## Chapter 514 – #109_Missing
#514
1.
Eight days and nights had passed.
Considering that the aquarium’s day cycle was 8 hours, about 3 days had passed in outside time.
The fact that Siwoo and Deneb still hadn’t escaped the aquarium meant they still couldn’t defeat the Kraken in one blow.
Also, today marked the 9th time for the bee sex with Deneb.
The summary of the schedule so far is simple.
As soon as the day cycle begins, I recharge Deneb, who has been depleted of her magic.
During the remaining time, Deneb scribbles with a pen to research a more efficient poison.
When night falls, Deneb strikes the Kraken.
The end.
It feels like I’m endlessly running a raid that fails if you don’t defeat it within the time limit.
In this case, the coin would be an in-vaginal ejaculation.
In fact, Deneb’s magic had already been strengthened to an extent that was incomparable to the beginning.
The problem was that the raid boss, the Kraken, had stopped coming out of the water entirely since the fifth night.
The Kraken, who initially tried to devour us, seemed to have realized that Siwoo and Deneb were no longer prey.
Neither Deneb nor Siwoo had a good solution.
The thick seawater acted as a reliable buffer, filtering out Deneb’s magic, and the Kraken, with its enhanced regeneration in the water, easily withstood Deneb’s attacks.
“Haa…”
Siwoo, with his pants off, was fondling his own thing.
He tried his best not to show it to Deneb, but he was starting to worry about the people waiting outside.
Amelia, the twins, Sharon, and maybe even his returned master, would surely be worried.
Leaving just a note and being missing for three days would probably put them on high alert.
That wasn’t the only problem.
It wasn’t the magic recharge itself that was the issue.
Siwoo’s special thing successfully completed the magic recharge without any side effects, and he had adapted to this abnormal sex, so the sex between Deneb and Siwoo had been very short and simple so far.
At most, about a minute.
Siwoo could ejaculate inside Deneb almost immediately after insertion, and Deneb had also become skilled at gauging that timing.
But he could feel that he was gradually losing control of his desires.
He hadn’t unconsciously grabbed Deneb’s chest tightly like last time, but having to ejaculate immediately after insertion and pull out was quite a chore.
He judged that this was probably because he had inhaled too much of her scent during the various processes.
Siwoo’s body was steadily accumulating the traces of the target and trying to unleash its desires.
A one-minute quickie was too short to quell that near-frenzied desire.
Even instant curry takes 3 minutes to cook, so one minute?
No matter how good ejaculation feels, isn’t the basic of sex moving?
Deneb seemed not to be particularly frustrated as she reached her peak from the recharge, but Siwoo felt that his impulse control was getting harder as the day went on.
“Please let us catch it today…”
He could only pray with his hands together that they would successfully defeat it today.
2.
Meanwhile, Deneb in the next room was also sighing as she comforted herself.
-Squish squish squish
“Haaah…”
The fox in The Little Prince said, “If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll start to be happy at three.”
Once the implicit rule was set that the time for their intercourse was one hour after the start of the day, Deneb’s body would heat up as soon as it got light.
At this point, she would be wet enough for insertion without having to masturbate.
So, Deneb’s masturbation until this squishing sound was heard was an act to soothe her unfulfilled thirst.
The first time was the most painful.
It was her first experience, and Siwoo’s thing was incredibly large, and even after the intercourse, her lower body was so sore that her back ached.
The second time felt better than the first.
She was still adjusting to this unusual sex, so Siwoo, who had climbed on top of Deneb, moved inside her a few times before ejaculating.
After the trial and error of the third and fourth times.
The two had now reached the point where they could ejaculate as soon as they merged.
And at some point, Deneb was feeling a ‘lack’.
It feels very good to have her magic recharged.
The pleasure of being able to tremble all over her body while experiencing an orgasm.
Up to the fourth time, Deneb could say that she was fully satisfied with this.
