A Night of Thick Fog and Fumes (2)
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I had no idea what time it was.
Truthfully, the better way to put it was that I had no room left to care.
The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh filled the air. Every time I drove into Gretchen and bottomed out inside her, something scraped raw along my nerves.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Ahh—! …Doyun-nim…!"
Gretchen's ragged voice was unbearably sweet. It felt as though every shred of lust buried inside me had burst free and was pouring itself into the female beneath me—a dizzying, mindless haze. A light sheen of sweat slicked my skin, and a heavy, aching pressure built at the base of my cock.
On instinct I seized both her wrists and snapped my hips forward. Gretchen's head jerked back. Buried to the hilt inside her, I could feel exactly what state she was in. Every time I thrust deeper, her cunt clenched hard around me and her whole body shuddered.
That had to be her climax.
The knowledge that I had made Gretchen come on my cock sent a slow, intoxicating rush of superiority through me.
"Haaang— haah— hnnngh♡"
Sweet moans melting into pure pleasure. I looked down at Gretchen beneath me, obediently taking every drop of my lust—then suddenly pulled her into my arms.
"D-Doyun-nim♡…"
Startled, she breathed my name, then gently bit the side of my neck and began to lick. Her full breasts pressed soft and springy against my chest, and my cock throbbed even harder.
"Mmh♡ I love you, Doyun-nim♡"
She licked, nipped, kissed her way up from my throat until her lips found mine.
"Mmnh♡ chuu♡"
Our tongues tangled. The soft slide of hers was intoxicating.
Spurt—! Spurtt—!!
I came inside her. Her walls fluttered wildly, milking my cock like a massage, wringing out every last drop of semen and forcing it deep into her.
I pulled out slowly. She had clenched so tightly that a soft pop sounded as I slipped free.
"Haa… haa…"
On my own, two rounds had always been my limit—and even that needed a breather in between. With Gretchen, I had lost count. Just the ones I could remember already felt like four…
After the orgasm left me slack, Gretchen—who had been face-down on the bed—slowly pushed herself up. Flushed, half-lidded eyes glowing with a faint blue light fixed on me as she lowered her face to my lap.
Slurp, slurp.
Like a small animal nursing, she suckled the cock still slick with her juices and my cum. That alone was enough to bring my half-spent length back to full hardness.
"You're… really greedy, you know that."
"Hehe…"
Gretchen smiled brightly and shifted position. I lined myself up with her entrance again. By now even that simple touch made her body gush fresh slick. The sight was somehow both endearing—proof that the woman in front of me belonged to me—and thick with a sticky, possessive hunger.
Squelch—! Thud!
I slammed my hips forward again, rough, and grabbed her breasts like handles. Soft. Springy. The more I kneaded them, the more addictive the feel became.
"Hyaang♡ M-my pussy and… my breasts at the same time♡… hnniiih♡…"
I worked her chest while snapping my hips; Gretchen's eyes rolled and her body shook. The grip around me, which had loosened a little, clamped down tighter than before.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Thud, thud, thud♡
The wet crash of skin. Moans driven wild by pleasure. The thick, musky warmth hanging in the air. All of it tangled together until my head swam.
"This is… the last one…!"
"Yeees♡ All the way to the end♡ Pour everything into me♡…"
Even while panting she rolled her hips to match my rhythm. And then, deep inside her, I came a fifth time.
Spurrrrt—!!!
A load barely smaller than the first flooded her depths. Only then did the two of us collapse onto the bed almost in unison. The only sound left in the room was the heat-soaked rasp of our breathing.
"That should be… enough of a top-up, right…?"
"Yes♡… More than enough♡…"
Gretchen gave a small nod at my question, then gathered what little strength she had left and nestled into my arms. I didn't push her away; I carefully drew her closer.
Thump-thump. The sweet scent of her skin and the beat of her heart seemed to grow louder, more vivid.
"Shall we sleep?"
"Yes… Good night… Doyun-nim…"
Those were the last words either of us spoke. Holding each other, Gretchen and I drifted off.
"Haaahm…"
By the time I woke after our marathon, it was a little past noon the next day. I crawled out of bed to find the room neatly cleaned—but no sign of Gretchen.
"Gretchen?"
Had she stepped out for a bit?
I stood. My lower back ached from all the reckless thrusting the night before. And… I was starting to feel hungry.
"What should I eat…"
Come to think of it, I still had to figure out how meals even worked here. There was a kitchenette in the lodging, but we hadn't brought any cooking gear with us.
Clack.
"Ah, Doyun-nim. You're awake. I'll have a meal ready for you shortly."
Gretchen came in carrying an armful of bags—simple cookware and groceries that looked like they'd come from a nearby market. She must have gone out to prepare food before I woke.
"Apparently the beef they call Hanwoo is famous around here. So I picked up some Hanwoo and a few simple sides to go with it."
"Hanwoo? Sounds good. But are we okay on money?"
"Yes."
At my honest question Gretchen smiled softly.
"You don't need to worry about money."
"??"
She offered no further explanation. Turning toward the gas range, she began unpacking the tools and ingredients she had bought. Watching her, I decided to drop it. If it was something I needed to know, she would tell me.
People say beef tastes good no matter how you cook it. Gretchen had always been a skilled cook, and the Hanwoo she grilled for me—nothing more than a light sprinkle of salt—was delicious.
After a solid, satisfying lunch, Gretchen and I left the lodging. Our destination was…
"Taebaeksan National Park?"
"Yes. That's where we're going."
It was a little past midday on a weekday, yet there were still a fair number of people around—hiking-club types, judging by their gear. We passed through the park entrance and headed for the trailhead.
Gretchen started up the path, then veered off it entirely.
"Gretchen? That's not the trail."
"Of course not. This is a hidden path. The place we're going is concealed by magic."
"?"
For a moment I thought her eyes flickered with a faint light. We pushed through dense underbrush, and before I knew it the rough mountain track had given way to level ground again. The air itself felt subtly different.
I had felt this sensation once before—back when Ceres had been posing as Kang Seonghun's little sister. The same exact feeling. The distant chir of insects, birdsong, even the voices of people far below—all of it cut off into absolute silence.
"Gretchen. This place… don't tell me—"
"Yes. You've already guessed."
She gave a light nod, then glanced at me.
"From here on, this is witches' territory."
Gretchen drew up her mana and spoke the words of a spell.
"Construct. Threads of causality, the sealed rift between dimensions, the aperture that illuminates truth."
⟨ Key of Haera ⟩
As her magic took hold, the air stirred as though a curtain were being drawn aside. Empty space rippled, heaved, and finally shattered. What lay beyond the invisible veil was a landscape utterly unlike the outside world—an ornate wooden complex that called to mind a hidden paradise. I wasn't an expert on architecture, but the buildings carried a distinctly Korean character.
"Where is this?"
"Walpurgis Night hasn't been held only this once. It has continued in secret, quietly, for a very long time."
The structure suited the terrain of Taebaeksan beautifully. From what Gretchen had said, this place was…
"In the past, the witches who settled on this land prepared a workshop here to face their enemies during Walpurgis Night."
Above the entrance, elegant calligraphy spelled out characters in Hanja.
"Welcome to the heart of Taebaeksan—to the Eunwol Workshop, Doyun-nim."