The Wedding Witness and the Guest Room Interlude
"...I'll do it. I'll do it, okay? I just have to film videos with this guy, right? But after that, you'll live with me forever, won't you?"
Nimona must have been crying outside the door for a while; she glared at Park Seongyeon with red-rimmed eyes. Park Seongyeon nodded.
"Fine. But five years? Don't make me laugh. I'll finish this and come back within a year."
She grabbed the contract and slashed a line through the word 'five years'. If she wanted to gather all that magic power in just one year, she'd have to film two videos a day, wouldn't she?
"How about we wait until you've finished the treatment and gathered enough magic to survive for 140 years?"
At my suggestion, she hesitated for a moment before replying bluntly, "Fine, do it that way." She also raised an issue with the phrase 'obey all orders' in item number three. "Obey all orders, always? Are you kidding? I'm not doing that unless we're filming."
I could have just told her we'd be filming 24 hours a day. Nimona seemed inexperienced with contracts. A faint smile touched Charles's lips as she watched. She was probably thinking about 144-hour filming sessions, wasn't she? It’s terrifying... and a bit hot. Imagining Nimona being ravished while regretting how she wrote the contract. I think I’m getting an erection.
We revised the entire contract just as Nimona wanted. Only the signing remained. Park Seongyeon, myself, and Charles pressed our thumbprints in turn, and when it was Nimona's turn, she handed a single sheet of paper to Park Seongyeon.
"This comes first. Marry me."
It was a marriage contract with a demon, written by Nimona. Park Seongyeon readily accepted the paper and read it. It was a very ordinary, standard marriage contract.
"Well, alright."
Park Seongyeon agreed and took off the ring he had been wearing on the ring finger of his left hand. Nimona's eyes widened at the sight. *'He insisted he would never take off his late wife's ring... is he really going to marry me?'*
Nimona was half-doubting. Seongyeon's obsession with his wife was beyond imagination. Photos of his wife all over the house, love letters popping out from everywhere. It was enough to make her want to scream when he would calmly say, "Oh, I didn't realize this was still here." She hadn't even dreamed of being called Nimona; she would have preferred to be loved by pretending to be his wife, but she had been rejected for a year. But seeing him take off the ring gave her hope. *'Is he really marrying me?'*
Having removed the ring, Seongyeon said a silent goodbye to his late wife in his heart. *'Honey, I'm sorry.'* Seongyeon missed his wife in his own way. There was a reason for it. Since Nimona absolutely loathed NTS play, he had no choice but to miss his dead wife. But finally, Nimona had accepted being held by another man. This was enough of a sign that it was time to let his wife go. The dead do not return. I realized that clearly when I summoned Nimona. So, it was time for a fresh start.
Seongyeon pulled out a mint-colored Tiffany box he had prepared for Nimona. Nimona's eyes shone with joy as she looked inside. Two pairs of platinum diamond wedding bands. Seongyeon took out a ring, grabbed Nimona's left hand, and slid it onto her ring finger. It sparkled as beautifully as the stars in the night sky.
"Th-thank you..." Nimona stammered. She picked up the other ring and slid it onto Seongyeon's hand. It covered the deep indentation left on his left ring finger by his old wedding band. Seongyeon looked at it bitterly before turning his gaze toward me.
"You two are the witnesses."
With that, he pressed his thumbprint onto the contract and asked me to finish it. I stood between them, feeling a bit awkward, and read the final page of the contract.
"Groom Park Seongyeon and bride Nimona are hereby united as one. Witness Kim Kangmin guarantees this."
Hmm... so, I mean. Does this mean I'll be filming and sending videos of a married woman doing this and that from now on? I ended up having sex with the bride of a wedding I served as a witness for. Hmm. How should I put it? I feel like I've become human trash. Even though I accepted it, I feel... excited... no, bitter.
When I returned the contract, he expressed his gratitude. "Thanks for doing me this favor. Once I find a house, I'll send her down."
I nodded. "And Nimona, you put your print on that contract too."
I called her by her name instead of the race name, Lilim. Nimona, though reluctant, pressed her thumbprint onto the contract that leased her out. The contract was finally complete.
Park Seongyeon glanced out the window. It had already grown dark. "By the way, do you have a place to sleep? It would be better to stay the night. We have plenty of guest rooms."
"...We'll do that."
"Nimona, can you prepare a meal for four, and get the guest rooms ready?"
"I'll try."
Dinner was a standard pasta dish. Nimona's cooking skills weren't bad. However, she kept staring at her ring throughout the meal and smiling as she hugged Park Seongyeon. Park Seongyeon acted as if he didn't mind it at all. I felt like someone who had intruded on a newlywed couple's home without reading the room.
Once dinner was over, he guided us to the guest rooms. His attitude was as if he wanted us to get out of his sight as quickly as possible.
"Use this room."
And then he left without another word. He seemed uncomfortable facing Charles and me.
"Ugh—I really don't like that Lilim! She didn't even say a word of apology."
Charles grumbled on the bed after changing into her pajamas. She certainly seemed thoughtless. She would have to serve me as her master soon enough. To keep offending me like this...
"Well, don't be too angry, she'll regret it later. I remember everything Nimona said, you know? I'll make sure she apologizes."
She had called her a dirty succubus or a lowly race. Nimona would pay the price. I couldn't let anyone talk to my girlfriend like that!
At that, Charles hugged my back and whispered, "Oppa. Thank you... for everything. For worrying about me, for reassuring me. Everything is great. Especially how you hid me behind your back when we came in. You're so brave, Oppa."
She kissed my lips and nibbled on them lightly. Such a lewd kiss. She's trying to seduce me right now, isn't she?
"Thank you?"
