episode_0048

Jeoksa stares blankly at the lying Miho.

“Unni, you can do as you please…”

The coquettish fox stretches out her body with both hands pressed against the bed.

As if desiring copulation.

Her breasts swell over the deeply carved chifao.

Though covered by clothes, her nipples were stiffly erect.

As if yearning to be touched.

Her once ordinary-sized breasts had grown so much that they now tightly filled the chifao.

Jeoksa blankly gazes at the deep hollow of her chest.

There is a single mole in that hollow.

Wanting to touch it, Jeoksa resists the urge to bury her nose in it.

Because she might end up becoming a female of the Wi Cheong-san if she loses control.

“Well then, stay still there.”

She takes a deep breath and retrieves a handkerchief.

Since it has come to this, let’s wait while wiping the aphrodisiac until the subordinates arrive.

They said the more it gets absorbed, the stranger the body becomes.

Trembling, Jeoksa caresses Miho’s arm with her hand.

Upon doing so, sticky and thick mucus seeps from the handkerchief.

Smelling the liquid, a sour scent wafts up.

To think such a thing was applied all over her body, it’s eerie and… thrilling.

Thrilling… What crazy talk.

Unni swallows hard, feeling saliva pool in her mouth.

She calmly begins to stroke the inside of Miho’s arm with the handkerchief.

Eventually, Jeoksa’s hand reaches Miho’s armpit.

“—!”

Miho curls her body, letting out a rough cry.

Like a female mating.

Miho’s body was so sensitive that even a slight touch could be felt.

It’s as if her whole body had become a sensory organ.

Soon, her fingers pass through the armpit into the space between the chifao.

When the clothes are lifted, the mucus-coated swollen breasts are revealed.

At the tips, the nipples were stiffly erect.

Jeoksa gently caresses them with the handkerchief.

And slowly, she strokes the pink nipples as if drawing a circle.

The mucus-soaked cloth torments Miho’s nipples.

As the stiff nipples move back and forth, Miho’s waist jerks.

She lets out erotic sounds as if about to burst.

Perhaps due to those sounds, Jeoksa’s body heats up as well.

Killer unbuttons three buttons of her shirt.

Meanwhile, Miho’s breasts seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

The closer they get to climax.

Jeoksa focuses all her attention on wiping the breasts.

Slowly from the collarbone down to the lower breast.

But as she moves upwards as if offering the lower breast, a sudden situation arises.

“I can’t… hold it anymore.”

Miho raises her hand and wraps her arms around Jeoksa’s back.

She pulls Unni towards her.

Then she starts stroking her own breasts against Unni’s bra.

The remaining mucus transfers to Jeoksa’s body.

Jeoksa regrets unbuttoning the three buttons.

The remaining mucus stuck to her upper chest and soon seeped into her bra.

Her nipples buried in the underwear start to squirm.

Soon, they stiffen.

“Stop it…!”

Jeoksa pushes Miho away with a shout.

In response, the vixen smiles as if her strategy had worked.

“So Unni makes such sounds too? Killer is ultimately a woman…”

Jeoksa adjusts her loose bra.

But her breasts are already sticky with mucus.

“Shut up… Just lie down again. It’s an order.”

She pushes Miho with all her might.

However, like a feminine female, Killer was weakening.

Miho pouts as if disappointed.

Then she lifts her lips and gently lies back on the bed with her arms raised.

Jeoksa flips the handkerchief.

And slowly begins to remove Miho’s thin chifao.

Gradually, her naked body, smoothly coated with mucus, is revealed.

Jeoksa wipes lotion along the contours of her ribs.

Miho softly moans each time the mucus touches her body.

She strokes the soft belly, caresses the navel.

Drawing circles slowly on the lower abdomen, when she touches the pelvis, Miho flinches.

Soon, Unni lowers the chifao down to the calves.

The neatly shaved appearance of Surim is revealed.

Just like a while ago.

“That’s… not allowed…”

Miho, who had said it was okay to do as she pleased, speaks with embarrassment.

She shyly points to that place with her hand and crouches down.

Her crouched thighs swell roundly.

The mucus between her thighs gathers and becomes even whiter.

“You can’t… you have to wipe it here for sure.”

Unni says.

And she begins to forcefully spread Miho’s thighs apart.

The melted mucus stretches out through the gap.

She slowly wipes from that area.

Then she gently strokes Surim.

