They Say There Are Many Ways To Obtain Pleasure In This World.
Alcohol, tobacco, gourmet food, drugs, sex, and so on.
As you can see, there’s an endless array of choices if you were to list them all.
If asked to pick the most dangerous among these countless paths, Siwoo would, without hesitation, choose sex stemming from lust.
It’s because he’s currently experiencing firsthand just how reckless and dangerous a libido, once ignited, can become.
He knew that things could go to shit if he wasn’t careful, yet his dick was still hard.
Even while drunk.
Even knowing that this relationship could lead to various unpleasant consequences if discovered, his raging lower body showed no signs of calming down.
“You don’t hate it, do you?”
“You enjoyed yourself when you played with us too, Assistant.”
The twins, who had approached within arm’s reach, gently extended their arms and clung to Siwoo’s arms, one on each side.
They looked like young ladies begging him to play more.
In truth, it’s hard to say that this gift was solely for Siwoo.
It was probably filled with the twins’ ulterior motives.
After all, despite their appearance, they were quite sly and always trying to initiate lewd acts with Siwoo.
Nevertheless, the softness, completely different from the male counterpart, felt through the fabric, and the marshmallow-like sweet sensation disarmed Siwoo’s sense of danger.
The plump breasts and the protrusions at their tips rubbed against the fabric, asserting their presence.
Giggles echoed from both sides.
Even without looking in a mirror, he could guess that his expression was incredibly foolish right now.
“Assistant, sit here.”
“If I had known it would be like this, I would have put a bed here.”
They didn’t bother asking Siwoo’s opinion.
Even if Siwoo questioned it, they would likely try to persuade him with, “It’s a gift!”
“Should we turn off the lights? I’m a little embarrassed.”
“But we agreed to show our bodies properly to our assistant.”
“I think this is enough. Besides, our assistant seems totally out of it.”
The twins playfully teased each other in front of Siwoo, who was half-dazed and staring blankly.
Thanks to their perfect height, the breasts and nipples flickering before his eyes were mesmerizing Siwoo.
Could any man possibly refuse in this situation?
“Assistant, you’re not reacting as much as we thought?”
“Are you worried about us?”
The twins’ faces suddenly came into view.
Just a moment ago, they seemed somewhat shy, but Siwoo’s reaction seemed to have emboldened them.
“Assistant…?”
“Pfft!”
Odile waved her hand in front of Siwoo’s face, trying to snap him out of it.
Siwoo gasped for air like someone waking from a trance.
He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath.
“Is that all the reaction you’re going to give us?”
Odile, grinning and showing her white teeth, reached out and gently stroked Siwoo’s cheek.
It seemed like she was more embarrassed by this hand gesture than when she was taking off her clothes and showing her naked body.
It must be because it’s more suggestive.
“Assistant, if you’re worried about damaging our vessels, you don’t have to back away like that.”
“We’ve also prepared a special measure! With this, even if Master finds out, he won’t scold us too much. Besides, Siwoo, you’re already our benefactor! What could possibly go wrong?”
Compared to the times when he had to risk his life being toyed with by the twins, it was true that his safety was much more guaranteed now.
Besides, Count Jemernai, whom he met today, seemed to have a rather gentle personality.
“Odette, show our secret weapon to the assistant.”
“What? Why me! You show him, sister!”
“You’re going to see it all soon anyway.”
“Still, it’s kind of embarrassing…”
Siwoo, who was slowly starting to face reality, finally noticed that the twins’ conversation was somewhat bizarre.
What were they trying to show him that they were being so hesitant about?
Odette, who had been approaching hesitantly, suddenly sat down on Siwoo’s thigh, with one buttock perched on it.
Her face was getting closer, and he thought she was going to try to kiss him, but she wasn’t.
“Assistant, can you lend me your ear for a moment?”
“Odette, aren’t you taking too long?”
Ignoring Odile’s provocation, Odette stuck close to Siwoo’s ear.
Her soft, breathy whisper tickled his earlobe.
“Assistant, I actually remember everything that happened with you today…”
“Ah… okay.”
Although his sense of time was a bit off because of the huge incident that had occurred in between, it was indeed today that he had opened Odette’s rear.
He hadn’t extracted the semen he had ejaculated inside Odette, and it wouldn’t just disappear naturally, so even if her memory was hazy, she could probably guess what had happened.
But why now?
He didn’t understand why she was bringing this up at this timing.
Regardless, Odette was getting closer and closer, subtly moving her hand towards the bulge in the middle of his pants.
“I don’t remember everything perfectly… but I think you enjoyed it very much too…”
Okay, he understood.
