Chapter 17 – The Wolf’s Embrace.

How many chairs did Usher hit? Suddenly, he realized that his memory had disappeared from some point. It was as if the anger he had endured, the vengeance he had forgotten, the resentment and hatred he had caused Belka to suffer, and the sense of betrayal had all swarmed together, and the heat had turned his head white. When he came to his senses Could it be that time has not passed at the sight of himself still lifting his chair? He is also mistaken for a moment. I saw Mac lying on the floor, unconscious.

His naked body was covered with blue and dark red bruises, and the chair he was holding could not withstand the impact of the blow and was broken and fell to the ground. Still, he felt inadequate. Even after burning to the fullest, the hot heat that still remained like embers urged him. An ax that happened to be Mac’s came into his eyes. The moment he threw down the remains of the chair in his hand and grabbed the axe.

“Usher.”

As usual, a calm voice caught Usher. Like she’s trying to stop her behavior. He couldn’t understand the voice that sounded cold, even reprimanding.

“Belka…?”

He wanted to ask Belka why she stopped him. The question was buried in the trembling and disappeared, but the meaning would have been conveyed. Nevertheless, Belka pretended not to know and came up behind Usher and wrapped his hand tightly around the axe bag with her own. The cool body temperature of the girl seems to cool the heat that has swallowed him. Even though he deserved revenge even though he had been through such a terrible thing just a moment ago, it melted away at his hand telling him to calm down.

“Belka, please.”

The girl’s hand wrapped around his hand and Belka’s hand caressing his head with overflowing tenderness were the first times he wanted to reject him so much. However, in the end, he couldn’t shake the girl’s hand and dropped the ax he was holding tight as if he would never let go of her hand. Belka sits down with Usher and whispers while hugging him from behind.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

I wanted to ask what was okay. I wanted to ask why she was comforting him. The one she really needed to comfort was Belka, and the one she needed to comfort was him.

“Hey, Belka! Belka!”

However, since he had already burst into tears, all he could do was call the girl by name like a child. After that time passed, when the crying stopped. Usher could barely ask.

“Suddenly, doesn’t Belka resent that guy?”

It was Mac who raped and killed Marie, who was like his family to him seven years ago. He didn’t even have enough of that, so Belka was also fucked. Now that I know everything The familiarity I felt with Mac has already turned into a terrible sense of betrayal, and what remains is a black and hot emotion that should be called hatred, as if it would burn even the owner of the emotion.

“…I don’t know.”

Belka leaned on Usher precariously as if in agony. As if it’s hard to even think of it. It was Usher who was rather upset by that appearance. The heat, which had held his breath for a moment, rose again, prompting him to grab his axe. However.

“No.”

Belka took his hand, which was about to grab the handle again, to her chest and embraced it as if to embrace it. As if desperately trying to suppress his black, hot heat. At the sight of that pitiful yet pious girl, Usher was ready to weep again.

“Why? Why are you stopping him?! That guy made Belka like that! He made her suffer! But why are you stopping him?!”

He felt that his words were no different from those of a child swarming. It’s like crying and screaming and screaming while clinging to things that don’t go your way. Nevertheless, the reason Usher couldn’t shake off the girl’s hand wrapped around his was because he was frightened by Belka’s weak power and presence that he could shake off at any time. Because of the vague fear that if she forsook her hand like this, she might never be able to hold her again. Belka’s power, which was weaker than ever, felt like a stronger restraint than ever.

“Because Usher is safe. It’s okay. With Usher, I can hold on no matter what.”

As if trying to appease him who was so frightened. With one of the hands that held his hand, the girl wrapped her arms around his cheek and caressed him, wiping away the tears.

“So please don’t hurt yourself. I’m really happy just being with Usher like this.”

She said that women who use magic are usually called witches. In that sense, Belka was clearly a witch. Otherwise, I couldn’t explain how the heat that boiled black in her chest held her breath like a lie just by looking at her smile like this, and a tickling, warm pounding took place.

“Aren’t you sick now?”
“Uh.”

After a while. The first thing Belka did after getting her body straight was to treat his wrist, which had been injured while untying the rope. She said that the girl already had the herbs she had grinded up and kept in a small bottle, so it took only a moment to heal his bloody wrist from being swept away by a rough rope. Usher told Belka to take a break because her legs trembled and it was too much for her to stand up because of the intense and one-sided relationship, but she couldn’t break the girl’s stubbornness.

“Please don’t push yourself like this next time.”

The girl saw his bloodied wrist and she grieved as if she had hurt herself. It was to the point where she felt fortunate that she had listened to his request to at least wear her clothes and treat her. And for Mac.

“Turn it off.”

