The Otherworld
Liria’s expression hardened.
The torchlight shadows beyond the window were drawing steadily closer. Three—no, roughly four—figures were following the stone path straight toward the house.
She spoke in a low voice.
“Almost no one comes this way at this hour. It might be because of that door… they may have sensed a strange aura.”
Siwoo tensed on instinct. Standing there in his convenience-store uniform, he suddenly felt just how glaringly out of place he was in this world.
Liria seized his wrist in a hurry.
“Go inside for now. I’ll handle them.”
She pushed him into a small inner room and left the door only half-closed. Through the crack Siwoo had no choice but to watch what happened next.
A knock soon sounded—dull and rough.
When Liria opened the door, three men holding torches stood outside. They wore leather armor, swords hanging at their hips. The man in front looked Liria up and down.
“Miss Liria. We came because a strange aura was felt near here. There’s also talk that a door suddenly appeared in the stone wall.”
Liria answered calmly.
“I haven’t felt anything. And I’ve never seen any door.”
The man’s gaze prowled the interior of the house. Torchlight spilled through the window and briefly lit the room where Siwoo was hiding. He pressed his back to the wall and held his breath.
One of the men sniffed the air.
“The scent’s a little odd. For a house where a woman lives alone… it smells like a man mixed in.”
Liria’s ears flushed faintly, yet her face did not change.
“I haven’t received any guests. Are you certain you aren’t mistaken?”
The men exchanged glances. After a short silence the leader shrugged.
“Very well for now. If you do find a strange door, report it at once. Suspicious rumors have been circulating from the forest lately.”
They turned back down the stone path with their torches. Liria remained standing with the door open until their footsteps faded completely.
When Siwoo carefully stepped out, she let out a long breath.
“Haa… that was close. Those are the village guards. They must have strengthened patrols after detecting strange magical reactions recently.”
Siwoo leaned against the wall and rubbed his chest.
“Did I just make trouble for you?”
Liria shook her head.
“No. The door appearing suddenly wasn’t your fault.”
She took a step closer. Moonlight poured through the window, illuminating her silver hair and white dress. The shoulder strap had slipped a little lower than before, and the soft curve of her breast rose and fell with each quiet breath.
She asked in a low voice,
“Siwoo… do you want to go back through the door right now? Or would you rather stay a little longer?”
Siwoo looked at her face. The floral scent that reached him at this close distance tangled strangely with the heat that still had not fully left his body. The lingering burn Sera had left stirred again between his legs.
Liria’s gaze dropped there naturally, then snapped back up. She bit her lip lightly.
“Your body has looked… strange for a while now. Did you not finish things with that woman?”
Siwoo swallowed instead of answering. Despite her own question, Liria stepped still closer. Their breaths nearly touched.
She carefully lifted a hand and caught the collar of his uniform.
“I’ve… never seen anything like this before, so I’m even more curious. What happens when a man from your world becomes aroused. And… what has to be done to ease that state.”
Her voice trembled faintly. Moonlight flowed over her pale skin; beneath the thin dress the small peaks of her nipples showed dimly.
The moment Siwoo’s hand moved unconsciously toward her waist, a dog barked far outside the house. Liria stiffened at once. Siwoo froze as well. They stood close, watching each other, listening to the returning footsteps.
The barking drew nearer, then faded again. The footsteps vanished in the opposite direction along the stone path.
Liria slowly relaxed. The distance between them remained intimate. Her hand still held his collar; their breaths mingled.
She whispered,
“It was just… a dog passing by.”
Siwoo looked down at her face instead of answering. Up close, her lashes were long and moonlight lived inside her eyes. Silver hair spilled over her shoulders and brushed her collarbone; the dress strap had slid completely down her arm. The upper swell of her soft breasts was nearly bare.
Liria knew her state was exposed, yet she did not pull away. Sensing his gaze linger on her chest, her ears reddened, but she still spoke.
“Siwoo… your body still hasn’t settled.”
Her eyes returned to the front of his pants. The shape beneath the fabric was unmistakable. She swallowed and slowly moved her hand downward—from the collar, across his chest and abdomen, until her fingers finally reached near his belt.
“Is this… because of what you were doing with that woman?”
