City of Witches Chapter 96

Is this what it feels like to stroll through a garden filled with opium smoke?

A dizzying sense of tranquility that makes you forget all the wearisome and difficult affairs of the world.

“Ah...haa...haaang....”

Yebin, lying on her back looking up at the sky, panted with her mouth half-open.

Her healthy pink tongue squirmed inside, mixing the saliva that had turned sticky from the feverish heat.

A tingling sensation spread from her waist to her hands and feet, a pleasure that began at her hips.

“I’m going crazy... what is this, I’m really going crazy...haa, haaht....!”

Her smooth waist, connected to her childbearing hips.

Yebin’s waist, reminiscent of porcelain, and her shoulder blades were arched backward.

Fifteen minutes of riding on top of Siwoo.

The pleasure that had been building up gradually had culminated in a light climax.

Every time the glans, pressed tightly against her cervix, rubbed back and forth, her womb truly trembled—it was no lie.

She even felt a lewd sensation as if she, a Witch who couldn’t bear children, were ovulating.

“Haa, haa, wait... surely I’m not really going to get pregnant...”

To the point where she muttered such words, comfortably detached from common sense.

Every time Yebin breathed heavily, Siwoo could feel her vaginal mucosa mercilessly squeezing his thing.

As if reacting to that tightness, Siwoo’s thing twitched inside Yebin.

Yebin, her face flushed red, moistened her lips with her tongue.

This feeling of her mouth being hot while her lips were parched dry.

It was an emotion she could never have felt alone.

When Yebin was in Greenland, her lodging was hardly a place worthy of being called a ‘workshop.’

A four-person caravan stuffed with pillows for insulation and walls lined with animal hides.

In that place with no friends to talk to, Yebin’s only two hobbies were watching Netflix and touching her clitoris while watching porn.

The outside temperature was minus 20 degrees Celsius.

How comforting it was to slip her hand inside her panties and fidget alone under the frost-covered window.

While eating, cleaning, reading, researching, before sleeping, during breaks.

It became a habit to slip her hand into her panties.

By this point, she knew it was masturbation addiction, but she kept doing it, saying things like, ‘Who cares, it’s not like anyone’s watching anyway.’

In fact, even while staying at Baron Marigold’s lodging, she always made time to masturbate for about an hour a day.

It was a result of ten years of solitary room life, where Yebin used it as a means of stress relief, leaving it ingrained in her like the compulsion to bite her nails.

“Haaah....”

But she could say with certainty.

Even if she masturbated a hundred times, she could never feel this sensation.

This pleasure that feels like piercing through her insides.

The pulsations felt through the connected mucosa.

Even though she had lost her reproductive ability, she could feel the instinct of ‘wanting to receive seed.’

“Hmm, hang.... uhhht....”

Yebin, who had been moving only back and forth until now, slightly changed her pattern.

She decided to bounce her hips and waist up and down like pounding a mortar.

“Oht...ok...uht...hook...”

Every time his thing poked her cervix.

She could feel a thin bolt of lightning racing from the crown of her head down to her perineum.

Even the sensation of her breasts swaying inside her dress and rubbing against the soft fabric felt good.

“Ha...a...ht...uh...? Uh?”

Just from moving like that, ever so slightly.

Siwoo’s cock swelled up once, greatly.

And then, with fierce momentum, it began pouring cum inside Yebin’s vagina.

Siwoo’s cock had already been nearing its limit.

-Glurg! Glurg! Glurg!

Each time his cock twitched, a hot, sticky liquid spread throughout her belly.

That movement, that temperature, that sensation was so bizarrely erotic that Yebin unconsciously trembled.

She could feel her cervix, which had risen upward to receive the sperm, and the rippling vaginal folds trying to suck up the cum like a dropper.

“Haa....a...hang....”

Creampie.

Cream pie.

Vaginal cumshot.

Womb cum soaking.

Indiscriminate baby seed bombing.

That’s what was happening to her.

The ejaculation time, which felt like about ten seconds, ended, covering the inside of Yebin’s vagina with white cum.

Yebin looked down at her belly with a slightly dazed expression.

Between her smooth thighs, she could see cum that couldn’t all be contained inside her vagina trickling out.

“Ht...hong...”

Even after that, her pelvis quivered with each twitching movement of his cock, as if receiving electrical signals.

It feels good.

Watching the aurora painting the mid-April sky while eating kimchi stew wasn’t sex.

Heating frozen chicken in the microwave and eating it with canned beer while watching a movie wasn’t sex.

Being cocooned between piles of pillows, taking off only her pants, and fiddling with her clit wasn’t sex.

Having a cock thrust into her pussy and getting creampied...!

This is real sex.

Caressing the goosebumps on her forearm, Yebin shakily lifted her hips.

“Uuh....”

Since Witches don’t ovulate, they naturally don’t menstruate.

So it had been a long time since she felt this kind of sensation.

Should she describe it as the feeling of wrapping around a hot oyster?

The cum, concentrated in Siwoo’s testicles over three months, taking on a sticky viscosity and yellowish hue, seeped out from between Yebin’s pussy and flowed down her thighs.

“Uah uah...!”

Yebin hurriedly covered her crotch with her hands.

The sheets could be cleaned with Magic anyway.

But for Yebin, who was still close to human sensibilities, the sense of crisis that ‘nothing should stain the blanket’ came first.

For a long while, Yebin knelt in a standing position, catching the cum drop by drop in her hands.

