At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 169

“…Does Seo Jiwoo like this sort of thing?”

“No, no! It’s not like that at all…!”

Jiwoo blushed and denied it, but the truth was that it kind of was.

The husbands she had accepted were experts at pretending to be pitiful. Jiwoo, being sensitive and unable to resist tears and pleas, found herself swayed easily. After living with them for so long, she thought she would have become used to it and numb to such behavior, but it hadn’t happened that way at all.

Living like this, her tastes seemed to have adjusted accordingly.

Thinking about it now, she understood why.

The mushroom Tevon strangely appeared even more pitiable and vulnerable than the real Tevon.

Tevon had lived longer in Caranazion and hadn’t been as influenced by the trees. Because of this, he was less attuned to the tree’s energy than the others. However, if Tevon had grown up in El Ragneil, he might have given off the same feeling as the mushroom Tevon did.

“…So, am I maybe less attractive than this fake version?”

“Ah! I told you it’s not like that!”

Tevon stared at the mushroom Tevon before speaking seriously.

“Seo Jiwoo, then… If I served you and he served you, which one do you think would make you feel more satisfied?”

“Wha, what?”

How could such a lewd species…?

Jiwoo was unsure whether he was suggesting what she thought he was, so she asked again.

“What do you mean by serving?”

“I’m saying you should try it, since it was offered to eat.”

“No, that can’t be! That’s not Tevon.”

“It’s still me, the way you see me. Besides, isn’t it better if you purify it instead of just killing it?”

Purify…

If this mushroom’s poison were to be eaten, Akarna wouldn’t die from it but would instead purify the other.

It was probably why Tevon had knowingly brought her here without worry. She hadn’t expected to be in this situation, though.

“You know we’re jealous, right? I’d rather it be me than someone else.”

“…But.”

“If we don’t solve this, something worse will come out, you know? Not me, but someone else…”

When Jiwoo had first released the quail, the rabbit had appeared. After the rabbit, Tevon appeared. Now, if she let this one go, she didn’t know what would appear next. Maybe Callan, who had told her to eat him first, was the most likely candidate.

That situation would really be troublesome.

“That’s a bit…”

“Right?”

If Helka or Callan were duplicated, that would cause even more trouble. Both of them, despite pretending to be casual, could be unusually persistent.

“Is that really what’s best?”

“Yes.”

As Jiwoo slowly started to give in, Tevon pulled her waist closer and kissed the back of her neck. In a strange way, Tevon felt pleased that, in this situation, he had become Jiwoo’s weakness.

“And I can’t lose to my own illusion.”

And so, a truly strange situation had unfolded.

In truth, Jiwoo had prepared herself for many things after accepting thirty husbands. The idea of the great task of a wedding night had taken a lot of mental preparation.

So, in a sense, accepting more than one husband in a single night wasn’t such an uncommon thing anymore.

But this particular situation was definitely a first.

“Te, Tevon…”

“Ung?”

“What is it, Seo Jiwoo?”

Jiwoo found herself sandwiched between two versions of Tevon, their hands exploring her body like one.

As expected of someone who particularly enjoyed hunting, Tevon’s muscular arms surrounded her from both the front and back. Jiwoo, caught between them, was subjected to rough and unpolished touches that matched his personality.

The distinction between real and fake almost didn’t matter. The two moved in perfect harmony, as if sharing a single will.

The Tevon behind her kissed the nape of her neck, exposed after brushing aside her hair, while the Tevon in front captured her lips.

The two lips and tongue were eerily synchronized. When the tongue on her neck traced up along her spine, the tongue in her mouth mirrored the motion by gliding over her palate. With her eyes closed, it felt like one tongue had split in two, stimulating her in separate places simultaneously. And perhaps that wasn’t entirely incorrect.

“Uh, hng…”

The Tevon in front used only his lips to undo the ties of Jiwoo’s shirt. Although she had dressed in pants for their hunting trip, her top was less practical. With a few movements of his mouth, the loose fabric fell from her shoulders.

This Tevon had none of his usual rough attitude as he focused on her clothes. It made it more clear that the one serving her from the front was the fake.

As his lips took off her clothes and moved down to her waist, Jiwoo looked down with flushed cheeks.

The children of Ellandos were, in many ways, a ‘beautiful’ race. However, Tevon’s features were sharper, leaning more toward rugged handsomeness than beauty. His stern expression often gave off an unapproachable air.

Until moments like these, when he took the lead with that kind of face.

“Seo Jiwoo, do you like seeing me like this?”

“Should I use my mouth to take this off too? It’s not difficult.”

They spoke in identical voices, uttering similar words. Jiwoo’s ability to distinguish the real Tevon relied on subtle instincts. A sixth sense that went beyond her five senses. Without that, the voice alone wouldn’t have been enough to tell them apart.

“Uung…”

When Jiwoo gave a small nod, Tevon did begin pulling her pants down with his lips.

Meanwhile, the Tevon behind her slipped a hand beneath the waistband, his calloused fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. As the rough fingertips brushed against her increasingly wet place, her body reacted instinctively, welcoming his fingers.

“Uht, ha-aht…”

“Ah, Seo Jiwoo… Your reactions are adorable. So this is the expression you make.”

As Jiwoo couldn’t hold it anymore and gave soft moans, a husky chuckle came from Tevon.

With a firm tug, her pants slid off entirely, leaving Jiwoo’s lower body exposed. Tevon grabbed the fake Tevon by the back of his head and pushed him down between Jiwoo’s thighs.

“Uhp…”

The fake, who was grabbed in the head, understood it immediately and obediently began licking between her legs.

“….!”

Jiwoo was startled.