Chapter 228 – Ronye (完)

The fish atop the bonfire cooks to perfection.

-Tadak, tak!

“Hehe~ Heh~”

A humming tune accompanies the sound of crackling sparks. Tae-yang, having returned from the border, sits with his back against a tree.

Aside from sex, one of life’s greatest pleasures is savoring delicious food. Aori plucks a fish from the fire.

“It’s fully cooked.”

A fatty salmon, caught from the lake. She peels off the reddish flesh one piece at a time and chews it heartily.

“Ah, it’s hot! Hoo, hoo.”

She cools the fish in her mouth while clapping. Opening a dirt-covered plastic bottle, she quenches her thirst with the water inside.

As the meal continues in silence, Tae-yang suddenly speaks up.

“Are you in the mood for sex?”

-Nod.

“I am.”

Aori agrees.

Both Tae-yang and Aori were now in a state of extreme sexual desire.
To the point where they might even devour an ugly person.

“Seeing your body like this, King Mokryeong must really be present.”
“What would it feel like to have sex with King Mokryeong? I’m curious.”
“If he were fully grown, he’d be a pathetic worm, but if he only knew of King Mokryeong’s power… still, wouldn’t you, his descendant, win?”

At Tae-yang’s words, Aori immediately spread her thighs. She lifted her skirt and gazed at her panties.
Between her bare thighs, without any underpants. Her wet panties glistened enticingly with love juices.

“I’ve never lost to anyone in sex.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m proud of my experience.”
“Is it better for men to be with a woman with less experience?”
“There are people who have fantasies, but are there really virgins in today’s society? I heard that some people start doing it in middle school.”

I wonder if it’s the women who receive such noble and extraordinary treatment, those who cherish their virginity, who might understand. Taeyang then shook his head.

“I was very young when I first experienced it… Do you know how I lived?”
“Uh-huh. With the lady… Didn’t you say that ancient trees like human children?”
“Hehehe. Damn, that’s true.”
“How do you know?”
“I didn’t want to know either. But I was persistently summoned. I was called four times a day.”

The two of them have lived lives incredibly rough and difficult to describe.

A society in which one cannot survive without recklessly exerting their body.
Such is the life of those without status.

Sex or murder are familiar to them.
The romantic everyday lives that commoners imagine, that doesn’t exist in their world.
It’s merely a tool.
Taeyang made a circle with his index finger and thumb.

“Sex is money, power, and pleasure. That’s all there is to it.”

He used to live in a brothel. In a slave market where trees bought men.

A man with no status and no money, living a life of begging for every penny. This alone was enough to predict the kind of life Mok Tae-yang had led.

“So many trees are using humans as tools for their pleasure?”

Tae-yang laughed incredulously at Aori’s question.

“Heh heh heh… Why do you think the Flower is playing this game? You don’t know because you’re a tree person, do you?”

He then assumed a serious expression.

“You have no idea. How humans who don’t have the blood of tree people are raised like livestock and sold as slaves.”

Tae-yang knew.
He had seen it all in a room filled with the pungent scent of potent chemicals.

“For drug experiments, it’s cheaper to just buy a human and use them. The number of people without social standing who die like this each year is countless. For the sexual gratification of the World Trees and tree people… merely as a hobby…”

“It’s quite serious.”

“What’s astonishing is that it’s not considered a crime. Why, you ask?”

Because it’s a command from God.

It’s a most convenient excuse.

This is why the Flowers can’t refrain from using hard-line measures.

These shadowy experts, observing the current conflict between the Flowers and the World Tree, have dubbed it the ‘Age of Madness.’

The origin of the Flowers… a social movement group born from those who couldn’t die but continued to live.

Tae-yang murmured softly.

“And the being that the Flowers claim as their own identity is…”
“King Mokryeong.”
“Exactly.”

At Aori’s words, Tae-yang nodded and clapped.

“The Flowers are trying to carry on King Mokryeong’s war. And those bastards are also searching for the descendants of King Mokryeong.”

Perhaps they’ve already found them.
It might just be that the connection hasn’t been made yet. King Mokryeong could also be hesitant to approach the Flowers.

But one thing is certain.

“What’s that?”
“Well, you see…”

Aori tilted her head, curiosity piqued.

“When King Mokryeong enters the Flower, the Flower will rule the world?”
“What’s that? Have the Hunters and the World Trees become so weak?”
“Let’s be clear. The King is strong. Of course, that’s only true when he knows how to use his power effectively.”

King Mokryeong’s power operates on a different level.

He can gain strength by coupling with other wood beings and absorb the power of the World Trees, but it doesn’t diminish the abilities of the target.

Furthermore, King Mokryeong possesses unique abilities that he can use according to his awareness.

“So, if the heir doesn’t realize their strength, they’ll amount to nothing more than a half-penny.”

Various powers must be used appropriately according to the situation.
That’s why they’re searching for King Mokryeong.

“You can’t use it unless you’re aware of it.”
“That’s right.”
“Is it truly impossible to use it by any means?”

At Aori’s question, Tae-yang feigned concern.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“…If it’s due to uncontrollable lust, perhaps. But would King Mokryeong really do such a thing?”

* * * * * * * *

I can’t move anymore.
No matter how much I struggle, I’m powerless.

“Finished. Ahhhhhhhhhh.”

My lower abdomen burns.

“It itches… so itchy… unbearably itchy.”

My body is sticky with semen—my hands, legs, feet, even my armpits.
My hips won’t stop moving.

“Ah! Ah… Ugh… It itches. Blanche’s… her vagina… quickly… hurry, hurry, hurry…”

I didn’t think I wanted things to end up like this…

What did I do?

The pain has faded, and fear no longer grips me.

