At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 313
“N, No… I can’t. I don’t think I can get out.”
The first thing Jiwoo tried was pulling her left hand free, but it wouldn’t budge.
She had been able to pull everyone else out so easily, so how could this have happened to her?
At least her husbands seemed to be safe, but if even Jiwoo, an Akarna, could be swallowed by the void like this, then what were they supposed to…
Jiwoo frantically looked around, only for her heart to drop.
“Where’s Silevion?”
“He, he’s gone.”
They had come together precisely so they could keep one another safe. Had Silevion been swept away by the shifting void?
“What do we do? What if he…”
But her fear didn’t last long.
“Kyaak!”
Jiwoo jolted at a sudden, unexpected sensation.
Someone had stroked her calf. A hand had touched the leg she hadn’t even thought to move amid all the tension.
“So, someone just touched my leg.”
“…”
A chilling hostility instantly flashed through Kelvar’s vivid blue eyes, an instinctive wariness at the thought that some stranger might be touching Jiwoo.
But Kelvar was surprisingly quick at grasping the situation, and his murderous air soon subsided.
“You can feel your leg?”
“I think… the other side of the wall leads somewhere else.”
Kelvar fell silent for a moment before voicing the obvious possibility that had occurred to him.
“…Then isn’t that Silevion?”
Unless someone had somehow teleported right next to them, who else could possibly be close enough to touch Jiwoo from the other side?
“Why, how, ah, ahh, ngh!”
His fingers were far softer and more slender than Kelvar’s, brushing against her slightly swollen opening, still tender from the earlier torment and stroking it gently.
“He, he’s touching me…”
“Where?”
She turned bright red, unable to explain. But as children of Ellandos, they had keen ears and uncanny perception, they could read their partner’s mind.
Just by the frantic pulse of her heart, Kelvar understood exactly what she was feeling. Surprise. Tension. Unease. Worry. And a hint of pleasure.
Pleasure.
“That bastard…”
“Huh.”
Jiwoo bit her lip, her toes curling. She didn’t know what her toes were touching, she just clenched them like she was gripping sand.
The fingers were only there briefly. Then something damp, soft, and slippery swept between her legs.
“Ah, haah…”
From the other side, someone was forcing her legs apart and burying their face between them, sucking her.
“It seems that dog has the same idea as me.”
“Hu.”
“Anyway, the best way to get out of this is to make you feel good, Jiwoo.”
It made sense. It had worked, even if only temporarily. But now they were pushing for stronger pleasure, drowning her in a sensation so intense it felt like nothing less would satisfy.
“What if the person behind me isn’t Silevion?”
“Mm… I think it probably is. We were alone just moments ago, and it hasn’t been long since we parted.”
Of course, Jiwoo also knew logically that the person behind her was likely Silevion. Even if it was just a guess, the probability was high. But what if it wasn’t? What if, just this once, it wasn’t?
“Hah, no, I don’t want to…”
Jiwoo looked on the verge of tears. Reflexively, she tried to close her legs, but one foot was already hooked over a shoulder like she was pinned open. The other was being forcibly held apart by a large, firm hand.
She didn’t need to see as she could already feel. A long tongue slowly traced her parted folds. The hot flesh passed through the slit, and she felt the wetness drip.
“Ah…! Hah, ah!”
Both legs were bound as if in shackles. His lips closed over her entire opening, wrapping it fully, his tongue, far more lewd than his composed face suggested, pressed over her folds. Since she couldn’t hear or see anything, he seemed to act even more deliberately depraved.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”
He sucked her with just his lips, sometimes scraping with his teeth, sometimes using his tongue to draw out devastating pleasure. When the pleasure became too intense, she often thought that she’s just receiving sensation, nothing more.
But that wasn’t true. Her husbands’ tender whispers, their coaxing words, their teasing jests, even the sound of their sleepy or excited breathing, was a form of communication.
But in this state, communication was impossible. Completely cut off. Even when Helka had turned into a beast that didn’t speak, he could sense when she was struggling or pleased and would respond.
“Ah!”
But this was different.
“Ah, hah.”
No matter how much they forced sensation to draw out pleasure, for Jiwoo, who valued emotional connection, the resistance was strong.
And the faint ‘what if’ only added to her unease. Silevion was, after all, conservative. And what did ‘conservative’ mean?
In El Ragneil, the children of Ellandos held their partners in the highest regard, almost as beings to be served, and perhaps even feared. Coming from a culture where elders were deeply respected, Jiwoo found it hard to adapt.