying all my worries away.
I smiled.
I didn’t know why, but I felt happy.
I stood up and stretched.
The wind was still blowing, but it didn’t feel so strong anymore.
It felt like a gentle breeze.
I started to walk.
I didn’t know where I was going, but I didn’t care.
I just wanted to walk and feel the wind on my face.
I walked for a long time, until the sun started to set.
The sky was a beautiful mix of orange, pink, and purple.
I sat down on a bench and watched the sunset.
It was the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen.
I felt grateful for everything.
I felt grateful for the wind, for the leaves, for the park, and for the sunset.
I felt grateful for life.
I closed my eyes and took another deep breath.
I was happy.
I was finally happy.
“Siwoo, please beg.”
Contrary to her vulgar posture and actions, her earnestly gathered, elegant eyebrows and tightly closed lips created a bizarre disharmony, as if she were under a hypnosis app.
-Squeak…!
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he had weathered. He sat hunched over a small table, his gnarled fingers meticulously arranging the pieces of a go board. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light a single oil lamp that cast long, dancing shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and dried ink.
“You’re late,” the old man said, his voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind.
A young man, barely out of his teens, stood hesitantly at the doorway. He was tall and slender, his eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He bowed deeply, his forehead almost touching the floor.
“I apologize, Master,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I was delayed.”
The old man grunted, his gaze fixed on the go board. “Excuses are like weeds, they grow everywhere. But they bear no fruit.” He gestured with a bony finger towards the opposite side of the table. “Sit.”
The young man obeyed, his movements cautious and deliberate. He sat down, his back straight, his hands resting on his knees. He watched as the old man carefully placed a black stone on the board.
“Do you know why I summoned you here?” the old man asked, his eyes finally meeting the young man’s.
The young man swallowed hard. “I believe it is to learn the way of the go, Master.”
The old man chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. “Go is not merely a game, boy. It is a reflection of life itself. Every move, every decision, has consequences. It is a battle of wits, a dance of strategy, a mirror to the soul.”
He placed another black stone on the board. “You must learn to see beyond the surface, to anticipate your opponent’s moves, to understand the flow of the game. Only then can you hope to master it.”
The young man nodded, his eyes fixed on the board. He knew that this was more than just a game. It was a test, a challenge, a journey into the depths of his own being. He reached out and placed a white stone on the board, his hand trembling slightly.
The old man watched him, his eyes narrowed. “The journey has begun,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Let us see where it leads.”
시우는 정액이 불알까지 차오른 듯한 자지를 부드럽게 백작의 안에 밀어 넣었다.
No, actually, I was trying to be gentle, but I couldn’t.
“Ah…!”
What greeted Siwoo was not the sucking, drawing-in suction unique to the Countess Yesod’s pussy, nor the clinging, melting sensation of it adhering to his dick.
The reason I could feel that sensation before was because she was flushed and had secreted enough fluids.
But right now, not only had I not enjoyed enough foreplay, but honestly, I wasn’t ready to accept pleasure.
그렇기에 그녀의 침으로 질척한 자지를 밀어 넣으면서도 마치 처녀지를 개통하는 듯한 뻑뻑함을 느껴야 했다.
“Are you okay?”
Siwoo, seeing the composed and elegant Count Yesod’s face contort, asked worriedly.
“A-are you okay? It’s been so long… Siwoo-ssi’s equipment is still quite sturdy… How much longer?”
“It seems like it will be over soon.”
Just a moment ago, he thought he could finish right away, but perhaps because the stimulation had faded and he had been thinking about other things for a moment, it seemed he needed to move a little.
“I’ll move right away.”
“Yes, and please wrap it as close to the inside as possible… Ugh…!”
-Chomp! Chomp! Chomp!
자지를 쿡 찔러 넣고 앞뒤로 움직이는 순간이었다.
I didn’t move much either.
Just three times.
