Epilogue – That Winter (Part 3)

“When I was very young, I used to watch my mom make rolled omelets, and I found it fascinating. Seeing the thin egg layers stack up so thickly felt like magic. Of course, I stopped seeing it at some point.”

Skillfully rolling the omelet, Ria shared a piece of her past that she hadn’t fully told them. Before her family discovered her abilities, her childhood had been filled with many happy memories, much like any other ordinary household.

“When I became an adult and started living on my own, I began cooking for myself and found it surprisingly fun. I started experimenting with different dishes as a hobby. Rolled omelets were the first dish I ever made.”

At first, her attempts were clumsy. The shape was odd, and the layers didn’t thicken as she remembered from her childhood, making her doubt her cooking skills. But over time, she realized that thicker omelets required more eggs and lower heat, lessons she learned through trial and error.

“I can’t describe how proud I felt when I finally succeeded.”

But that pride was often followed by a bittersweet feeling. While others learned to cook directly from their parents, she had to rely on searches and countless mistakes.

Perhaps that was why she tried so many different recipes—to focus on the satisfaction of success rather than the loneliness and sadness.

As her skills improved and her mistakes decreased, she convinced herself that she didn’t need her family’s guidance to accomplish things on her own.

“Now, I’m glad I tried so many things back then.”

Her experiences made it easier to adapt to this place, even without the same equipment.

Smiling, Ria finished the last rolled omelet.

Unlike before, recalling her past no longer brought an ache to her throat. She knew it was thanks to the people standing before her.

The four m*n felt a lump in their throats as they watched Ria, who rarely spoke of her family or past, share her story with a bright, untroubled smile. They couldn’t find the words to respond.

Sensing the somber mood, Ria decided to change the subject. She handed them the prepared sandwiches and lunchboxes and put them to work.

Without complaint, they carefully packed the lunchboxes under her guidance. Their efforts to make everything look pretty with their large hands were so endearing that Ria burst into laughter. Her laughter spread to them, and they smiled along.

Finally, Ria added the grilled sausages with black sesame-like eyes drawn on them to the lunchboxes, completing the adorable picnic meals.

“It’s been a while since I made something like this. It was fun.”

Ria handed each of them a leftover sausage to taste, ate one herself, and untied her hair. Her silky black hair fluttered like butterfly wings as it cascaded freely. The gentle wave carried her sweet, fragrant scent to their noses like a tide.

Their hands twitched involuntarily.

Unaware, Ria cheerfully said, 

“It would be nice to cook together and go on a picnic when we have kids someday…”

“Eek!”

She had unknowingly touched upon their most sensitive topic.

“Why, why are you…”

Before she could finish, Cherta scooped her up with one arm under her legs. Startled, Ria instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her wide, trembling eyes filled with confusion.

“Indeed. Why am I?”

Cherta’s hand slid under her skirt, up her slender leg, and stopped at her thigh. The sudden heat of his palm made Ria gasp in shock and struggle, but as always, it was futile.

She glanced desperately at the other three m*n, hoping for rescue, but it was no use. Like Cherta, they were just as much b*asts as he was.

Knowing all too well what would happen next, Ria hastily exclaimed, 

“But, the picnic!”

“The weather will be nice tomorrow.”

“What… but the food will get cold!”

“Ria.”

However, it was far from enough to stop those who had already been provoked by the mere mention of “kids.”

Ria froze, her eyes widening as Cherta called her name in a now-lowered voice, her breath hitching.

“Choose. Here, or the bedroom.”

Ah. Of course, he thought this place seemed fresh and appealing.

His golden eyes, subdued by the searing heat, stared at her intently, like a predator eyeing its luscious prey. Over the past month, Ria had come to realize there was only one thing she could do in such situations—choose the least outrageous location.

“T-the bedroom…”

Even as she answered with the reluctant resolve of swallowing bitter medicine, Ria couldn’t understand.

What on earth triggered this?!

***

Right. Had she ever understood those moments when they clung to her body? There were countless times when they touched her with eyes burning with heat, even though nothing significant had been said or done to provoke it.

‘…Still, this is too much!’

