Wine and Poison Chapter 29 - Secret

He took Scylla’s limp arm and pressed his lips to her wrist. Only then did she slowly open her heavy, dazed eyes and look at him.

 

“Ha… no way. What the hell is this…?”

 

Muttering in a hoarse voice, she covered her eyes with her arm. 

 

There are times when a person needs to be alone—and for her, that time was exactly now.

 

With a deep sigh—“Haa”—Scylla blinked in surprise. She moved her arm away and stared ahead.

 

Langsion, who had been spreading her legs, tilted his head when he felt her gaze.

 

“W-what are you doing?”

 

“We have to keep going.”

 

“Keep going with what?”

 

“What we were doing. Oh—did you think it would end after just one round?”

 

Her face, already drenched in fatigue from tensing muscles she rarely used, was now filled with confusion.

 

On the other hand, Langsion raised one eyebrow as if he found her reaction strange.

 

“You’re not seriously thinking of ending it here just because Master felt satisfied once, are you?”

 

“…”

 

“I’m still far from done.”

 

Scylla’s gaze quietly dropped downward. Her labia were subtly parted upward. 

 

Even after ejaculating once, the man’s cock showed no sign of shrinking—its presence was still overwhelmingly clear.

 

Langsion gave a soft, smiling squint and rolled his hips once.

 

“I’ll keep making you feel good.”

 

🫧

 

“Master.”

 

“…”

 

“Master?”

 

Langsion, who had kissed her shoulder, tilted his head. When he gently rocked his waist, frothy love juices bubbled out from the hole that had been plugged for hours.

 

He lifted his head slightly.

 

Scylla’s face was completely out of it—deep in sleep.

 

Around the time he came for the third time, Scylla—who had lost count of how many times she had climaxed—first snapped at him to stop, then moaned, then begged, until at some point her voice simply cut off.

 

She appeared to have fallen asleep… or rather, passed out from exhaustion.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Langsion tilted his head slightly.

 

Maybe he had gone too far with someone for their first time.

 

But for a “first time,” the way her body accepted him had been far too warm, too sweet.

 

Far too sweet to possibly end after just one round.

 

Langsion slowly pulled his penis out.

 

Schlick—

 

Sticky love juices stretched in long strands, and thick white semen—coating the glans, the shaft, everything—dripped down in heavy drops.

 

Langsion took off his top and roughly wiped his cock with it. 

 

His eyes then fell on Scylla’s half-naked legs. He let the soiled garment fall to the floor and stared quietly.

 

Between the slack, elasticity-lost folds of her flesh, her hole twitched and pulsed, repeatedly spitting out white fluid. 

 

The corner of Langsion’s mouth curved ever so slightly upward.

 

“Haa…”

 

The sigh that slipped out unconsciously still carried lingering heat that hadn’t fully cooled.

 

“I have to think about Master’s health too, after all.”

 

Langsion gave a languid smile and pulled his pants up over his cock, which was already beginning to harden again. 

 

Then he took out a clean towel and gently wiped Scylla’s entrance.

 

He was kind enough to slide a finger inside as well, scooping out the pooled semen that remained deeper in. 

 

If Scylla had seen it, she would have undoubtedly gotten angry and told him not to be unnecessarily meticulous.

 

Thinking of her blushing furiously while scolding him made a small, crooked laugh escape his lips.

 

“It’s still leaking out…”

 

He really had made quite a mess.

 

After removing a fair amount of the mixed fluids, he carefully cleaned her with the towel until she was tidy. 

 

Before pulling Scylla’s pants back up, Langsion ran a finger lightly along the now considerably loosened opening.

 

Though it had shrunk a little, the hole that had once been difficult to even fit a single finger into was now slick and relaxed.

 

If he pushed in and stirred right now, it would probably feel incredible.

 

Swallowing the regretful urge, he withdrew his hand.

 

‘Humans are fragile.’

 

Patience meant one step back in order to take two steps forward. If her first experience left her completely sick of it, turning Scylla’s heart would become much harder. 

 

He didn’t want to hear her say something troublesome like “never again.”

 

Thinking of how she had thrashed and drooled while crying out in pleasure, he doubted she would really refuse—but her personality was eccentric enough that one could never be entirely sure.

