Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Questions Without Answers
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As the sun rose and birds began chirping in the early morning light.
Until the cemetery caretakers arrived to clean and tend to the flowers and trees, Hwan-in had been holding Ielcata close, her shoulders wrapped in his arms. He could gaze at her face, shy yet sorrowful, as she revealed her one desperate wish to him.
'Please give me the strength to keep living.'
That's how Ielcata had looked—like a white doll stripped empty of its contents, hollowed by loss.
A doll that would shatter if he didn't grant her request.
Hwan-in accepted Ielcata's plea.
Her home was peculiar in many ways.
At the center of the cemetery stood a thick, squat tree, easily sixty meters in circumference, with a cabin perched atop it—like something crafted by a metaphysical artist.
That cabin was her house.
Climbing the ladder while thinking it felt like an extension of a secret hideout—a treehouse, of all things—Hwan-in was pleasantly surprised once he reached the top.
'Nice view.'
The cemetery's tree was a mix of lush conifers and broadleaf varieties, half and half.
From the cabin, it felt like sitting in the middle of a green carpet. Beyond that verdant expanse stretched the city's rooftops, all the way to the distant walls.
…
The red morning sun was rising.
Hwan-in followed silently as Ielcata opened the door without a word and stepped inside.
The cabin's interior was like any ordinary wooden structure.
Except for the brutal minimalism of the view.
The space, about thirty pyeong, held only a bed stuffed with cotton, a wooden wardrobe for clothes, a small wooden table, a desk mirror, and a basket of assorted fruits.
Beyond minimalism—it was practically empty.
As Hwan-in quietly surveyed the room, a soft rustle of clothing drew his eyes.
Ielcata was shedding her robe.
Golden hair, sunlight-kissed, cascaded down her shoulders along with the falling white fabric, swaying to her waist.
And beneath, simple attire.
A knee-length grayish skirt, a white round-neck tee exposing her collarbones. Sandals woven from expertly processed full stalks, like netting.
As he noted how pristine her exposed toes looked in the open-toed shoes, the skirt pooled softly at her feet, covering them.
Lifting his gaze, he saw Ielcata's back as she removed her shirt.
No bra. Her panties were T-shaped and seamless—cotton only at the bottom, the rest a mesh weave that revealed the peach-like cleft of her buttocks.
'Hmm...'
Hwan-in couldn't help but admire Ielcata's rear view inwardly.
Even on Earth's internet, flooded with women flaunting their beauty, he'd seen skin that white only once.
Skin so pale it could reflect sunlight.
Then Ielcata turned around.
From behind, her swaying hair had hidden it, but she had an ultra-slim, lean build. Not anorexic-thin, but elegantly slender.
A narrow waist with faint 11-shaped abs. Hips that accentuated her lines, and firm A-cup breasts.
With a desperate, cornered expression, Ielcata approached and unabashedly wrapped her arms around Hwan-in's neck.
"Thank you... for granting what was essentially a selfish request."
"I don't know what cornered you so badly."
…
Ielcata flashed a faint, mocking smile, but it brimmed with such torment and sorrow that it only evoked pity.
For an ordinary person, anyway.
Hwan-in ignored it, feeling the plush pressure of her breasts through the thin shirt fabric as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
He stroked her hair slowly.
At the pace said to bring women the most comfort.
"A request with that expression is against the rules, isn't it?"
"Ah."
Startled, Ielcata pulled back from his chest and saw the small smile on his face. Relief washed over her silently.
Having often stumbled into trouble from failing to distinguish jest from earnest, she thought she'd nearly messed up again. Clasping her hands, she bowed slightly to Hwan-in.
"First, my apologies. With no experience with men, I may not satisfy you, Soul Shaman."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes... Embarrassingly, I devoted myself to training and rarely met men."
"Nothing to be ashamed of. It means you stayed true to your goals."
Ielcata looked up at Hwan-in, who gripped her shoulders as he spoke, her face filled with emotion.
She'd overheard men visiting the cemetery say inexperienced women were clumsy, and older virgins clung too tightly, often scaring them off.
Men's ideal was a mature yet young beauty from a high-end brothel—experienced enough to take the lead in bed.
She was the polar opposite. Plus, her job as a cemetery keeper was a deterrent.
That's why she'd hidden under her hooded robe every day. And now... such sweet words of comfort.
'Grabbing hold of this man might be the best decision I've made in all my years...'