Surim moves around as if obedient to Joksa’s touch.

The wiped plot soon takes on the form of melted spider silk.

It’s awkward.

Due to excessive mucus, the handkerchief can no longer fulfill its proper role.

The blanket on the bed is also covered in faint marks and cannot be used.

Is there no clean fabric or cloth here at all?

Suddenly, she notices her sweat-soaked white shirt.

Joksa swallows the sticky saliva on her tongue.

And finally starts taking off the shirt.

White and smooth shoulders are revealed.

The black bra that was hidden shyly appears.

The large breasts were tightly pressed against the underwear.

Amyeo stares blankly at Unni’s naked body for the first time.

Ignoring her embarrassed expression, Joksa lifts the shirt.

And then finishes wiping Miho’s body.

With her own sweat-drenched shirt.

The white shirt gradually descends below Surim.

As it goes down, Miho’s hips move lasciviously as if performing a piston exercise.

Joksa’s hand, dripping with sweat, soon reaches the end of the thigh.

At that moment, Miho stops momentarily as if paralyzed.

Then, she screams for a moment, lifting her thighs stiffly.

Her calves rise from toe to heel.

But Unni couldn’t stop here.

When she vigorously rubbed the wet vulva, Miho stood up.

Then, leaning her arms on Unni’s neck, she tilted her head as if crazy.

“I don’t want this… please stop now. I feel like… I’m going to lose myself.”

The girl’s eyes turn red.

Seeing the confused face of the girl, torn between pain and pleasure, excites Unni.

Contrary to her mixed feelings, Joksa had never been intimate with anyone before.

But looking at this girl now, desires she thought she didn’t have began to surface.

And those desires were gradually soaking Joksa’s underwear.

She thinks all of this is because of the aphrodisiac.

She didn’t want to believe that she was aroused by the girl.

“—!”

However, at that moment, whether the girl understood her feelings or not, she pulled Joksa towards her with her body.

Covered in thick mucus all over her body.

“Clean me yourself, Unni.”

Miho whispers with a seductive voice as they press their chests against each other.

And slowly moving her hips, she touches her thighs, partially exposed by Unni.

“It’s because of you that I’ve become like this.”

White semen stains the thighs.

The lewd semen flows down the flesh.

Joksa wanted to resist.

But somehow, she couldn’t resist the girl’s strength.

Perhaps due to her weakness, Miho’s strength seemed stronger than hers.

The girl’s plump lips gradually draw closer.

With each breath Miho takes, a pink breath escapes.

The highly concentrated aphrodisiac that had been injected into her body for a long time.

If she drinks that, she will surely be in danger too.

But before realizing this fact, Miho’s tongue slips into Joksa’s lips.

The melted two tongues intertwine and taste each other.

Joksa’s tongue tries to push away Miho’s by any means.

But all it did was provide opportunities to smear mucus on Joksa’s tongue.

Very meticulously, from under the tongue to the inside.

The killer’s red eyes gradually lose focus.

Meanwhile, Miho freely injected the aphrodisiac into Unni’s body.

In the midst of the hazy atmosphere, the vixen stealthily pulled down her pants.

Simultaneously, she began to nibble at the nape of her sister’s neck.

She then unhooked her sister’s bra.

And with a delicate tongue tainted by drugs, she tasted the exposed breasts.

At that moment, the vixen started to speak in a feminine voice she had not shown before.

Covering her embarrassed mouth with the back of her hand, she allowed her body to be explored.

Miho had already noticed that the vixen’s weakness lay in her breasts.

Having been educated in finding weaknesses while being tormented by Seonhwa all over her body, Miho put her lessons into practice.

The diligent female used what she had learned.

“Your breasts are sensitive. Is that why you’ve been hiding them away like this?”

The vixen felt a sense of accomplishment as she licked her sister’s milk like a child.

Her torment on the rounded nipples caused them to stiffen and rise.

The ceiling seemed to sway.

As Juksa was being ravished, she momentarily lost consciousness due to the overwhelming drug effects.

When she opened her eyes again, Juksa felt hypersensitive all over her body, as if she had become someone else.

Her entire body felt sensitive and hot as if every part had turned into an erogenous zone.

Breathing oddly, she gazed down at the saliva clinging to her body.

Shiho was nestled against Juksa’s nape, their bodies intimately connected.

Between her plot and Shiho’s scheme, a mixed fluid stretched like a string.

