Chapter 130
Chapter 130
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 130
Chapter Title: Comfort (6)
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Siwoo felt a dangerously intense excitement surging through him.
The vague sorrow that had been pressing down on his chest had fully morphed into raw, primal lust.
He needed somewhere to release it.
Pale pink fleshy folds.
He rubbed his glans against the impeccably neat wrinkles, ones so pristine it was impossible to believe they were part of an excretory organ.
As the hot shaft pressed against her sensitive rear entrance, Odile let out a sharp hic and gulped down her breath.
Meanwhile, her face was utterly drenched in semen.
It looked just like one of those Japanese AV titles—'Faces Drenched in White ~ Bukkake Special'—but with not just one person, but seven or eight unloading all over her features.
W-wait, Assistant... Could we wipe this off first?
No, I want you just like this right now.
I-If that's what you want, Assistant, I guess I have no choice...
Odile's awkward plea, her face twisted in discomfort from the sticky fluid, and even the faint pangs of guilt Siwoo felt for covering her in cum—all of it faded into the background.
He didn't want to grant her request.
He'd always thought his tastes were fairly normal, but right now, he craved her exactly like this.
Hah...!
Siwoo spread Odile's thighs wider, adjusting the angle to her asshole.
Her pussy, now facing the ceiling, glistened with arousal under the dim light, soaked enough to be obvious even in the shadows.
With every twitch of her vaginal opening—whether from shame or bewilderment—a fully sprouted bud quivered up and down inside.
With only Odile's saliva as lubricant, the insertion felt a bit rough.
Even with just the tip barely penetrating, her face contorted in pain.
W-wait, Assistant... It's been so long... Is that why...? It hurts... so much...
Her half-spirit body was tough enough to handle anal without breaking, but Siwoo's cock was simply too massive compared to her rear passage.
Her asshole was so tight and gripping that it had to stretch wide just to accommodate him.
Could you bear with it just a little longer?
Normally, he would have stopped right there.
He'd have given her a moment out of consideration, patiently loosening her muscles bit by bit.
But the unnaturally swollen desire surging through him left no room for such patience.
Even her pained expression felt like a temptation.
Ugh...! Hah...! Ah!
Odile reflexively reached out, clutching Siwoo's arm tightly.
Her fingers trembled around his wrist, but she didn't push him away or try to stop him.
She just panted like a wounded animal, doing her best to relax her rear entrance.
Her asshole began to gape and writhe, and his cock slowly pushed inside.
It was the tightest he'd ever felt—gripping him harder than anything before.
It was like several layers of rubber bands wrapped snugly around his shaft.
Grk...!
With the help of Odile's saliva and the pussy juices trickling down, Siwoo barely managed to push the glans in fully before pausing to check her reaction.
Even right after cumming, his cock showed no sign of softening.
Odile's body shuddered violently, as if impaled on a skewer, while she desperately caught her breath.
Assistant... You're a bit rough today... You must be really worked up.
She was still wincing at the corners of her eyes, but she managed a faint smile for him.
Was she trying not to ruin the mood, or was it actually bearable? Siwoo couldn't tell.
Only then did clarity snap back into his mind.
Everything he'd done so far had ignored her condition entirely—it was practically forced.
S-Sorry.
As Siwoo hurriedly tried to pull out, Odile's legs whipped around his waist, locking him in place.
She shook her head side to side.
No! Y-You've finally... put it in... It's okay, Assistant. I like it like this. You've done so much for us... I want to repay you like this.
Yet her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Odile believed she owed Siwoo an enormous debt.
She'd watched him stand against Ea Sadalmelik, vomiting blood to protect the twins.
And even knowing death awaited, he'd evacuated the twins before himself.
That wasn't all.
What horrific price had he paid for it?
She'd seen his fingers shattered cruelly, his eye sockets brutally gouged and left empty.
All of it.
Meanwhile, what could a fallen Odile do for him? Nothing.
At best, she'd held his hand, not knowing when he'd wake, and chattered away.
So if he liked this, she'd do anything.
No matter how painful, if it was for Siwoo, it was fine. She truly believed that.
No, Assistant... Move however you want. It's okay.
No. I think I've gotten too excited.
Assistant.
Siwoo tried to pull back.
Odile squeezed her legs tighter, refusing to let him escape, surrendering her body completely to him.
If you call for me, Assistant... I'll come running to you anytime.
Was her heart pounding from the shame of being naked before him?
Or because she truly felt love for him?
If you want to devour me, Assistant... I'll gladly be dessert on your plate.
How much of her debt could she repay like this?
No, not even the interest.
The debt she owed him was that heavy.
So Odile mimicked the lovesick witches from erotic novels, whispering words she thought a man would love.
If you want to be my master, Assistant... I'll be your loyal pet...
Odile...
She gazed up at him with shining eyes and a smile.
Ah, so that's it.
She finally understood a little.
Those cheesy, cringeworthy lines actually carried this thrilling resonance.
B-But... could you go a little gentle when you move?
Odile loosened her legs and spread them wide.
As if granting him everything.
As if offering it all to him.
Under Odile's intoxicating temptation that scrambled his reason, Siwoo began to thrust his hips.