This was the same pattern as this morning.
She was attempting a full-on physical assault to prevent Siwoo from refusing this gift and running away.
Odette had already seen the effectiveness of that method.
“I know what you’re worried about. That’s why we prepared this.”
To be honest, Odette’s additional seduction was already unnecessary.
The moment he saw the twins’ double naked bodies, the five words “twin-rice bowl” were all that were going through his head.
Moreover, he was burning with the determination to be compensated for all the days he had been unfairly trapped in Gehenna.
Odette, who had her lips pressed close to his earlobe as if she were about to suck on it, slowly raised her body.
Odette stood up on the sofa, her feet on either side of Siwoo’s thighs.
She showed off her vulva, which was now right in front of his eyes, as if to flaunt it to Siwoo.
“Oh…”
There was a sticker on it.
Or perhaps the term “seal” would be more appropriate in this case?
A thin piece of paper was covering her delicate mound, clinging to it like a veil instead of panties.
It was so thin that the shape of her plump mound and the protruding clitoris were all visible.
Rune letters that blocked the flow of magic were engraved on the seal.
“If… if we do this, there’s no risk of your magic flowing in and damaging our vessels, even if it’s just a small chance.”
“We don’t think there’s any real danger, but we prepared this because you seemed so worried.”
It was truly a thorough preparation.
There was nothing more to hold back.
As Odette said, he would play with them wantonly all night long.
A full course of the twins would be perfect as the main dish for his Gehenna graduation party.
“Ah…! A-Assistant…”
Siwoo, in an awkward stance, pulled Odette’s waist, who was standing there flaunting the seal of her vulva.
How could I, as a man, possibly resist this?
“Oh, geez… you didn’t have to do that, I wasn’t going to run away…”
Siwoo, having seated Odette on his lap, stared intently at her breasts, which had been catching his eye since earlier.
“You’re going to… do it with your mouth? Heehee…!”
At the same time, Odette’s shrill moan rang out.
The world was a stage, and I was merely a player.
It was a line I’d often heard, but it was only now that I truly understood its meaning.
The stage I was on was a mess.
“Ugh…”
I groaned, my head throbbing.
The last thing I remembered was drinking with my colleagues, and then…
I looked around.
The room was unfamiliar. It was a small, shabby room with a single bed, a desk, and a chair. The walls were stained with grime, and the air was heavy with dust.
‘Where am I?’
I tried to recall what had happened, but my memories were hazy. It was like trying to grasp at smoke.
‘Did I get drunk and pass out somewhere?’
I got up from the bed. My body felt heavy, and my head was still spinning.
I walked over to the desk and looked at the mirror hanging on the wall.
The face reflected in the mirror was not mine.
It was a young man with a pale complexion and sharp features. His eyes were dark and piercing, and his lips were thin and set in a firm line.
‘Who is this?’
I touched my face. The skin was smooth and cold. It was definitely not my face.
‘What’s going on?’
I looked around the room again. There was a small notebook on the desk. I picked it up and opened it.
The first page was filled with a messy scrawl.
[The world is a stage, and I am merely a player.]
It was the same line I had thought earlier.
I flipped through the notebook. It was filled with strange writings and drawings. There were diagrams of complex machinery, equations that I didn’t understand, and strange symbols that looked like they belonged to some ancient language.
‘What is this?’
I kept flipping through the notebook. Then, I found a page with a name written on it.
[Lee Jinwoo]
‘Lee Jinwoo?’
It was the name of the person in the mirror.
I looked at the mirror again. The young man in the mirror stared back at me with cold, emotionless eyes.
‘Am I… Lee Jinwoo?’
I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know where I was, or who I was.
But one thing was clear.
I was no longer myself.
I was someone else.
I was Lee Jinwoo.
And this was my stage.
I closed the notebook and sat down on the bed. My head was still throbbing, but my mind was starting to clear.
I needed to figure out what was going on.
I needed to figure out who Lee Jinwoo was.
And I needed to figure out what my role was in this strange new world.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
The world was a stage, and I was merely a player.
But I was not going to be a passive player.
I was going to take control of my own destiny.
I was going to make my own story.
I opened my eyes.
A new chapter had begun.
Soft breasts pressing against my nose.
A refreshing and faint scent of flesh.
I lightly licked around it with my tongue.
“Haaah…!”
Odette, shivering, yet obediently embraces Siwoo’s head.
“Hnnn… hnnn… haa…”
Pleasure mixed with ticklishness.