He tied it up with ropes from the cabin, immobilized it, and left it in a corner. I checked several times to see if he would loosen the rope, and every time he groaned in pain, I felt anxious and wanted to finish it with the axe, but every time I did, I had to give up on Belka’s gaze staring at him. Instead, wanting to play a fool, he lay down on her girl’s lap. As he absentmindedly knelt down on her girl’s lap, he suddenly remembered her about Marie. His family, who would have lost even her life after being violated like the girl now.

“Hey, Belka. Will you listen to me?”
“Huh.”

Marie, a man with that name was indeed beautiful. I liked blonde hair that glowed brightly when the sun was shining. I liked the way he looked at him with a warm light in his turquoise eyes that reminded him of greenery. Because he took on various chores to earn money in the village, his hands were often swollen and rough, but he liked those touches. She was in trouble because of him asking him to play with her during the day, but in the end, she couldn’t overcome it and played with her.

Although she was the same age as Usher, she was a dignified and mature person among her peers. The fact that she was liked by her adults had made him very proud. She told him she was the same color as him and loved the way her hand stroked his hair. How she rejoiced at the slightest remark of hers. She enjoyed living with her and going home to her. As she played along she learned to laugh. She felt the warmth as they slept together. She was so young that her memory was sparse, but she was happy nonetheless.

The days when I was so happy that I thought it was a dream now. However, it was only for a moment that the daily life, which was taken for granted at the time, collapsed. Her hair was no longer shiny. In fact, it was only later that I found out that his color was not that special compared to hers. His hair was golden, so it was closer to the color of yellow forsythia, which was somewhat lacking. Her lively eyes faded and disappeared along with the warmth directed at him.

“…Usher liked him.”
“Uh. Really, really.”

He is the one who called himself an orphan with no parents as his family. He was a person who warmed his heart just by thinking about it. But he was the one who couldn’t even talk to Belka because he was sick that day and after that, just thinking about him was painful. How distressed must he have been? How hard could he have been? Usher couldn’t fathom Marie’s feelings for having suffered such a thing. The girl stroked his hair as if comforting him. Usher couldn’t stop his tears from flowing because of that kindness. Even if he wanted to stop, he was wiping away the tears that kept pouring down, and the golden light of the girl who had sunk low came into his eyes belatedly.

“Belka? What’s wrong?”

So, when asked with her puzzled expression, the girl said in an uneasy voice.

“Usher, aren’t you offended by me?”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

He jumped up from her lap in surprise.

“But I…”

The girl hesitated and squeezed her own belly in pain. Only then Usher could understand why she said that. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t offended. But it wasn’t about Belka.

“Belka.”
“Ah.”

He pushed her girl and put her on the bed. He was uncomfortable being in this bed just because it was where Mac raped Belka, but he couldn’t help it because he had no place to lay Belka he deserved. When she runs her fingertips through the bed, traces of it still remain and the sticky, damp texture clumps together and disturbs his heart. The girl lays on him as she lays, her red hair spread, looking up at him with her innocent gold. A girl who showed no sign of resistance, whether or not he knew what he was going to do to her from now on.

Seeing that, his desire swelled, and he wanted to put his stuff in the girl’s secret crack right now, but before that, there was something he had to do. He first got under the bed and knelt on his knees. Then, the first thing that caught my eye was her sleek thighs stretching under the dark red dress. He reached out and caught her slender legs, spreading them to either side of her.

“Ah?! Usher?”

Belka questions his actions, but her legs slowly open as he intended. Because of this, the dark red one-piece sat down with a tent between her legs as if to replace the girl’s heart, but he pulled up the dress to no avail with such efforts.

“Oops.”

As she rushed to treat his wounds, the girl’s secret cracks showed him as they were, as if she hadn’t even put on her underwear. However, the girl’s petals were a little different from what he knew. Is it because something from a larger Mac has dug in? The girl’s cracks could not be closed, and she was breathing heavily, revealing her most delicate inner side. That alone was not enough, and the white oil-like white liquid that leaked out of it clearly belonged to Mac, not his.

At that displeased appearance, a burning ember ignited in Usher’s heart, as if it had been transferred to a dry twig. I wanted to cut Mack down with that axe even now, but that wouldn’t work. That’s what a girl wouldn’t want. Then, where should this endless anger and displeasure go? He poked his finger into the girl’s fissure, trying to get some of the semen from her veins that had stained her girl’s insides.

“What’s wrong?!”

Then, along with the girl’s moaning, a crack that flinched. With the feeling of his fingers being clamped, I could see the pure white turbid liquid inside the girl spilling out. But at the thought that the amount was too little, Usher frowned and bent his fingers as if scraping the inside of the girl.

“Ah, uh! Heh.”