Siwoo answered low.
“…Partly.”
Liria’s fingers found the buckle. Her touch trembled, yet she did not retreat. She carefully undid the buckle and lowered the zipper; what sprang free was already fully hard.
Her eyes widened a little.
“So it was… this big and hot.”
Wonderingly, she brushed the tip with a fingertip. When Siwoo’s hips twitched in response, she drew in a thin breath.
“When I touch it… it reacts like this.”
She wrapped her cool, soft palm around him. The contrast of heat against coolness drew a low groan from Siwoo. At the sound her ears flushed scarlet, and she began to stroke him slowly up and down.
“The woman from your world… did she put this in her mouth as well?”
Siwoo managed,
“…She did.”
Liria’s breathing quickened. She bent her knees a little and brought her face close. Silver hair spilled across his thighs; hot breath ghosted over the head.
“I’ll… try it once too. Tell me right away if it feels strange.”
She carefully extended the tip of her tongue and licked. Clumsy, yet slow and thorough, she wet him completely. Soft wet sounds rose quietly inside the house. When Siwoo brushed her silver hair back, Liria looked up. Curiosity and desire mixed in her eyes.
She opened her mouth a little wider and took the head inside. Hot, soft oral flesh closed around him; Siwoo’s hips moved forward of their own accord. Liria made a muffled sound and began to bob her head. The depth was still shallow from inexperience, yet her tongue kept working underneath while one hand stroked the remaining length.
Siwoo braced a hand against the wall and felt every careful, unpracticed sensation. Different from Sera’s skilled heat, the hesitant tenderness was somehow even more acute.
Liria pulled off for a moment, swallowed, and said,
“It’s strange… my mouth is getting hot, and down below is tingling.”
Her other hand unconsciously bunched the hem of her dress. Between the fabric her inner thighs showed faintly, already beginning to glisten.
She no longer hesitated. She took him deeper this time, quickening the rhythm. Spit ran freely down her chin and over the upper swell of her breasts. When Siwoo moved his hips she did not refuse; she opened her throat and accepted him.
“Mm… hah… haa…”
Her moans spilled around him. One hand hiked her dress higher; bare, pink flesh appeared—no panties—and she slipped her fingers inside. She was already soaked. Each thrust of her fingers produced a soft, wet sound.
When Siwoo neared the edge he gently held her head.
“Liria… I’m going to come.”
She did not pull away. Instead she took him deeper, eyes closed, and received everything. As Siwoo’s hips shuddered and he spilled, her throat worked, swallowing every drop. She sealed her lips tight as if determined not to let a single bit escape.
A moment later she slowly drew back. A trace of white remained at the corner of her mouth; she licked it clean with her tongue. Breathing hard, she looked up at him.
“It’s strange… my mouth is still hot. And below…”
When she withdrew her fingers, clear fluid stretched in a thin thread. She took Siwoo’s hand and guided it between her own legs.
“With your hand… can you touch me? I want to ease this tingling too.”
The moment his fingers found her entrance, Liria moaned thinly and trembled. Hot, slick heat drew him in naturally. As he moved slowly she buried her face against his shoulder and let out small sounds.
“Haa… there… deeper…”
He added a finger and increased the pace; her hips jerked hard. Silver hair fell into disarray; the dress slipped completely from her shoulders, baring her breasts. The soft pink nipples stood stiff. When Siwoo’s other hand found one, she swallowed a cry.
“Siwoo… I—something’s happening… my body is moving on its own…”
Her inner walls suddenly clenched hard around his fingers. She clutched his clothes and climaxed. Hot fluid soaked his hand and ran down; her thighs quivered as if in spasm.
For a long while Liria leaned against him, breathing roughly. Her face was flushed, a thin sheen of moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes.
“…It was the first time. Entrusting something like this to someone else.”
When Siwoo stroked her back, she gave a small smile—shy and a little sweet.
They were still pressed close, catching their breath, when a dull sound rose outside the house. This time the footsteps clearly belonged to several people.
Liria’s body tensed slightly. Just as she turned toward the window, a low, rough voice sounded from the door.
“Miss Liria. Open up. Magical reaction confirmed at this house. If you’re hiding something, best to confess now.”