episode_0020

“Let’s do more.”

This is poison.

If you indulge in it, you will be deeply poisoned to the core.

Yet, it was a poison that one could not help but consume.

With that short phrase, as if possessed, the body began to move.

After seating Chaesera on the toilet, the pants were removed.

The smooth legs and black panties that were revealed stimulated the eyes.

Spreading the legs, the moistened entrance was caressed with desire.

“Ah, huh….”

Lips met the shallow moans from her mouth.

Although it was always the case, the lack of resistance during sex always brought about a strange sensation.

It signified complete surrender of the body.

Lost in a long kiss, the right hand slipped into Chaesera’s panties.

As the slippery fingers touched the wetness, the tongue that was kissing began to quiver, and the breath quickened.

Like targeting a weakness, this time the target became her entrance.

To not lose the prey, the finger pushed deep inside her folds.

“Huh…!”

The moan that eventually escaped sounded like a plea for more.

Strangely, stimulating a naked body seemed more provocative than doing so with clothes on.

Chaesera seemed on the brink of reaching climax soon.

At that moment when the hand moved vigorously within the panties.

“Ah, hmm, come out….”

Already the second time.

Once with fellatio, once with teasing her entrance.

In a brief moment, two actions were completed.

Chaesera trembled as warm fluids dripped from her entrance.

“Ah… impregnate me.”

More provocative than asking to be penetrated or ejaculated inside.

Her mind was almost paralyzed by the forceful thrusts.

While having a baby might have been what Chaesera desired, restraint now seemed nearly impossible.

The enraged member was pulled out.

Then, pressing against Chaesera’s fully opened entrance, the tip was brought to meet her wetness.

Using the slick fluid, the entrance was thoroughly invaded.

The intensified moans indicated a plea to not tease but to penetrate.

Though there was a desire to torment, it was meaningless in front of desire.

“Uh, ah…!”

From then on, it was decided to surrender to instinct.

The pleasure of pushing inside always offered a different taste.

Due to the warmth and moisture, ejaculation almost happened immediately.

Bearing it, she spread her legs wider, achieving the optimal position where the member reached all the way inside.

This position, hitting the uterus like a pressure, was Chaesera’s favorite.

Looking at her face, it seemed like she had lost herself after a few rounds.

“Hu… ah. Uh, uh.”

However, there was no room to pay attention to such details here.

Whether Chaesera was present mentally or not, the waist moved instinctively, thrusting the member.

One became two.

Two became four.

Four became ten.

Repeating the irrational piston motion to satisfy Chaesera, soon I also reached the moment of the first climax.

“Ah…! Huh, feels good….”

Clearly, even in complete stupor, Chaesera momentarily regained consciousness when experiencing release, letting out peculiar moans.

Even if her eyes were unfocused, her entrance automatically responded to receiving the essence.

Such an animalistic sight was too intense, prompting a change in position.

This was commonly known as the “doggy style” position.

As Chaesera’s entrance was prominently displayed, her body floating, she startled and flailed her arms.

“Hanul, this is…”

If someone were present, every aspect from the union of their bodies to the refreshing scene of exchanging fluids would be better seen than any other posture.

Knowing this, Chaesera behaved more modestly.

Indeed, this position felt embarrassing.

However, that was a separate issue from mine.

Ignoring Chaesol’s protests, he slowly pushed his member into her exposed vagina.

“Kkweut… Hng, ah.”

It felt different from lying down or being mounted on top of her.

Before, it had been a feeling of mingling bodies for intimacy. Now, it was simply ‘utilization.’

It was akin to using a living sex toy solely for my pleasure.

The excitement derived from treating a person as a tool was indescribable.

With each thrust of the hips, her moans grew more intense due to the shaking of her body.

“Ugh, gasp, ugh, ha, moan, hng.”

Chaesol’s arms gradually lost strength and hung limply by her sides.