For a while, she was panting with pleasure to the point where she couldn’t even get up properly.
“Ugh…”
However, it was during the fifth recharge that Deneb found an ominous sign.
She felt a kind of abnormal desire.
Even after the recharge was over and she reached her peak, she felt a void as if something was missing.
When his thing was pulled out of her belly as the spasms subsided, and they awkwardly exchanged a few words before hurriedly turning their backs, she even felt a strange resentment.
It was as if she had been abandoned…
Of course, it wasn’t a situation where they were abandoning each other, and she knew that Siwoo was being considerate of her position, but still.
So, Deneb rationalized it herself.
This is a crisis situation where anything could happen.
Even if she’s a witch, she’s still fundamentally human.
Her stressed body was stimulating her reproductive urges, increasing her libido.
It wasn’t just a random fabrication.
Even though she acted nonchalant so Siwoo wouldn’t get anxious, Deneb was feeling uneasy.
What if she had to be trapped here forever?
What if the deep-sea witch suddenly intervened, creating a situation they couldn’t handle?
It was an undeniable truth that this kind of anxiety would temporarily subside the moment she touched him skin-to-skin.
Physical contact and orgasms induce the release of oxytocin from the hypothalamus, which brings psychological comfort. So, it was true that her relationship with him was somewhat of a sedative.
Also, considering that this oxytocin is a love hormone that draws affection towards the opposite sex and is officially classified as a ‘uterine contraction hormone,’ it wasn’t strange that her feelings towards Siwoo were changing in a peculiar way.
She had even almost kissed his neck yesterday, right after he had finished climaxing.
Thus, from the sixth time onwards, she found herself unconsciously anticipating when Siwoo, having finished masturbating right before climax, would open the door and come in.
It was a very small inner voice, so faint that it would be inaudible if she didn’t pay attention.
But it was clearly a vulgar whisper, like, ‘Maybe he’ll fail to control himself today and move a little more?’ or ‘Maybe he won’t be able to resist the temptation and pounce on me, like when he grabbed my breasts without permission?’
“I’m coming in.”
Hearing Siwoo’s voice, Deneb hastily stopped masturbating.
He entered without knocking, leaping between Deneb’s legs as she lay on the bed.
This was the moment Deneb anticipated the most, the moment her heart raced with excitement.
Without a word, Siwoo took hold and lightly rubbed against Deneb’s lower lips, who was fully prepared. He had arrived just in time, almost at the point of climax, so his actions were naturally swift. If he missed the timing, they might have to go through it twice.
At that moment, Deneb recalled something.
The longest they had been intimate was during their first time. Deneb had kept Siwoo waiting outside for a long time, saying she needed to prepare herself mentally.
During that time, he had “cooled down,” and with the added opinion that Deneb also needed to adjust, they had moved inside a few times.
So then….
If I intentionally delay Siwoo’s insertion, wouldn’t that mean I could naturally move a little more?
Just as the tip was about to be inserted, Deneb’s cold foot, which had been extended upwards, lightly pushes against Siwoo’s chest.
“Siwoo…! W-wait a moment…!”
“Ugh…!”
As Siwoo’s body tilted from Deneb’s push, the object, only partially inserted, slid out.
그 과정에서 꽉 조이는 데네브의 보지 입구에 자극을 받은 물건이 사정을 시작한다.
The old woman’s face, weathered like a dried persimmon, was a map of wrinkles. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a sharp glint as she stared at me.
“So, you’re the one they call the ‘Ghost of the Alley’?” Her voice was raspy, like dry leaves crunching underfoot.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I pulled the hood of my cloak further over my face, trying to disappear into the shadows of the narrow alleyway. The stench of rotting fish and damp earth clung to the air, a familiar perfume in this forgotten corner of the city.
“Don’t be shy, child. I’ve seen more ghosts than you’ve had hot meals.” She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “They say you can slip through walls, that you’re faster than the wind. Is it true?”