But with just that, Siwoo could feel a longed-for nostalgia from Count Yesod’s pussy.
Siwoo’s magnificent clarity evoked a powerful excitement that fingers could not reach, and that excitement instantly seized Count Yesod’s body.
The result was that the count’s insides were soaked as if a downpour had fallen within.
“Hng… *hic*…”
The Count’s face, which had been calm throughout, contorted in various ways. His gently closed eyelashes trembled, and his white teeth could be seen biting down on his lower lip.
-Squish, squish, squish-
“Ah… hah…!”
Each time his member stirred deep inside, Count Yesod breathed hot sighs into Siwoo’s ear.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of the harsh years she had endured. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of shrewdness that belied her frail appearance. She sat hunched over a low table, her gnarled fingers deftly sorting through a pile of herbs, the scent of which filled the small, dimly lit room.
“So, you’ve come,” she rasped, her voice like the rustling of dry leaves. “I’ve been expecting you.”
I bowed my head slightly, the weight of her gaze heavy on me. “Grandmother,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I need your help.”
She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “Help? What makes you think I can help you, child? I’m just an old woman, barely clinging to life.”
“You know things,” I insisted, my voice gaining strength. “Things that others don’t. You know about the forest, about the spirits that dwell within.”
Her eyes narrowed, the spark within them intensifying. “The forest is a dangerous place, child. It’s not a place for the faint of heart.”
“I’m not afraid,” I said, my gaze meeting hers. “I have to go there. I have to find him.”
A long silence filled the room, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an old clock on the wall. The old woman studied me, her gaze piercing, as if she were trying to see into the depths of my soul.
“He’s gone, child,” she finally said, her voice softer now. “He’s gone beyond the veil. There’s no bringing him back.”
“I don’t want to bring him back,” I said, my voice trembling. “I just want to know… I just want to understand.”
She sighed, the sound like the wind whistling through a crack in the wall. “Very well,” she said. “I will help you. But be warned, child. The path you seek is fraught with peril. You may not like what you find.”
She reached into the pile of herbs and pulled out a small, dried flower. “Take this,” she said, handing it to me. “It will protect you from the shadows. But remember, child, even the strongest light cannot pierce the deepest darkness.”
I took the flower, its petals brittle and papery, and clutched it tightly in my hand. “Thank you, Grandmother,” I said, my heart filled with a mixture of fear and hope.
“Go now,” she said, her voice growing weaker. “And may the spirits guide your path.”
I bowed my head once more and turned to leave, the scent of herbs clinging to my clothes. As I stepped out into the cool evening air, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was embarking on a journey from which there was no return.
그녀의 주문대로 깊이 물건을 밀어 넣자 약속되었던 푹신한 감각이 자지 뿌리에서 느껴진다.
It’s a cushion service from a bottom lip as soft and plump as the upper lip.
The Count, caught off guard by the unexpected rush of pleasure, gripped Siwoo’s shoulder tightly, looking perplexed.
아무리 쾌감 없는 섹스를 나누려 했다 한들, 명도처럼 휘어져 가냘픈 속살을 마구마구 후벼대고 말랑한 자궁구를 꾹꾹 눌러대는 감각에는 저항할 수 없다.
It’s like being born a woman makes me furious!
“S-Siwoo… quickly…”
“Kuh…!”
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 the world.
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 a wind that carried the scent of me, you, us, them, it, that, this, here, there, everywhere, nowhere, time, space, the universe, the void, the beginning, the end, everything and nothing.
The wind was blowing.
It was just a wind.
But the moment her expressionless face was stained with pleasure did not last long.
거의 사정 직전에 놓여있던 시우의 물건이 자궁구에 바짝 붙여진 채 뜨거운 사정을 시작했기 때문이다.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line etched deep with the passage of time. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she looked at me.
“So, you’re the one who’s been causing all the commotion?” she asked, her voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot.
I bowed my head slightly, a gesture of respect I’d learned from my grandmother. “I apologize if I’ve caused any trouble, Grandmother.”