– Jab.

Ah, finally touched.

His cock… it’s coming. Pain… it’ll hurt again.

“…I don’t want it.”

“Put it in, please.”
“Put it in… put it in.”

It hurts. It hurts – it really hurts.

– Thrust.

It’s going in. It’s going in. His penis has entered.

“Ah-haaa!”

The sensation is electrifying, and my head aches. I can’t think of anything.
What position am I in right now?

“It’s heavy… I can’t breathe… I can’t catch my breath.”
“So?”
“Be a little gentler, please… Blanche won’t go anywhere… I’ll stay right here…”

– Squeeeze.

“Don’t hug me so tightly… Blanche is going to break… I’m telling you, I’m going to break…”

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

My uterus aches.

The tip keeps poking me, making it feel sore and swollen.
Why is he being so rough?

“How do you feel?”

How do I feel?

“Scratching an itch. Holding me… should feel good…”
“Do you know how your voice sounds right now?”
“…What?”
“How’s your condition now?”

Gazing downward with bleary eyes, you see yourself sullied by a thick, milky-white fluid.

How strange.
Why? Why me?

“Semen… I’m… marinated in semen…? This shouldn’t be happening…”

Lifting his body, he tries to withdraw his cock.

“Even saying something like that-“

His shoulder is grabbed.

– Smack.

His cock is thrust back in.

Just look at this.
Unable to resist anyway…♡

“Ah♡”

Fingers slip into her mouth. Her tongue automatically comes forward to greet them.
For some reason, she feels compelled to lick them.

“It means you’ve already become a female.”
“Hveeup beheh… ugh… . Churup.”
“Drooling like this, enjoying being fed this way. Begging for relief from the itch.”

It seems like consciousness is slipping away… but she speaks clearly.

“Ronnie.”
“Yes?”
“Look at your body now. Who’s the one holding me tightly?”

“It’s alright, Blanche… Marronnier Blanche.”
“Who wants to be pinned down?”
“Me…”

– Gulp, gulp.

My penis twirls around, feeling so good.

“Did you get so wet down there because of this?”
“Ah, ah… me… me?”

At first, it wasn’t like that.
Somehow, I also started being swept up by the atmosphere.

“Be honest.”

Is this right?

“Lift your head. Look at me.”
“…Okay.”
“Hug me.”
“Okay, I hugged… Can I hug tighter? Gulp, gulp… Like this?”

I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Yes, like that. Now ask me to fuck you.”
“Pussy… fuck me.”
“Who? With what?”
“Cock. Cock… Name… What was your name again?”
“Lee Si-heon.”
“Lee Si-heon’s cock… fuck me.”

As the conversation went on, Lee Si-heon raised his upper body and pulled me into his embrace.
Being held like a doll, my body jolted.

With his cock inserted, it feels like I’ve become a sex toy.

“Kiss me on the neck.”
“Alright. *Chup*.”

As I gently sway my hips, the erect cock glides back and forth. It fills me up completely, and yet it still feels as if it would push deeper, painfully jabbing my insides.

“Ah… Mm.”

It hurts, but it feels good. I’m no longer afraid of the cock.

Am I becoming a female now? I am a national leader, responsible for my country.

Is it alright to do this with an academy cadet?

“Now I… I can’t… muster any more strength.”
“And?”
“I want the cock to keep stabbing me. I want to be fucked until I lose my mind.”
“You might really break if that happens.”

I’m already more than broken.

Screaming wildly, sobbing with a metallic sound. My reason has long been severed.

My exhausted arms and legs hang limply, like those of an unsecured jointed doll. The person who laid me on the floor looks at my face, then lifts my waist by raising both of their thighs.

In a position where both the anus and the vagina are exposed.

“I… I’m ready to be broken… Blanche is ready…”

Her voice hoarse, she shakes her hips while drenched in semen.

She’s gone all the way. But it’s not so bad.

After all, he won’t remember this…

Just this time, only this time.

– Gurgling.

The cock enters her again. The still stiff vaginal walls stretch wider.

“Ughhh…”

The sticky cock plunges deeper. The cock that ruthlessly tramples her. It treats her as a mere toy.

– Snap.

At last, the line in her mind breaks.

“Ah… Ah… Aah. Ha. Huh. Panting…”

Unable to even moan, she lets out a series of deflated sighs.
Yet her eyes still crave greater pleasure.

“Ah…♡ Ahh♡”

Like a puppy, she whimpers and beseechingly calls out to him.
Begging for more.

Her small breasts swell up. The man stares intently at her face.

It isn’t overwhelming.
It’s frightening, but… it’s a delightful terror.

– Sting.

When my head throbs, lights flicker, and the fog blurs.

When my body writhes, thinking it truly can’t endure more. When I brace the ground with both arms in order to survive.
When I forget how to exhale and feel as if my lungs will burst from excessive exhalations.

When tears form from the terror of losing myself, this time the man reaches out and restrains my body.
Tightly clenched. My buttocks interlock like Tetris with the man’s crotch.

There’s no escape from the unknown fear.

– Zupyuuuuuuk.

Semen surges within my womb.

“Kuhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…♡”

All the resistant thoughts I’ve ever harbored melt away at once. Unknowingly, I come to think it.

Perhaps I was born for this from the very beginning.
My heart and happiness are fulfilled.

It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before.

Like that night when I dreamed as I listened to a song.

– Zupyuuuuuk!

“Ah♡ It happened again…”

My memories are stained with filthy semen.
It felt as though my once-treasured Polaroid photo was now covered in semen.

Yet, my heart is inexplicably fulfilled.

“…More, more.”

At some point, I found myself crying out like that.
It was after 21 hours and 40 minutes since entering this room.