Chapter 57 – Witchcraft Lesson With Hoaran (6)
What are you doing?
After experiencing the misfortune of getting my foot hit by a fox ball twice, I realized the simple fact that it was enough to just keep falling from the fox ball and looked at Hoa-ran.
Hoa-ran started reading a book after skipping the homework that asked him to lift a fox bead, and then he started shaking his head and shaking his legs, showing off a lot of different things.
I thought to myself as I looked at Hoaran that he didn’t even notice that I was watching him.
I was really curious as to what kind of crazy novel this was and why it did that.
By the way, that’s the martial arts that Lilith was talking about… No, is it a rice cake?
I was so curious about the contents of the book that it was difficult to concentrate on lifting the fox bead.
No, let’s not lie.
To be honest, let’s be honest that we can’t concentrate because our eyes are focused on something else rather than the book Hoa-ran is reading.
I’m curious about the contents of Rice Cake, but more than that, I can’t concentrate because of Hoa-ran itself.
The big breasts that bounce every time you shake your head, the short skirt that makes you see the inside whenever you move your legs, the clothes can be called oriental, and the garter belt that goes across the boldly exposed thighs. Or something.
Anyway, it was difficult to lift the fox bead because all eyes were focused on it.
It’s really shit.
That’s right, the dick has been screwed since yesterday until now.
Anyway, I don’t know if he forgot I was there, or if it’s just a good thing, but every time I see the defenseless Hoa-ran, his cock starts jerking wildly, and his will or something is shaking, and this damn fox’s beads also start fluttering as if he’s drunk. I was going up and down again and again.
I’m really going to go back.
Is it possible that some of them are doing that?
Now that I think about it, I’ve seen something like that somewhere before.
I once read a book about training with a beautiful teacher naked next to you, thinking about how to control your mind.
Where on earth did I see that…
I remembered.
That was also a bit of a cakewalk, really.
In the end, I remembered how the main character overcame Simma, and how he overcame it with wise man time after suddenly attacking and eating the teacher.
Like most other books, it was a book that was both a training and a success.
That was shit.
Maybe, just maybe, Hoaran is also following suit?
From what I heard from Lilith, it seems like Hoaran has read more than one or two books. Isn’t there a possibility that you may have read that too?
So isn’t that all, in fact, tempting me?
I felt like he was testing my will, but in reality, he was just hoping that he would attack me all of a sudden.
Thud…!
A fox bead fell to the ground with broken concentration.
I suddenly came to my senses at the sound of the fox orb falling and shook my head.
Really, Amy.
Instead of concentrating, strange thoughts kept coming to mind.
Is it because I have maintained a full erection for almost two days, starting yesterday and today? Yesterday, I was able to endure it because I had a wet dream and then masturbated about twice, but today, if I took my mind off it for a moment, it was like this.
Moreover, even though Hoaran was only a day old, she decided to take him as her teacher and mother.
Actually, my cock was so bewildered by Hoa-ran that it was ridiculous to see it giggling.
Let’s stop thinking about strange things and focus again…
With that thought in mind, I picked up the fox bead that had fallen on the ground again.
Ugh…
A fox bead that sounds slowly, as if vibrating slightly.
But it only lasted a while, and it started to become difficult to lift it as it reached around my waist.
Again.
I practiced lifting and dropping the fox marble several times, but no matter how hard I tried, I could barely lift it higher than when I held it with my hands.
Moreover, it is equally difficult to lift it with your hands or without lifting it with your hands.
Unlike when I lift it myself, I don’t feel the weight, but when I actually lift it, I might have to say that I feel a sense of fatigue similar to lifting it myself.
Like a muscle, your will will grow if you keep training it, but…?
In that case, lifting and releasing as hard as I did now would have been one of the ways to solve the homework assigned by Hoa-ran, but since there was no guarantee that it would increase, it would have been nothing more than repeating the same nonsense.
What is will in the first place?
Even though I thought carefully about the principles of ‘heart’ and what the mind was like, it was something I couldn’t understand at all.
The mind is the mind, is it possible to lift something with it?
