Chapter 33 – Erosion
“…Master…♡”
“…You…”
When I met my eyes again, I didn’t know what to say first.
Resentment that your friend died because of you? Or is it the sexual desire that boils me from the inside out?
It won’t matter what comes out through me. Because she seems willing to accept anything.
Slowly turning her waist, she caressed Isabel’s white skin, who was trembling without a word.
Soft, sweat-soaked skin with a slightly salty taste and subtle scent.
While I was choosing what to say to her who finally came to her senses, to her who became mine, what I felt from behind was her soft skin.
A warm hand, exactly the same as Isabelle’s, rides up my chest, and her soft breasts touch my back.
“What…”
“Master, it’s fine… As much as you resent me, I hope you will vomit it up…♡”
When I turned around at the imperceptible presence, Isabelle was standing there.
The rationalization that it might be an illusion was quickly shattered by Isabelle’s husky voice.
When I look back to the situation where I can’t follow her head,
Again, with empty eyes, I saw Isabelle, who was still holding her cock tight, her cunt tight.
Her legs spread out in the shape of an ‘I’ were erect, and the cunt wriggling like an automatic ona hall was unmistakably that of a living creature.
Then Isabelle standing behind me…
“…Hmm? Ah, this must be the first time the owner has ever seen my double body. You surprised me…”
It was Isabelle’s alter ego with the extraordinary talent of out-of-body.
An elaborate alter ego that looks exactly the same as the main body, and even copies its body temperature and body odor.
Another Isabelle, who made her body into an empty shell and separated only her consciousness, rubs her chest against my back.
“I am confident in my stamina. Even if my physical stamina is exhausted, I just have to commit ‘this side’.
That’s why… Until the master’s anger is resolved, I hope you will use me, who has become his master’s…♡”
“…These dog perverts.”
Isabelle, who dyed her cheeks red and put her forearm on her chest, offered up the pride she had.
Hate me blatantly at the cafe, hate men with masks,
Isabel, who hated women who turned into saints and had that strong spirit, became a saint.
I, the owner, decided to open the tightly closed door of the fortress and make her wishes come true.
Tsuguk! Blah blah! Zupuk-!
“Ehhhhh! Lord, from the beginning of the master…!♡ So violently…!”
Hehe, Nunggok, Heeyang…♡”
When I started beating the wet, melted pussy mercilessly, the same two voices overlapped in my eardrum.
The body responding honestly to the pleasure given by losing consciousness and the voice of the alter ego hugging my body while sharing the pleasure.
The interval between the slap sounds gets shorter, and each time the echo gets louder, the strength of the arm wrapping around my body from behind grows stronger.
Then, if you put strength into your cock and pierce it deep inside, at the top—
“Oh!♡”
“Huh?! Master, master…! There’s…”
Trembling, I let out a cute moan while trembling my fingers resting on my chest.
I put Isabelle leaning on my back in place of her weak leg, and I use her body alone.
Even if she was unconscious, the instinct of the saintess to extract the semen from the cock inside her body remained the same.
Every time I pull out her cock and ram it back, I raise her legs up and spread her juice-draining flesh under my body.
“Ho-ok, uh-oh?!♡”
“Ah…♡ My body is so rough… That’s right, I belong to the owner, so take care of it as much as you want… Aww?!♡”
She snaps Isabelle’s mouth in her ecstatic expression as she watches her own body being fucked.
“Don’t just babble there, you serve too.”
“Uhh… Yes, yes heh…♡”
Isabel approached, leaving her own body buried beneath her.
I opened her mouth lightly and brushed my breasts with her tongue soaked in her sweet fruity scent,
내 손 하나를 가져가 자신의 가슴에 올려놓는 이자벨의 분신.
The softness of her breasts, the pleasant touch that could not be filled in her hand.
And goosebumps rise at the touch of her sticky, gritty tongue on her chest.
Beneath my eyes, I can see the difference in height by a head, silver hair that smells like fruit, and jade-colored eyes staring at me.
When I first met a woman named Isabelle, the warmth she saw, like the sunlight in broad daylight, had long since disappeared into the shadows.
Just to be nicer, I became a doe wagging her tail, craving her pleasure.
He puts her smooth hair in her hand and pulls her hair to kiss her.
“Chuuuuu
“응힛, 오호오옥!!♡”
Her tongue trembled slightly against her warm, soft, lips and Isabelle’s body twitched beneath her.
Almost at the same time, she vomited out without holding back the feeling of her ejaculation that had risen at some point.
Inside Isabelle, into her womb melted with her pleasure, she uses a straw through her urethra to pour her semen into her sucking cunt all over her.
Her semen, so dense that it feels like a lump, seeps into the motel floor, and Isabel kisses me, and her body jumps up.
The bodies and minds of men and women who climax together.
This cycle of pleasure, which seemed never to break, came to an end when I first came to my senses.
