Chapter 99
Chapter 99
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Love is a Lie (2)
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1.
Yebin's consciousness delved deeply, ever deeper, into Siwoo's unconscious.
The human brain has a capacity of one petabyte.
It's not that the brain's processing functions can handle all that information in an instant, but purely in terms of storage size, it's said to be enough to hold roughly 4.7 billion books.
Even the unconscious holds a vast flood of information like that, and for another person to fully perceive and categorize it all is next to impossible.
But Yebin was different.
By utilizing her self-generating magic, "Palace of the Unconscious," she could sensory-ize the massive data that was nothing more than electrical and chemical signals.
The place she wandered was a dim, dark space.
A bizarre realm filled with countless staircases and an equally innumerable array of doors scattered everywhere.
The laws of physics that apply in three-dimensional space don't hold here.
Some doors hung upside down from the ceiling, with staircases leading to them in perfect vertical lines.
Amid the torrent of ever-shifting staircases and doors, Yebin calmly dashed toward her target.
Opening every single door was impossible.
To do that, she'd have to grind on top of him until he died.
So the doors Yebin needed to find were the ones with high "priority."
The importance of doors usable for consciousness restoration was determined by their color and shape, and Yebin could instinctively sense their order of precedence.
[Haaaang, haaaang...! Aaaaahhh! Ohhhhhaaang...! So gooooodaaaang....!]
"Ugh......"
As she raced up the stairs toward a black door, Yebin shuddered at the echo of her own moans reverberating through the Palace of the Unconscious.
If you recorded those groans and played them back at 0.1x speed through concert speakers in a massive cave, that's the kind of sound you'd get.
Since those noises were ringing in Siwoo's ears, they echoed here in his mental world like BGM.
By now, Amelia must have seen and heard her own image writhing on top of him, panting like that.
It was utterly mortifying, but she had no spare attention for it.
Her head was already burning from mental overload.
Just wrap this up quick.
Yebin flung open the black door and stepped inside.
She'd been sensing powerful waves of consciousness from this place for a while.
There was a high chance that crucial clues lay in the space beyond this door.
"Ah....?"
Thrown into a space as vast as the universe, Yebin couldn't help letting out a strange sound.
As a witch herself, she instantly recognized what this space was.
This was Siwoo's ein.
She knew he was a man who had achieved self-generating magic despite his gender, showing profound mastery of magic.
If all she'd witnessed here was just the ein, her shock might have been a bit less.
-Vrrrrm! Vrrrrm! Vrrrrrm!
A massive vibrational hum.
In the center of the pitch-black space floated an unidentified golden object.
The magical structure built from her accumulated knowledge of magic was rapidly morphing its form over and over.
From a round sphere in an instant to a rectangular shape, then stretching into a ribbon-like band, or even taking the form of a sword.
Magic is a law, a formula.
While witches can adapt and modify it according to their abilities, the basic framework must remain intact.
It's an immutable truth, like "the Earth is round" or "the best ice cream flavor is mint chocolate."
Yet his ein was shattering that common sense.
The quantity and scale of the magic formulas forming the structure weren't particularly vast, but even accounting for that, it was changing forms and frameworks with impossible flexibility.
Yebin felt a shiver run through her.
She could see it with her own eyes, but she had no idea what was happening.
Should she take a closer look?
As Yebin swam through the space, flailing her limbs, the distance steadily closed.
In that brief interval, the structure had already been created and destroyed twice, altering its appearance.
"What.... is that...?"
Then her eyes caught a peculiar distortion in the space.
There was a slight anomaly in the area below where the magic structure hovered.
Like a very thin funnel, perhaps?
It was clearly the same black void, but that spot alone dipped in subtly.
It looked like a model of a black hole's gravitational field.
But no matter how much she examined it, she couldn't comprehend what it was.
It felt like her brain was refusing to process it.
Maybe the information was incomplete, causing that area to blur out.
Shifting her gaze again, she spotted Siwoo.
He was in the exact same sleeping pose.
A face that must have heard "parasite aura" comments countless times.
Expressionless, he reached out toward the structure, wiggling his fingers.
"Hm...."
So that's the guy I'm doing it with right now.
A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over Yebin for no particular reason.
At that moment, Siwoo turned his head with a swivel.
In the empty socket of his left eye—which was vacant in reality—something else dwelled.
A golden orb shimmered in place of his eyeball, rippling with mystical light as it gazed at Yebin.
How many times had she been startled today?
Yebin pointed at her chest with a finger and asked.
"C... Can you see me...?"
That eye was definitely fixed on Yebin.
And this, too, was something that shouldn't be possible.
In this space, Yebin was merely an observer.
At first glance, it seemed like she'd entered Siwoo's unconscious, but in truth, she was just collecting and sensory-izing the information read from him.
If the person you're surveilling via CCTV suddenly stared right at you and made eye contact, wouldn't it give you chills?
No answer came.
Siwoo stared blankly at Yebin for a long while.
With an empty gaze that betrayed no emotions or thoughts, he then lost interest and resumed what he was doing.
That was when the noise began.
A change in the external environment disrupted the observations.
Yebin's consciousness was instantly bounced out of the Palace of the Unconscious and back to reality.
"Haa... haa... ah...."
And immediately, the prickling tremors hit.
Her body shook like she had hypothermia, then suddenly her vaginal muscles spasmed wildly.
"Haaang... aaaahng...!"
Climax.
The extreme physical pleasure shattered Yebin's focus, breaking the magic.
Still, if the overall goal was 100, she'd restored about 30, a terrifying achievement compared to yesterday.
