(H) The Witch's Confession (3)
"Ready?"
"This position is so embarrassing…."
On the bed, Illyana lay with her legs spread wide, using both hands to part her own labia.
The open black lace lingerie and garter-belt stockings that had accentuated her body so lasciviously were completely discarded, leaving her stark naked. Her smooth skin gleamed with the taut elasticity of youth, proof that her aging had long since halted.
Flushed with deep embarrassment, her face burned a vivid crimson.
The sight of her exposing her most intimate place so brazenly was more than enough to ignite any man's deepest desires.
"You look incredibly hot."
"Don't say that."
Eunhyeon had only voiced his honest reaction as it came to mind, but Illyana turned her face away as if she couldn't bear to hear it, refusing to meet his gaze.
Yet her hands stayed firmly in place, holding herself open—an ironic contrast.
"Hurry up and come here."
"Yeah."
At her urging, Eunhyeon smiled and nodded, moving closer to her lower body to inspect her state. Thanks to the thorough fingering earlier, a generous amount of her arousal fluids was already flowing freely from her warmth.
That alone made it clear she was burning with lust, her body feverish with need.
"Hyah!"
When he experimentally slipped two fingers inside, they glided in effortlessly without any resistance. Illyana let out a small moan as her body trembled.
"Why are you so wet? You said this is your first time, so how are you this soaked?"
"I don't… know. Hurry up… don't tease me, just come inside already!"
It was probably the aphrodisiac potion from the vial.
He was certain the intense heat coursing through his own body—and Illyana's desperate pleas for relief despite it being her first time—stemmed from the potion they had shared through their deep kiss.
Nodding at her earnest plea, Eunhyeon stopped overthinking and positioned the tip of his hardened cock against her entrance.
"Nngh…!"
As the glans slid inside, her pooled juices were pushed out, spilling in thick streams from where they joined.
Feeling his cock pressing against her inner walls, Illyana gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, barely stifling a scream at the sharp, unfamiliar pain.
"Are you okay?"
"N-not… really…. It feels like a knife carving me open inside."
Through gritted teeth, she answered his worried question with raw honesty.
"Should I pull out?"
"No, just… go slower. Be gentle."
"Alright, I'll ease it in nice and slow."
"H-how much is in?"
Lying on her back, Illyana couldn't see how much of Eunhyeon's length had entered her.
"Just the tip so far. We still have a long way to go."
"A long way… to go?"
"I'll take my time. Tell me if it hurts too much."
"O-okay."
She nodded, and Eunhyeon slowly pushed his hips forward, filling her inch by inch.
"Kgh… hng…!"
She clenched her teeth, clutching the sheets desperately to endure it.
"It's all the way in."
"Ugh… okay."
As the initial sharp pain subsided and she began to adjust, Illyana grimaced at the sheer sensation of fullness stretching her inside.
"Yours is way too big."
"How would you know if it's big or small when you've never done this before?"
"From what I've heard… it wasn't supposed to be this huge."
"…You really are a worrywart granny, you know that?"
"Shut your mouth."
"Or what? What are you gonna do?"
"Ahk!"
Eunhyeon chuckled and pulled back slightly before thrusting back in, making Illyana cry out as a shudder ran through her.
"You're misunderstanding something. Technically, I'm older than you."
"So? No wonder you act like an old fart sometimes—hyah!"
Another thrust elicited a lewd moan from her.
"Ah… aaah."
Shaking from the sudden stimulation, her mouth agape in a dazed expression, Illyana pulled herself together and glared up at him.
"Don't just start moving all of a sudden!"
"Then?"
"Huh?"
"How should I do it?"
His mischievous smile implied, 'I'll do whatever you want.' Illyana glared daggers at him before averting her eyes and mumbling softly.
"…K-kiss… me."
"What? I couldn't hear you."
"Kiss me while you do it! Like before!"
Blushing furiously, she squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.
"As much as you want."
Chuckling, Eunhyeon kept his cock buried inside her as he leaned down, pinning her body against the bed, and pressed his lips to hers.
"Mm…."
Their tongues tangled passionately once more, sharing saliva in a fervent embrace while he began to rhythmically move his hips.
"Nngh! Mmgh!"
Each gentle thrust sliding in and out drew soft moans from her, though his lips muffled the sound.
Through the slow, steady pistoning, she gradually adapted to the foreign fullness filling her depth.
"Ah! Ahh! Haa!"
Her tense cries slowly morphed into sighs of pleasure.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah… you can go a bit harder now."
"Got it."
"Hrgh!"
Putting more weight into his movements, he picked up both speed and intensity. Illyana wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging tightly and digging her nails into his shoulders.
The room filled with the wet squelching of his heavy thrusts and her mounting moans.
"Ah, aaah! Nngh!"
Her nails dug deep into his shoulders from her desperate grip, but Eunhyeon ignored it, holding her close while thrusting relentlessly.
Even though she had told him to go harder, he maintained a steady, controlled rhythm. His length worked deep within her, driving her sensations wild.
"Nngh?!"
"Ugh…?!"
Illyana gasped in surprise, and Eunhyeon felt her walls clamp around him tightly, sending an intense rush of pleasure surging through him.
Flesh slapped against flesh, echoes of friction filling the space. Love juices streamed from their joined sexes, dampening the sheets beneath them.
"I-I feel strange. Like before… something's building up again."
Illyana reached her limit first—this was only her second time reaching such a peak, after all.
