Chapter 171 – A Second Chance Given in the Second World
‘Fencing epee, Korean team wins silver… Blocked by a large mountain called the Isabel River…’
‘Nippon Haru Pharmaceutical supports vaccine… Managing Director Yumekawa plans to visit Korea…’
This morning, I rub my still-awakened eyes and look at the stinging light of my cell phone.
I scroll down with my still fingers while lying in bed.
These days, it has become a habit to read articles on the Internet when I wake up.
Photos with familiar names and familiar faces hanging on the main screen.
They forget everything and find a new life in the present.
It was news of my saints enjoying the returned human happiness.
“…Everyone is doing well.”
A world where masks never existed in the first place.
The world now, with only one thing at stake, was so peaceful.
People who find new dreams, pursue them, and achieve them share happiness and joy.
People who are frustrated and sad because they cannot achieve their desires comfort each other.
A day where the things I have learned and experienced so far go by normally.
The change between before and now seems to have been much greater than I thought.
A photo of Isabelle smiling brightly while holding a gold medal in an Internet article.
A smile of pure happiness that had never been seen on Isabelle when she was a saint.
It was a feeling of peace that I felt every time I saw them smiling happily in their current lives.
“…”
This was not the only change in the world where masks disappeared.
Hyemi’s older sister graduated from school and started working part-time to prepare for her job.
Although she has become busy as the club president, Yoon Sol gets along well with her younger brother who has returned.
Choi Go-eun always hangs out, and Soo-hyeon’s older sister still runs a motel.
She works at a large company and is pressured by her boss, and even Noah is under a lot of stress.
Even though their scale is not as large as Isabelle or Harumu, they are saints who have blended into their own changed daily lives.
Of course, they had forgotten all their memories of their days as saints and the changes in their bodies.
Excluding Hye-mi, Yun-sol, and Go-eun, whom I had been friends with even before I picked up the mask,
The saints who got to know each other thanks to the mask seemed to have forgotten the name Choi Woo-joo.
Thanks to this, while investigating, I was caught by the quick-witted Noah and reported…
Oh, and what I found out while investigating the saints was that the organization had disappeared.
To be precise, it doesn’t seem to have disappeared, but rather has become something that never existed in the first place.
It is an organization that was founded because of masks, so it is natural that it does not exist in a world where the existence of masks has been deleted.
As you can see from Isabelle and Noah, former gang members are living well.
One day, on my way home from school, I met Assistant Manager Jeong, who had become a bus driver.
When his identity was revealed, he was a simple man who drove me to school and kept an eye on me.
Like that, the members of the organization were forgetting about the organization and finding a new home to live.
Of course, the female agent who fell for Erdanis’ trick and killed her father.
She forgot her guilt for committing the murder and became a kindergarten teacher.
Dad, as expected, never came back.
Jaehyuk and Isabelle’s biological parents and adoptive parents, Harumu’s mother and second brother, etc.
In the previous world, people who lost their lives due to the desire for a mask could not return.
Before fixing the world, I heard an explanation from Eunha, but it seems like it took me a long time to find a way.
However, death and life were already established rules that could never be changed.
The happiness that everyone is enjoying now is what was created through their sacrifice and desire.
It was a world of people who developed their own desires for their dreams, rather than coveting the desires of others.
Even the galaxy that gained almost god-like power, and even the vessel of desire that became the source of that power.
It was impossible to make their deaths, which formed the foundation of this world, disappear.
Honestly, I think the hardest thing was accepting that fact.
I should have held my father’s funeral as soon as I got my wish and returned to reality.
My father’s death was determined when he was stabbed while helping a villager who was being robbed.
In this way, deaths in the previous world were not caused by masks, but by unexpected accidents.
Jaehyuk saves a child who jumped into a bus and gets hit instead.
Isabelle’s father died while rescuing a hostage held by a terrorist.
Kaede, who abused young Harumu, suddenly dies of a heart attack.
In this way, the wronged people died an honorable death, and the evil people died an ugly death.
I was angry at the changed truth, but after organizing my thoughts, I became okay.
All I have to do is remember the truth and pain and take responsibility for it.
There is no need to sprinkle salt on a healing wound and make it look bad.
So what should I do with this heavy responsibility that I must bear alone?
I am OK.
“Chureup… Chueup, jjook…”
“It looks like it’s going to cum soon, so drink it all, er.”
Only I, who remembers everything and decided to take responsibility for everything,
Because we can bring the worst revenge on the culprit who took away all these things.
”…Ugh…”
“Gulp, gulp… Gulp…”
A feeling of ejaculation that arises when the light from the cell phone takes some of the sleep out of your eyes.
Mouth Pussy Onahole was frantically sucking his erect cock in the morning under the blanket.
Press down on Er’s head and release the semen into the tentacle’s twitching throat.
The feeling of refreshment and trembling hands as all the desires accumulated during the night are completely sucked away.
Perhaps because it was my first time today, I finished ejaculating for quite a long time and lifted the blanket.
“Gulp… Gulp… Gulp… I enjoyed my master’s first thick semen.”
An expressionless real doll with regurgitated semen flowing from the corners of its mouth and down its nose.
Er, who briefly stroked her long red hair, rolled her tongue and expressed dry gratitude.
This is also a comment that I forced into by order, but it sucks.
“…It looks like your morning erection hasn’t subsided yet. Would you like me to continue serving you as a blow job?
Of course, I warmed up the vagina so it was sticky, and made the anal vagina sticky as well.”
Er slowly gets up and turns her hips toward me.
Her ass was spread wide open with both hands and her pussy was leaking,
The vulgarity of showing an anus bulging and radiating heat.