 

After roughly finishing the cleanup, Langsion lay Scylla down properly on her back, then lay beside her and pulled her sleeping body into his arms.

 

Her skin felt slightly cool. The campfire, piled high with firewood, had dwindled to smaller flames. 

 

Sleeping in a place without a roof really wasn’t a good choice. 

 

Maybe for someone like him it wouldn’t matter—but for an old, frail human like Scylla, it was different. 

 

Even if it couldn’t be helped tonight…

 

What should he do from now on?

 

Langsion naturally pressed a kiss to the corner of Scylla’s mouth as he sank into thought.

 

The cabin was half-destroyed, and Scylla was heartbroken, but from his perspective, the situation wasn’t bad at all.

 

He didn’t agonize over it for long before deciding.

 

“Come with me, Master.”

 

Langsion whispered into her ear. Scylla, fast asleep, only furrowed her brow slightly.

 

He had finally met a human he truly liked after so long—he couldn’t possibly let her go so easily. Having an elderly woman as a lover was a first for him, though.

 

Smiling with his eyes, Langsion slipped an arm beneath the back of her head and pulled her body—exposed to the cold night air—tightly against him as though binding her close. 

 

Then he closed his eyes.

 

A moment later, Langsion’s eyes snapped open. He jerked his head up and stared fixedly at Scylla.

 

A clear trident mark etched between her brows.

 

Deep, crumpled wrinkles covered her entire face.

 

A mouth twisted crookedly, as though shaped by the weariness of life.

 

A slightly hooked tip of the nose.

 

To anyone’s eyes, Scylla was unmistakably an old woman who had endured great hardship.

 

But what his dark eyes now reflected was a completely unfamiliar woman.

 

In the faint light of approaching dawn, the morning air poured over her. 

 

A young woman with skin as clean and white as fresh bread lay cradled in his arms, exhaling small, soft breaths.

 

Langsion froze like stone. His gaze darted quickly.

 

The clothes were the same—Scylla’s worn but neat garments.

 

Yet the person wearing them was utterly different from the Scylla he knew.

 

A beautiful, pure maiden.

 

Even he—who had once stood before Aphrodite, the most beautiful goddess in the world, and merely swirled wine in his glass without blinking—couldn’t help but marvel at the woman before him now.

 

He quietly traced with his gaze her flawless, unwrinkled cheeks, hair as black as ebony, and thick, neatly arched eyebrows. 

 

The slightly upturned corners of her eyes somehow resembled Scylla’s.

 

“Master?”

 

Langsion called her softly.

 

“Mmm…”

 

Scylla let out a sleepy sound in response and shifted her body. 

 

Reflexively, he tightened his hold on her. Between the towering mountain peaks, the sun began to rise.

 

The sun that Apollo drove forward pushed back the darkness, spilling light across the dim world.

 

When the sun broke free of the clouds and illuminated the courtyard, it was as though a spell had shattered—Scylla’s face crumpled back into deep wrinkles in an instant. 

 

Her hair turned stark white in the blink of an eye, and the vibrant, petal-like youthfulness of her face twisted and collapsed. 

 

It looked as if someone filled with malice had brutally crushed a carefully sculpted doll. 

 

Langsion let out a sigh tinged with pity.

 

Soon after, she opened her eyes.

 

The same strong, beautiful golden irises as always stared straight at him, locking onto Langsion. Then light flooded into Scylla’s eyes. 

 

In sudden panic, she shoved him away.

 

“If you’re thinking of doing it again—don’t even dream of it! I’ll kill you!”

 

Langsion’s expression shifted strangely. His eyes lit up the way an Athenian scholar’s might upon grasping a fundamental truth.

 

Ah…

 

Aha!

 

He covered his mouth and laughed. Scylla, who had been clenching her fists, eyed him suspiciously.

 

“What’s so funny?”

 

“Nothing. It’s nothing, Master.”

 

Still smiling gently, Langsion looked at his wary Master with soft eyes. Her childlike behavior didn’t match her apparent age.

 

Those vigorous, amber-bright eyes full of vitality.

 

Her near-total ignorance about everything except handling medicinal herbs and poisons.

 

All the things that had never quite added up before now fell perfectly into place.

 

So that was it.

 

That was how it was.