But contrary to her fierce internal protests, her body couldn’t muster any resistance.

“Ah!”

Her slender neck, rounded shoulders, and full br*asts were already marked with red welts and bite marks left by them. Just now, Cherta added another bite mark on her pale bottom.

Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes as she clenched the bed sheet tightly. Her body flinched under the soft, thick tongue that gently soothed the marked areas.

“Take more.”

The center of her white undergarments had long since been soaked and pushed aside. Cherta used two thick fingers, inserted inside her, to widen her entrance while giving her bottom a light slap that didn’t hurt.

Hic…! Startled by the friction, her inner walls clenched tightly, and another finger slipped in, rubbing against the wrinkled inner walls. Ria buried her face in the pillow, panting at the gliding movements of his hand.

As a large, warm hand touched her lower abdomen and lifted her body higher, the fingers sank even deeper. “Hah, ah!” When he teased the sensitive spot inside her with a pressing motion, a gush of fluids burst forth.

Cherta lowered his gaze to the sight of the sheets soaked with her juices and lazily licked his lower lip. Then, his fingers—now four in total—thrust into her roughly, as if mimicking the act of penetration.

“Ahh, ha…! Mm!”

Eventually, her inner walls tightened around him, and fluids flowed abundantly, trickling down her thighs. Trembling as she gripped the sheets tightly, Ria felt a sense of emptiness as his fingers withdrew. She gasped for breath, her lower region twitching in response to the void.

Her thoughts from just moments ago vanished like dust in the dizzying haze of her mind.

What was I thinking about…?

It was too difficult to retrace her thoughts, and only a single phrase echoed in her head. As her frail body was suddenly lifted, her back pressed against a broad, firm chest, and she was cradled in someone’s embrace.

Something soft brushed against her skin.

Only then did Ria recall what she had been thinking about—it was related to that soft fabric.

“Now that I think about it, of everything I’ve tasted so far, Miss, you are the most delicious.”

Calloused hands cupped her full br*asts, kneading them. As he pressed her br*asts together, the soft fabric rubbed between them.

“The apron suits you well.”

It was only natural—she was wearing nothing but a white silk apron adorned with lace!

“Ugh… Why, just this… Ah!”

When Ria nuzzled her face against his neck and whined, her flushed and hardened peaks were pinched between his fingers.

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Kahin pressed his lips to her forehead while persistently teasing her peaks. He rolled one between his fingers in circular motions, then squeezed it together with her br*ast.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

Rune gently held Ria’s foot and lifted it, licking slowly from the tips of her toes. Though he couldn’t lick between the toes of her stocking-clad foot due to the white garter belt matching her apron, his hot, soft tongue trailed from her toes to the top of her foot, her ankle bone, and then her ankle.

“Hnngh, it feels… strange…!”

Ria trembled, her toes curling. The sensation of his tongue brushing over her thin stockings felt odd. Her belly tingled, and her lower body twitched.

Before she knew it, Rune’s hand had moved past her calf and reached her thigh. His tongue left a deep mark on the inside of her knee and slid up.

He stopped at the belt where her stockings ended.

Easily lifting her leg onto his shoulder, Rune nestled his body between her thighs. Caught off guard, Ria was pulled back and ended up lying on the bed with Kahin at her head. Rune’s black hair spilled messily over Kahin’s legs and the sheets.

Lowering his body further, Rune turned his head and bit into her thigh. As Ria’s floating body tensed, his hand slid under her lower back, soothingly stroking her.

Leaving marks on her thigh, Rune bit the belt he had paused at earlier. He tore at the part connecting her stockings with his teeth, like a b*ast.

The dangling belt looked pitiful. Yet, undeterred, Rune slid his lips downward and buried his face between her legs.

The intoxicating scent that hit his nose sent him into a daze.

His slightly impatient hands removed the now-loosened stocking from one leg, exposing her bare skin. Gripping the inside of her knee, he continued his relentless ass*ult.

Finally, his tongue, which had been obsessively licking her legs, reached her exposed v*lva, visible through her shifted underwear. His tongue was drenched with a mix of his saliva and the fluids she had released.

His deep blue eyes, darkened with intensity, gleamed.