All Set

As I gazed at the moonlight, like fruit floating down a river, I thought it was truly picturesque.

That is, if I hadn’t been caught and dragged away after witnessing Master-nim’s happy time.

The slowly moving vines eventually sent me to Master-nim’s side. The strange thing was that even Master-nim was surprised to see me.

Her emerald eyes, similar to mine yet deeper, glowed strangely in the moonlight, but the emotion within them was clearly bewilderment.

Her face, stiff and frozen, with her waist pulled back, looked exactly like a teenage boy caught by family or friends during his happy time.

Master-nim, her face still flushed with heat, struggled to open her mouth.

No, she opened her mouth, but only gaped, no sound came out.

What was even more absurd was that in that state, the distance between Master-nim and me continued to narrow.

Before long, Master-nim’s face was right in front of mine.

A strange, peculiar scent mixed with a fruity aroma in the moist night air.

Only at that distance did Master-nim finally manage to speak.

“…Wh-why are you, why are you here!?”

“Well… that… you weren’t coming back, so I came out for a walk… you could say I was lost in thought for a moment…”

Her flustered appearance, with a reddened face, truly suited Master-nim’s outwardly youthful looks.

Even more so than her subtly archaic way of speaking.

No, that’s beside the point. Why do these vines keep making me cling to Master-nim like iron filings drawn to a magnet?

“Um… Master-nim, I know you’re embarrassed, but could you please let me go?”

Now, our bodies were so close that Master-nim and I were practically sharing breaths.

A distance where trembling skin was visible to the eye.

At a distance where body heat was transferred, pushing away the slightly cool air.

Master-nim’s rod began to poke into my body.

“Th-that, it’s, it’s touching me, okay? Huh? So-“

“I, I didn’t want this!”

“Ah, no, that… ah, I get it, so…”

“Didn’t I say no!”

Master-nim’s desperate voice echoed in my ears. But somehow, I felt like our conversation wasn’t quite aligning.

It seemed like a similar topic, but subtly off, somehow.

“Um… Master-nim, h-hit?!”

No sooner had that strange thought crossed my mind than the vines began to squeeze their way between my clothes.

Starting from the sleeve, a vine slithered up my wrist like a snake and gradually moved towards my breast. Its movement was smooth, as if it had secreted something.

It reached my shoulder and began to toy with my armpit, tickling it. Poking, poking.

“Ah-hit, h-huh, it-it’s ticklish, Ma-Master-nim?”

Master-nim still seemed to be struggling with someone other than me.

While my armpit was being tickled, I vaguely recalled Master-nim mentioning the Guardians before.

Hadn’t she said that the Guardians protecting the hideout were not plants, but spirit-like beings closely connected to Master-nim?

…So, perhaps she wasn’t talking to herself, but communicating with spirits.

Even knowing the cause, the situation didn’t change.

Master-nim’s rod was still poking my body, and the vine tickling my armpit remained.

No, it even got worse.

The vine that had been holding my legs still entered my pants. Again, it slithered up my ankle and calf, tickling my knee. This time, it didn’t stop there; it brushed against my thigh as if caressing it, then I felt it attach to my waist.

I wondered what it was doing, and then it slowly pulled down my pants.

“Hey, wa-wait, mmph! Mmph!”

As if to say I was being noisy, a vine blocked my mouth.

As if that was the limit of its patience, the vine that had been poking, poking my armpit moved towards my breast. It coiled around my breast.

Then it squeezed my breast as if wringing it out.

“Hmph!”

I felt a faint pain along with the pressure.

It repeatedly tightened and loosened its grip, as if controlling the pace, much like massaging a breast. I rolled my eyes down and saw the vine wriggling nakedly inside my clothes.

…That sight sent shivers down my spine.

“Mmph!?”

Since I couldn’t see, I couldn’t quite grasp what was happening.

Something small burrowed towards the protuberance that was buried, and I felt it gently scratching, trying to pull it out.

Before long, it scratched and pulled it out with a poke, poke, and a tiny vine kept poking, poking at the protuberance. Perhaps it was fortunate that the vine blocked the lewd moans from escaping.

…Though I doubt there’s anything fortunate about this situation.

My mouth, already parted and moist because of the vine, felt a little wetter.