“....So this is cum.”

It was quite different from what she’d only seen in videos.

It was slicker than she’d imagined, and even from a distance, a fishy, peculiar scent wafted up strongly.

“So this is why they talk about that ‘night flower’ smell...”

The amount was enormous.

Enough to fill her cupped hands like a bowl.

The viscosity was as thick as jelly.

Yebin glanced around and brought her palm to her mouth.

In adult videos, female actors would suck or swallow this as if it tasted good.

How would it really taste?

“Uwek....”

Yebin, who lightly licked the cum with the tip of her tongue, scrunched up her face and shuddered.

It was more disgusting, bitter, and fishy than she’d imagined.

Moreover, even though only a little went down her throat, it stung.Yebin wiped her palm, the area around his groin, and every nook and cranny between his thighs with the damp cloth she had prepared in advance.

Though embarrassing, she had completely forgotten about the treatment until just moments ago.

Now that she seemed somewhat adjusted, it was time to begin the treatment in earnest.

Yebin took out the gel again and meticulously applied it with her hands until Siwoo's cock glistened.

Even though he had already ejaculated, his member showed no sign of shrinking, proudly displaying its swollen veins.

"Haa...."

Yebin was startled by the hot sigh that escaped her unknowingly.

Touching his hard member brought back the intense pleasure she had felt earlier.

"What's wrong with me? I must be crazy."

Yebin shook her head vigorously and carefully climbed on top of Siwoo as she had done before.

"Ahng...!"

Yebin's vaginal walls, thoroughly aroused, were even more swollen than the first time.

But they were also slick and melted, allowing her to swallow Siwoo's cock with even greater pleasure.

"Now... now let's do the treatment... the treatment..."

It seemed like she was getting used to it by now...

Yebin began moving her hips with a slapping sound and started releasing her magic power.

As his glans rubbed against her cervix again, Yebin's back straightened once more.

"Haa... Mr. Siwoo...."

With a plaintive voice.

Yebin's first night deepened just like that.

"Damn it...."

Waking up in the warm sunlight for the first time in a while, Yebin recalled yesterday's events and covered her cheeks with her hands.

"I didn't do any treatment at all..."

To be precise, she hadn't even achieved one-tenth of her original goal.

It wasn't due to external factors.

Siwoo's body was in optimal condition for the procedure, and the intercourse, which she thought would be difficult, had also brought her immense pleasure.

"Crazy bitch... Moon Yebin, you crazy bitch..."

The problem was that the pleasure had been too intoxicating.

Yebin recalled her own appearance from last night.

'Haang...! Haa...! Haang...! Do you like it too, Mr. Siwoo...? This is really my first time...! Haang... ah... I like it too...!'

The sight of her shaking her buttocks like a prostitute on top of him, urging him to ejaculate inside her once, twice, even three times.

Three times like that.

Yebin had immersed herself in pleasure, using Siwoo as a masturbation device.

All while making excuses about getting accustomed to sex and focusing on healing.

Just like the day she first learned to masturbate, she had danced her hips on top of him from late night until dawn.

It was only on the fourth insertion that she finally began the treatment.

But the sun had risen, and she could no longer stay there.

In the morning, Marigold always came to visit Siwoo, and if she stayed, she would end up showing her having sex with him right in front of her.

Siwoo was already 'another woman's man,' favored by Baron Marigold.

Even though it was under the pretext of treatment, she didn't want to show the actual sex scene.

"Self-loathing... it's at full stack..."

Yebin lay face down on the bed, tearing at her hair.

She had started with the clear purpose of treatment, yet spent hours shaking her hips on top of a man she'd never even had a conversation with.

During the three times he ejaculated inside her, she did nothing resembling proper treatment and was wholly preoccupied with indulging in pleasure.

Wasn't she a failure both as a doctor and as a woman?

"I'm ruined..."

Yebin crawled sluggishly to the edge of the bed and banged her head against the wall.

Tonight, she absolutely must... absolutely must proceed with the treatment.

Originally, she had told the Baron that about three sessions would be sufficient, so she had no intention of exceeding that number.

She needed to complete yesterday's portion of the treatment today.

To do that, she would need roughly twelve hours, though...

Yebin, with her head against the wall and her buttocks raised, sank into contemplation.

Twelve hours.

Twelve hours, huh...

Twelve hours of sex...?

Doing what she did yesterday for twelve hours...?

Without realizing it, Yebin's hand had already slipped past her panties and was circling her round mound.

Perhaps the heat from last night hadn't subsided; it felt like fluid was gushing out even with just a few touches.

It felt like she had become a faucet.

"Ah... ugh... mm..."

Yebin buried her face in the pillow and bit down hard on the pillowcase.

Two fingers that had been tracing the petals now burrowed into the winding vaginal entrance.

"Ugh... mm... mm..."

Above the vaginal entrance.

The spot where she had unknowingly gasped every time his member brushed against it—pressing and rubbing there sent tingling pleasure down her spine.

After immersing herself in her own world like that for about ten minutes.

"Miss Smirna."

Yebin felt a chill that seemed to freeze her spine.

Because she heard the voice of someone who shouldn't be heard in this room.

Yebin raised her head as if broken and creakily turned it backward.

She was so flustered that she didn't even think to remove the fingers probing her Boji.

Behind her stood Amelia, arms crossed, with an expression colder than dry ice.

Author's Note (Author's Afterword)

Hueeeeeeeeeeng