Odette’s eyes widened and her shoulders twitched at the contradictory sensation she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
“It feels… good… Assistant…”
The soft bud, which had been contorting with the movement of his tongue for a while, gradually hardened as Siwoo continued his stimulation. It was as if some kind of core had formed inside.
He had felt it before, but Odette was extremely sensitive. You could say she reacted well to even the slightest touch, flinching at every little thing. Unlike Odile, she barely tried to hide the fact that she was feeling pleasure. She was trembling as if she was about to pee, even though he had only been sucking on her breasts a little.
“How long are you going to be the only one having fun!”
Having leisurely savored the taste, Siwoo was about to use the techniques he had learned from porn when his attempt was temporarily halted by Odile’s interruption.
“U-Unnie… don’t suddenly shout! You startled me!”
Odette, whose eyes had become hazy and was about to be drawn into the cradle of pleasure, seemed to snap back to her senses and began to bicker with Odile.
“I told you to explain, not to play around with the assistant by yourself! And you had your fill with the assistant this morning.”
Odile dragged Odette away, who kept trying to cling to Siwoo.
“Unnie always talks like I’m the one who did something wrong first? Do you think I don’t know you were secretly doing it with the assistant behind my back?”
“Wha…what…?”
Odile’s face flushed red. It was something Siwoo had blurted out under the influence of the confession spell, so Odile didn’t know that Odette had found out everything.
“You tried to hog the assistant all to yourself without telling me, using such a cowardly foul!”
“I…I only put it in a little bit at the end!”
“Really? It’s a shame that you couldn’t progress further than that even after cheating! The assistant held my waist and went bang bang from behind.”
Odette, with her nose held high, teased her sister.
Odile, pouting her lips at Odette’s preemptive strike.
It was a bizarre competition that always seemed to erupt between the twins, no matter when or where.
Odile, clenching her fist as if in frustration, stomped over and abruptly thrust her chest in front of Siwoo’s face.
“Assistant, do it for me too.”
“Where do you get off! I was doing it first!”
“Odette! Even cold water has its place!”
“And you’re only an hour older than me!”
Odette, not to be outdone, mimicked her older sister.
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 thinking.
I was thinking, and the world was vast.
The world was vast, and I was small.
I was small, and I was alone.
I was alone, and I was happy.
I was happy, and I was sad.
I was sad, and I was alive.
I was alive, and I was breathing.
I was breathing, and the wind was blowing.
The day I turned twenty, I received a strange gift.
It was a small, antique 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 floral patterns, and the ballerina was dressed in a faded pink tutu.
I found it on my doorstep, no note, no name, just the box. I was living alone in a small studio apartment, having just moved out of my parents’ place. I didn’t know who would send me something like this.
I opened the lid. A delicate melody filled the room, a tune I’d never heard before, yet it felt strangely familiar. The ballerina began to spin, her tiny porcelain feet moving gracefully. It was mesmerizing.
I spent the rest of the day listening to the music box, the melody weaving its way into my thoughts. It was a melancholic tune, yet it had a comforting quality to it. It was as if the music box was telling me a story, a story I couldn’t quite grasp.
That night, I had a strange dream. I was standing in a vast, empty ballroom. The walls were lined with mirrors, reflecting my image endlessly. In the center of the room, a single spotlight shone on a ballerina, spinning to the same melody as the music box.
I tried to approach her, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get any closer. She just kept spinning, her face hidden in the shadows. I woke up with a start, the melody still echoing in my ears.
The next day, I went to work, the music box tucked away in my bag. I worked at a small bookstore, surrounded by the scent of old paper and ink. It was a quiet, peaceful place, a stark contrast to the strange events that had been unfolding.
During my lunch break, I took out the music box and listened to the melody again. It was as if the music was calling to me, urging me to unravel its secrets. I decided to do some research, to find out where the music box came from.
I started by searching online, but I couldn’t find anything that matched the description of my music box. It was as if it didn’t exist. I then went to the local library, hoping to find some information in old books.
I spent hours poring over dusty tomes, but I found nothing. It was as if the music box was a complete mystery, a puzzle with no solution. I was starting to feel frustrated, but I couldn’t give up.
That night, I had another dream. This time, I was in a different place. I was in a forest, surrounded by tall, ancient trees. The ballerina was there again, spinning in the middle of a clearing.
I tried to approach her again, but this time, she stopped spinning. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. She reached out her hand, as if she wanted to tell me something.
I woke up with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that the music box was more than just a simple gift. It was a key, a key to something I didn’t understand. I had to find out what it was.
“How about a game of rock-paper-scissors…”
bruh…