Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: The Twin Witches (7)
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After saying it, he wondered where such courage had come from.
He'd never really thought about how he'd lived his life dictated by lust until now.
But something felt different this time.
He wasn't sure if it was the backlash of all the pent-up resentment manifesting as lust, or if he'd just reached a point of utter desperation after giving up on everything.
"Like this?"
The position Siwoo suggested was nothing special.
Odette down below, taking his cock in her mouth, while Odile jerked him off by hand.
It was a setup that made full use of the apprentice witch sisters.
"Yes. If you take this position, Lady Odette can feel the pulsing of the balls as the semen flows up the urethra, and Lady Odile can get a sense of the shaft's texture."
"Oho, that sounds plausible. You're a smart assistant, aren't you?"
"You're too kind."
In a way, it was a rotten thing to do.
He felt a twinge of conscience at the thought of deceiving the sisters, who were so ignorant about sex.
But then again, what the fuck? I didn't start this—they did. They begged for it first, he thought.
"Ready, Odette?"
"Mmph!"
Odette nodded eagerly, clutching a towel like a dangling dog as she gripped Siwoo's balls with her lips.
"I'll teach you a technique to make a man cum easily—one not covered in the manual."
"There's something like that? Well, you are a man too, Assistant."
"First, Lady Odette, kiss the balls slowly, like you did before."
"Got it! Mmm..."
A shiver of pleasure ran up his spine.
But more than that, the sight of Odette's face looking up from below was downright unfair.
Her face half-obscured by his dick as she lapped greedily at his balls.
And her sister right beside her, learning how to please a man—it stirred a wicked sense of taboo.
"First, shape your hand like this."
"Like this?"
Odile made a circle with her thumb and index finger, like an OK sign.
"That won't work—your hands are small, Lady Odile. Use your thumb and middle finger for the ring."
"Okay."
Odile followed Siwoo's instructions with a serious expression.
Her dainty little hand formed a perfect circle, ready to stimulate his cock at any moment.
"Next, use saliva as lubricant."
"Saliva?"
"Yes. It's much smoother than using a dry hand."
"But won't that get spit all over my hand?"
Siwoo looked Odile in the eye and declared confidently.
"A woman's saliva is the best lubricant—it's common knowledge."
"W-what? Fine, whatever. Why are you getting so serious?"
Any guilt Siwoo might have felt about tricking the naive apprentice witches was long gone.
Odile spat a thick glob of saliva into her palm.
Even the act of spitting was elegant—proof of the beauty bestowed by witch bloodlines.
"Now slide the ring onto the shaft and start stroking slowly back and forth."
"Got it—I saw Professor Amelia demonstrate. Like this?"
Siwoo's already throbbing cock slipped between Odile's pale fingers.
"Whoa, it's so hard and hot."
"Thank you."
"Huh? When did I compliment you?"
Her hand, with its faint blue veins visible on the back, began moving up and down.
Odile's eyebrows furrowed cutely.
From watching her in class, Siwoo knew she had a habit of knitting her brows when she focused.
*Squish squish squish*
Sister on his balls.
Sister on his dick.
Not quite a full sister rice bowl, but definitely sister mini-don.
Odile's palm felt unusually warm—maybe witches ran hotter than normal.
With her saliva added, it was like soaking his lower half in a tub full of pleasure.
Then Odette, who had been slurping away at his balls, suddenly looked up.
She must have found her sister bobbing away amusing.
"Slurp... Sis! I wanna try too!"
"No, you're on mouth duty down below."
"That's not fair!"
"If you didn't like it, you should've said so before we started."
The twins suddenly grabbed his cock with their hands and started fighting over it.
Worried it might snap, Siwoo hurriedly intervened.
"How about we do it this way instead?"
The twins perked up their ears at Siwoo's suddenly persuasive tone.
"Take turns stroking thirty times each and switch positions constantly."
"Too much hassle."
"He's right—that's fair!"
Odile dismissed it since it didn't favor her, while Odette protested the injustice.
After a brief squabble, the twins reached a decision.
"Fine. We'll each make you cum once. I'll go first."
They figured there was no need to limit themselves to just once when it was this fun.
Odile and Odette reformed their formation from before.
With nothing to distract them, they dove fully into their roles.
"How's this? Feel like you're gonna cum a bit?"
"No need to stroke all the way to the base. A man's sensitive spots are mostly around the glans."
"Ah? Is that so?"
They might seem childish and silly, but neither Odile nor Odette were dumb.
No idiot could ever become an apprentice witch.
And these weren't just any witches—they were the count's chosen heirs, likely certified geniuses.
As such, Odile quickly picked up what he'd taught her.
The ecstasy was incomparable to doing it solo.
"There's clear fluid beading at the tip. Is that semen?"
Odile asked, her eyes locking onto the glans as she stroked.
"No, that's Cowper's fluid. It's like a pre-cum cleaner that flushes the urethra before ejaculation."
Siwoo answered with basic knowledge, and Odile nodded as if she'd learned something new.
