At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 211

Soft and fluid tentacle-like waves coiled around Jiwoo’s wrists, waist, and legs. She instinctively twisted her body, trying to break free, but it was useless. It was as if hundreds of watery tendrils had enveloped her entire body.

When she struggled and managed to shake them off, they dissolved like water, only to reform and wrap around her again. It was as futile as trying to cut water with a blade.

“Hu-uht…!”

Then, like a transparent wall closing in, the restraints tightened, fixing her body completely. Unable to move, Lancet’s large hands slid over her chest and stomach, caressing her as she bent forward slightly.

“I saw you, losing yourself in the water.”

The water was clear, and through it, she had seen their entangled fingers, their heated gazes, their mingling breaths.

Had she not made the decision to step inside, Lancet would have been left alone, gripping himself, watching.

“Uht!”

And then, as if asking for permission, Lancet pulled Jiwoo and grinded against her.

His already hardened p*nis rubbed against her entrance, pressing on her cl*t before sliding back and forth.

As things escalated, Jiwoo was finally certain that the situation had reached that point.

Earlier, she had joked about it and received a denial. But this bath, laced with the bath salts, clearly could read the mind of those inside.

The moment she and Arven had both thought, I want this or this might be okay, the water had coiled around them and pulled them closer.

And now, with the movements on the water, she was able to understand the desires accurately.

“Uh, hu-ugh…!”

The translucent, slimy lifeform probed every inch of her skin, wanting to dig deeper. The motion surged everywhere, as if trying to penetrate further.

The water, now slightly denser, like a slick mucus, vibrated as it explored the space between her thighs. The persistent pressure against her cl*t made Jiwoo throw her head back and tremble.

“Hu, hu-uht, Lancet…!”

“Yes?”

“Hurry….”

A hot sigh brushed the nape of her neck as his thick p*nis pushed inside from behind.

“Haaa…!”

Where Arven had just been, Lancet now filled her.

The warm, slippery water entered with Lancet. 

Throb. Throb. It wrapped around Lancet’s p*nis like a second layer before pulsing against her inner walls. The liquid that quivered inside made her weak.

“Hu-uht…!”

“Haa…”

Hadn’t she noticed it before? The way the water pulsed along with her heartbeat. Some of the thicker fluid that was still viscous still clung to Lancet’s member like long, sinuous tentacles.

Even as he thrust into her from behind, she could feel the shape. The same liquid had once guided her hand to grip Arven’s too.

Arven paid no mind to Jiwoo being lost in pleasure and simply wrapping his hand around hers.

“Uht, ung, uuhng…!”

The shaft was wrapped completely, changing its shape into bumpy. It scraped against her inner walls every time Lanset thrusted.

Thud! Thud!

Wet, squelching echoes echoed through the room with his movements. Her body shook reflexively, as if her entire body was being rubbed inside by the slime. Even her stiff, plump n*pples weren’t pinched by fingers. Instead, they were enveloped and pressed by the warm, viscous bathwater.

“Ah, ahng, aahh! Ung, ahht!”

And it brought with it a dizzying pleasure that she screamed.

As the p*nis plunged deep, her liquid spilled out that thinned the thick liquid. However, rather than diluting the sensation, it only increased the sensation? 

Wasn’t this supposed to neutralize desire, but it only stoked it further.

“Uh, huhk, haa…!”

At first, Lanset had to force his hips forward against the honey-thick fluid, but as her liquid seeped out, the glide became smoother, helping him to move rougher. 

His p*nis slid in effortlessly, battering against her womb and stirring the liquid inside out.

“Hu-uhp…!”

Someone suddenly clamped over Jiwoo’s mouth, muffling her moans.

“Ar, ung…!”

It was Arven. 

Arven began to kiss her deeply, swallowing her tongue as if devouring her whole while tangling one hand in her hair. The lewd sounds of Arven stroking himself with Jiwoo’s hand mixed with the filthy, wet noises of their tongues. 

Even the prec*m dripping from Arven’s pillar seemed to neutralize the liquid. Jiwoo squeezed her eyes shut feeling the hot liquid.

“Uhp, uuhp!”

With Arven’s tongue filling her mouth, Jiwoo felt the pleasure inside her surge uncontrollably, until it exploded.

Her body convulsed on its own, clenching down hard around everything invading her.

“Kuhk…!”

Lanset felt it the strongest, he slammed into her from behind. The pillar that was buried deep to the end, pulsed and came inside her.

“Hahk!”

“Huht.”

Lanset moaned and gripped gripping Jiwoo’s hips tight as he pushed even deeper. Their bodies locked together tighter as his se*en shoots inside.

“Ah, hhaak…!”

The bath salts were definitely heightening her sensitivity. Whether from the liquid forced in with Lanset’s thrust or the way his release splashed against her walls, her whole body made tremors of pleasure.

Logically, it was just his c*m spilling out, but it felt thick ropes were hammering against her cervix.

“Uht, ung, uhng!”

As Jiwoo’s moans grew louder, Arven, who was driven wild, kissed her even more fiercely, like trying to swallow her tongue.