Ielcata's heart began thump pleasantly, pushing away the sadness.
As Hwan-in's face drew near, she flinched in surprise and squeezed her eyes shut.
'A k-kiss?'
Her first and last contact with another had been a peck on the cheek to the boy next door, promising marriage when they grew up.
Her mind grew a bit muddled. Amid it, tales of kisses being sweet and thrilling made her cheeks burn.
In that moment, something soft, yielding, firm yet different in warmth touched her lips.
'A man's lips...'
No thrill or sweetness as imagined, but the faint brush and the foreign body heat brought an indescribable reassurance.
Her heart pounded harder, her face grew hotter.
The kiss continued.
Ielcata felt her breath catching, her fingers twitching on his back.
She could hold her breath for ten minutes normally—why was it so hard already? If she breathed through her nose... what then?
Pulling away first might seem like rejection. He couldn't leave disappointed.
Hwan-in sensed her fidgeting over breathing and chuckled inwardly.
Her reaction to a classic rookie mistake in lovemaking was amusing.
'Truly inexperienced. Must've lived innocently.'
Continuing might make her faint, so he pulled back. She hurriedly covered her nose and mouth, gasping deeply.
Gazing at her squinted, eyes-closed face, Hwan-in scooped her up princess-style.
"...!!"
Shocked, she kept her hands over her mouth, eyes wide. Seeing her cute toes curl, he carried her to the bed.
'Do I have a foot fetish?'
No—anyone would find such smooth, flawless white feet adorable.
Holding her brought her scent stronger: fresh spring forest wood. No soap, lotion, or perfume in sight, so it was her natural aroma.
Her lips had been impossibly soft, her mouth minty-fresh.
Her skin was baby-smooth, fragile enough that a firm grip might break her—stirring a sadistic urge.
Gently laying her on the bed, Ielcata boldly asked,
"Please tell me what to do now. Should I take off my panties?"
'No shame in showing herself, huh.'
Hwan-in answered with a smile, climbing over her and leaning in for another kiss. She quickly closed her eyes—but a sliver peeked open.
Grasping her jaw, tilting her head, he kissed her. Her hands fidgeted at her chest again.
Excitement this time.
Growing accustomed after one kiss? Amused inwardly, Hwan-in cradled her nape, parted her jaw, and slipped his tongue inside.
"Ngh?! Mmm...!"
Shocked by the foreign tongue, her body twitched.
Soon, she awkwardly extended hers in response. As she focused on the kiss, Hwan-in advanced.
His hand cupped her small, sticky-rice-cake-white breast, perfectly filling his palm, nipple poking his center.
Gently kneading like pudding, teasing the nipple with palm wrinkles, drew inevitable moans from her nose.
"Hng... Hnng. Mm!"
Pinching and releasing, she arched like electrocuted.
'Good sensitivity.'
Removing his hand and ending the deep kiss, she gazed at him with moist lips, pleading for more.
Ignoring it, Hwan-in licked her long ear with his lips. Each touch made her head jerk.
His hand meanwhile stroked her slim side, ribs palpable, down to her soft waist—rubbing it a couple times before slipping under her panties.
Ielcata felt her awareness split three ways.
His arm propping her neck, lips on her nape, hand in her panties.
She tilted her head back for him and spread her thighs wider.
His fingers caressed unknown folds of her sex, drawing a pained moan.
"Excellent sensitivity."
"I-Is it...?"
"Without experience, it's usually just ticklish. But... see?"
He held up index and middle fingers for her view.
"...Wetness, from where?"
"Fluid from your lewd valley. Proof you're aroused and ready for a man."
His whisper in her ear flushed her milky skin crimson to neck and shoulders.
Lewd... So embarrassing she wanted to hide.
Seeing the pink tide, Hwan-in stripped and mounted her.
Meeting his eyes, Ielcata shyly looked down, hand over mouth.
In both worlds, every woman he'd held had been non-virgins.
Inexperienced himself with virgins, Hwan-in knew enough to ensure she was plenty wet.
Interrupting from pain would be a shame.
Surprisingly, Ielcata soaked quickly. Minimal foreplay had her primed for entry.
Shamed by her arousal's exposure, she lay with milk-white skin marked by his kiss bites as he spread her legs and positioned.
"Let's begin."
"...As you desire..."
A light tug removed her panties, dropping them beside the bed.
