## Chapter 543 – #114_R’Lyeh Nukelavi
#543
1.
The scent of the 23rd tier.
Its effect was immense.
Even after two instances of ejaculation and mana replication, the lust, which usually subsides after one or two times, remained vigorous.
“Heeuh… uuh…”
As a result, I ended up ejaculating a thick load of semen inside R’lyeh a total of five times in various positions.
Since Si-woo had never lost a match of bed jiu-jitsu, R’lyeh fainted at least ten times, and in the end, her small womb was filled to the brim with semen.
Of course, the cervix is so narrow that no matter how closely you press and ejaculate, it’s impossible for all that semen to enter the uterus…
“Hiss… hit… ugh…”
Even while unconscious, R’lyeh’s cunt was twitching, and white, foamy semen was constantly flowing out, making me think that maybe it really did fill up.
Even so, I don’t think it was this intense when I was with Amelia and my teacher…
I’m thinking that maybe it’s the backlash from holding back for too long after smelling the scent.
Finally, my erection subsided.
Looking at R’lyeh, who was knocked out on the bed, my reason finally returned and cried out.
“I’m fucked.”
Siwoo, arms crossed, finished analyzing the current situation in a calm voice.
Because, as you can see, we’re fucked.
Ruel repeatedly refused during the act.
Whether he hadn’t intended to go all the way to sex, or whether he’d changed his mind halfway through because it was too difficult, I don’t know. But he asked to stop and even crawled away.
But ignoring her expressions of refusal, he pinned R’lyeh down and, in the end, thoroughly ravaged her for eight hours straight, leaving her with barely any consciousness left.
How would the proud R’lyeh react when she woke up?
Sweat trickled down the back of my neck at the thought that the intimacy we had built up until now might crumble in an instant.
“Hoo…”
Even so, I was too harsh.
첫 경험부터 난폭하게 겪은 그녀의 성기는 벌겋게 부어 있었고, 팔다리가 울긋불긋한 손자국으로 가득하다.
It was a bruise from subduing R’lyeh, who was trying to resist.
To minimize her anger and show remorse, I started cleaning up.
Rülie, exhausted, had fallen into a deep sleep for almost an hour.
After roughly cleaning the bed with a cleanliness spell, I carefully wiped her body with a towel soaked in warm water.
가장 처치 곤란이었던 것은 끝없이 하얀 정액이 새어나오는 그녀의 속살이었는데 별수 없이 손가락으로 벅벅 긁어낸 뒤 수건을 이용해 닦아주었다.
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, moved with surprising dexterity as she kneaded the dough.
“You’re back again, are you?” she said, her voice raspy but warm, like a well-worn blanket. “Always sniffing around for a taste of my cooking.”
I grinned, leaning against the doorframe of her tiny kitchen. The air was thick with the aroma of garlic and chili, a scent that always made my stomach rumble. “It’s the best food in town, Grandma. You know that.”
She chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “Flattery will get you everywhere, young one. But I suppose I can spare a little something for a hungry boy.”
She pinched off a piece of dough, rolled it into a small ball, and then flattened it with the palm of her hand. The rhythmic slap-slap of the dough against the wooden board was a familiar sound, a comforting melody that had been the soundtrack of my childhood.
“So,” she said, her eyes twinkling, “what brings you around today? Not just my cooking, I hope.”
I hesitated, my gaze drifting to the small window overlooking the narrow alleyway. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. “I… I need your help, Grandma.”
Her hands stilled, and she looked at me, her expression suddenly serious. “Help? What kind of help?”
I took a deep breath, the words catching in my throat. “It’s… it’s about the old stories. The ones you used to tell me when I was little.”
A flicker of something passed across her face, something I couldn’t quite decipher. “The old stories?” she repeated, her voice softer now. “Those are just stories, child. Nothing more.”
“But they’re not, are they?” I said, my voice rising with a desperate urgency. “They’re real. I know they are.”
She sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to carry the weight of the world. “And what makes you think that?”
I looked at her, my eyes pleading. “Because I’ve seen them, Grandma. I’ve seen the creatures from the stories. They’re out there, in the shadows.”
Her gaze held mine for a long moment, and then she turned back to her dough, her hands moving with a renewed purpose. “The shadows play tricks on the eyes, child. You must be careful not to believe everything you see.”
“But I’m not imagining it,” I insisted. “They’re real, and they’re dangerous. I need to know how to stop them.”
She didn’t answer, her silence hanging heavy in the air. The only sound was the rhythmic slap-slap of the dough, a sound that suddenly felt ominous, like the beating of a drum before a battle.
Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. “The old stories… they hold truths, yes. But they also hold dangers. Be careful what you seek, child. Some things are better left undisturbed.”
I knew she wasn’t going to tell me everything, not yet. But I also knew that she held the key to understanding the world that was slowly revealing itself to me. And I wasn’t going to give up until I had unlocked all of its secrets.
사실 그 행위 자체가 어려웠다기보다는 방금까지 자지가 들락날락 거리던 속살의 감촉을 느끼다 보니 문득 솟아오르는 욕망을 참는 것이 어려웠다 할 수 있겠다.
Moreover, Ruelle twisted her body, letting out a strange sigh each time the inner folds scratched against my fingertips.
Anyway, without succumbing to my inner turmoil, I took out her underwear from the closet and carefully dressed her, then waited for L’Riel to wake up.
“Umm…. Ummm… Hah…!”
She shot up, her back ramrod straight, like a private hearing reveille.
“Did you cough, Your Majesty?”
Her eyes, which had been darting around, met mine. L’Riel stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, with a surprised and dazed expression.
Before her, still not fully grasping the situation, I at least politely clasped my hands and bowed my head. I had been waiting to apologize the moment she woke up.
“About yesterday, I…”
I had three excuses to be forgiven by her.
First, that I feel an uncontrollable lust when I smell a witch’s scent.
Second, that L’Riel had made me smell her scent first and attacked me.
And lastly, that I had generously filled her empty brand with magic.
-Crack!
But before I could even begin my excuses, a cracking sound came from the bed.
There was no need to ponder for long what it was.
Because when I glanced up, Luelue, her face flushed crimson, was grinding her teeth.
She was so angry that her usually fine hair was standing on end like an angry cat.
“P-please, kill me…!”
“I was going to do that anyway! You vile thing, worse than an earthworm! What kind of Minister of Internal Affairs are you! You are a slave! A slave! From now on, forever, for generations to come, I shall bestow upon you the punishment of slavery!”
She was truly angry.
The tingling sensation of her rage was transmitted along with the tremors of her newly charged, ferocious magic power.
Well, anyone would be furious if they were treated like that during their first experience.
Especially Luelue, who had such high pride.
“Get out! Don’t eat breakfast! I won’t give you lunch! Dinner is out of the question too! Get lost, you hear meeeeee!!!!”
Shiwoo was chased out while listening to Luelue’s Luelue-rant.
The large door slammed shut with a bang, as if to say she would never allow him to approach again.
2.
After chasing Shiwoo out, Luelue kept huffing and puffing.
This was the fourth time she had gotten angry because of him.
Moreover, this fourth time was a serious matter that could not be easily forgiven.
He dared to defy the Queen’s orders and forced an unreasonable act, so that was treason.
Not only did he do that until she fainted, but he also continued doing it, treating her like a toy even after she had fainted, so that was another act of treason.
He learned of the Queen’s weakness, which should never be revealed to anyone, so that was yet another act of treason.
Even though Llewellyn had been lenient with him until now, a triple axel of treason was hard to forgive.
Moreover.
“Ugh… ugh…! Ugh…!”
Llewellyn pressed down on her still-twitching lower abdomen with her hand.
It wasn’t just her lower abdomen.