He'd been thinking it for a while now, but these twins seemed surprisingly easy to manipulate.
Their innocent purity—separate from their intelligence—might prove useful later.
His stray thoughts faded as the urge to cum built up.
Honestly, he'd held out impressively so far.
"Lady Odile."
"What? Does it hurt? Your face looks all scrunched up."
She said that, but she already seemed to know.
After all, she'd seen his ugly O-face plenty of times during ejaculation.
But striking up conversation now wasn't just to announce it.
This was a test to see how far he could push Odile's boundaries.
"You've watched me cum plenty of times already, right?"
"Yeah."
"So how about something a little different this time?"
"Like what?"
He took a breath to hide his tension.
"Try taking the semen in your mouth."
The hand stroking from above and the tongue teasing from below faltered.
She was probably wondering why he'd suggest that.
"Semen's mostly protein, so it's not harmful. Tasting and smelling it is just part of observation, right?"
"As wise as ever, Lady Odile."
"But you said putting a man's thing in your mouth could spread germs!"
Odette's nose tip was slick with saliva from crawling under his legs to lick his balls.
Siwoo had an answer ready for that.
"The Cowper's fluid already sterilized it on the way out, so no problem."
He had no idea if it actually had sterilizing properties, but curiosity would override that for the twins anyway.
"Not a bad idea. Okay. How do I do it?"
"Keep stroking with your hand and take the glans in your mouth."
"Got it. Ngh... it's kinda salty."
"Don't worry—it's just Cowper's fluid."
Finally, Siwoo's twitching cock, tormented in Odile's hand, slipped into her small mouth.
It was hot, just like when she'd savored his balls earlier.
Her tongue wriggled against it as she spoke.
"Like thith?"
"Exactly. Now move your tongue very slowly in that position."
Odile obediently kept the glans in her mouth while her hand worked busily.
Her tongue circled the round head like she was melting candy.
Witch City, Gehenna.
Getting captured was the best thing that could've happened.
The thought flashed briefly.
He was already on the edge, so sadly, he couldn't savor Odile's warm, wet mouth for long.
"Just stay like that."
Siwoo's cock throbbed.
A massive wave of pleasure surged from deep in his gut, followed by thick ropes of semen blasting into Odile's mouth.
*Spurt spurt spurt*
"Mmph...?!"
Had she not expected such force?
Her eyes widened in surprise as the intermittent jets battered her throat.
Her hand froze.
"Haa..."
A sigh escaped him.
She wasn't even sucking or bobbing her head.
It was just the sensation of her tongue during ejaculation, but it felt better than any orgasm before.
Siwoo shuddered, firing the last drop into her mouth.
Odile's cheeks bulged, lips pursed tight with semen filling her mouth.
A single drop escaped, dangling from the corner of her lips.
She grimaced and pulled out a handkerchief, spitting the load onto it.
"What the hell was that?"
Anger flickered in Odile's eyes.
She'd never imagined it would taste like this.
Expecting something sweet like syrup from its white, sticky look.
This was far from it.
"How is it, Sis? What does it taste like?"
Odette, who had observed his balls contracting and relaxing, eagerly asked her sister— the first to taste semen.
But Odile was still pissed.
"If I'd known it'd taste this bad, I never would've done it!"
Siwoo didn't flinch, calmly persuading her.
"I only suggested it to give you the best observation conditions possible. Besides, as a man, I couldn't have tasted my own semen firsthand."
"Well, that's true..."
Thankfully, Odile wasn't the petty type to rage irrationally just because she was grossed out.
"Ptoo! Still, I never want that in my mouth again."
Unaware of the semen still clinging to her lips, she put her hands on her hips and fumed.
"Me too! I wanna try!"
Odette scurried up and engulfed the glans, still coated in thick white semen.
The hypersensitive post-orgasm tip twitched in her mouth, squeezing out the remnants from his urethra.
"Urgh..."
Odette's face scrunched up just like her sister's.
No experience tasting it, but it surely wasn't pleasant.
"Now it's your turn, Lady Odette."
"Huh? Nah... I'm good."
Having already sampled it indirectly, Odette's reaction was lukewarm.
"That's a shame. I thought it was only fair for both of you to experience it equally—not just Lady Odile expanding her horizons."
Odette caught on to something in Siwoo's fluent words.
Sis knows, but I don't?
Felt like losing.
"Assistant Siwoo, I'll do it. It's gross, but I'm curious."
"You'll regret it, Odette. Stop."
"No way! You always hog the fun stuff!"
Siwoo had subtly prodded Odette's tendency to compete with and mimic her sister.
Two years of observation made handling their childish sides a piece of cake.
"F-fine, if you insist."
Odile shrugged like she wasn't going to stop her, then took Siwoo's ball sack—still wet from her sister's sucking—into her mouth.
A moment later.
"Ughhh! So gross!"
Siwoo gave Odette her fair share in her mouth too.
With Odette stomping her feet in disgust, today's sex ed lesson came to an end.