episode_0129

What I feel is damp and tattered cloth.

It is a cloth that has become extremely heavy, soaked in love juice.

Who would believe me if I told them that this piece of cloth was so valuable that it would take a commoner a year’s worth of salary to save up for a pair of underwear?

And if I told you that this piece of cloth was once the last line of defense protecting the most secret areas of my body… … .

Who would believe that?

“Haa… Haa… ”

Hesitation and excitement intersect.

The instinct to fall and the instinct to hang on and struggle, circulating endlessly, belittling each other.

But I already know,

That I made up my mind when I cast the soundproofing magic.

“Ugh… ”

I know it won’t work.

I know all too well that it is wrong.

But… but… I know… I also know that it can’t be undone…!

I lay there with my head down, barely able to see between my legs with my eyes blank and unfocused.

I carefully pulled my right hand out from inside the panties… no, the piece of cloth.

And I saw,

A transparent membrane wrapped around a slender finger,

Sticky thread.

I kept looking at the thread as I stuck my fingers together and took them apart.

Is this how women are originally?

A sticky, clear liquid, a love juice… Is it normal for this much to be secreted?

Man, what was I like when I was a man…?

Similar liquid…

Did Cooper fluid come out this much…?

No matter how much I think about it, it’s not true.

This is wrong.

When I was a man, no matter how excited I was, it was never to this extent. So it was wrong. This is fundamentally dangerous. A person cannot do this.

It’s dangerous.

It’s dangerous.

My instincts are warning me.

Just by being attached for a moment, feeling the aftertaste, and remembering being with the knife, if I let it go like this, it wouldn’t be strange if I died of dehydration at any time.

At that moment, a spurt of love juice gushed out from between my legs.

“Whoa… … ”

Since there was no more room to get wet, the small area panties weren’t enough, and the stickiness threatened to invade even the bed.

The color of the soft blanket placed under my buttocks is gradually becoming darker.

It’s dangerous.

It’s dangerous.

My voice rings in my head. The pretty voice shouting inside sounds desperate.

But the desperate cry was rather sweet, like the seduction of a siren.

As if he wanted me to come a little bit closer… a little bit closer…

Swish-

So I decided to get closer.

I decided to go down a little further.

The heat of curiosity completely consumed me.

Gulp – He swallows dry saliva and moves his left hand back between her panties, while his right hand goes to her left breast.

What I feel in my left hand is a smooth pubic bone…

I didn’t mean to remember it, but the smooth tip of my pubic bone, also known as the mound of Venus, was as clean as if I had shaved it.

That’s why, as if hesitating, my fingers stopped at the edge of the hill, for fear that the hill of Venus was too slippery and my hand would be swept away between the steep valleys.

Slippery and wet,

It just hovered around the pubic bone.

On the other hand, what I felt in my right hand was a lump of fat that was blocking the thumping sound of my heart.

The bra that had been covering and covering that lump of fat had been ripped without me knowing.

I didn’t even think about releasing the hook, I just tore it in a hurry. Did I use magic again?

Anyway, her breasts lost their covering and were exposed defenselessly.

Yeah, breasts.

I feel a huge breast that I cannot wrap around even if I spread my right hand wide.

It was so hot and painful that I wanted to grab it and tear it apart, but at the same time, I was too sensitive to do so.

So I…

I touched her breast as gently as I could, with my fingertips, the very fine tip of my knuckles.

So gently that even the expression “touched” feels rough…

And then I saw,

A pink nipple rising from the tip of a pure white breast.

I touched the tip of her nipple, which seemed to shoot up toward the sky, with my fingertips.

It hurts when I rub it…

It hurts, so take it easy… Be careful, be careful…

“Ah… Aah… Aah… Aah!”

The stimulus immediately crossed the threshold.

But the pretense of trying to sound pretty was not easily overcome.

The reason why her pretty voice turned into a dirty voice and why she couldn’t stand it anymore was when I remembered that I had put a soundproofing spell around the bedroom.