“…Fuha… Lord, master…”
“…Haha…”
“Still, it looks like it’s not enough… Are you going to do more…?♡”
“…♡”
Isabelle’s body, which was obviously unconscious, but was moving freely and gently rubbing her cock between her hips,
Another Isabelle, blowing her rough voice with hot breath in her ear, cupping her glans with her white, soft hands.
Two pairs of emerald eyes are looking at me with anticipation.
While warming her crotch with filthy liquid.
Without realizing that time was passing, she filled two wombs with semen,
Noah, who had come to her senses, was able to regain her reason as she separated us.
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“…I’m just saying this, but really,”
“Sorry…”
“미안하게 생각하고 있다.”
“…”
내 앞에서 알몸으로 머리를 조아리고 있는 두 여자.
I can feel the contrasting black and silver hair brushing my feet.
“It’s an excuse to say this now, but I really mean it.
Even if I hadn’t become a saint of my master, I was going to take responsibility for his death.”
“…Wait a minute, what will happen to me if only you say that?”
“…”
Because Noah became a saint, she became an existence for her master more than anyone else, so did she feel guilty about Jaehyuk’s death?
I didn’t know the person ‘Kwon Noah’ well, but I knew that he valued himself more than anything else.
Maybe if it were her, she really thought she wasn’t responsible for Jaehyuk’s death until she became a saint.
She was a sincere human apology, and an apology she was able to make because she became a saint.
It’s just as she thought. All of that didn’t make sense to me.
What do I do when I receive an apology like this? It is not me who should receive the apology, but Jaehyuk and the family left behind.
I just relieved my sadness and anger at the loss of a close friend from childhood through them.
There was nothing to see them any more.
One last thing to do, except for that one thing.
“…There are only 4 hours left until 12:00. Isn’t it time to report to your headquarters?”
“Yes, yes! There is plenty of time left to revise the report! So, master, don’t worry…”
“No, just report it.”
“…Yes?”
She lights her cigarette as she looks down at Noah, who tilts her head, thinking she’s heard the wrong thing.
“Report it as it is. Everything from the fact that I am the owner of the mask to the fact that Jaehyuk died because of your mistakes.”
“Ha, but then master will become a person of interest in the Countermeasures Department?!
It becomes a dangerous situation where you don’t know when agents like us will come!”
“Doesn’t care.”
It is through them that Jaehyeok’s family can find the only comfort.
Even if they can’t tell you everything, they will be punished as the real culprits who killed Jaehyuk.
As Jaehyuk’s friend, I thought that was consolation to his parents who cared for me like their own child.
Of course, like Noah said, I will be in danger.
According to what they said, an organization called the Special Countermeasures Headquarters that found a way to identify a saint would find out sooner or later.
Even the fact that the two people who were entrusted with collecting the mask returned as saints and that a man named Choi Woo-joo is the owner of the mask.
Noah, Isabelle, and the humans who come after me may pull out their guns as soon as they see me.
But I plan to take that into consideration. ‘The man who picks up the mask and crosses the lifeline dies soon.’
If that statement is true, it would not be strange for me to turn into a twisted mummy anytime after 5 days.
Anyway, if I die this way or that way, I’ll die from fucking until the end.
It wouldn’t have happened if they had taken good care of the mask in the first place.
He wouldn’t have to tremble in the fear of death that would come one day, and Jaehyuk would have lived a normal life.
The life of an ordinary man who meets the girl he so much wanted, graduates from college, gets a job, gets married and has children.
It was those bastards who ruined everything, the Special Response Team, and the damn bastards.
I’m thinking of becoming the biggest challenge, not the easy and convenient problem that GNOME wants.
“…It’s my own problem, so you two should be punished. Then, when I have time, Jaehyuk apologizes to the bastard’s family.”
“But Master…!”
Breaking into a cold sweat, Noah, refusing to obey her orders, grabs my ankle.
Does she even care about her own safety in this situation? No, maybe he’s worried about me.
A saintess is a being who has given her all to her master, but worrying about me is a made up feeling.
If I was the original Noah, would I have cared even if I died? Probably not.
It was the time when he put his cigarette on the ashtray and put his hand on Noah’s head to give a compulsory order.
“I want you to think about it again. It’s not what I’m saying, but the owner is impatient.”
“…What?”
Isabelle said.
“Let’s say that we report everything that happened according to the master’s order without falsehood, Noah and I will be disciplined.
However, in the process, it will be discovered that we have become saints, and the organization will immediately dispose of us without asking or questioning.
And then what? The owner will also be given a kill order, and veterans with more experience than me will come.”
“…”
“The anomaly has been confirmed, and it is the owner who turned the two agents dispatched earlier into saints. There is a very high possibility that the organization will come out without mercy.
Now, I killed the master’s friend. The owner’s life may not be the only one that will be taken away by those who come to find the owner next time.”
Isabelle calmly persuades me.
She was right. It was only natural if you let your head cool down a bit and think about it calmly.
I had forgotten the simple and clear fact that if I became dangerous, the people around me also became dangerous.
Jaehyuk was killed by those who came to me as evidence. If the fact that I am the owner of the mask is known from their report,
There is a possibility that the people of the organization who will come again will harm not only me but also the people around me.