Exhausted, the vixen nuzzled against Juksa’s neck and shivered.

The viscous fluid that had covered her body seemed to have mostly disappeared, as if some desire had been fulfilled.

Shiho, still half-asleep, murmured apologetically, “Juksa… I’m sorry.”

It was the bartender’s voice from the days they missed.

But Juksa, who had longed for that voice more than anyone else, found it absurd.

After enjoying everything to the fullest, now she was apologizing?

Shiho’s voice became huskier and softer, like a boy who had calmed down after the act.

Juksa was irritated by this transformation.

Just because the arousal had transferred to her didn’t mean the situation was resolved.

“You’ve enjoyed everything, haven’t you, Miho?”

“M-Miho… This was all because of the drug…”

Shiho quickly turned her head, pulling the blanket to cover herself.

Then she mumbled softly, “By any chance, did Anna come here?”

Out of the blue, mentioning Anna made Juksa’s eyebrows twitch.

“Why suddenly looking for that girl?”

“I have to meet her.”

Juksa’s heart gradually began to flutter at these words.

Blissfully unaware, Shiho murmured shyly, “I have something left unsaid to her…”

Juksa bit her lip.

After tasting herself like that and then coming to her senses, the first thing Shiho said was ‘Anna.’

Never had Juksa seen such obliviousness and stupidity in a fox before.

Juksa slowly got up.

It was strange.

When under the influence of the drug, she felt drained of energy, but now, after getting angry, she felt an overflow of strength in her body.

Juksa’s lower abdomen trembled.

“After all the trouble to find her, you’re just looking for Anna?”

The feeling of futility washed over her for all the efforts she had made to save her.

Juksa, wanting to compensate for this emptiness, breathed heavily as she climbed onto Shiho for comfort.

Staring intently at the bartender, she said, “J-Juksa…? What’s wrong…”

Under the dark shadow, Shiho asked with a bewildered expression.

“Hey.”

Saliva dripped from Juksa’s lips.

And that saliva had somehow turned pink.

“Can she be your mistress?”

Juksa looked at the choker around Shiho’s neck.

“Don’t look for her in front of me.”

Her fingers slipped past Shiho’s choker.

Juksa grabbed it and forced Shiho to stand up.

Then, pressing their lips together, she forcefully fed her thick saliva.

Shiho coughed as she tried to push Juksa away.

“Why are you doing this!”

Shiho resisted as if she knew nothing.

But the more she resisted, the deeper Juksa’s tongue delved into her mouth.

Overwhelmed by that force, the bartender was once again laid back on the bed.

Lips intertwined, the sisters took a deep breath.

As their faces parted, a long strand of saliva stretched between their lips.

Jeksa wiped it away, wearing a contented expression.

“From now on, your master is me, not her.”

The black-haired snake flickered its red eyes.

Her gaze was already unfocused.

Jeksa climbed onto her back and pressed her body down.

Slowly, she placed her cheek against her sister’s.

The tangled saliva transferred to her conspiracy as is.

In that state, Jeksa continued to kiss her.

As if marking territory.

She began to inscribe the owner’s mark on every inch of her sister’s body.

Once on the collarbone.

Twice on the chest.

And down to the lower abdomen.

But it didn’t end there.

A perfect marking must be done thoroughly, even in delicate places.

“You belong to me.”

Jeksa uttered what Weicheongsan had said.

Her snake-like tongue headed towards her sister’s cheek.

“Ah…”

Despite Jeksa wiping her enough, her sister’s secret place was still wet.

And the liquid that marked her was not just saliva.

It was something self-produced.

Jeksa’s tongue started to lick the substance.

The saliva stretched on the red tongue.

“Do you understand…?”

With an ecstatic expression, Sihwa slowly nodded.

Just as she was about to nod…

“—!”

The tightly closed door of the jasmine room suddenly swung open.

The two were startled as if caught in an affair.

Sihwa hastily covered her enlarged body with a blanket.

Jeksa withdrew her face from her sister’s cheek.

Someone stared at them blankly.

Anna.

She looked at the two with a shocked expression.

Behind her, many of Jeksa’s subordinates also accompanied her.

They too gazed at the two sisters with dumbfounded expressions.

“Oh, no… this isn’t what it looks like!”

Jeksa exclaimed, looking flustered at her subordinates.

But thick saliva was already flowing from her lips.