༺ People Who Are Stuck in the Past (4) ༻
1.
Here was a piece of interesting knowledge.
Whenever a well-trained buttocks got all sweaty, it became so smooth to the point it was hard to grab them.
Case on point with Sharon’s buttocks, which were as firm as the most trained Pilates Instructors.
Her white buttocks that were raised up high, glistened because of the mix of the sweat and love juice that covered them.
“Ahh! I-I can’t! I can’t! Kyah!”
As this was happening, Sharon was holding her pillow so tightly that it seemed it was about to burst, all while taking on Siwoo’s cock with her raised buttocks.
Whenever his hard, massive rod penetrated deeply into the depths of her narrow hole, she let out a series of moans.
Her back was arched beautifully as it writhed without showing even a little bit of restraint, proof that she was enjoying every moment of this.
“Siwoo—! Kyaah! S-Siwoo! S-Slow down! Ah, ah!!”
“What do you mean slow down? You were the one who told me to go like this.”
After he shoved her to the bed.
He immediately moved to ‘discipline’ her.
In fact, the incident that happened today was completely Siwoo’s fault.
So, even though he was the one who was ‘disciplining’ her, he only did that because this was what she wanted.
Of course it wasn’t like he hated doing this, rather, he loved it.
“F-Forgive me! S-Sorry for nagging…ahh—! Y-You like that! Haeung! I-I was wrong!”
“If you know that you are wrong, why did you do it, hm?”
“Ahh!”
-Slap!
“Kyaaah!”
He could feel the lingering sensation of Sharon’s sweaty buttocks in his hand.
Several red hand marks decorated her firm buttocks, turning it into a fascinating work of art.
Once he started giving her ass a nice slap, it was hard for him to quit doing it. Because every time he did, she would flinch while letting out a dirty sound that felt addictive to the ears.
“Answer me. Why did you do it when you know that it’s wrong?”
“B-Because I was upset…a-and I want you to know that I am— Kyah!”
Once they got in this situation, whichever among them who was in the wrong stopped mattering anymore.
Siwoo was clearly in the wrong, but when he tormented her like this, she could only let out a loud, satisfied moan. This got him out of trouble while satisfying Sharon’s desire to be dominated.
Such was what one would call a perfectly crafted symbiotic relationship.
“Now, you move.”
“W-Wait…! I…I-I…! Haeung—!”
She moved her pretty-looking butt.
Bending her upper body forward, she rocked her waist back and forth, repeatedly taking in and pulling out Siwoo’s cock.
Even though her pussy was completely soaked with love juice, her inner flesh could still grip his thick meat rod tightly.
Though he had been doing this with her everyday, he had never grown tired of it and there was a good reason for that. Because the contrast between her current appearance and back when he first met her.
When they first met, Sharon gave off this cold, arrogant and aloof vibe. But now, she willingly spread her legs for him, just like a bitch in heat.
Her hips would tremble whenever she heard his suggestive words.
Putting it that way, how could he not enjoy such a thing?
“H-Haeung—! S-Siwoo, I-I think I’m going to—!”
Suddenly, her inner flesh tightened as she took in the whole length of his rod before twisting her waist.
As her back trembled violently, she finally reached an orgasm.
Her toes wiggled.
Since her buttocks were raised up high, Siwoo could see her butthole twitching repeatedly.
As he reveled in the view, Sharon was holding for her dear life onto her pillow.
“Haah…haah…”
“I see you haven’t reflected on your actions at all. Who told you that you could cum first, hm?”
“S-Sorry! Ahh! Sorry!”
“How many times have you came without my permission now?”
“T-Three times! I-It was three times! Ahh!”
While she had done it three times, he hadn’t done it even a single time yet.
Naturally, he felt elated by this development. His endurance had grown considerably compared to before. Despite that, he still didn’t go easy on her.
“This won’t do. Get on your knees.”
“L-Like this…?”
She meekly followed his words, kneeling on the bed face down while he grabbed her hips firmly.
With her adopting a kowtowing posture, it gave him a weird sense of immorality. It was as if he was about to violate her while she was trying to beg for his forgiveness.
