Chapter 263 – Entwining the Timber (4)

The switch was flipped.

As I reclined on the bed, our bodies entwining, Baobab swallowed me with a fervor exceeding our previous encounter.

“Heh… heh…”

He was on top, consuming me.

He clutched me with such intensity that it conjured such a vivid image.

“Did you anticipate this?”
“Quiet.”

His dominance was more pronounced, more raw than before.

My words fail to capture the depth of this transformation. Since our last encounter, have I awakened to pleasure? Having succumbed over a hundred times, there’s no doubt it’s an indelible memory.

We were two beings, seeking not love but shared pleasure.

“One time left. I remembered.”

The pledge of becoming his servant.

Even though he often speaks with both ends, he’s not the type to retract his words. I never intended for this. How could he be so assured?

Baobab, panting heavily, pulled me close and murmured. It seems he now uses me like a dildo.

“Noisy… I won’t concede next time.”
“Is that so? Then lay prone now.”

As he eased out from within Baobab, he commanded her to lie facedown.

Not much time passed before a pleasure-filled scream burst forth from her lips. Her body was already far gone.

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Tiredness consumes me.

“What is this?”

In Cornus’s room, while receiving therapy, I handed her the previously prepared milking machine.

“Use this when you’re sore.”

I had satiated Baobab’s lust for about four hours.

I had intended to subdue him. But now, have I developed a taste for it? I refuse to admit defeat, yet I’ve grown fond of our entanglement.

Initially, he viewed me as inferior. But recently, it seems we see each other as equals.

Now accustomed to relinquishing control, he involuntarily grinds his hips, craving for more. All that’s left is to remind him of my ascendant position.

“… When it hurts? How do I use it?”

Cornus toyed with the part of the milking machine that would touch her breast.

“Let me see your arm.”

Rising from the sofa, I took Cornus’s arm.

I attached a hose connected to the suction device to Cornus’s arm.

“Center it around your nipple. Once it’s secured, activate the machine.”

As I pressed the red button, Cornus’s flesh was drawn up into the funnel of the milking machine.

Cornus’s eyes widened in surprise.

“With this, you’ll manage even when you’re alone.”

I’m unsure if it’s more effective than manual stimulation, but it represents the pinnacle of contemporary science. Since it was procured from the World Tree draw, the product is flawless.

A large mana stone is embedded within, so it doesn’t require separate charging.

Sansuyu powered down the machine, pulling out the funnel.

She then cast a furtive glance in my direction.

“So, you’re not going to touch me now?”

What, her breasts?
I displayed my disapproval.

“Touching in the first place is odd.”
“……I see.”

It’s Sansuyu, not anyone else. The impact on my psyche is immense.
The thought of crossing that boundary frightens me.

The sensation of her body encased in my grasp… If we hadn’t had those intimate moments with Marronnier or Baobab in between, I might have crossed that line by now.
To both of them, I’m grateful. And I’m sorry.

“Are you sleeping here again tonight?”
“Seems like it.”

I have to meet Mary early tomorrow as well.

My room is undoubtedly filled with the mingling aromas of sweat and wood.
Constant exposure to even pleasant scents causes a headache, and thus, sleeping in Sansuyu’s room has somehow become more comfortable.

After making a quick stop in the bathroom, I headed straight to bed.

As I nestled into the covers, a smile crept onto my face. Sansuyu, following me, set down the milking machine on the bedside table and lay down next to me.

“Si-woo.”
“Hmm?”
“You smell different today.”

A wave of heat rushed through me.

“But I’ve taken a shower?”
“There’s still a hint of it on your clothes.”

It must have permeated the clothes I brought from my room.

“How do you even know that?”
“…I don’t know. I’ve just become more sensitive lately.”

Sansuyu clenched onto my clothes, burying her sharp nose into my chest.

“I can hear the sounds from the next room, see further… and smell more.”

It’s probably because of the experiment.
As time goes on, Sansuyu’s body is increasingly straying from the norm.

If the Sansuyu during the first trial could be compared to a national tree,
I wonder how much stronger she will become by the end of the Forest Guardian selection.

Not long after, Sansuyu’s emotionless voice echoed in the room.

“…Who did you meet?”

I was taken aback.
Her expression was indifferent, but there was something unnerving about her voice.

“I had a meeting. I met someone there.”
“They smell like flowers. A friend?”
“A friend, yes, you could say that.”

She moved closer to me in the bed.
Her breasts were the first to make contact with my body.

“My friend is you, Si-woo.”
“That’s true. You’re my first friend.”

Gu-seul? That was just a misunderstanding on my part.
Jung Si-woo… I’m sorry. I momentarily forgot about you this time.

Sansuyu’s face was sullen.
She, who never cared about meeting anyone else…

“Do you dislike meeting other people?”
“That’s not it….”

Her hand, holding onto my clothes, tightened.

“It’s not that… It’s just… when you smell like someone else, it feels a bit strange.”
“Since when?”
“…I don’t know.”

Next time, I’ll remember to wash my clothes.
Or better yet, I’ll leave a few outfits in Sansuyu’s room in advance.

I’m not sure why, but I sense a hint of possessiveness from her.

While I might not grasp it with others, with Cornus, it’s different.

Her puppy-like demeanor, always seeking refuge within my embrace, was endearing. I held her securely, her scent seeping into my clothes. It overpowered the scent of the detergent, even the faint lingering aroma of others. All that remained was the soft, plush aroma of Cornus.