I shifted my weight, the worn leather of my boots scraping against the cobblestones. The old woman’s gaze was unnerving, like a hawk’s, piercing through my disguise.
“They also say you steal from the rich and give to the poor. A regular Robin Hood, but with a ghost’s touch.” She leaned closer, her breath smelling of stale herbs. “Is that why you’re here? To steal from me?”
I finally spoke, my voice a low murmur. “I don’t steal from the needy.”
“Needy?” The old woman cackled again, a sound that echoed off the grimy walls. “Child, I’ve seen more need than you can imagine. But I’m not needy. I’m just… old.”
She reached into the folds of her worn shawl and pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden box. It was dark and polished, the wood gleaming faintly in the dim light.
“This,” she said, her voice suddenly serious, “is what I want you to steal.”
I stared at the box, my curiosity piqued. It didn’t look like anything of great value, but the way the old woman held it, with such reverence, suggested otherwise.
“Why?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“Because,” she said, her eyes twinkling with a strange light, “it’s the only way to keep it safe.”
She placed the box in my outstretched hand. It was surprisingly light, almost weightless.
“Take it, Ghost of the Alley. And don’t let anyone else have it.”
Before I could ask any more questions, she turned and shuffled away, disappearing into the labyrinth of the alleyway as quickly as she had appeared. I was left standing alone, the wooden box clutched in my hand, the old woman’s words echoing in my mind.
What had I just gotten myself into?
-Psh! Psh! Psh!
“Kya…!”
An enormous amount of ejaculation.
The first target of the lecherous anti-aircraft gun was Deneb’s elegant face.
The sound of the rain was deafening.
It was a downpour that seemed to have emptied the sky, and the world outside the window was a blurry mess of gray. I was sitting on the sofa, curled up with a blanket, watching the rain. The rhythmic drumming on the windowpane was strangely soothing, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me.
I had always loved the rain. It was a time when the world seemed to slow down, when the hustle and bustle of everyday life faded into the background. It was a time for introspection, for quiet contemplation.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The air was cool and damp, and it carried the scent of wet earth. It was a smell that always made me feel nostalgic, reminding me of my childhood.
I opened my eyes and looked around the room. It was small and cozy, with bookshelves lining the walls and a fireplace in the corner. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape from the world.
I picked up a book from the coffee table and began to read. The words on the page seemed to come alive, transporting me to another world. I lost myself in the story, forgetting about the rain and everything else.
Time seemed to stand still as I read. The only sound was the gentle turning of the pages and the rhythmic drumming of the rain. I was completely at peace, content in my own little world.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I jumped, startled by the sudden intrusion. I put down my book and went to the door.
I opened it to find a young woman standing on the porch. She was soaked to the bone, her hair plastered to her face. She was shivering, and her teeth were chattering.
“Can I help you?” I asked, my voice filled with concern.
“I… I need help,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “My car broke down, and I don’t know what to do.”
I looked at her, my heart filled with compassion. “Come in,” I said, stepping aside. “You must be freezing.”
She stepped inside, and I closed the door behind her. She was even more soaked than I had thought. Her clothes were clinging to her body, and her face was pale.
“Here,” I said, handing her a towel. “Dry yourself off.”
She took the towel and began to rub her hair. “Thank you,” she said, her voice still trembling.
“You’re welcome,” I replied. “Now, let’s get you something warm to drink.”
I led her to the kitchen and made her a cup of hot tea. She sat at the table, wrapped in a blanket, sipping the tea.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name is Hana,” she replied.
“I’m Minji,” I said. “It’s nice to meet you, Hana.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Minji,” she said, a small smile forming on her face.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the gentle clinking of our cups. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, it was warm and cozy.
I looked at Hana, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection to her. She was a stranger, but I felt like I had known her for a long time.
“So,” I said, breaking the silence. “What happened to your car?”