Siwoo ran his palm over her wet pussy, giving it a careful wipe.
As he did, thick love juices came leaking out.
“Say that you want me to fuck you.”
“H-Huh?”
“Say it. With a ‘please’.”
Sharon lifted her head slightly to look at Siwoo.
Considering that she made a fool out of herself already by cumming repeatedly, she began to plead to Siwoo, letting out pitiful tears as she begged him with her eyes, ‘Please spare me…’
But, soon enough, she erased that look from her face as her face started to redden.
“F-Fuck me, please—! Kyah!”
2.
‘It’s a dream.’
‘Everything is a dream.’
Eloa cried out in pain.
Just like during the aftermath when God sent a huge rain for forty days and night to wash away the wicked humans.
The fading landscape was surrounded in water.
Time of joy had arrived once again.
Dream, the only place where she could see Ravi, whom she could no longer see again.
At the same time, it was also the time of suffering.
Because it was the only time where she could see Ravi, whom she could no longer see again.
‘Master!’
‘No means no.’
Ravi, having repeatedly requested something from her master at this point, raised her voice as her wicks swayed in the air.
For the first time since Eloa raised her since she was a baby, she acted out like this to her.
It was the first time Ravi ever rebelled against her Master.
‘But why? Master, as long as we’re together, no one can stop us! The Homunculi, the Criminal Exiles, we’ll defeat them all!’
‘Ravi, we’re witches. Killing Homunculi and Criminal Exiles isn’t our ultimate goal. Instead, we should raise our ranks and—’
‘And what? Reach the peak that the Witch of Creation set us? What for?’
Ravi interrupted Eloa’s words in a sharp tone.
Her tone was unusually harsh that it was hard to believe that it came out from her.
That was how angry she was.
She was disillusioned by the witch, and by extension, Eloa herself, as they did not care for anything other than their own magic research.
‘Haven’t I taught you that? It’s because that is the reason why we exist.’
‘And I don’t like that! People are dying! Why is studying magic more important than that? I just can’t understand!’
‘You’re just being stubborn now.’
Ravi, who came out to the modern world with Eloa to play, witnessed how people were dying because of the Homunculi.
And so, she bombarded her master with a barrage of questions.
‘Why didn’t the witches protect those poor people when they have the power to do so?’
‘Why did they refuse to fight even though the tragedy happened right in front of their eyes?’
‘Why shouldn’t witches live for the sake of humans?’
To those questions, Eloa gave out a clear answer.
‘Because a witch’s karma doesn’t lie there.’
‘Instead, what they should do is to reach a higher realm in magic.’
For Eloa Tiphereth, also for most witches, that was the closest answer to the ‘truth’ that they knew.
It was also what Eloa had learned from her predecessor.
To attain nirvana, one must get rid of all their attachment to the world.
To reach a higher realm, one must cut free themselves of their ties to the world.
‘Witches have to risk everything to attain the ‘unknown’. Everything else doesn’t matter.’
Tiphereth, who was famous for being stubborn and staunch even among the conservative witches, genuinely believed so.
‘Do you still not understand?’
However, while it was a correct answer for Eloa, it was the wrong answer for Ravi.
As a child who bore a gentle nature from her birth, this was a concept that she could never understand.
When she heard that her master uttered the same words as other witches, she exploded with rage.
It wasn’t because she grew to hate her master.
Rather it was because she loved her so much that the disappointment she felt cut deep into her heart.
She casted her head down as she let out her words, soaked in her tearful sobs.
‘Master…you’re just a coward.’
‘…Huh?’
‘That’s all just your excuses! Excuses! What’s wrong with wanting to protect the innocents?!’
‘Ravi!’
At that time, she didn’t even try to consider Ravi’s words.
Shame and anger enveloped her heart, but who could blame her? Her dear apprentice, the one who always followed her faithfully, scolded her reproachfully for something she couldn’t even understand.
‘I will protect them with my power! Unlike you, Master, I won’t cast my gaze away and pretend to not know!’
Ravi said angrily.
Back then, Eloa thought that she was just trying to criticize her.
