Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: A Walk is Pure Romance
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Her hot breath hit my most sensitive skin first.
Just that warmth alone sent goosebumps racing across my entire body.
Soon, her full red lips parted slightly, and a slick tongue flicked out like a serpent.
That tongue began its assault from the lowest hanging part of me, my balls.
Yura's tongue was soft.
No, it had to be soft.
But the tongue of the girl turned "cat" was different from usual.
In my imagination—or in this intensely real moment—the kitten's tongue seemed covered in countless tiny barbs.
That stimulating roughness licked and enveloped my limp sack, sucking it gently, sending electric thrills rippling from my waist to my toes with every pass.
A texture like a cat's tongue, dotted with the tiniest protrusions.
And finally...
The real feast began.
Yura's barbed tongue traced up my shaft from the base without a single deviation.
It wasn't just licking.
Her whole tongue wrapped around my shaft, squeezing it, savoring every inch.
Trails of saliva sparkled like silver threads under the moonlight.
Every spot her tongue passed burned like fire.
At last, the tip reached the head, barely shrouded by foreskin.
From there, it was pure art.
This cock-sucking pro slut circled the head teasingly, tormenting me, before jabbing her pointed tongue tip right into the tender flesh inside the foreskin.
"Hoo...!"
My hips bucked upward involuntarily. All the blood in my body surged madly to that one spot.
I stroked her black hair without thinking. An instinctive resistance to keep from losing my mind to the pleasure. I gripped her dark locks tight.
My touch tilted Nyan-nyang's head back slightly, her gaze locking onto mine.
Those familiar black pupils, once drifting toward rebellion, reignited with fiery life. The sultry gleam unique to a bitch who thrives on the edge of pain and pleasure. A true slut who craves it rough.
Those eyes screamed, "More, give me more."
That's my slut.
I answered her plea by twisting the black hair in my fist tighter.
A satisfied moan of "Hng...!" leaked from between Nyan-nyang's lips.
Those pleased eyes slowly drifted back down.
The flushed tip of my head, split by a short slit, now glistened with a crystal droplet of precum like morning dew.
That tiny bead sparkled diamond-bright in the moonlight.
Chuu-♡
Nyan-nyang's plump red lips smashed straight into that jewel.
A soft, plush sensation—different from her tongue's tease—rang straight to my brain.
Chuu-♡
Her wet lips collided with my head again, smearing it. The lewd smack echoed through the night air once more.
Nyan-nyang gazed contentedly at the head now slathered in her lips, saliva, and my fluids.
Then she looked up at me, one corner of her mouth curling into a smirk.
Fuck.
My mind went hazy.
I muttered a low curse at that teasing smile.
"Fuckin' slut, you light up like this... Feels good, huh?"
Instead of words, Yura answered by arching her neck even more seductively.
"Nyan-nyang~♥"
Why does she always grumble beforehand but love it so much once we start?
Well, that's part of what makes her so damn hot...
I gathered my scattered thoughts and yanked her hair back toward my cock.
Nyan-nyang's lips parted wide as if it were the most natural thing.
Her soaked tongue waited to welcome me.
The instant everything was sucked into that hot, wet cave...
Right as peak pleasure shot up my spine to my brain...
"Oh? Isn't that Cheolsu?"
Into our soundproof world...
A languid, soft woman's voice pierced like a dagger.
The world stopped.
Blood turned to ice in my veins.
My brain froze, heart plummeting.
Yura's warm mouth felt like a cold guillotine, the night air like Siberia's frozen tundra slicing my skin.
I couldn't even breathe.
I just froze, clutching Yura's hair.
My iced-over gaze barely rolled sideways.
There stood Yoon Chaewon.
She wasn't kneeling like Yura or rooted like me.
Just standing there, trembling.
The vibrant irezumi covering her back twitched like a terrified beast.
She was covering herself.
Other women would've instinctively shielded their tits or pussy.
But Chaewon left her chest and crotch bare, hands clamped over her face instead.
Not a single gap between her fingers—her face completely hidden.
The reason was obvious.
Yoon Chaewon was a mom before she was a whore.
Having her naked body seen was nothing...
Compared to her identity being exposed to the world.
That was a million times more horrifying.