It is said that when a drunk person drinks more, they either fall asleep or become extremely quiet.

Chaesol seemed to embody that state perfectly.

Though conscious, she had reached a point where counting became difficult, rendering her silent.

Unbeknownst to us, with each penetration, her once controlled bladder turned into a dribbling mess.

The floor was already soaked with a mixture of Chaesol’s fluids.

Suddenly, desiring the soft, yielding sensation of her chest, I turned her body around.

Supporting her limp arms around my neck, I lifted her waist higher, embracing her closely.

The firmness of her breasts against my chest sent shivers through my body.

Even without deliberate teasing, her stiffened nipples felt particularly prominent.

In this position, a sensation of pleasure began to stir within me.

“Heh… hng, fill me up completely.”

As if sensing that this encounter would be our last today, we shared a deep, intense kiss.

Breaths intertwined, a forceful thrust breached Chaesol’s womb.

Invading, and invading again.

The endless flow of ejaculate exceeded Chaesol’s capacity, spilling onto the floor.

For a while, heavy breathing filled the room.

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“Hehe.”

After the act, I found myself surprised during cleanup.

The bodily fluids scattered around, the heated air lingering in the room.

Marks etched onto our bodies as if marking territory.

It felt like witnessing an animal mating ritual.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I was truly responsible for this intense scene.

Gradually, I found it hard to shake off the feeling of being consumed by Chaesol.

A remarkable change from my previous self, despite my reluctance to admit the unbelievable series of events.

While not entirely, Chaesol’s face brightened slightly with affection, and my deep-seated resentment began to fade.

Chaesol had changed, and so had I.

No one could predict the consequences, but for now, maintaining this distance seemed best.

The thought of using Chaesol as a mere tool now seemed like a misconception.

Perhaps I was the one being used.

“That was amazing… What should we try next? If you want to use me, Hanwool, feel free anytime.”

Unlike the flushed Chaesol, my face felt increasingly cold.

After spending a week entwined like animals, it was to be expected.

Leaving the bathroom behind, standing outside the room, I refocused on my purpose.

Ultimately, what I learned from Artemia was the keyword ‘sound.’

The second test evidently required a reliance on auditory senses.

I briefly considered whether I should have threatened more aggressively with the vibrator, but this approach seemed best.

More shockingly, the true nature of the workshop and Artemia’s relationship was beyond my expectations.

Moreover, her bitter expression, steering the workshop in a different direction than intended, felt poignant.

The thought that this would be the final showdown crossed my mind.

Time passed, going through the evening, night, and bringing morning.

Participants with eyes quite different from those of the first test began to gather in one place.

Before long, the lobby of the guesthouse was filled with people centered around Artemia.

As everyone knew, the gateway to the showdown had once again opened.

Over 1,000 survivors from the first test.

Even the hesitant ones felt tension in the air, sensing a different atmosphere from before as they gathered.

It was time to focus entirely once again.

Just like those determined gazes, my mind was also filled with one thought.

Ah, I wish I could get some good rest…

Suddenly, a day that wasn’t really a holiday passed by.

Looking back, how beastly we must have seemed.

Artemia began to speak as resentment towards our lower halves started to build up.

“To all participants who passed the first test. Before we begin the second test, I will briefly explain the content.”

Everyone began to focus on her words.

“The format is similar to before. However, causing harm to each other will not earn you any points. You will earn points through the ‘showdown robots’ provided.”

The revelation of the content of the second test finally threw all participants into confusion.

The first reason being that except for the top 10% who pass, everyone else will be eliminated.

Clearly, it seemed that fewer candidates would pass due to the impending finality.

“There are two types of showdown robots. While one allows you to score points, the other explodes upon impact.”

And the second reason was that even a small mistake could lead to death.

The distinguishing factor of the robots she presented was the presence of magic.

If you sense a very faint magical wave, it means points; if you feel emptiness, it means death.

In short, it was a matter of who could read the flow of magic well.