How much time had passed...?
Yebin panted raggedly and glanced to the side.
The chair where Baron Merrygold had been sitting was empty, and her belly felt warm and full of semen.
Yebin gaped at her crotch.
Semen clumped thickly in her pubic hair, sticking to her thighs like wet seaweed.
The overflowing cum had frothed up, turning the sheets into a total mess.
This was clearly more than one or two ejaculations.
"Uwaaa...."
Like a dam bursting, pleasure she'd been oblivious to surged through Yebin.
She caught her breath, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.
"Am I... gonna get addicted to this...?"
She barely had the energy to mutter that softly.
Without even pulling out his cock or wiping the leaking semen, she flopped onto his broad chest.
"Haa.... Seriously... what the hell is going on...?"
Just a few months ago, she'd thought this boring routine would drag on forever.
Who knew events would pile up like bamboo shoots after rain?
-Splurt!
"Ack...!"
She heard the sound of remaining semen mixing with air and gushing out of her pussy.
With her legs splayed wide while face-down, it was only natural.
But the sound was cruder than she'd imagined, flushing her face bright red.
"Crazy... If Siwoo were awake, that would've been mortifying."
Yebin primly sat up, closed her legs, and locked eyes with Siwoo.
"Huh?"
"........."
His right pupil was staring at Yebin.
Blinking slowly, he scanned the surroundings languidly.
Did he wake up?
He looked dazed, but he definitely seemed conscious.
"Huh? Wait, what...? No way...."
The consciousness restoration was far from complete.
Only about 30% done—he'd need at least two more sessions as successful as today's to regain full awareness.
-Grab!
Siwoo's outstretched hand seized Yebin's wrist.
So startled, she didn't shake it off and just watched his actions.
The rough, calloused palm gripping her slender wrist felt unmistakably masculine.
An unexpected event during treatment—observing his behavior was crucial.
"Uh..."
Then Siwoo's hand suddenly clutched her breast over her clothes.
Gripping her tit with manly force, he kneaded it roughly.
During the healing process, Yebin had sent electrical signals to his limbs to prevent muscle atrophy or blood clots, maintaining motor functions.
Every three days, she'd loosened his joints.
Thanks to that, despite lying there for nearly 100 days, he moved without any awkwardness.
"Siwoo... is your consciousness back...?"
A strange man groping her breasts the moment he woke up, and her lower half fully exposed after multiple creampies—it was embarrassing.
But checking Siwoo's condition was Yebin's top priority.
He didn't seem fully rational.
His movements were stiff, awkward somehow.
Above all, silently kneading her breast in this situation made it hard to believe he was okay.
It seemed like pure instinct reacting to external stimuli, without proper thought.
Her breast squished and deformed like dough in his relentless grip.
What did this action mean?
A yearning for maternal affection unmet in childhood?
Or simply touching and confirming the first thing that caught his eye?
Either way, it wasn't full recovery—not stemming from higher cognition.
"Siwoo, if you can understand me, say anyth—...!"
Then his fingertips pinched her erect nipple through her clothes.
A sharp sting mixed with a tingle straight to her gut—Yebin's tongue twisted unwittingly.
Siwoo kept toying with her nipple like squishing jelly.
"Si... Siwoo? Could you let go of my nipple first... ahn...!"
Suddenly, the hand on her wrist grabbed her ass instead.
A man groping her body...
Her heart pounded inexplicably.
As Yebin floundered, she felt his cock rubbing against her folds.
No... no way?
The thought flashed, and whoosh—Siwoo thrust his hips up.
"Haaang...!"
Her pussy, melted sloppy from repeated creampies, offered no resistance to insertion.
His glans split her sloppy folds and rammed straight to her cervix.
The tickle on her hypersensitive womb mouth drew a sultry moan from Yebin.
"Um, excuse me...?"
Siwoo sat up smoothly.
She hadn't noticed while he was lying down, but he had a solid build now.
Just him sitting made her feel like she'd fit perfectly in his arms.
Siwoo seized her ass with both hands.
She should refuse, should at least inform Baron Merrygold that he'd awakened.
"Eung...!"
His firm grip on her ass moved on instinct.
Treating her lower body like an onahole, shaking it up and down, his rigid cock burrowed deeper into her depths.
"Ha... ah... ah..."
In face-to-face sitting position, staring into each other's eyes, Siwoo leaned forward.
"Eut...!"
Flopped back onto the bed, Yebin watched Siwoo's emotionless face loom over her with trembling eyes.
No thoughts readable, utterly blank.
Until now, with him just lying there, from midway it had felt less like sex and more like mutual masturbation.
But this felt like...
Being emotionlessly raped?
"D... Don't do this..."
She pushed at his chest, but he didn't budge.
No woman could overpower a man in strength anyway.
"Haeut...!"
Instead, as positions shifted, he drove his nearly slipping cock even deeper.
Her womb squeezed tight again.
Yebin felt the strength she'd mustered drain away.
With his dick embedded, she couldn't move.
Siwoo grabbed her wrists as she pushed at his chest, pinning them above her head.
Instantly deprived of arm freedom, Yebin lay exposed under him, armpits bared.
"Eut...!"
This position felt like everything was on display—humiliating.
Guided by instinct, Siwoo began slowly thrusting his hips.
"Eut...! Eut...! Eutng...!"
Legs spread, Yebin flailed briefly before giving up resistance.
"Si... Siwoo... haang..."
Honestly, she could shake him off with magic if she wanted...
"Th... This isn't right...♡"
No way.
It felt too damn good.