She chuckled, a sound like pebbles tumbling down a hill. “Trouble? Oh, child, trouble is just another word for life. And you, you seem to have a knack for stirring things up.”
I didn’t know what to say. I’d always tried to be quiet, to blend into the background. But somehow, I always seemed to find myself in the middle of things.
“Don’t look so worried,” she said, her hand reaching out to pat my arm. Her touch was surprisingly gentle. “It’s not always a bad thing to be noticed. Sometimes, it’s exactly what you need.”
I looked up at her, my eyes searching hers for some kind of answer. “What do you mean?”
She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made me feel like she knew all my secrets. “You’ll find out soon enough, child. You’ll find out.”
She stood up, her old bones creaking with the effort. “Now, come. I have something to show you.”
I followed her, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. I didn’t know where she was taking me, but I had a feeling that my life was about to change forever.
“Ugh… Hmph… Hmmm….”
The white, milky fluid filled the narrow gap.
At the same time, the countess let out a soft moan, matching the rhythm of her throbbing member.
By the time the ultra-short, no-middle-steps, in-vagina ejaculation test was over, her long legs were already wrapped around Siwoo’s waist.
“Nothing… Haaahhh…!!!!”
What happened after the intense ejaculation was…
-Wooooooong!
Fortunately, it was the magic replication that I had suspected was no longer working.
The Count’s back arched like a shrimp as he embraced Siwoo tighter, the pleasure of pure magic seeping into his womb.
The throbbing of his climaxing core, writhing in the relentless pleasure, squeezed out the remaining semen, and the Count reached a climax as magnificent as his appearance.
A tremendous shockwave of magic shook the inside of the carriage, which was surrounded by a barrier.
2.
“I’m so relieved.”
Count Yesod nestled deeply into Siwoo’s arms.
Her voice was unusually fragile.
Though she had appeared outwardly cold as she urged the sexual encounter, her inner self was different.
It wasn’t something that could be solved by simply pacing anxiously, so she had tried to do anything she could.
The dizzying feeling that the newly discovered hope was about to vanish without a trace had made her heart sink.
But as the lightning-fast sex course ended, her legs finally gave way, and she nestled into the sturdy embrace of the man.
“There was no change in the movement of magic that replicates the brand.”
Count Yesod, who had been observing the moment of ejaculation, had clearly discerned the magical workings even amidst the pleasure that turned her mind white.
It wasn’t a full-fledged sexual encounter, and thanks to that, the pleasure wasn’t so intense that it made her lose her reason, so she was able to observe more clearly than usual.
The mechanism that unfolded over about 10 seconds the moment Siwoo ejaculated inside her was reproduced without any change from before.
“Haa…. My heart almost stopped. I’m so relieved, really so relieved.”
While Count Yesod dabbed at her tears, Siwoo awkwardly put his arm around her, his penis still dangling.
“Count Yesod, was there really nothing different from before?”
“Yes, nothing at all. If there was anything different, it’s that the location of the brand that the magic’s touch was tracing seemed slightly different. But it’s within the margin of calculation. If Siwoo’s subconscious goal is to replicate or transplant the brand, it’s natural that he’d want a different spot than the one he explored before.”
“Then… why did it happen?”
The recent sex had confirmed that there were no functional issues.
However, there was no clear answer as to why the same effect didn’t occur with Amelia.
“I’m not sure either… If you need observation, please call me. There aren’t many witches who can surpass me in observation.”
It was a sudden offer to be a spectator, but he politely declined for now.
“That’s a thrilling offer. I’ll try this and that first, and if nothing works, I’ll ask for your help.”
“Okay, do whatever is comfortable for you, Siwoo.”
Siwoo gave a wry smile.
He knew from Count Deneb’s case how embarrassing it was to have sex while being observed.
Cross-verifying with Amelia once more would be the priority.
It was possible that she was just in particularly bad condition that day.