Unlike the expressionless expression that knows no shame, the holes have become obscene.
The jade-colored vagina and anus, which have been transformed just for the owner’s sexual treatment, look like their dicks are about to explode.
“…But, no more for today.”
I turn my back on Er, clean up after her, and immediately put on my tangled pajama pants.
Since coming into this world, Er, who has received her vaginal cumshot hundreds of times every morning, tilts her head.
“…Are you really okay? You’ve only cum once.”
Is it because I’m not used to having sex in the morning that ends too early, unlike usual?
It’s the first time I’ve seen Er, who has an emotional breakdown, so embarrassed.
Er kneels next to me, closing the hole bulging with the master’s cock that doesn’t come.
I leave her and look at her calendar as I put the shirt back on her body that I had taken off in her sleep.
“The time has come to keep my promise, so I’m going to save the semen I’m going to spill on you from today.”
“Oh, I see.”
Er’s body, accustomed to her morning service, is always in heat.
Her body is pouring out pussy juice and desperately begging for her master,
Er, the saint of her desirelessness, nods her head, unaware of her own wishes.
Even as her mouth watered and fainted as she reminisced about the taste of his dick remaining in her mouth,
She wants her master’s seed and there’s nothing she can do even with her womb pounding like her heart.
For her, her will and goal in life now are my commands.
If I say it’s right, it’s right, and if I say it’s wrong, it’s wrong.
Er’s body, which has been trained to the limit for the past time, always wants me,
She cannot disobey my orders, so she must suffer from endless desires.
She is trapped in a body that cannot resolve her desires or understand them.
Forever without her realizing how much pain it would be.
“I’ll use it later when I feel like it, so keep your pussy wet.”
“…Yes, got it.”
Er nods her head and lies down on her bed and starts pounding her pussy.
Her fingers digging into her wet pussy flesh make an obscene sound.
With her flushed cheeks and violent snorting, Er looks like she’s about to leave at any moment,
“Tsk───♡”
Just before her climax, she pulls her fingers out on her own and takes a deep breath with a deadpan expression.
It was because of my order, ‘You are not allowed to leave until you give permission.’
Er, leaving her fluttering eyelids and drooling pussy unattended.
She tortures herself with no climax and continues to warm up the hole that her master will use one day.
To what extent have the waves of peak waves subsided?
Er soon starts masturbating again with no expression and lets out a faint moan.
Intense masturbation by rubbing the vulgarly swollen clit the size of a nipple and inserting a finger deep into the vagina.
Er’s body trembles and trembles in pain as he stops his fingers again due to the pleasure that comes quickly.
She leaves her room, leaving her trapped in the hell of her unfulfilled desires.
I don’t think I’ll have to use Er today, so I guess I’ll just leave it like that for today.
After locking her door to prevent her moans from leaking out, I head to her living room, humming to her.
“Ah, you’re awake, brother. I thought you and Er would come out later today too.”
As soon as I came out of the living room, I was greeted by a smiling Eunha holding a kitchen knife.
The younger sisters, who enjoy cooking, are Dal-i and Byul, who have awakened as witches.
“Is it kimchi stew today? The knife is bright red.”
“No, it’s soybean paste stew…”
“…Was there anything red and slimy among the soybean paste stew ingredients?”
She is only interested in cooking, but as her name suggests, Eunha’s recipes are strange.
But when you look at the finished dish, it doesn’t look bad and the taste is strangely delicious.
So now that she lives separately from her mother, Eunha is in charge of cooking in her own room.
“Tea, marbled! It’s the blood left in the meat!”
“It’s not blood, but it’s covered in blood? Did you slaughter it yourself?”
She has been teasing her cute little sister since morning, taking her cutlery and sitting at her table.
Eunha, who was smiling and focusing on cooking again with a small complaint, quietly spoke to her.
“…Was today the perfect day? Have you decided what to do, brother?”
“Well, since it’s the weekend, I’m thinking of meeting Hye-mi first.
“I don’t think it would be a bad idea to go see Isabelle or Harumu right away.”
“As expected, she plans to make her sisters saints again.”
“I promised to take responsibility, and of course I have to.”
Eunha smiled as she looked back after chopping green onions into the boiling stew.
“I thought you gave up because you didn’t do anything for a year.
“As you saw, my sisters were living very happily.”
“It did.”
It’s just as Eunha said.
Today marks exactly one year since it all ended.
I did nothing for the past year and just watched these human beings from afar.
A vessel of desire, I could have gained that power and made her a saint with just one word, but I didn’t.
“Why didn’t you do anything?”
“To give you a chance to choose.”
The ecstatic pleasure and supreme happiness she enjoyed as a saint.
Before that, there is ordinary happiness that can be enjoyed as a human being.
In particular, there are saints who could not fully enjoy human happiness in the previous world.
So I gave them time.
It gave me the opportunity to know the happiness and hardships of living as a human being.
To ask whether we are sufficiently satisfied with human happiness and whether we do not wish for greater happiness.
To ask whether you want to stay in your current life or have greater desires and give up human life.
We have been preparing for their choice for the past year.
A pleasure that can’t help but be corrupted, that can’t help but be lost to desire.
The joy of submission that will make you happy enough to let go of your current happiness.
“…Your real brother is probably the biggest pervert in the world.”
“…I’m looking forward to it.”
It is expected.
What choice will these women who have discovered human happiness make?
In fact, it is a question that has a predetermined answer: how to resist fate.
What kind of expression will I make and how will I cry at the desire and training I have prepared?
With that anticipation, my dick stands out bigger than ever.
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