‘I will…protect everyone…’
But now that she experienced the same dream over and over again, she finally understood.
Her dear apprentice only wanted to change her dear master’s mind.
She wanted her dear master to open her mind and move away from that stubborn way of thinking.
But Eloa didn’t know that back then.
And she ended up making an irreversible choice.
‘…Do it your way then.’
‘…’
Hearing that, Ravi casted her head down again.
Drops of tears fell down onto the ground.
Biting her lips, Ravi turned around and left without saying anything.
Even though Eloa knew that her dear apprentice was going to go out, she didn’t stop her.
She made an excuse to herself, that both of them needed some time alone since this was the first time something like this ever happened.
The hotel’s door was slammed shut.
Back then, if she knew that it would be the last time she’d ever see her dear apprentice.
She’d definitely try to make a different choice.
3.
Eloa opened her eyes.
An unpleasant pain spread across her chest as sticky sweat dripped down her forehead.
As always, whenever she woke up from the repeating nightmare, she found it hard for herself to breathe.
“Haa…haa…”
She gasped for air desperately, as if she had just about to drown.
Using both hands, pressed onto her chin before moving up to her hair, grasping it tightly.
Like a bird trying to cover its body from a storm, Eloa curled up, trying to distance herself from the storm of emotion that was raging in her heart.
“Ah…”
When she calmed down a little, she instinctively reached out to the side, trying to grasp the bottle of liquor that had always accompanied her at her bedside.
But it failed to grab anything.
“Come to think of it…”
Finally, she was out of her daze and realized what exactly had happened.
Today, she invited Siwoo in.
After a hearty dinner, she got drunk…and fell asleep right there and then.
But somehow, she woke up in her bed.
Which meant, the man had willingly carried her to the bed.
“…”
She left the room.
What she needed now was a drink and a cold shower.
Outside the window, she could see the scenery of Seoul welcoming a new dawn.
Through the numerous skyscrapers and the rather thick layer of smog…
The light of dawn seeped in, chasing away the darkness of the night.
But even that brilliant light couldn’t chase away the darkness in her heart.
They said that the most painful time was the first time one woke up after getting anesthesia.
But to Eloa, the most painful time was the time whenever she woke up from her nightmare.
She took out a bottle of alcohol from her shelf and twisted the cork open.
The hot liquor set fire to her throat down to her stomach.
Once upon a time, she was among those people who had an aversion to alcohol, as they’d numb one’s senses and muddle one’s mind. But now, she couldn’t live without it as it was her only way to ease her suffering.
As she was getting herself ready to start her day, she noticed something.
The table was strangely clean.
“I see, so he cleaned everything up…”
She swept her hand across the table.
All the dishes she left behind before she went to sleep had already been washed.
Since there was no way that she had done all that while sleeping, she reckoned that Siwoo must be the one who did it.
‘He’s a good child.’
‘A kind one.’
Regardless of her initial misunderstanding, this small act of kindness he had done increased Eloa’s evaluation of him.
Perhaps it was because she was feeling lonely.
Or she probably couldn’t bear with the pain anymore.
She ended up accepting Siwoo, the one who inherited Ravi’s bowl, as her disciple.
Even when she knew how foolish of an act it was, fooling herself to think that she’d be able to erase her regret by doing all this…
She still wanted to do everything that she couldn’t do with Ravi, with him.
-Wooong!
But, her moping didn’t last long.
Because a deep and massive mana suddenly surged.
Her senses were able to pick up even the slightest vibration of mana from far away.
The circuits that were carved deep under her skin and muscles, just above her bones, enhanced her capabilities to sense magic.
That was why she could always detect any kind of mana even from far away.
“What…?”
But, this time, the mana she felt was different than usual.
Because the source wasn’t far, but very close to where she was.
Though she could feel that it was being hindered by something, due to the sheer amount of mana being emitted, it seeped through that hindrance and created a considerable wave of mana.
Just like the vibration of a landslide that one felt from a great distance.
Eloa turned her eyes toward the ceiling.
Amelia
The twins
And Sharon