Since it is possible, there must be a spell, and I may be holding up a fox bead right now.
Right now, I’m holding up my fox bead and not even understanding why I hear this.
I would have been able to focus more if I had lifted the hem of Hoa-ran’s skirt instead of throwing stones like this.
I felt like I wanted to lift that skirt that was barely visible.
And, when you think so.
Sigh.
No matter how hard I tried, I saw the fox bead, which had shown no signs of improving at all, rising a little higher.
“…”
What is this?
What did I do?
No, wait a minute.
“Wind…”
The lord of a spell is based on hoping, wishing, wishing, praying, and praying. Only when there is will in it can it become a spell.
But what exactly is will?
Only vaguely, the will I knew was really nothing special.
There was really nothing special about Hoaran’s words that I couldn’t understand.
I felt like I was about to lose track of something.
What was I just thinking?
I thought it would be much easier to concentrate if I lifted the hem of Hoaran’s skirt.
But what actually went up wasn’t Hoaran’s skirt, but the fox beads.
Maybe this…
Regardless of the subject, is it possible to lift just the thought of lifting?
Now that I think about it, Hoaran only said that the fox bead can be lifted with only will, but he did not say that it can be lifted with ‘the will to lift the fox bead.’
No.
No way.
Really?
As a test, I looked at Hoaran.
Hoa-ran is still dressed in an extremely scandalous outfit.
I wonder if that is the result of some kind of discipline, as I look at Hoa-ran, who can never be seen inside, even in a short skirt like that, although her posture is disturbed.
I thought about lifting the hem of that skirt.
Ugh…
…Is this happening?
Although it was just a little bit, I was dumbfounded as I saw the fox beads rising higher than before.
But, thanks to you, I was able to find out.
What was important in lifting the fox bead was not the fox bead itself.
The will to lift.
More intense wind.
Please stop by. It was more important to think like that.
In other words, the result remains that my desire to lift Hoaran’s skirt was much more intense than my desire to lift the fox bead.
That was natural.
It’s much better to lift up Hoa-ran’s skirt than to throw a rock, because it’s natural.
Anyway, I got the hang of it, so it’s okay.
It takes.
Lift it up.
Carefully, I held onto the hem of Hoaran’s skirt and lifted it up.
“Keueuuuuu…
I knew how to do it, but the more I lifted it, the faster it became burdensome.
There is a lack of will.
The will to lift.
Wind, wish, wish…
Desire.
And, if it was lacking, all you had to do was fill it up.
If you lack the desire to lift.
It was enough to fill that much.
What kind of underwear will come out if you lift Hoaran’s skirt?
It was a truly mean and burning dutiful thought, like thinking about the color and shape of Hoa-ran’s panties, who had become my mother just yesterday, and what they would look like.
Even with that, my desire to lift Hoaran’s skirt became even stronger.
The motivation was a base desire, but there were few wishes as pure as desire, and few motivations as clear as desire.
And the stronger it became, the higher the fox bead rose.
It wasn’t enough.
So, I had to fill it in more.
This time, I imagined lifting up Lilith’s skirt. Unlike Ho A-ran, it was easy to imagine the panties underneath her skirt.
Because I know all the types of panties Lilith wears.
Even higher.
The fox beads rose higher and higher and finally reached my head.
“Huh…”
And damn, I could feel my dick becoming fully erect and sticking to my stomach.
I couldn’t help it because I was thinking about something like this to raise the fox bead.
I did not feel like I was a bit of an asshole.
Still, even though the method seemed stupid, the important thing was that the fox bead was raised to the head.
I kept thinking about lifting not only the skirt, but also the top, and the big breasts that would be hidden underneath.
Holding Lilith and Hoaran’s breasts and lifting them as I please.
With the thought of massaging the two breasts held in my hands, I finally saw the fox beads rise above my head.
“Oh. Oooh…! Done!”
This works!
Now all you have to do is hold on for 15 minutes and it’s over.
A sound I made without realizing it. Only then did Ho Aran look up from her book, look at me, and I saw her mouth open.
“D-you lifted it?”
No, what is it?
I was about to say something when I saw Hoaran react as if he had lifted something he thought he could never lift.