Then, the girl’s crack lets out more whitish liquid. And by the time she pulled his finger out, her finger was clinging to it with a cloudy, whitish liquid. I thought it was dirty just because it was Mac’s, even though it was no different from his semen. In particular, he made me think that the fact that he was forced inside the girl was even more filthy. He roughly wiped the soiled finger and inserted it into the girl’s crack once again.

“Ah.”

Hearing the girl’s anguish, he whipped his fingers through her cracks, continuing to pump the semen out of her veins. Then, when the white liquid stopped flowing, he got up from under the bed and looked at Belka’s face.

“Ha ha.”

It was to extract Mack’s semen, but was it because it was a sensitive area for a girl? Belka was in tears, and she couldn’t help but put on an expression. Usher lay down next to Belka, wanting to get a closer look. And at the same time, he puts her finger back into the girl’s crack.

“Ahhh! Usher.”

Then, Belka called his name with a voice that seemed to have melted sweetly in a pleasure different from before. Seeing the girl like that made him feel strangely satisfied. It was inconvenient to constantly use the index finger, so putting the middle finger in made it more comfortable. In that state, he scanned the girl’s tender inner skin as if searching here and there.

“Haagh! Ahhh!”

Every time it was scratched or tickled, like when Mack’s semen was drained, the girl twisted her body or pressed her legs together as if in pain, but it was easy to tell from the girl’s voice that it was from pleasure. Belka, too, couldn’t erase her embarrassed expression and let out a moan while clinging to his arm.

“Whoah. Yes! Huang!”

Could Belka even make a sound like this? He was fascinated by the look of a girl who didn’t know what to do with a very embarrassed expression. Then he realized that this wasn’t the first time the girl had been this way. Apparently Belka showed a similar attitude when she first taught me these things. Although the girl was scared, it was definitely like this even then.

“Huh?!”

Then, with a feeling of tightness in his middle finger, the girl’s waist curved like a bow. And when the girl’s back was back in her place, she was staring at him, gasping for breath as if she were weary.

“Huh.”

Usher couldn’t stand it any longer. He undressed and climbed on top of the girl. When I touched his body, I could feel the soft girl’s touch and the warm body temperature rising through his clothes. But what struck me most of all was the girl’s petite body. To the point where I wonder how he accepted Mack’s big stuff with such a small body. Belka is seen looking up at him anxiously as he frowns at the unpleasant feeling that returns.

“Huh?!”

He tried to ease her anxiety by putting his cock in her girl’s cunt. The girl’s cleft was thicker and wetter than ever before, and it engulfed his prick. The sticky flesh squeezed his cock tight. Every time he rocked her back, inserting and removing her cock, the girl’s waist loosened and a moan escaped her.

“Hey! Yes! Hehe.”

Then, what caught my eye was the thin waist. Did Mac treat Belka like an object while holding on to her fragile waist? When Usher put his hand on the girl’s waist, the girl’s moaning made a slightly different noise, and her cock tightened even more. As she reached the end of her pleasure, he injected his cum inside her.

“Ugh!”

As soon as he poured all of her cum inside her, he moved her around her waist.

“What’s wrong?!”

His work never ended. It was as if he was addicted to the girl’s warm inner flesh brushing his cock. Even in his ecstatic pleasure, he couldn’t let go of her body for a while, as if he wanted to erase all traces of the mac that had polluted her inside, filling her stomach with his semen. Then, her sexual desire, which seemed to overflow endlessly, reached its limit and quietly faded away.

“Aren’t you offended now?”

In the midst of silence, Usher was the first to speak.

“Huh.”

The girl gave a small answer to his question and nodded her head. Even as he shared her relationship with Belka, Usher wondered why she said that. Maybe the girl didn’t just feel displeased with herself? She thought that what was more painful than herself was the girl who was forcibly raped by Mac. After hugging each other for a while, they felt uncomfortable staying here any longer and decided to leave. But if there was a little problem.

“Oops!”
“Belka?!”

Belka, who had been sitting on top of him, stood up and Usher caught hold of her as she collapsed. Then there was a dripping sound like water dripping from somewhere. The sound came from below the girl, so when I looked down at her, I could see her legs trembling as thinly as a newborn baby deer. However, that alone was not enough to fade the beauty of the girl’s legs. Because of her very slender body, that pitiful figure even seemed to suit her.

But apart from that, I could see the white stems flowing from under her dress, more precisely from the inside of her thighs, running down her thighs and dripping to the floor. The white stems were clearly semen. Well, the owner of the semen that seemed to flow out of the girl’s inside was self-evident, as he had decided to insert his cock into her and inject it until just a moment ago. The sight that could only be described as erotic raised her head, and his desire, which she thought had faded as her gaze was taken away.

As if she had noticed it, the girl grabbed the hem of her one-piece dress and pressed it tightly, blushing a lot. She then looked up at him.

“Oooh, Usher pervert.”