Her entire inner flesh, which had been repeatedly scratched by his member, throbbed intermittently in time with her heartbeat.
A woman’s orgasm naturally leaves a long afterglow.
Having experienced it nearly a dozen times, Llewellyn’s body still held a lingering, ember-like sensuality.
And that served to constantly scratch at Llewellyn’s pride.
“You insolent wretch! I was being so generous!”
She had even tried to comfort his hard work by personally caressing his member with her mouth, yet he wasn’t satisfied and had dared to pounce on her.
The more she thought about it, the less she could forgive him.
Of course, Llewellyn had cleanly erased the memory of her sneaking into Siwoo’s room, half out of curiosity, and doing so against his will.
“I shall impose a severe punishment!”
What kind of punishment would be appropriate?
This was the most heinous incident in the history of the Nukelavi Dynasty.
There was no way there would be a suitable precedent.
Llewellyn felt her pelvis tremble even more, fueling her anger, and carefully sat down on the chair.
It was to think deeply about his punishment.
“Indeed, the death penalty is fitting.”
If it was a case of violating the monarch of a nation, then the death penalty would naturally be the appropriate punishment.
Llewellyn, who had jumped up from her seat to pass judgment and execute him immediately, quietly sat back down.
“…Even so, the death penalty is too harsh.”
On second thought, even if his crime was severe, she didn’t want to kill him.
There were four reasons for this.
First.
He possessed a variety of knowledge about the current world that Llewellyn didn’t know.
The stories of modern civilization he often shared during meals were excellent conversation starters.
Stories like department stores that were hundreds of meters tall, or advanced portable devices that allowed people to communicate face-to-face with people on the other side of the planet, even though they weren’t military equipment.
It would be a shame to no longer hear those fascinating stories.
Second.
Honestly, if we’re talking about the sensations themselves, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
She had learned that her body could feel such dizzying pleasure, and that when that pleasure was layered, it could be so blissful as to be painful.
Although she was stubbornly denying the truth, the fact that her autonomous defense system hadn’t activated all night meant that Llewellyn had also tacitly agreed.
Third.
“A wise ruler should be able to generously forgive the mistakes of their friends.”
Although Shin Siwoo was a subject, he was, without a doubt, her second friend.
Even if you only considered the time they had spent together, it was much longer than her first friend.
Finally….
Llewellyn glanced down at the mark filled with her magic.
It hadn’t been long since she had finished her trial, and her remaining magic was running low.
However, for some reason, while she was being assaulted by him yesterday, her magic had filled up to the brim.
Moreover, it was pure and untainted magic that didn’t even require self-assimilation.
She needed to ask him about this phenomenon as well.
Depending on how it was used, she could see Shin Siwoo’s limitless potential.
However, she couldn’t just let it slide without any punishment.
It was a matter of prestige.
First, as she had firmly declared to him, she would starve him.
As a spirit, he wouldn’t starve to death, but limiting his meals in a submarine where there wasn’t much to enjoy besides food was a terrifying punishment.
“Alright, I’ve decided.”
Llewellyn was about to walk with dignity to deliver the verdict to Siwoo, but she ended up walking with a staggering gait, as some residual heat still lingered.
-Creak!
She didn’t have to go far.
This ship was like an extension of Llewellyn’s body, so if she was aboard the Akula, figuring out Siwoo’s location was a piece of cake.
He was kneeling in front of the bedroom, waiting, as soon as he was kicked out of the room.
“I am truly sorry.”
Shin Siwoo bowed his head without any excuses.
A stern voice pierced the back of his head.
“Raise your head.”
When he looked up, Llewellyn, who had strode closer, had her palm raised high.
-Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The stinging slaps that were swung down landed on his cheek with a resounding smack.
He could have blocked them if he wanted to, and he could have dodged them if he wanted to, but he obediently took all five.
“I shall hear your excuses.”
After the summary punishment to vent her anger, the confession time began.