As he was comforting Count Yesod, still not having put on his pants, he noticed her gaze lingering on his member.
“By the way, Siwoo, are you free today?”
“Yes?”
“Actually… until just now, I was too anxious to realize… but I think we were being quite perverted.”
The countess spoke with a languid voice, born from a sense of ease, and tapped Siwoo’s penis with her fingertips.
Even though he had already ejaculated, his penis, which hadn’t felt enough pleasure, twitched at the sharp touch of her nails.
Perverted, huh…
It seemed Count Yesod shared the same vague feeling that Siwoo had.
It was a decision made in haste, deemed the best option at the time, but looking back, there couldn’t have been a more lewd act.
Serving with hands and mouth solely to receive an in-vaginal ejaculation.
Only using her vagina for the final spurt before ejaculation.
Wasn’t it like a mare spreading her legs only to receive a stallion’s seed, solely for the purpose of in-vaginal ejaculation?
Moreover, Lucy hadn’t been able to have relations with Siwoo for quite some time after reconfirming her pleasure as a woman.
The relief that came after the haste and anxiety, combined with the recent sex, was like pouring gasoline on her already smoldering desires.
“It’s embarrassing, but if I’m being honest with only you, Siwoo… I was excited by the feeling of my body being treated like an object.”
Hence, her voice naturally became more seductive.
“How was it for you, Siwoo? The feeling of using my precious pussy… only for in-vaginal ejaculation?”
Her manner of whispering, as if she was being spoiled or wanting more, was also familiar.
His reaction came naturally.
“Because you’re a masochist, Countess.”
“Eek! Siwoo…! Don’t say it so bluntly.”
“You’re not denying it.”
“Ugh…”
Having experienced orgasms while being spanked on her knees, flicked on her clitoris, and doggy-styled with her rear exposed, Count Yesod was a true masochist.
No matter how high Siwoo raised the intensity, she followed along easily, showing a pleasure-drenched expression.
In that sense, the impromptu play from just now might have been to her liking.
“By the way, shouldn’t you be going?”
“I should, but… I don’t know. I feel like I want to be with you, Siwoo, regardless of charity work or anything else. How about you… Siwoo?”
The countess, as if she would drop everything and lie down if Siwoo gave his permission, wiggled her shapely hips.
It was truly a sight that made his penis throb…
“I’m sorry, but the twins’ performance is starting soon.”
If he missed the twins’ performance because he was caught up with her, he wouldn’t be able to handle the resentment of the five O sisters.
“Then, how about tonight?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t think it’ll be possible for a while.”
“Oh my, is it because I’m already a caught fish?”
Count Yesod made a disappointed expression.
“It’s not like that…”
But there was another reason why he rejected her request for a follow-up.
Amelia had been distant from Siwoo until now.
They had only recently reunited, and he felt sorry for having left her alone all this time.
He naturally felt the desire to spend time with Amelia for a while.
Siwoo made a complex and subtle expression as he pondered how to explain this.
“……”
But Count Yesod was quick-witted.
Siwoo had recently engaged in a near-suicidal rescue attempt for Amelia Marigold.
Her confession that she had had relations with him.
And the fact that his relationship with her had started quite casually.
Combining that with Siwoo’s indecisive nature, the story was obvious.
Though it was a shame, she chose to end the situation with a joke rather than clinging on.
“You’re such a bad man, Siwoo. Duke Tiferet, Miss Evergreen, Miss Marigold, and even me… If all of Siwoo’s lovers walked down the street together, it would be quite a sight, wouldn’t it?”
“I feel kind of sorry.”
“If you’re sorry, make it hot when we ‘research’ next time. And be sure to tell me if anything else seems off.”
“Of course.”
Count Yesod lightly kissed Siwoo on the cheek and checked her attire one last time.
Somehow, Siwoo managed to finish in 20 minutes, and he was able to watch the twins’ performance without being late.