“읏… … ”

Now the sweat was not just on my forehead, but spread all over my body, including my neck, collarbone, between my breasts, and my belly button. My body was so hot that I couldn’t control it.

I could barely catch my breath and looked at my breasts, which were being tormented by my right hand.

Her white and pretty… no, her sexy breasts were so white that even the veins were visible here and there.

And the pink nipples rising above the snowfield were so sultry.

It is a clear sight that even pious clergy can be led astray.

That’s why I closed my eyes tightly and turned away.

I have no choice but to ignore it.

Every man turns his back on the body he would conquer and desire.

why…

Why on earth…

Why did I have a body like this?

Am I expressing my wish incorrectly?

Wanting to have a body like this was never about becoming a body itself.

I can neither take nor desire myself, Beatrice with her crazy and sexy body, the heroine Beatrice de Dahlia.

That’s why it’s a useless body to me.

What’s more, a useless body that can’t even be thrown to a sword.

Do you not know how many times… how desperately and with what determination I wanted you?

I thought that with this body, this body that was destructive even in my eyes, this body that was dazzling even by the world’s standards, I could seduce you… .

Well, my body is nothing to you who has lived your whole life with a succubus bitch called a saint.

My ugly breasts…!

Bad boy.

Bad boy.

Bad bird— woof… ♥

At that moment, as I thought of the sword, the feeling of being in his arms and dancing came back to me.

And then I remembered,

The thing on the knife that tickled my belly button the whole time I was dancing,

The crazy dick that was so big it looked like it was going to burst through my pants.

It’s dangerous.

It’s dangerous…

The voice I was screaming inside had become excessively lewd.

The bitch’s voice, completely devoid of reason, cried out that I should not recall the sensations of that time, but I cannot stop now.

… … ♥

Even though its size was beyond common sense, it exuded an overwhelming presence.

So, I was confused, how could a person… how could a person…! Of course, I could just ignore it and say that it could happen, but it stung me, it stung me who was trapped in this body.

I know that too, because I’m a man, and I know that that’s definitely the wrong size.

I was scared…

Carl, every time your dick pokes my belly button, you hold me so tightly that I don’t fall, your chest against mine, the whole time.

I was so scared…

I was scared, I was afraid, I was awkward, I kept trying to pull my waist back, I tried to run away, but like you were hunting a scared rabbit, you held my waist and never let me go, never letting me run away.

“Ughhh… No, ugh, ughhh… !”

iced coffee.

I wet the bed so badly that I couldn’t even wash it off. If I keep doing this, there might be a puddle of water on the bed.

The moisture from the bed soaking wet with love juice feels cold.

And I searched for the source of the wetness on the bed, and moved my hesitant fingers shyly to the edge of Venus’s hill, and along the slope, I touched her calf.

“Ahhh, ugh.”

As I rubbed her bumpy clitoris with my index finger, a continuous stream of water shot out onto my middle finger placed in front of her vaginal opening.

The smell of the love juice flowing down my thighs hits my nose… It’s such a strong scent. It’s strong enough to cover up my perfume. Oh, this smell… Will it turn you on if you smell it?

I don’t really care because it’s my smell, it’s a woman’s smell… I’m curious.

Karl… Karl…

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and focus on your fingertips again.

I can’t keep tormenting your poor clitoris forever, because I’m curious about what’s inside of me, so I stretch my middle finger and look inside…

Tsk tsk-!

“Uuuut… ! Ow, ow, ugh… !”

But I was scared, afraid, worried, and I couldn’t turn back, so slowly.

Just the tips of your fingers?

Just the end? Just one word? Did you put it in? But…?!

Phew-!, Phew-!

“Ah, oops! Haaah… ! Huaaaang… !”

The sexy woman’s voice that had been ringing in my head came out into the world through my mouth. But it still remains a voice that only I can hear.

