Eat The World Tree

Chapter 227: Lonnie (7)

the room was dark and stifling, with not a single ray of light seeping in through the window, filled only with the sounds of lovemaking between a man and a woman.

“...ahng, ahng, ...ah, ahng.”

the surroundings were a mess, covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluids.

maronnie gazed ahead with half-lidded eyes.

the look she gave me was much gentler than before.

it seemed she had given up, or perhaps she was enjoying the moment.

at some point, the screams and sounds she had been making had ceased.

“ghaaa... hii, huuuh....”

only the obscene moans mixed with lust echoed in the air.

as i brought my face closer, maronnie’s face contorted with worry.

she stared at my lips for a long time before slowly opening her mouth.

chup.

our dry throats were moistened by the other’s juice.

maronnie’s arms, already weakened, lay limp on my shoulders and the floor.

but this time, she even wrapped her arms around my neck.

her small tongue eagerly licked inside my mouth.

she had no experience, not even knowing how to kiss, but i enjoyed her clumsy movements and responded by moving my tongue.

“mm... mm. mm! mm! mm! mm!”

maronnie’s eyes flew open, and she was startled as she opened her mouth wider to accept my tongue.

with her obedient movements, i pushed my hips closer, tormenting her insides.

“mm... mm. mm. ah! ahh... ah!”

as i ejaculated again, maronnie’s body trembled.

she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, gasping for breath, and closed her dark eyes tightly.

“haaa... haa, haa, ha. cough, buh... buh.”

as i pulled out my member, her waist convulsed, and she made incomprehensible sounds as she collapsed on the floor.

unable to close her thighs, she spread them wide, and semen dribbled out of her vagina.

i approached her again and inserted my member.

“ah....”

seeing my member, maronnie looked at me with a face of shock.

she shook her head from side to side.

she didn’t want it.

“stop... no more... i don’t want it anymore. it’s too much, too much.”

as i gently inserted the tip, her hips moved as if being sucked in.

“it’s been five hours... let me rest... mm! haahng!”

her body responded honestly, which wasn’t bad.

“i said i wanted to rest... i said i didn’t want it... ahng! ahng!”

i grabbed her shoulders and shook them.

her tight, yet flexible vagina intensely stimulated me as i thrust into her.

her lower belly slightly bulged as i thrust in deeply.

i pressed down on her bulging lower belly with my fingers, and maronnie whimpered, touching her face with both hands.

“...haah, khaaa... ah. be gentle... be gentle.”

plunge!

“ghaaah... ah, ah!”

squelch!

“ahhhh! ahng!”

the tears flowing from her eyes had long lost their meaning.

i lifted her up and thrust deeply into her.

“strange... kyahng, ahng!”

one breath caused tears to stream down.

“it’s strange. ahng! ahng!”

maronnie’s nails scratched at my neck.

“ugh, it’s scary... it’s scary, stop... i want to stop feeling good....”

honey dripped and shone on maronnie’s bright red thighs.

“i don’t want to become strange... ahng! ahhhng! ahng, ahng.”

pressing gently and drawing circles inside her, maronnie curled her toes and screamed in pleasure.

“...end, ahhh. ugh. khaaaah!!!”

as i gently tapped inside, something brown suddenly popped out from her head.

maronnie shivered, wetting herself. her lower belly warmed up.

“...ugh, ugh. ugh.”

roll.

a fruit similar to a chestnut rolled from maronnie’s head. without looking at it, i hugged her tightly.

in the deep embrace, she stretched out her arms, responding to my hug as if the action was ingrained in her body.

it’s too absurd.

it was both incredibly exhilarating and horrifying.

like waking from a deep dream. strangely, we maintained our composure.

maronnie, with the physical fatigue and pain, was probably feeling reality more than i was.

“shiheon. it was just a deviation.”

maronnie seemed to have decided to let it pass.

the shock was so strong that she dismissed it as if it never happened.

that kind of mental shock.

she didn’t seem cowardly now. like me, she had likely resolved her temperament and regained her senses.

she didn’t seem to place much value on her virginity.

rather than focusing on ‘sex’, she wanted to escape from the fear of that time.

that feeling was strong.

i didn’t have much to say to her.

“...did it hurt?”

“a lot.”

the distance remained the same. naturally.

given what happened, it couldn’t have improved our relationship.

but it hadn’t worsened either.

an irresistible force. strangely, our conversation wasn’t that stiff.

“it was unfortunate that our temperaments were like this.”

“...i think so too.”

maronnie nodded at my words.

we agreed that it was just bad luck. that was our compromise.

“shall we eat?”

nod.

there wasn’t much else to do.

we prepared and ate a meal, then decided to sleep in our sleeping bags.

however, spending a long night without a phone in the 21st century was a boring affair.

“my butt and waist hurt a lot.”

eventually, we both got up from our sleeping bags and decided to talk.

time healed all, and after a few hours, the awkwardness quickly faded.

“you said you were korean, right?”

we sat around the central light in the room, wrapped in sleeping bags, and chatted.

all we could do was make small talk.

of course, we avoided talking about what had happened earlier as much as possible.

surprisingly, we got along well.

and oddly, this person was very interested in commoners’ lives.

“you live alone like that? without anyone?”

“yeah. i go back home after part-time jobs, play games on the computer until i fall asleep, and then go to class early in the morning, followed by another part-time job. it’s a repetitive cycle.”

“no maids?”

“do you think we have those? what about you?”

“i’m a noble. but, what kind of games do you play?”

“league of legends, tree watch... how could you not know this? even if you don’t like games, you should know their names, right?”

talking about my school days or daily life seemed to delight her.

maronnie, who had initially been frustrated and gloomy, gradually started to relax her expression.

the problem was that as time passed, our temperaments began to resurface.

“so... like school studies...”

in the middle of our conversation, erotic thoughts began to creep in.

maronnie’s face, which had been listening to my story with wide eyes, began to harden again.

“you...”

maronnie’s eyes trembled.

the first time was tumultuous. the second time wasn’t difficult.

a small psychological warfare ensued, but unable to resist, i attacked, and maronnie cried out.

thrust, thrust, thrust. thrust!

“ahng, ahng! ahng... haang, dick... dick... i hate it....”

“saying that just makes it more arousing.”

“i’m sorry... i’m sorry... huaaang!”

the difference this time was that maronnie somewhat accepted the relationship.

and she felt the sensation of the dick thrusting into her vagina.

in the end, maronnie climaxed several times.

with trembling legs, she bent over in front of me, her face showing a lewd smile that was not quite a smile, accepting my cock like a pervert.