Her exposed pussy: slightly darker golden pubes thinly covering thin labia majora. Labia minora nearly absent, pristine.
Inner flesh flushed, glistening invitingly.
First time seeing a naked man, she peeked at his cock blushing, then exhaled tensely as it neared her entrance.
Noting tension reclaim her face, Hwan-in rubbed his glans along her slit.
Back and forth built slickness coating her pale gold bush and his shaft.
"Nng... Ah, ahn? Eung."
Each clit graze made her thighs on his jerk.
Taut lower belly relaxed with each spasm.
Sensing readiness in her tense-yet-pleasured expression as eyes squeezed shut, Hwan-in thrust in fully.
Squelch.
"Haak!"
"Mm."
Burning pain and thick intrusion made her tense her abs.
Her belly hardened, muscles showing; her tightness gripped like a hand.
Like a lubed grip—any motion sent massive stimulation through his glans.
Hwan-in quickly gauged her depths.
'Incredibly narrow inside. And shallow too.'
Reaching her cervix, yet less than half his length was in.
His size was beyond average, but her canal was tiny.
Moving now would scrape her like rubbing a wound.
To ease her and relax her, he intertwined fingers and smiled gently.
"Ielcata, how does taking a man feel?"
"U, ung! Haa, hot... and my belly feels full. ...Up! Haa, hoo."
Gasping like breathless, she lifted her head—and gasped at the sight.
Her lower belly bulged below her navel, pushed from within.
Wide-eyed, touching it, she realized.
The Soul Shaman's...
Hands over mouth in shock.
'I-Is that his dick? Village men weren't this big...'
She still remembered skinny-dipping as a kid, seeing adults naked.
Her body resembled the women's. The men's cocks were...
'My finger-sized. But the Soul Shaman's... my forearm-thick...'
"Does it hurt?"
"Y-Yes? No. Pain's familiar... haa!"
As he withdrew—like guts dragged out—she arched, trembling.
Re-entering felt strangely good; instinctively, her long legs wrapped his waist, pulling. Hands clamped over mouth.
'Eek, ahn. If I open my mouth, weird sounds...!'
Seeing her pained-yet-pleasured face, Hwan-in removed her hands.
Better to let it out fully.
"Ng, eung. Geut, euhak, haa!"
Unmuzzled, moans spilled with each thrust; ashamed, she shook her head.
Her insides writhed tighter.
'Mm.'
Narrow was one thing, but too short was disappointing.
Pausing, he eyed her panting, wrinkled face, arms gripping him.
'Should be fine now.'
Deep thrust, grabbing her hips, he spun her half-turn.
"Aa? Eung."
Instantly missionary to doggy, she sensed exposed shame at her asshole view, shrinking.
"Ielcata, lower your waist."
"L-Like this...?"
"Perfect."
Grabbing cat-stretch hips, he plunged vigorously.
"Ahk! Soul Shaman, too deep, yok!"
"Hurts?"
"Eung! Geuhak, not... deh!"
Her ass was plumper visually. Added distance allowed proper depth; pace quickened.
Optimal distance. Clenching walls. Poking cervix each thrust.
Unmatched intense pleasure for Hwan-in.
His intensifying motions drew fiercer moans, but she couldn't cover—wrists pinned, pounding mercilessly.
She endured, ass up, till his release.
But...
'Ahk, weird. Something big approaching from behind...!'
Repeated deep stabs built boiling pressure below.
Don't burst—fear it'd unmake her.
Each pistoning shortened the fuse; she pleaded,
"S-Soul Shaman, stop, please...!"
"Sorry. Your insides taste too good to stop."
"Haek!"
Terror ignored for demonic whisper.
Explosion imminent. Then...
'No...!'
Body floating, vision whiting out, she lost consciousness.
'Impressive.'
Her climax's squeeze ejected him.
"Huuuuk...! Euugrrrk...!!"
Eyes rolled back, lungs wrung, ass bucking like a grasshopper, squirting arcs.
Jet strength splashed loudly.
Five squirts later, she collapsed, quivering like dying.
Huk, geuhk, huaa.
Blurred eyes gasping—seemed agonizingly near death—but Hwan-in trusted she wouldn't die from this.
Post-climax squeeze was intense but not prohibitive.
Pressing down with weight, re-entering from behind, her timer-reset moans filled ears as he targeted ear, nipples, nape—her erogenous zones.
Twenty minutes since entering her home and coupling.
Plenty of time left.