I grinned and slowly began to undo the buttons of Charles's pajamas from the bottom up. Even though they were loose-fitting, her breasts were so large that they stood out prominently. When the buttons down to her navel and solar plexus were undone, Charles twisted her body, feeling shy.
"Oppa, this is... it's someone else's house—it's lewd—"
"Who's the one being truly lewd here?"
Saying that, I stripped off Charles's bottoms completely. The inside of her *white pussy* was filled with moist fluid.
"Did you get wet just from the kiss?"
"Ugh, I don't knowww—"
"Charles. You can't make any noise, okay?"
I kissed her clitoris. Then, I licked her pussy mound thoroughly. Charles bit the hem of her pajamas, barely managing to suppress a moan.
"Hut, aaah—Oppa, *sob*, only at times like this, you're so gentle—you're mean—"
I propped a pillow under Charles's waist and lifted her up. Beneath the pink crevice, her pretty anus was revealed. I sharpened my tongue and circled around her anal area, then moved up to stroke the crevice. As I made loud sucking noises while inhaling both holes, Charles covered her eyes in shame.
"*Sob*, Oppa, I'm so, so embarrassed—"
"What is a succubus doing being embarrassed?"
"But still—this is the first time I've been directly caressed, Oppa—"
"So, do you hate it?"
I spread my tongue wide and moved it back and forth over her anus, making her twist her whole body. Her anus, having experienced so much penetration, was now fully developed and nothing more than an erogenous zone that gave her pleasure.
"I don't know—I'm embarrassed—"
The garter belt tattoo on her thigh and the ribbon tattoo on her pelvis trembled. Come to think of it, should I try getting a light tattoo near where I insert myself? It would probably look incredibly vulgar.
"Charles. Should we get another tattoo? How about near your anus or your pussy?"
"Ugh... ugh..."
She shook her head, as if she hated the idea. Hmm. Refusing my request, are we? I stopped the licking and inserted my thick glans into Charles's pussy. Charles let out a long, squeezed moan, as if she still couldn't get used to my 21cm long, 5.5cm thick member.
"Aaah—ugh, haa—♥♥♥"
The glans scraped against her vaginal wall as it sank in. Just that process made Charles's expression melt. By the time the base of my cock was fully inserted, her expression had turned into that of a perfect female.
"Charles, do you really hate getting more tattoos?"
"Y-you're too much, you're mean—Hiiiiiik♥♥♥"
In the middle of her speaking, I roughly churned my cock against both sides of her vaginal opening. The inside of Charles's pussy tightened, providing pleasure to my lower body.
"Do you really hate it?"
As I whispered into her ear, blowing air into it, she ejaculated with a fawning voice. Being teased in her erogenous zones—her ear canal and her pussy—at the same time made it hard for her to even think.
"Kangmin Oppa, don't ask, just do it—♥♥ Just tell me to do it by force, can't you just say that—do I have to say it with my own mouth??"
Because that's much hotter. I laughed and thrust my waist a bit more.
"Or, should I get one on Nimona too? Wouldn't it be lewd if I carved my name on her? I was originally going to carve my initials right above your pussy, Charles."
"*Sob*, I don't know—I'm embarrassed—you're mean, every day, you only think about things like that, you pervert—♥♥"
I was slowly picking up the pace when the door suddenly burst open. *Startled, what the!* Nimona shrieked.
"Hey! Keep it down, will you! What are you doing in someone else's house?!"
It was dim due to the backlight, but Nimona's bright red face was clearly visible. Charles screamed, "Kyaa!", and pulled the blanket up to cover her face. But I continued my piston motion.
"What am I doing? Can't you tell?"
I rotated my waist stickily. The soaked vaginal fluid let out lewd sounds. The sound of a millstone grinding, *squelch, squelch*, flowed from where our lower bodies were joined. Charles reached out and tapped near my waist, telling me to stop, but I didn't listen. Instead, I thrust even deeper, making her toes curl tightly.
Nimona's expression as she watched the intercourse under the blanket was beyond bright red—it was burning.
"Are you guys perverts? You're not even animals, no, you couldn't even wait a day... this is filthy, what is this!"
"You'd better get used to it. I'm about to ejaculate soon. Could you close the door?"
Nimona couldn't take it anymore and closed the door as she left. The sound of her muttering outside grew more and more distant. *Animal. Pervert. No, is Seongyeon Oppa also truly crazy...? Of course, it's true that I need essence to survive, but—*
"Charles, you got even more excited because someone was watching, didn't you?"
Just as I said, the amount of her vaginal fluid had doubled from the moment Nimona opened the door and walked in. As expected, even if she says she hates it, she's a perverted race that craves men from birth.
"That's not it♥, Oppa, you're mean♥♥"
"It's not, huh."
*Thwack, thwack, thwack—* As I picked up the pace, water flowed down from her crotch. Charles let out a sweet scream and wrapped her legs around my waist.
"Hrrk, Oppa♥♥, cum inside, cum inside♥♥♥-!"
I roughly slammed my cock into her squelchy pussy. Charles must have climaxed, as she tightened her pussy, squeezing my sperm out. Forgetting that it was someone else's house, her moans were too loud.
*Squish—squish-squish—!*
Semen hit the inside of her vagina and flowed out. I whispered into the ear of the exhausted Charles.
"The old man must have heard all of Charles's moaning."
"I don't know, *sob*, you're mean—♥♥"
She kissed my neck. After roughly cleaning up, we lay down on the bed. As I gave Charles an arm pillow, sleep washed over me. Ah, come to think of it, there was something I had to talk about.
"Charles. My mom lives in Gangwon-do. Since we're here... I'm thinking of visiting her. Do you want to come with me?"
"Yes? Your mother?"
Charles, who had been resting on my arm, opened her eyes wide. Well. Since we've come all the way to Gangwon-do, shouldn't I go see her before we leave?