Hana sighed. “I don’t know,” she said. “It just stopped working. I was on my way to see my grandmother, and now I’m stranded.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’ll figure something out.”
I spent the rest of the evening with Hana, talking and getting to know each other. We talked about our lives, our dreams, and our fears. We laughed, we cried, and we shared our deepest secrets.
By the time the rain stopped, we had become the best of friends. I knew that I would never forget the day that Hana came into my life.
The next morning, I helped Hana get her car fixed. We said goodbye, promising to stay in touch. As I watched her drive away, I felt a sense of gratitude for the unexpected friendship that had blossomed in the midst of a storm.
I went back inside, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. The rain had stopped, and the sun was shining. The world outside was bright and new.
I knew that I would never forget the day that the rain brought Hana into my life. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope for a brighter tomorrow.
엉겁결에 정액 세례를 맞게 된 데네브는 얼굴을 찌푸렸고, 뒤늦게 수습에 나선 덕에 그녀의 아랫배에 정액을 싸는 것에 성공했다.
Unintentionally, I ejaculated outside.
Her semen pooled like a spring in the hollow of her navel, above her smooth abdomen.
The day I became a princess, I was seven years old.
It was a day that started like any other. I woke up in the morning, ate breakfast, and went to the orphanage. I played with the other kids, read a book, and then it was time for lunch.
The orphanage was a place where many children lived together. I didn’t know my parents, and I didn’t have any siblings. I was just one of many children living there.
I wasn’t particularly special. I wasn’t particularly pretty, and I wasn’t particularly smart. I was just an ordinary child.
But that day, everything changed.
After lunch, a group of people came to the orphanage. They were all dressed in fancy clothes, and they looked very important. The director of the orphanage, who was usually very calm, was very nervous.
The people in fancy clothes looked around the orphanage, and then they stopped in front of me.
“Is this the child?” one of them asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the director replied, bowing deeply.
Your Majesty? I tilted my head. Who was this person?
“She’s much smaller than I expected,” another person said.
“She’s still young,” the first person said. “But she’s definitely the one.”
I didn’t understand what they were talking about. Who were these people, and why were they looking at me?
“Child,” the first person said, looking at me. “What is your name?”
“My name is Ari,” I replied.
“Ari,” the person repeated. “From today, you are no longer Ari. You are Princess Ariadne.”
Princess? I blinked. What was going on?
“You are the only surviving member of the royal family,” the person continued. “You are the rightful heir to the throne.”
I didn’t understand. I was just a child living in an orphanage. How could I be a princess?
“We will take you to the palace,” the person said. “You will live there from now on.”
I was confused, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.
The people in fancy clothes took me out of the orphanage. I looked back at the other children, and they were all looking at me with wide eyes.
I got into a fancy carriage, and we drove away. I looked out the window, and I saw the orphanage getting smaller and smaller.
I was leaving the only home I had ever known. I was going to a place I had never been before.
I was going to be a princess.
I didn’t know what to expect. I was scared, but I was also excited.
What would it be like to be a princess?
“Ugh….”
“I, I’m sorry!”
“…It’s okay.”
Deneb, her face painted with hot semen, twitched her eyebrows and then cleanly removed the semen with magic.
Fortunately, there was no immediate fiery outburst.
“I’ll go to the next room and recharge.”
But as things stood, recharging was unavoidable.
Just as she was about to get up from her spot,
“……”
Suddenly, Deneb’s hand reached down and grasped Siwoo’s member.
The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a roadmap of a life lived. 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? Little rascal.”
I puffed out my chest, trying to look as confident as possible. “I am smart! I’m the smartest kid in the whole village!”
She reached out a gnarled hand and pinched my cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me squirm. “Smart, huh? Let’s see if you’re smart enough to find the hidden treasure.”
My eyes widened. “Hidden treasure? Really?”
“Really,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “But it’s not just lying around waiting for you. You have to solve the riddles.”