This time, it could be Hye-mi noona, Go-eun, or my mother or father.
“…I’m sorry, I think I yelled without thinking about it because I was so angry.”
“I understand, it’s all the fault of the two of us. The master has done nothing wrong.”
“Yes, yes! Master, if you want, I’ll take any punishment. But I’m against endangering you too.”
Noah bows his head and desperately engages Isabelle, who has a serious face and voice.
“Okay, then what are you going to do? To hide that I am the owner of the mask, I have to come up with something that didn’t exist.”
“I see. Then, first of all, we have to create a story that fits the evidence we have.
There are a lot of things to think about… The death of Mr. Park Jae-hyeok… The administration of amnestics, the owner of the mask and the whereabouts of the mask.”
“That’s easy.”
“Huh?”
“Yes?”
Noah and I gaze at Isabelle.
Isabelle, who looked at us alternately, calmly added her words.
“Park Jae-hyeok we killed is not a civilian, but the owner of the mask. And the scenario is simple if we are the saints he created.”
“…Sister, be careful what you say…”
“I’m sorry to the owner, but this is the only way to get rid of the owner’s suspicions?
The owner, Park Jae-hyeok, died, but the two of us who were alive, though we became saints, decided to commit suicide, perhaps because of the anomaly.
In addition, if you report that an anomaly has occurred in which the mask that lost its owner moves to a nearby man, the owner will be safe.”
“…Uh, wait, that means we both have to die?!”
“Yes, of course. Why, Noah? Are you not confident enough to die for your master?”
“Ah, ah, no, that’s not it?! Isn’t it too sudden?! Death also requires mental preparation!!”
Calmly, she was a little surprised by Isabelle, who casually said that they would sacrifice themselves.
I was also surprised by her mental strength that she maintained her original personality, her overflowing sense of responsibility, even after becoming a saint.
Certainly, if I do as she says, I will be able to safely escape the organization’s suspicions.
The two people who were left as evidence committed suicide, and the disappearance of the mask could be explained as an anomaly.
Still, she’s sorry for Isabelle, who thought of her the best, but it’s a way not to be attracted to.
First of all, the basic plan is to use Jaehyuk’s death, and above all, my order determines the two people’s lives.
Having to use a friend who is already dead and two people who are alive is reluctant in itself.
Even if it’s a clear solution, I don’t think I’ll feel comfortable after that.
It was the time when she was looking at Noah, who was quite embarrassed as she let out a sigh, and Isabelle, who was calm even though she was being shaken by her shoulder.
“If she’s moving her head like that, think of something else——!!”
“No, what we need to think about is the owner’s safety—”
“…What, suddenly. What’s wrong with both of you?”
The two fighting men stopped. Standing in a natural pose, as if pressing the stop button on a video.
Calling the two people who stopped unnaturally, I got up from my seat and approached.
“…”
“…”
His facial expressions and actions are the same, but he is frozen as if frozen.
“…What.”
I just look at my watch The hour and minute hands move with ticks and ticks.
If you look out the window, you can see office workers starting work early and cars running on the road.
The only ones who stopped were the two people in the room, Noah and Isabelle. What the heck is this…
Scratching my head, I was rubbing the filter-only cigarette into the ashtray.
Ding-dong-
The doorbell in the room rang. What? Are you your sister’s mother?
I walk without thinking and open the tightly closed door, and it is not my mother who is standing in front of me, but a woman I have never known before.
Like a lady working at a bar, she has heavy makeup, short pants and a crop top, and even a black tattoo on her silence followed next to her belly button.
The stereotypical young prostitute, who can’t even look nice on empty words, glances at me with her top off and waves her hand at her cell phone.
“Are you the one who called? Hello, my name is Dasom~”
“…Yes? I think you misunderstood something…”
“Yes? No? This is correct. Room 402.”
A woman who introduced herself as Dasom turns on her cell phone screen and shows a message.
The address of ‘Miss Hotel Room 402’ written on the message sent by the person stored as ‘Chief’.
Surely this motel, lake number is right… But was she more of a real body slut than that? Why is this woman me…?
‘I called.’
“Ugh——?!”
“Hmm? Why are you like that? Move aside for now, I’ll explain the price.”
A voice I haven’t heard in a long time, but a voice I’ll never forget.
No, it sounds exactly like a voice, but I heard a vibration-like sound from the back of my head.
When I turned my head, the flying mask had already passed my ear.
When I looked forward again following the flying mask, a woman’s moan rang out faster than that.
“Uhhhhh?! G-What is this all of a sudden?! Hey oppa?! Take this off… Ah—”
“…Hey you…”
“…Ah, big, ah, this woman’s body is younger and lighter than the one I used before.
Huhu, yes, I’m glad too. It seems like we haven’t seen each other in a while… It’s been a few days?”
A young prostitute named Dasom, speaking and moving with her body and voice, a white wooden mask placed in place of her face.
The mask that occupied the body of a woman pushed my chest lightly and walked into the room.
“Come in, don’t we have something to say?”
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