Eat The World Tree

The Sage’s relationships with humans always ended badly.

Due to obligations taking precedence over friendship, the Sage had to betray her friend long ago.

The image of a cunning person and the position of the Sage.

People who tried to get close to her always concealed dark desires.

Even if good relationships formed, the difference in their lifespans was significant.

No matter how close they were, bonds were bound to crumble over time.

The difference in lifespan was considerable, and today, no one remained by the Sage’s side.

Despite having transcended ages. She was lonely.

The title ‘Avatar of Reason’ felt like a mockery.

The Sage always used alcohol to cope with these emotions.

Sitting alone in Eden, she would sip from her glass somberly, reminiscing about old times.

-You must never become a Sage.

Was the problem that she didn’t even listen to her mother’s warning?

-Why, Mother?

She was too weak.

She was too affectionate.

She was sensitive to loneliness and timid.

She let her emotions lead over her reason.

Even if she learned magic, she would become the weakest magician among all Sages.

Although her mind was bright, she’d use that wisdom elsewhere.

The Sage remembered her mother’s words.

However, when her mother passed away, and Sephirot proposed it to her, she accepted the role of Sage without hesitation.

Though she didn’t say it out loud, she secretly admired her mother, and it wasn’t a difficult decision.

As her mother had said, she was at least smart.

As a Sage, she had managed Eden smoothly until today.

Yet, the accumulating emotions were beyond her control.

She was lonely.

Without Sephirot, she might have gone mad from the longing for human conversation.

When three people came to Eden, she felt a brief moment of joy.

Maronnie and Sansuyu didn’t treat her with the same caution as others.

One could not trust a Sage. They could deceive you with their eyes open.

Others approached her with this mindset.

How long had it been since she last received pure kindness from anyone?

Yet, conversely, she could only feel resentment towards Lee Shiheon for being cautious of her.

It was a natural reaction given his status, which she understood and empathized with.

But now, with alcohol in her system, those feelings grew even stronger.

“…I actually didn’t want to do that to you.”

Her actions would inevitably appear to Lee Shiheon as if she were defending Flower.

“But it was something I had to do.”

There was a necessity.

The Sage, despite somewhat understanding Lee Shiheon’s thoughts, had to keep an eye on him.

However, this series of events didn’t align well with the Sage’s nature.

In fact, there was no need to voice such words.

Why would she say such things to Lee Shiheon, whom she was supposed to monitor?

It was because she was drunk that she voiced her inner guilt and loneliness.

Lee Shiheon listened quietly before responding.

“I know.”

Perhaps he didn’t even understand the meaning behind what she said.

Lee Shiheon was on the verge of falling asleep.

He unconditionally agreed, like listening to a friend’s grumbling at a drinking session.

But for now, that alone lessened her loneliness a bit.

The Sage was timid, unlike what others might think.

Nodding slowly, Lee Shiheon closed his eyes.

Sleepiness overwhelmed him.

Being as drunk as he was, his head drooped forward on the plush chair.

The physical distance had closed while drinking, thanks to the Sage subtly moving her chair closer.

Both fell asleep almost simultaneously.

White hair fell on his shoulder.

Perhaps because of the slight weight, Lee Shiheon’s body, with his eyes closed in a daze, tilted and fell beside the chair.

The Sage, who had her head resting on his shoulder, naturally fell to the floor with him.

-Thump!

Falling onto Lee Shiheon, who had fallen first from the chair, the Sage awoke.

A bit startled, she slowly lifted her eyes, dispelling some of the sleepiness.

‘Why… am I lying down?’

Black eyes, open in confusion, filled her vision.

‘Oh?’

His face looked as if he was lost in a dream. He opened and closed his slightly furrowed eyes.

The sense of reality had faded with the alcohol.

Was he thinking it was a dream?

The Sage had forgotten that Lee Shiheon’s true nature was that of the Tree Spirit King.

-Clench.

Lee Shiheon’s arm, which the Sage was squashing, tightened, and then he pulled her towards him with force.

“!?”

Lying on the floor, she was pulled into his embrace. The Sage, now slightly sober, opened her eyes wide.

-Grab!

“…Shiheon-”

Before she could notice, his hand swiftly pulled her into his embrace.

Her soft body overlapped with his like a pillow. His hands rested on her shoulder and waist.

He still held her tightly, almost painfully.

Her ample chest pressed against his, like pounded rice cakes.

The bridge of his nose delving into her cleavage.

Embarrassingly, she caught the scent of the sweat gathered there.

The Sage tried to push Lee Shiheon away.

But without magic, all she could do was weakly tap his muscular body.

“Wait a moment, Mr. Shiheon. Please wake up.”

Naturally, the action continued.

The fingers that held her pulled at the bra strap that had risen to her shoulder.

Snapping back into place, the strap tightly fit against her skin.

“Ahh”

Startled, the Sage gasped.

A damp, soft sensation spread within her cleavage.

He gently licked and sucked at the exposed upper part of her chest.

His other hand slowly caressed her waist, moving from the waist to the hip bone, then to her buttocks.

Feeling the warm touch through her clothes, the Sage squeezed her eyes shut.

A sensation she had never felt before.

Since there was no one she would allow to touch her body to begin with.

She only knew about it in theory and had only a vague idea of what it might feel like.