Riddles! This was even better than I imagined. I loved riddles. “I’m ready! Tell me the first one!”
The old woman leaned back in her rocking chair, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Alright, little smarty-pants. Here’s the first one: I have cities, but no houses; forests, but no trees; and water, but no fish. What am I?”
I thought for a moment, tapping my chin with my finger. Cities, but no houses… forests, but no trees… water, but no fish… It couldn’t be a real place. It was something else… something that represented a place.
“A map!” I shouted, my face lighting up with excitement.
The old woman clapped her hands together, her eyes twinkling. “That’s right! You are smart, I’ll give you that. But the next riddle will be harder.”
I grinned. “I can handle it! Bring it on!”
She leaned forward again, her voice low and mysterious. “Okay, here’s the next one: What has an eye, but cannot see?”
I frowned, thinking hard. An eye, but cannot see… What could that be? I looked around the room, trying to find something that fit the description. A doll? No, dolls have eyes that can see. A picture? No, pictures don’t have eyes.
I racked my brain, but I couldn’t figure it out. “I don’t know,” I admitted, feeling a little defeated.
The old woman chuckled again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “A needle, you silly goose! A needle has an eye, but it can’t see.”
I smacked my forehead. Of course! How could I have missed that? “Okay, okay, I get it. I’m ready for the next one!”
“Alright, then,” she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. “This one is the hardest of them all. Listen carefully: What is always in front of you but can’t be seen?”
I pondered this one for a long time. Always in front of me, but can’t be seen… It was like a ghost, but not quite. It was something that was always there, but I couldn’t grasp it.
I looked at the old woman, her face a mask of anticipation. I looked at the room, at the objects around me. I looked at my hands, at my feet. And then, it hit me.
“The future!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with triumph. “The future is always in front of me, but I can’t see it!”
The old woman’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s… that’s right,” she said, a hint of awe in her voice. “You’ve solved all the riddles.”
My heart pounded with excitement. “So, where’s the treasure?”
She smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached her eyes. “The treasure isn’t gold or jewels, little one. The treasure is the knowledge you gained along the way. The ability to think, to solve problems, to see the world in a different way. That’s the real treasure.”
I looked at her, a little confused. I had expected a chest full of gold, not… this. But as I thought about it, I realized she was right. The riddles had made me think, had made me use my brain in ways I hadn’t before. And that, I realized, was more valuable than any gold.
I smiled back at the old woman, a genuine smile this time. “You’re right,” I said. “Thank you.”
She reached out and ruffled my hair. “You’re welcome, little smarty-pants. Now, go on, go play. And remember, the real treasure is always within you.”
I nodded, feeling a sense of accomplishment and understanding. I ran out of the old woman’s house, ready to face the world with my newfound knowledge. The treasure hunt had been more than just a game; it had been a lesson, a journey of discovery. And I knew, deep down, that I would never forget it.
그러더니 아직도 발기가 풀리지 않은 물건을 자신의 안에 조심스레 집어넣었다.
뜨거운 그녀의 보짓살이 사정 직후 민감해진 자지를 끈적하게 받아주었다.
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 walking.
I was walking, and the wind was blowing.
“Deneb, what is this…?”
Siwoo, oblivious to her intentions, stood there dumbly. She desperately avoided his gaze, her face flushed crimson, and spoke in a voice as small as a mosquito’s.
“Do it… masturbate….”
“자위를 하려면… 우선 빼야 하는데요….”
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 sound of the waves was like a lullaby.
I was sitting on the beach, watching the waves.
The sun was setting, and the sky was turning orange.
It was a beautiful sight.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the waves.
I felt at peace.
I opened my eyes and looked at the sea again.
The sun had set, and the sky was now dark.
The stars were beginning to appear.
It was a beautiful night.
I stood up and walked along the beach.
The sand was cool beneath my feet.
I walked for a long time, until I was tired.