“Cornus.”
“Yes?”
“I’ve told you repeatedly, it’s Si-heon, not Shi-eon.”
“…Si-heon.”
“Exactly.”

I cradled Cornus in my arms, my eyes falling shut. It’s easy to forget, but Cornus is a patient. She requires daily treatment, constant attention.

As I gently stroked her forehead, beads of sweat formed. After using my powers, her expression seemed to soften.

In no time, she started drifting to sleep. I should also get some sleep.

I closed my eyes against the impending drowsiness, using the tender Cornus as my pillow.
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“Shi-eon.”

At 5 AM, Cornus invariably wakes up, her body twisting in discomfort from her recurring mastitis. A pain akin to being pricked in her core. She grimaced as she sat up, cupping her breasts with both hands.

Cornus examined the complexion of the man before her, who was lost in sleep. He was utterly oblivious, consumed by his slumber.

She reached out tentatively, lightly brushing his nose and tapping his eyelids. It was a familiar gesture, like pulling a cheek, which obediently followed her hand’s motion.

“Shi-eon.”

After scrutinizing his complexion a bit longer, ensuring he was indeed deep in sleep, Cornus buried her face in his chest.

Sniff, Sniff.

The scent of a person. It had a soothing effect. Earlier, she had been inexplicably uneasy, a feeling even she struggled to comprehend.

This time, she discarded her nightgown, her breasts laid bare. Though not yet filled with milk, her large J-cup breasts were exposed to the cool morning air.

Gently.

Slowly.

Without being noticed…

She climbed atop Si-heon, angling her head. Placing both hands at the back of his head, she lifted it slightly, slipping her nipple between his lips.

As if expecting it, his lips moved.

Gulp.

His throat contracted.

The sensation of something bursting forth from her nipple. Cornus placed her groin on the man’s abdomen and embraced his head.

Somewhere, a sticky, inexplicably odd feeling seemed to find satisfaction. Embracing his face, her breasts compressed.

“Heeuk… Haa…”

It had become a habit.

Her entire body warmed up.

Gnawing, gnawing.

“…Ah, yes. Hah.”

A peculiar sensation stirred in her lower abdomen. While something seemed to drain from her breasts, her heart filled. Despite this, there was a lingering emptiness, prompting Cornus to gently rub her lower region.

“…All at once.”

Leaning her arms against the wall, she surrendered to gravity, her breasts spilling downwards.

Over the silhouette of Si-heon’s face, a duo of shadows was cast.

In her careful aim, she stuttered. His hand, braced against the wall, slipped causing Si-heon’s face to plunge into her bosom.

“Ah!”

Sansuyu, startled, had forgotten to dress and ensconced herself within the covers.

Peeking out over the blanket, she lifted her head. It seemed he was yet to awaken.

Stirring slowly, she latched onto Si-heon’s mouth once more.

Just as she had been yearning.

Her breasts were brought together until their nipples touched. Into Si-heon’s mouth, she guided them. This time, as if he were dreaming, Si-heon extended his arms, pulling Sansuyu into an embrace.

“Heavens… Ah!”

A tender, warm embrace.

A tingling sensation spread and Sansuyu’s lips quivered.

‘Has he… not woken yet?’

Gently, oh so gently.

Repeating a word countless times, she traced the contours of his body. His shoulders, cheeks, lips, ears.

He was a friend… just a friend.

The more she stroked his head, the more fervently he latched onto her.

-Slurp.

A stream of pure white milk trailed down Si-heon’s cheek. Sansuyu, her fingers rigid, covered her mouth.

“…Ah.”

Thus passed an hour.

And then two.

Though her milk had run dry, Sansuyu, under the enchantment of his suckling, continued offering her breast. Lee Si-heon remained ensnared in sleep. She realized that for some reason, he didn’t wake when she was by his side. That realization had made her actions all the more insistent.

As seven o’clock approached, Lee Si-heon’s consciousness began to stir.

“…Umm.”

He started to toss and turn, an indication of impending wakefulness.

At such times, Sansuyu, startled, would grab her clothes and dart back into her own blanket.

Though she’d not managed to don her nightwear, she was fine as long as she was well covered by the blanket. Lee Si-heon arose and gazed at Sansuyu, who lay beside him.

“Yawn.”

Si-heon’s mouth opened again, briefly puzzled by the unfamiliar fullness and sweetness.

When he looked at Sansuyu, she was holding her breath, her heart pounding, eyes wide as a fresh-caught mackerel.

“…Okay. I’ll leave first. I have some things to do.”

“Hmm.”

Watching Lee Si-heon as he exited through the door, Sansuyu slowly rose from her spot.

-Creak.

The door swung open once more.

“Oh, right. Suyu.”

Sansuyu hastily pulled the blanket up, concealing her chest. Her heart pounded.

“Oh, were you changing?”

She hadn’t been discovered, had she? Thus, there was a phrase she had to utter during such moments. It was one amongst the scant words she learned within Tree Inside.

“…Pervert.”

Upon hearing this, Si-heon exited the room, his countenance portraying utter shock.

“I apologize.”

She voiced her unreciprocated apology. After confirming his departure, Cornus exhaled a breath of relief.

Being caught could lead to unforeseen circumstances. She was aware that this wasn’t an activity friends would engage in. Nevertheless, she could not bring herself to halt.

The unknown pleasure that the seemingly emotionless Cornus felt was more potent than the spicy, chewy flavor of tteokbokki.