At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 210

The swollen cl*toris was pressed and teased under his fingertips, sending full-body shudders with each stroke. 

But the real thing came after.

“Uh, uh-aht…”

Every time Arven’s fingers rubbed against her inner walls, Jiwoo’s body reacted naturally and dripped liquid. 

The fluid was supposed to neutralize the strange substance around them. The stickiness was thinned. 

But the change in viscosity seemed to create an unexpected effect.

Like honey dissolving in water, the mixture that has touched her love liquid became slippery. The water became warmer, spreading heat wherever it touched. Her thighs, between her legs, everything felt drenched in hot love liquid.

And she wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“Aht.”

“Ha.”

Arven exhaled roughly against her ear. He whispered just loud enough to be heard over their ragged breaths.

“Feels like you’re dripping just for me.”

“Uung… Aht…!”

The fingers working her cl*t pressed deeper. Even as she felt the fingers slide in effortlessly, it was as if the clinging substance from before had now seeped between her thighs.

“Huht. Uh…”

As Jiwoo shuddered, Arven kissed her cheek without pulling away, still holding her close. Jiwoo wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he guided her. As the sensations grew more intense, she clung tighter, digging her nails into his back.

“Ah, yes… Arven…”

“Yes.”

His fingers pushed deeper, scraping against her inner walls. Now, the knuckles of his fingers began brushing against her clitoris.

Arven, who usually wielded a bow, had calloused fingers that were unusually rough and firm. Even without that advantage, his fingers were already good at stimulation, stroking and rubbing against her hot flesh.

Every time his fingers flicked, the thick, slimy fluid trembled and thinned then trickled down.

They say that even underwater, differences in density make the flow noticeable. Jiwoo could feel it now trailing down her thighs, making her face burn.

When Arven’s fingers grazed the swollen, hypersensitive spot inside her walls a few more times, Jiwoo grew impatient, pulling him closer and rolling her hips.

Arven stroked her soothingly and whispered.

“Uung, here?”

“Yes. There. Aht! Aahh…!”

His fingers moved faster, raking her inner walls and grinding against her cl*t.

The once-silent pool of slimy liquid, began making wet, sloshing noises. Jiwoo’s moans rose to match them.

“Aht, ung. Hu-uht…!”

“Haa… You’re really responsive this time…”

The liquid that was not yet fully thinned out, splashed, coating her body in a slippery sheen. Droplets clung to her face like transparent jelly before sliding back down.

The sweet scent spreading with each splash blurred her thoughts further.

The water pulsed in time with her heartbeat, wrapping around both Arven and herself, making her feel as if they had merged into one.

“Uuht…!”

The liquid held every movement together like an elastic net, making her body feel weightless. The pleasure was so overwhelming, it was almost dreamlike.

Just as her consciousness began slipping away—

Splash.

A sound loud enough to cut through the steam snapped Jiwoo back to her senses.

Lanset, who had been outside the whole time, had just stepped into the water.

“Wh, what are you doing?!”

“….”

Lanset’s expression was the very picture of sulking.

“So you two were just going to leave me out of it?”

Lanset pointed outside, where he had been standing just moments ago.

“You’re telling me to just sit back and watch?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“How could you leave me out like this?”

Jiwoo was a little shocked by Lanset’s words.

She had completely forgotten Lanset was even there in this space. She was lost in the sensation of moving in the water, swept up by the moment. 

She hadn’t even realized Lanset had been waiting all this time.

“I didn’t realize. It was just for a second—”

“You seriously forgot about me?”

It was embarrassing to admit, but Jiwoo had only seen Arven. His disheveled appearance, the pleasure he offered, the whisper-like tone of his voice. Her vision had narrowed to just the water and the steam, her mind completely absorbed in Arven.

It wasn’t until Lanset actually stepped in that Jiwoo came back to reality.

“I’m sorry. I think it’s the bath salts.”

“Then focus on me too.”

Lanset quickly approached him.

Strangely, the pond water that had been resisting Jiwoo and Arven’s movements did nothing to stop Lanset.

“Seo Jiwoo, touch me too.”

Meanwhile, Arven whined, still clinging to Jiwoo’s hand, laced their fingers together and rubbed his palm against Jiwoo’s.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Arven didn’t even notice Lanset was there.

But maybe this situation wasn’t so bad.

Arven had already loosened Jiwoo’s walls enough with his fingers that he could’ve pushed inside at any moment.

Yet, whether because Arven was too drunk or completely out of it, he had only guided Jiwoo’s hand to his own fully erect length, as if forgetting the natural next step.

“Me too, with your hand, okay?”

Maybe it was the steam or the intoxication, but his words came out almost childishly slurred, like he’d regressed. 

He seemed fixated on the idea of being pleasured by hand. Perhaps the bath salts had narrowed his thoughts to just that.

“Okay, okay…”

“Did you forget about me again?”

Just as Jiwoo was about to wrap her fingers around Arven, Lanset pulled her close from behind.

Parting the gentle waves, he slid a hand over Jiwoo’s stomach, then squeezed her chest a little harder in protest.

“Haa… No, I didn’t.”

Lanset wrapped an arm around Jiwoo’s waist and pulled her hips back.

Then, as if the bathwater itself was helping with the insertion, it enveloped Jiwoo’s body completely underwater.