"Hyeon, ah! I'm really—nngh! It feels—hng! So good…."
Each deep thrust drew wild, unrestrained sounds from her as she struggled to form words. Her face was flushed with ecstasy, pupils dilated on the verge of going blank.
"I-I'm gonna—hyah! Cum like before! Hyeon! S-slow down! Ahk! Please! I don't want to lose control again! Please!"
The overwhelming pleasure eroded her restraint, leading her to beg frantically between his relentless thrusts as she fought the cresting wave.
"It's fine. I love seeing you like this—just for me."
"Ah, aaaaaah…."
His whisper in her ear snapped the final thread of her control, letting pleasure completely sweep her away.
With each heavy strike deep inside her, her body trembled. As he pulled back, torrents of fluid gushed out following his path.
Her last bit of endurance shattered completely.
"I'm cumming! C-cumming! Aaaah!"
Unable to hold back any longer, her body convulsed violently, spurting an immense wave just as she had earlier.
Eunhyeon, feeling his own climax reach its peak, intensified his thrusts before finally pulling out his throbbing length right at the brink.
Free from her tight warmth, he spilled over her, spraying thick streams across her skin.
Spurt, spurt.
Illyana lay sprawled limply on the bed, her bare body covered by the heavy mess across her abdomen—a sight erotic enough to make Eunhyeon's spent cock twitch back toward life.
"I… wet myself again…."
Drained of all strength, unable to even sit up, she glared at him with a look of pure resentment.
To Eunhyeon, seeing this unfamiliar side of her was utterly adorable.
He chuckled, grabbed some tissues from the side table, and gently wiped her clean.
She didn't push his hands away; the anger in her eyes gradually softened into a quiet, satisfied smile.
"How was it? Your first time experiencing this?"
"It hurt like hell at first. But once I got used to it… being connected to you didn't feel bad at all."
In the end, the sheer intensity of it had left her trembling, barely able to keep her thoughts straight.
Whether it was because it was her first time or because of Terezia's potion, it had turned out to be far from a bad experience.
"What do we do now?"
"Huh?"
"The smell in here right now is intense."
He offered a wry smile, gesturing toward the sheets and floor soaked from her release.
If they didn't clean it up soon, the lingering scents mixed together would turn unpleasant later on.
"…This is all your fault. I told you to stop…."
She scowled at him playfully again.
"So? Did you hate it?"
His knowing grin made it clear he already knew the answer.
Slightly annoyed by his confidence, Illyana turned her head away and muttered softly.
"…I liked it."
"I couldn't hear that."
"Ugh! I said it felt good! Happy now?!"
"Yeah. I wanted to hear you say it."
Satisfied, he smiled, lifted her up, and pulled her onto his lap.
Her soft, exhausted body sank against him, her arms limply wrapping around his neck.
"I still can't believe it."
"That I accepted your feelings?"
"Yeah."
"Honestly… I didn't expect to accept them either. If this were twenty years ago, right before I died, I probably would have turned you down even if you pushed for it."
"Then why now?"
"Who knows… I waited and waited, but never got an answer. So now, I'm just living life on my own terms."
"……."
Illyana didn't fully grasp what he meant, but she could feel the difference between the Eunhyeon who stood at death's door twenty years ago and the man holding her now.
Back then, he had been obsessively weighed down by something beyond her understanding.
Always bound to it, discarding whatever he had to—enduring regrets and silent tears, yet forcing himself to let go. A heavy duty that only he seemed to carry.
She had vaguely sensed that he was being crushed by that burden, his actions driven by it like an actor following a predetermined script.
But now? Even though his goal remained fundamentally the same, his expression held a sense of relief and freedom he had never shown before.
Whatever had brought about that change in him left her with complicated feelings.
Yet she decided not to overthink it.
Her long-cherished desire had finally come to pass.
If she ever encountered whatever had brought him back to life and restored him to her, she might even feel like offering her thanks.
"Illyana, can I ask you one more thing?"
"Huh? You've already gone this far, and now you're asking?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, but he only gave a self-deprecating smile before speaking.
"I'm not the good person you think I am."
"That's for me to decide. You sell yourself short way too much. Don't push your self-image onto me."
"The path I'm taking is harsh and unforgiving."
"Then I want to share that burden with you."
"I won't be able to put you first. The primary companion on my journey is Her."
Indeed, if that existence was her rival, Illyana doubted she could ever truly surpass her place.
Even so, she answered without hesitation.
"You're right—that top spot beside you is probably too firmly held for me to take."
She offered a faint smile, holding no resentment toward the truth.
After all, if that was the reality, it was that very presence that had brought him back and softened his heart enough to accept her—something she could only be grateful for.
"In that case, I'm never giving up second place."
"You make it sound like there's going to be a third or a fourth."
"Huh? Who knows."
Her wide-eyed question earned a quiet sigh and a shake of his head.
"What? There's no way something that absurd would happen to me."
"……."
Illyana stared at his wry, chuckling face, her expression turning flat.
This idiot… even after everything, he still had no idea how attractive he actually was.
She had no idea how he had developed such an oblivious, dense personality, but listening to him talk like that was downright irritating.
Why couldn't he see that other women might end up falling for him the exact same way she had?
"What's with that look?"
"Forget it. Right now, I just want to focus on you and only you."
Tightening her arms around his neck, she pulled his face down to hers and pressed her lips against his once more.
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