I heard the sound of something breaking in my head.
Grumbling…
Soon, something flowed from his nose and reached the corner of his mouth.
It was salty and fishy.
Is this blood…?
“Hanzo…?!”
Mom, what the fuck is this?
The nosebleed that had burst once flowed out loud. It wasn’t just a nosebleed.
Something is so fucking dizzy.
The fox bead falls down with a thump, losing its strength along with its wobbly legs.
I tried to lift it, but I couldn’t hold it for less than 10 seconds and it was like this. And as I was about to fall back, Hoa-ran caught me and held me in his arms.
“Ugh…”
Thanks to this, Hoaran’s chest felt soft and soft when it touched his face.
More than a tail.
I was momentarily entranced by the softness of Hoa-ran’s voluptuous chest, and then I heard Hoa-ran’s voice in my ear.
“That’s great, Hanzo. Even she never thought that she would be able to lift it in less than a day… But, if you overdo it, you won’t be able to use it.”
Swarm…
I see That’s unreasonable.
I was thinking so dirty again that I thought I had a nosebleed.
Suddenly, Hoa-ran dropped me while still holding me.
Soon, Hoaran’s face came to me.
The forehead that touches each other is cold.
“You have a fever. “It is not serious, but it would be better to end today’s practice here.”
“…I just got a nosebleed?”
I’ve never had nosebleeds this bad, but I had them a lot when I was younger.
Either because I got hit or whatever.
I had no intention of causing anything worse than a nosebleed.
She couldn’t even last 15 minutes yet.
That’s what I thought, and Hoa-ran looked at me, lightly bumping her head against my forehead again.
With a slightly stern expression.
“Didn’t you hear? “You could hear something breaking in her head.”
Ah…
Come to think of it, she had heard it.
“It is the sound of the interrogation being opened. “It would be nice to say that it is the upper level of martial arts…”
Top battle…?
Isn’t that usually the last thing that opens?
They said, “It’s the peak, so what?”
As I was wondering, Hoaran looked at me and said.
“In martial arts, it usually opens sequentially from the bottom up, but in magic, on the contrary, it opens flowing from the top to the bottom. It starts with ‘sim,’ then ‘ki,’ and finally ends with ‘che.’”
Hoaran said, wiping away the nosebleed that was still flowing.
“The interrogation has been opened, which means Hanzo. It means that you have become a shaman. Now what has been invisible will become visible, and what has not been felt will be felt.”
What is that?
Are you saying I can see ghosts?
“For example, something like this… How does it feel? Can you see it?”
I couldn’t tell Hoaran what he was seeing when he said that.
I saw a huge fox.
Crouching behind Hoaran’s back, its nine large tails were gently waving.
A fox with a golden sip.
It was looking at me, licking its snout with its tongue as if trying to taste it.
“One of the qualities of a shaman is to be able to perceive and feel the essence. And, if you become a shaman… You will be able to see its essence.”
Nature.
So, is that Hoaran’s true appearance?
“…Of course, Hanzo. What you see is not the woman’s true appearance. In any case, the essence of the energy of the original woman is that she is a demon, so the original woman’s energy is only in that form.”
Ah.
Hoa-ran seemed to know what I was thinking and spoke first.
Me again.
I thought that that fox was the real Hoaran, and that the Hoaran I see now was that fox in disguise.
Thank god.
Because these hearts are real.
No, not this one.
“Anyway, the interrogation is being held from the first day. Your talent is truly amazing. “It took even the main woman three days.”
Hoa-ran, who had no idea what I was thinking, relaxed her expression and said that very kindly, patting my head as if she was proud of me.
I must never reveal that I lifted her fox beads with the intention of lifting up her skirt because I wanted to see Hoaran and Lilith’s underwear.
“Very good. It’s really good. “I think it would be a good idea to rest well today and move on to the next step tomorrow.”
“No.”
Just take a day off and go straight to the next step?
Even now, it feels like I’m falling behind.
“…Do you hate it?”
“…What can I do?”
She couldn’t say no to Ho A-ran, who asked that question with a sad expression.