When I tried to do something and bit into the vine, it coiled around my neck as if in warning.

It seemed to be saying it would tighten if I dared.

As if some crime of insolence had been committed, the vine that had stripped off my pants now felt like it was slowly crawling towards my crevice.

Why on earth is it doing this to me?

I saw Master-nim’s face turning crimson as she spoke in an incomprehensible language. For now, it seemed I could only hope that Master-nim would… finish her conversation well, and quickly.

The vine, which had been stimulating my crevice as if licking it, began to press, press the bean attached to the slit. My waist trembled, but I couldn’t move.

With the continuous stimulation, I felt the space between the slit become sticky. What had pooled in the slit trickled down my thighs. The vine wasn’t satisfied with that; this time… it slowly moved up my pelvis and headed towards my buttocks.

“Mmph!! Mmmphph!!”

The vine, having reached another opening, carefully stroked the entrance. Meticulously applying sticky secretions.

It squeezed my breast and poked at the protuberance.

It touched the crevice as if licking it, then squeezed the protuberance.

As if… preparing it before someone used it.

…And that someone… would probably be Master-nim… wouldn’t it?

With the continuous stimulation, my body grew hotter and hotter. Since there was no decisive stimulation, my lower abdomen thumped, thumped, and I felt heat gathering in my erogenous zones.

Master-nim’s rod was touching my thumping, thumping lower abdomen. I could feel the rod’s pulsation. Though I wasn’t listening closely, it felt strangely loud.

As if anticipating the moment of insertion, the inside of my crevice spontaneously tightened with a squeeze.

An effort to reach what wasn’t touching.

It kept spurting fluid and increasing its sensitivity, as if begging for its efforts to be rewarded.

…Meanwhile, when I bit the vine, my neck was slightly constricted.

Even that felt like a strange pleasure.

Through my blurry vision, I saw Master-nim’s face. As she was speaking at the top of her lungs with a bright red face, our eyes met.

Her emerald pupils contracted sharply, and then a voice filled with concern was heard.

“A-are you alright?”

I wanted to answer that I wasn’t alright. However, it was impossible, as the vine was blocking my mouth.

The tantalizing stimulation churned my mind into a mess.

My thighs were already soaked with an unknown fluid, but the inside of my crevice, not having gotten what it wanted, swelled as if enraged.

If one were to embody the phrase “I’m going crazy,” this would be it.

I couldn’t quite hear what Master-nim was saying.

All my senses were focused solely on my lower abdomen, where Master-nim’s rod, emitting a thumping, thumping pulsation, was pressed against me.

Self-loathing welled up.

And though I hated my changed body like crazy.

My body, right now, wanted it.

The rod that was poking, poking my belly.

I felt a hand caressing my face. A slender, delicate hand, slightly warm. The hand that brushed my mouth cleared away the vine that had been blocking it.

“Haa… H-hngh… Huu…”

Gasping for breath, I let the saliva pooled in my mouth flow out. Some of it got on my hand, and some trickled down my chin, wetting my body.

“I-I’ll persuade it right away, so just bear with it a little longer… I’m sorry. Because of me.”

Master-nim’s fault?

Why?

I don’t know.

My mind wasn’t working well enough to deduce it. The brain that should have been sifting through Master-nim’s words, gathering information, and inferring the reason.

It was simply…

…waiting only for pleasure.

With a hot breath.

One word. One word. I slowly uttered.

“Ma-Master-nim…”

“I’m listening, speak.”

Master-nim, who had been speaking in an incomprehensible language, looked at me.

That alone felt good.

“P-please put it in.”

“…What.”

My melting brain began to concoct excuses. Repeating to myself that it couldn’t be helped.

But… I couldn’t find any. It felt like my overheated mind was overloaded.

I couldn’t find words to rationalize this situation. I just wanted to be relieved.

Tears already welled up in my moist eyes. Hot, salty streams carved paths down my cheeks.

“J-just… please put it in…”

I’m not going to die… am I?

Due to my dazed state, my already blurry vision became even foggier. I couldn’t see Master-nim’s face. However, I felt a gentle hand stroking the back of my head.

“…I’m sorry.”

Along with the sensation of my head being gently embraced by something soft.

My thighs were spread wide apart.

And soon after, I felt something hard and hot touch my crevice.