“…Ah, wait… Mr. Shiheon, even if you do this to me. I’m different from those people.”

She knew about Lee Shiheon’s relationships with women.

But this kind of drunken behavior was not in her memory.

Bewilderment, a slight excitement, and the warmth of human presence filling her body due to the alcohol.

The Sage, held in his embrace, could do nothing but roll her eyes.

What should she do?

Her thoughts weren’t connecting.

Even when she tried to think of a solution, the thick fog in her mind made her forget it instantly.

“…Pfft.”

Lee Shiheon, pulling his face away from her cleavage, looked at the Sage’s face.

Still drunk, his face showed no recognition of who he was dealing with.

Every time he drank, there was always a lover by his side.

Jin Dallae, Lee Seyeong, Byeol, and Hwangdo.

Should it be called muscle memory?

Gradually, his head approached hers.

As his hot breath brushed her face, the Sage’s face flushed crimson.

“…Uh, um, wait. Mr. Shiheon.”

She tried to push him away by grabbing his cheeks, but there was a difference in strength.

She leaned her head back, but his lips finally met hers in a swift move.

“Mmph-”

Not opening her lips, just lightly.

The rough surface of his lips brushed past her sensitive ones, making her senses gradually sharpen.

The scent of alcohol became noticeable.

The scent of a man, a scent she had never experienced this close before.

Not the barbaric, frowning-inducing smell of men she felt when visiting the training camp.

But the rich scent that could enchant a woman during intimacy.

His hand tightened around her back, the other gently stroking her hair.

Drops of sweat fell onto the red carpet. Eyes tightly shut, the Sage gradually relaxed her arms, filled with the warmth enveloping her.

His tongue tapped at her lips.

Licking her upper lip, his excited breath was released.

An intimacy that could never be satisfied through conversations with others.

For a moment, her loneliness began to slightly swell in her heart.

It was strange.

‘This shouldn’t be happening.’

If she knew what Lee Shiheon was, she should absolutely not allow this situation.

‘Stop…’

The Sage opened her mouth.

A moist tongue slipped between her lips.

-Smack.

With a brief, vulgar sound, he took the saliva that had pooled in her mouth.

Along with it, his own sticky saliva entered hers.

Swallowing hard at the new sensation, she instinctively tried to push him away late, but Lee Shiheon only played with her small, cute tongue as she retreated.

“…Hah, ah… smack.”

Slowly discovering pleasure.

Her mind, now in disarray, couldn’t regain reason.

Now, with a desire to be engulfed in this warmth, the Sage closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his lips.

The roughness now felt somewhat soft.

The pressure on her chest didn’t feel like restraint but rather like it was loosening her.

Something no other human could even imagine.

Taking the Sage’s body.

His tongue now moved with an expertise, persistently sticking and extending.

Her heart was pounding.

As if a can of soda had burst, they exchanged rough breaths, rubbing their cheeks together.

“P-hew… Haah. Haah, haah…”

There was no resistance.

The Sage’s hands touched Lee Shiheon’s face.

“…This shouldn’t be happening.”

-Squeeze.

The embrace continued for a long time.

Physically, it felt like her chest might burst.

Yet, what escaped from her mouth was not a sound of pain but a breath full of longing.

“…Ah. Aah…ah.”

He gently caressed the lower part of her buttocks, and when she opened her mouth in response to the chest’s pain, his tongue entered again.

Her whole body was as white and soft as silk.

Her breasts rippled with each touch of his hand.

Having been entwined with his tongue for a while, the Sage, conserving her moans, lowered her eyes.

Her back was starting to ache.

“…Bed.”

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The two, leaving Sephirot asleep in the central playroom, entered the room.

The first thing the Sage did after dragging the staggering Lee Shiheon inside was to kiss him.

The scene first captured by the sparkling crystal ball.

She embraced Lee Shiheon almost as if to subdue him, and wrapped her tongue around his.

No conversation ensued. Even speaking a single word was painful due to the alcohol.

-Smack, smack.

Lifting the skirt of her dress revealed cute teddy bear patterned underwear.

Touching the area that was still dry, it quickly began to moisten.

Her lower abdomen throbbed as if there were two hearts, tickled, and the body-shaping devices were discarded, broken from being roughly pulled down.

“…Hah, mmph.”

Moaning, they intertwined their tongues.

The hook of her pure white bra was torn by force, and it was left dangling awkwardly on the bed.

But even that fell under the bed when her thighs opened, pushing the bra down.

The Sage, looking at Lee Shiheon with slightly teary eyes through her saliva-wet lips, revealed her ample breasts that were incomparable in size under their passionate embrace.

As he squeezed them, flesh bulged between his fingers.

The nipples were a light, unripe pink.

Yet, due to her very pale skin, they seemed sufficiently ripe and sensuous.

On the bed, they played with each other freely.

Or rather, it was almost one-sided.

The Sage found it hard to even accept the stimulation given by a man, and all she could do was emit faint moans and tremble.

Without penetrating, he gently stroked the crevice of her concealed part through her panties, causing the Sage to urgently grab Lee Shiheon’s hand.

It was a belated realization.

“Haah… Haah.”

But her face was already defiled to the utmost.

Lee Shiheon undid his pants and revealed his erection.

His large, veined member poked at her navel.

Her mouth felt parched.

Lee Shiheon softly grasped the Sage’s hair.