At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 163

Thud, thud! After spending the entire time touching where Jiwoo was sensitive, Callan finally began to let his own needs take over.

“Ahk!”

The various fluids slicked between their bodies sent sharp jolts of pleasure through her. Her body arched uncontrollably. Her fingers and toes curled tightly, and the only thing she could do was cling to Callan, digging her nails into the taut muscles of his back.

“Ahk, Callan… there! Right there, uhng!”

As Jiwoo hung on, Callan grabbed her smooth black hair and pulled her to a kiss.

Jiwoo closed her eyes as she was swept away by the sweet pleasure that was blocking her up and down.

His pillar, which was tightly packed inside her, moved like a rock. And she felt the body fluid that felt harmful coming in between her legs. But it was just hot and hot.

* * *

“There’s an effect, Jiwoo. That’s why I said I wouldn’t finish inside.”

As the s*x ended, Jiwoo smiled, letting Callan attend to her. The familiar Callan in front of her was just nice.

“Still, you returned to normal so quickly.”

“You really don’t understand how much you turn me inside out.”

Even as he scolded her, his hands moved gently, fussing over her.

As Callan had feared, the poison was still poison.

Callan’s appearance had returned to its usual fresh state, but during the process of neutralizing the poison, the toxicity lingered in Jiwoo.

However, unlike Callan, who seemed quite worried, Jiwoo found it simply fascinating.

Jiwoo raised her hand into the air and waved it around,

“It’s like I’ve stained my nails with balsam flowers.”

“Are there black balsam flowers?”

“Mm.”

Jiwoo’s nails had been stained a dark color. It wasn’t entirely black but the same bluish-gray hue that Callan had been having earlier. It wasn’t just the nail. Her flesh itself had been dyed, meaning that her body had changed.

“If you think about it, it’s really Callan’s color.”

“….You always say such beautiful things.”

However, Callan seemed somewhat preoccupied with the fact that Jiwoo’s body had been permanently altered. He continued to fuss over her hand, his eyelashes lowered in a serious expression.

“I can reverse it.”

“Really?”

Jiwoo pulled her hand away from Callan’s touch and stretched it out to show him.

“I’m still not sure, but it seems like Akarna’s power starts in the heart and head. So, if you don’t focus on the extremities of the body, it can remain this way.”

As if to prove her point, Jiwoo blew away the toxicity lingering at her fingertips. The five nails that had been stained with the bluish-gray color immediately returned to their original state.

“Ah, I see… That’s a relief.”

Callan smiled brightly as he spoke, but Jiwoo couldn’t help but notice his ears. Despite his expression, which should have been one of relief and joy, his ears seemed to have sunk, as if something was still bothering him.

Yet, Callan continued to fidget with Jiwoo’s hand.

Jiwoo couldn’t quite understand why his mood wasn’t fully lifted, but she wanted to help ease it.

“Callan, I’ve filed a marriage registration with Enci.”

“Ah, I heard.”

“Would you like to do it too?”

“Mm…”

His ears perked up slightly, but it didn’t seem like he was fully on board.

“But that’s a memory you made with Enci, isn’t it? I wouldn’t want to disturb that precious memory.”

Callan said this with a joking tone but then added,

“And if I do it, Enci will probably get upset, right?”

“Hehe…”

It seemed that, contrary to what Jiwoo had privately thought, no other husband was asking to do the same, aside from Enci. In the end, respecting the personal memories Jiwoo had made with Enci seemed to be the right thing to do.

It was understandable, given the good relationship between the brothers. And that statement likely meant that, just as Callan respected the time Jiwoo shared with others, he also valued the personal moments they spent together.

“So, what would you like to do with me, Callan? If it’s something I can do, I’ll do it.”

“Just having you by my side is enough.”

“That’s a lie. Your ears aren’t saying that.”

“Please don’t tease me.”

Callan lowered his gaze and covered his ears.

Jiwoo persisted, shaking his arms a few more times, and Callan finally lowered his hands, as though he couldn’t resist anymore.

“Well, maybe…?”

“Yes?”

Jiwoo tilted her head slightly, giving him her full attention.

“If that’s my mark, would you leave it for me?”

Callan was referring to Jiwoo’s hand, where she had just dispelled the poison. One hand had returned to normal, but her pinky nail remained darkened. It seemed that she hadn’t paid much attention to it, and so it had been left unchanged.

“Sure.”

Seeing Callan’s ears perk up, Jiwoo smiled brightly.

The moment felt slightly awkward, so Callan stood up, offering to bring drinks or snacks.

As he stood, his golden hair cascaded over his waist, and his ears, stretching out above, flushed a bright red.

Watching this, Jiwoo realized why she liked this sight so much.

It was something she felt compelled to tell him.

“Callan.”

“Yes?”

“I still sometimes dream about it. About when I was in Caranazion.”

Callan’s joyful expression from earlier darkened a little.

“Do you have nightmares?”

“Well, you could say that… But listen to me.”

Jiwoo still had those dreams sometimes.

Lying in the small room of the temple, she could hear the priests and paladins discussing her fate. The humans who would turn away when she called out to them.

“But when I wake up… what I see here is the usual golden hair and long ears. Even if the room is dark, I can tell it’s different from that place, even by the shadows.”

And they would always answer with a bright smile when Jiwoo called out. Then, those dreams would fade away in an instant.

“And that’s why I’m happy.”

Just like now, when Callan comes closer at the few words Jiwoo speaks.

“Idiot.”

Jiwoo pulled Callan by the shoulder and kissed him. His kiss, as always, was sweet in return.