The reckless lust-driven fuckup I'd made...
What the hell had I done?
Regret crashed over me like a tsunami.
Like a broken tin robot, my neck creaked toward the voice.
Please, not a neighborhood guard.
Please.
And where my gaze finally landed...
Ah...
Fuck.
Thank God.
Someone I know.
A fellow perv, no less.
The black leather mask, facing the moonlight head-on, gleamed coldly.
Under that full-face cover, she stood boldly exposing her pussy.
Even in her hand dangled a leather leash just like mine.
And at its end, a mature woman in a pig-nose mask crawled on all fours, oinking pitifully.
Teacher...
Out for a walk tonight too, huh...
A few days ago, I'd run into my "mentor" while cooling my head with a nighttime stroll.
The woman who'd introduced me to that custom shop for the special tails plugged into Yura and Chaewon's asses.
Her astonishing yet reassuring sight let me finally exhale the breath I'd held.
A sigh of relief escaped me.
Only then did I realize I still gripped Yura's hair tight.
I yanked my hand away in panic; Yura staggered to her feet.
I awkwardly shuffled Yura and Chaewon behind me, forcing a natural tone.
"Oh man, Teacher... Out for a walk tonight too?"
As I spoke, a lazy chuckle came from behind the leather mask.
"Pfft, Teacher? Just call me sis, like I said. Anyway, out walking too, Cheolsu?"
She rattled the leash in her hand demonstratively; the pig-masked woman let out a "Kruuung" like a squealing hog.
Amazed by her perfect control, I replied.
"Yeah, your advice last time inspired me big time, so I figured I'd give it a shot."
"Hehe, nice. Got two pets, huh? More capable than I thought~"
"Teacher" nodded toward Yura and Chaewon peeking from behind me.
Her masked gaze felt like appraising merchandise, but it didn't bother me.
If anything, it felt like validation from a pro.
I scratched my head with an awkward grin.
"Heh heh, it's nothing."
Her gaze through the mask shifted past me to the two women glued to my back.
"Heh, really? Your pets seem super shy."
The moment she called them "pets," I felt Yura and Chaewon's shoulders stiffen behind me.
"Yeah, well... My charisma hasn't hit your level yet, Teacher... So they're embarrassed."
I flashed a humble smile.
She seemed to like my vibe.
"Hehe, it'll grow with practice. Take it slow... They're too shy for greetings tonight anyway."
She paused, tilting her head toward my back.
Her eyes behind the mask clearly fixed on Yura and Chaewon.
"See you later, Kitty. Puppy?"
That soft, memorable voice made both women shudder again.
Their identities fully defined by this third party in this bizarre world.
With that gentle farewell, "Teacher" chuckled lightly and turned away.
She walked off as if nothing happened, utterly natural.
I stared, entranced, at her perfect retreating figure.
My spiritual mentor had a body impossible for her forties.
Not Yura's sharp youth or Chaewon's soft curves—a different breed of "perfected" physique.
Not just slim; subtle back muscles rippled elegantly with each step and arm swing.
Below her cinched waist, innate hips topped by exercise-sculpted, elastic glutes.
Those round cheeks swayed with restrained heft, confident enough to steal every glance—never overdone.
That was art forged from money, time, and ruthless self-discipline.
Her overwhelming charisma probably stemmed from that body.
My eyes naturally followed to the "pig" crawling after her.
The pig woman's massive, luscious ass looked even bigger in her all-fours crawl, adorned with a ridiculous pink silicone pig tail like from a piggy bank.
And right below that tail, deep in her ass crack...
A pitch-black, "womb-destroying" fucking massive dildo was buried to the hilt.
A low "whirrr-whine—" like a straining motor tore through the quiet night into my ears.
The vibrations made her huge ass quiver like jelly in tiny spasms.
As if the dildo breathed life inside that thick flesh.
But what really caught my eye wasn't that grotesque monster.
The thick knee pads strapped to Piggy's knees, as if obvious.
Ah...
I let out an involuntary gasp.
Yura's words from earlier flashed through my mind.
"Our knees are gonna get wrecked, right?"
Kya...
As expected...
True masters are prepared from the start.
Respect!!
With genuine admiration, I reverently watched my mentor and her pet fade into the distance.