I sat down on the sand again and looked at the stars.
I felt happy.
I was alone, but I didn’t feel lonely.
I was at peace.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Instead of her mouth answering, it was Deneb’s long leg that gently wrapped around Siwoo’s waist.
As if helping with the insertion, the leg, wrapped around to prevent Siwoo from escaping, was gently pulled forward.
Watching her actions, Siwoo, who had been half-doubting, finally understood Deneb’s intentions.
The little aunt was saying.
The wind was blowing.
It was a wind that carried the scent of the sea.
I was sitting on the beach, staring blankly at the waves.
The waves were crashing, and the sound was deafening.
I closed my eyes.
The sound of the waves was still there.
I opened my eyes.
The waves were still crashing.
I stood up.
The sand was warm beneath my feet.
I walked towards the water.
The water was cold.
I stepped into the water.
The water was up to my ankles.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my knees.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my waist.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my chest.
I kept walking.
The water was up to my neck.
I kept walking.
The water was over my head.
I was underwater.
I opened my eyes.
The water was clear.
I could see the bottom.
I could see the fish.
I could see the seaweed.
I closed my eyes.
I could still see the fish.
I could still see the seaweed.
I opened my eyes.
I was still underwater.
I started to swim.
I swam towards the bottom.
I reached the bottom.
I sat down.
The sand was cold.
I closed my eyes.
I could still feel the sand.
I could still feel the water.
I opened my eyes.
I was still at the bottom.
I stood up.
I started to swim back up.
I reached the surface.
I took a deep breath.
I swam back to the shore.
I stepped out of the water.
The sand was warm again.
I sat down.
I looked at the waves.
The waves were still crashing.
I closed my eyes.
The sound of the waves was still there.
I opened my eyes.
The waves were still crashing.
I stood up.
I walked away from the beach.
The wind was still blowing.
It was still carrying the scent of the sea.
그녀의 몸을 이용해 자위하라고.
The old man’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years he’d spent under the relentless sun. He sat on the porch, a worn straw hat shading his eyes, and watched the dust devils dance across the parched earth. The cicadas buzzed their monotonous song, a soundtrack to the slow, deliberate rhythm of his life. He’d seen seasons come and go, felt the sting of loss and the quiet joy of simple moments. Now, he waited, his gaze fixed on the horizon, for the sun to dip below the hills, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she had weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she watched me struggle with the heavy wooden door. “You’re not as strong as you look, young man,” she chuckled, her voice raspy like dry leaves rustling in the wind.
I managed a strained smile, finally getting the door open with a loud creak. “It’s just… a bit stubborn,” I said, wiping sweat from my brow. The air inside was cool and musty, a stark contrast to the humid heat outside. It smelled of old books and dried herbs, a comforting scent that reminded me of my grandmother’s attic.
“Stubborn, just like you,” the old woman retorted, hobbling inside with the aid of a gnarled wooden cane. “Come on, don’t just stand there like a scarecrow. I haven’t got all day.”
I followed her into the dimly lit room, my eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom. Shelves lined the walls, overflowing with jars of strange powders, dried plants, and leather-bound books. It was like stepping into a forgotten apothecary, a place where magic and medicine intertwined.
“So,” the old woman said, turning to face me, her eyes piercing through the shadows. “You’re the one who wants to learn the old ways, eh?”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for. “Yes, I am,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly. “I want to learn everything you can teach me.”
A slow smile spread across her face, revealing a set of surprisingly white teeth. “Then you’ve come to the right place, young man. But be warned, the old ways are not for the faint of heart. They require dedication, patience, and a willingness to embrace the unknown.”
I took a deep breath, my resolve hardening. “I’m ready,” I said, meeting her gaze with unwavering determination. “I’m ready for anything.”
The old woman’s smile widened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something else in her eyes, something ancient and powerful. “Good,” she said, her voice dropping to a low whisper. “Then let’s begin.”