The overly sensitive vagina is pushing away tightly, as if it will never tolerate any sharp invasion.

Just a little more, just a little more…? What happens if I add more? Is it okay to add more? I wonder.

Again, take a deep breath, make a firm resolve, and try to release the tension that won’t go away.

Creak.

“Ouch, oh, ahhh!”

As the long stop re-enters the narrow entrance, I push it away again, desperately. It’s slippery…

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. But I’m curious. I’ll put it back in, please don’t push it out.

Creak creak.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh! Ha-eung… !”

Ahh! Two words.

I did it.

I put in two words.

Please compliment me.

Please pat me.

…yes?

I, I held it together well.

“Ka, Kal… Huh… ! Th, this… Huh!”

The water keeps coming out, I keep rubbing my fingers while even hearing the slosh sound. Carl, look. Look at me. Aah, ahh…!

Push, push.

“Ohhhh… I, I’m sorry. Haaah…! Okay, I did it wrong… ”

Whoaah.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me. I’m trash. I’m a bitch to kill. I’m a sinner. Please… Please… !

I close my eyes and think of many things.

Carl Maynor, starting with you, Theo, and the people I killed. The countless people who lost their lives by my hand.

Tears are flowing endlessly between my closed eyes.

Creak, creak, creak.

“Whew, whoosh…, Kkaaaang!”

I need to be punished. I need to suffer. Punish me. Torment me. Why aren’t you here? Why aren’t you here?

Well then, there’s nothing we can do.

In your stead, I will… I will punish myself. I will punish this vicious body with these fingers.

Phew, phew, phew, phew phew phew.

!?!?

“That, stop… Ah, no… This… , This, this kind of thing… , Heuheuuht… !”

Without realizing it, strength is being put into the tips of my toes.

Even though my toes were curled up, I somehow managed to get my feet on the bed and raise my buttocks high. My back was bent into a bridge.

“Whoaaah, haaang… !”

Aaaah.

I went away crying. Is this definitely gone? Is this what it feels like to be gone?

I, I almost lost consciousness. My body felt buoyant, lethargic, like I was falling, and tingling…

It was really, really dangerous…

“hak! Haaaang… , haak… !, haaaa… … ”

Slap- I lay back down on the bed, the strength draining from my toes. I can hear the sound of water coming from the completely soaked bed sheets. Even though I’m lying down, my back is still tense and raised.

Gulp, gulp-

When I took my finger off, water kept pouring out from the narrow hole. Oh no, I’m going to die of dehydration. Oh no, I should drink that wine from before.

“Huh, huh… !, keuheuk… ”

I was so exhausted that I put my hand on my forehead and just laughed. And still…

The tears still flow without stopping.

Why are you doing this?

Is the pleasure too much? Is it because you can’t stand the pleasure?

“I’m sorry… . I’m sorry… .”

I apologize while crying.

He keeps apologizing and crying as if he’s broken.

“I’m sorry… . Heh heh… , I, I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

Who the hell are you apologizing to?

I don’t know either.

Um… you?

Carl, do I feel sorry when I think of you?

Or Theo?

My poor little brother, should I continue to ask for forgiveness from the one I couldn’t protect?

Or the people I killed?

Could this be some conscience towards the poor lives sacrificed to my revenge and anger?

… …

Or else.

I may be apologizing to myself.

I am ashamed of myself for crossing the river of no return and for submitting to irreversible change.

Yeah maybe…

Perhaps it is a pointless apology to me, who was once a man.

An apology to myself now, to me who has come to live in this body, to me who has faced and accepted an irreversible change.

A luxurious hotel bedroom in a world of illusions.

A naked woman stains an expensive bed with dirty bodily fluids.

A slutty and beautiful woman lying down with her hair, messy from sweat, clinging to her body.

But this apology from this bitch, howling in a luxurious space that I could not have even dreamed of in the world I lived in before…

It would be useless.