At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 170

It wasn’t uncommon for Jiwoo to handle more than one husband in a night.

In fact, with so many husbands, they naturally formed smaller groups of closer bonds. For instance, Lanceil often spent time hunting with Lanset or Arven, while Callan usually hung out with Solmih to address various village issues. Helka, on the other hand, played more of a leader’s role, overseeing everyone.

Because relationships were often a private matter, unless Jiwoo specified otherwise, the husbands tended to engage in groups they were already close with. Even in such settings, they respected one another’s affection for Jiwoo. They helped enhance her pleasure without objectifying one another as mere tools for satisfaction.

This situation, however, was a first.

The real Tevon was leading the s*x with Jiwoo, while the fake one was entirely reduced to a tool for pleasure. The fake Tevon, his face flushed and entirely focused on his task, didn’t even seem to breathe as he fulfilled his role.

Seeing the fake Tevon obediently licking between her legs without protest stirred an unusual sense of dominance within Jiwoo. Alongside it came a sense of depravity that she shouldn’t be doing this.

‘This isn’t right…’

Tevon, as if reading her hesitation, gently reassured her.

“It’s fine. It’s fake. Okay?”

It was as though Tevon was demanding all her affection, even her pity, be reserved solely for him. He pulled Jiwoo’s chin toward him and kissed her deeply.

Even if it was fake, it perfectly replicated Tevon’s habits during s*x.

“Ung. Uuhp, hu-ng…”

A hot tongue slid over her now-slick folds. Was it because it was fake, or was it because the original had an inherent poison? Every touch of the fake Tevon’s tongue replicated the slight tingling, almost sparkling sensation she had felt earlier when holding the mushroom.

The warmth spreading across her face mirrored the heat pooling between her thighs. Everywhere the lips and tongue touched felt like warm water bubbling over her skin. When the fake Tevon licked her thighs so thoroughly that wet sounds echoed in the air, water rushed out.

“Haa… “

“….Watching this just makes me more motivated. Watch—I’ll do even better next time.”

Her cli*oris had become sensitive. The tongue flicks past her and tantalizing sensations prickled.

Then the tongue, which had been teasing around her entrance, finally delved inside.

The tongue’s rough texture grazed the ridges of her inner walls as it pushed deeper. Jiwoo bit her lip as she felt the scratches.

Something felt… off.

The length was unusual—too long to be human.

“Wait a second, Tevon, why is it, this long? It feels… too long…”

“Aha… so it has that feature too.”

Tevon smirked knowingly. The situation suddenly became clear to him.

Jiwoo wasn’t the only one who had entered the mushroom’s territory. And, surely, she wasn’t the only one who had thoughts of taking the other person.

Tevon often yearned to explore deeper while pleasuring Jiwoo. The particularly textured areas that Jiwoo responded to were deeper inside. If only his tongue had been just a little longer, he could have reached that spot. That lingering desire always left a sense of frustration.

So, the fact that the fake’s tongue felt unusually long wasn’t Jiwoo’s imagination. It was a reflection of Tevon’s unfulfilled wish.

“Uht, hu-uht. Ah…”

While the fake swirled its tongue inside her, the real Tevon used his neatly trimmed nails to tease her cli*oris.

“Aahhhk!”

Unable to resist, Jiwoo threw her head back, surrendering herself entirely to the two of them.

The tongue felt as though it were reaching places it shouldn’t. The relentless stimulation was just like Tevon’s usual habit. But this time, it wasn’t his member, it was his tongue.

“Hu, ahhhng!”

Her thighs quivered and convulsed as she approached her climax. Holding her breath, she bit her lip, only for Tevon to gently capture her mouth with his, ensuring she wouldn’t hurt herself. The sounds of her climax were swallowed by his kiss.

The fluids Jiwoo released were diligently cleaned by the fake Tevon, whose head bobbed with enthusiasm. Left limp in the real Tevon’s arms, Jiwoo barely had a moment to recover before feeling something else pressing at her entrance.

“Ung…”

“Looks like that fake did a decent job of serving, huh? Ha…”

Her moist, smooth entrance eagerly enveloped Tevon’s member, almost as if pulling him deeper inside.

“Seo Jiwoo, that’s me. Understand?”

“Yes… ha…”

Now that they were joined, she understood. There was no need to distinguish between real and fake. It was both the ideal Tevon that Jiwoo envisioned and the embodiment of what Tevon aspired to be. In essence, it was still a part of him.

So, in a way, she was accepting one man’s thing, even if there were technically two.

“Hu-uht, ahh, uuht….”

The thickness was burdensome.

With her entrance stretched on both sides, Jiwoo’s body tensed. It felt as though two fires were igniting simultaneously in her lower half.

Having already been driven to climax multiple times, she found herself growing impatient whenever they remained still inside her.

“Faster… faster…”

When Jiwoo began to rock her hips to urge them on, the two members moved without hesitation.

“Haa. Ku-uht, uh, haa…”

“Uuht, hu…”

Two sets of heavy breaths filled the space. While their voices were identical, the intensity of their panting differed. Strangely, the real Tevon, who had been less focused on serving earlier, seemed more out of breath. His excitement appeared to be greater.

“Ah, ung, good, stop, no, not there, ahhh…”

As Jiwoo got used to the stimulation and demanded even more intense pleasure, the two members began alternating their thrusts inside her.

When one pulled out just enough for its tip to rest at her entrance, the other plunged deep inside, filling her completely. Though they were two, they were no different than one, and it led Jiwoo to endless pleasure.

At some point, their rhythm began to falter slightly, a sign that Tevon was losing control. As the thrusts became rougher, Jiwoo let out broken cries with each thrust.