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Ah... haa... ahn... ugh... ngh...
The wet slap-slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room.
Siwoo's thighs colliding with Odile's plump ass.
Her seduction had severed the last thread of his restraint.
Without a shred of care, he ravaged her asshole wildly.
Hahk... ah... ha... A-Assistant...!
Odile's perfect-gripping shithole was a demonic temptress worthy of the term.
Just like her prickly exterior hiding a soft heart.
The widely gaping entrance swallowed his glans, squeezing from all sides in futile resistance, desperately trying to push him out.
But once he breached that defense, warm, slick, chewy intestinal walls welcomed him.
The harmony of those contrasting sensations worked in unison to milk out his semen.
Odile's face, impaled in anal missionary like a cum-filled fucktoy, had glazed over in ecstasy before long.
Just ten minutes after insertion, she'd overcome the pain and surrendered to sweet pleasure.
And the semen scent she'd once found repulsive now filled her nostrils, clouding her mind with every whiff.
Her pussy began gushing fluids like she was in heat.
Ngh...! Haa... ahn...! Assistant... Am I... Am I tasty? Haan, my ass... my back hole... tasty?
Was that why?
Shameful dirty talk she'd never utter normally spilled out amid her moans.
Her voice dripped with coquettish whines and nasal tones, making Siwoo doubt if it was really Odile.
She wanted to act even spoilt, to be pampered more.
Especially since she could feel his cock twitch excitedly inside her ass every time she said something lewd.
Siwoo had no time to respond, lost in devouring her body.
Even a moment's lapse, and her vicious anal grip would suck a load right out of him.
The insult horny bitch nearly slipped out.
You horny bitch. Ah, sorry.
Haaaaang...
He'd been holding it back in his mind, but it tumbled out unbidden.
Yet Odile didn't recoil or look shocked—instead, her body shivered, and her ass clenched rhythmically around his cock.
I-I'm... a b-bitch...! Haaang... Assistant... Didn't I say...? Hngh...! I'd be your loyal... hik...! Pet...!
It might have been cringy roleplay to an outsider, but the two were already feverish with lust, minds overheated from sex.
Each vulgar word acted like a catalyst, amplifying their desires.
You can say more... even dirtier things... Assistant... nghuuut...
Siwoo pulled out and roughly rolled Odile's body across the blanket.
If she was claiming to be a bitch, there was a position fitting for one.
Odile understood, lifting her ass high like a beast awaiting mating.
Quick, put it in quick...
Siwoo gripped her swaying hips—begging for his cock—and spread his legs in a mounted stance.
This angle was far more comfortable than kneeling.
Ngkuuuut...!!
Odile's waist buckled under the intense downward cock-thrust.
With every stab from Siwoo, her prominent wing-bones quivered visibly.
The anal pleasure raced up her spine, flooding her entire body.
Tzup tzup tzup
Odile.
Ngh, wh-what...? Haa... haang...
Could you bark like a bitch?
A... a bitch? Haa... hut...
Yes.
The arms barely propping her upper body collapsed, lowering her torso into a graceful curve.
From there, she glanced back over her shoulder shyly.
W-Woof... haang... L-Like this...?
Oh...
Odile mimicked a bark quite convincingly.
Her voice was so thin and high it sounded more like a puppy yipping, but...
The fact that she'd do even this without hesitation fueled Siwoo's arousal.
Hut...!
Odile swallowed a moan as Siwoo's cock swelled even larger.
She knew from experience.
A shaft this rigid meant he'd cum soon.
To urge it on, she spewed more lewd lines at his request.
Woof... woof! Assistant, haang... haaa... Cum in my ass... right?
It was awkward, even comical to some, but Odile's charm covered it all and more.
I'm... your bitch, Assistant...? Woof... haaa... C-Can't... moans keep coming... hiiik...
Her ass cheeks clenched like ripe apples.
Feeling the shithole vise-grip threatening to sever his cock, Siwoo slammed in to the hilt.
Kyaahng...!
Odile's sinking upper body jerked upward in orgasmic spasm.
Her intestinal walls began gnawing greedily at his shaft.
Siwoo unleashed the pent-up semen, flooding her depths.
Gloop! Gloop! Gloop!
Ah... haa... ugh... uh...
Even after Siwoo's climax ended, Odile's orgasm raged on.
Thanks to that, he could pump every last drop into her quivering body as she shuddered all over.
Sluuurp plop!
As Siwoo slowly withdrew, her inflamed, reddened asshole came into view.
He'd pounded her roughly—the hole stayed agape, thick cum pooling visibly inside.
Haa... I'm exhausted...
Her heaving asshole finally clenched shut like breathing, expelling only a single strand of white semen.
Gazing at the beautifully restored flower-bud shape, Siwoo marveled anew at the half-spirit's resilience.
He swallowed hard.
Odile.
Whaaat...?
One more time.
What? Wha—haaaang...!
Before Odile could react, Siwoo plunged back inside.
The once-relaxed hole now gripped him with silky softness.
W-Well, no helping it... hut... But... could we rest a bit...?
Odile, you're my bitch tonight, remember?
Th-That's true... buuut... haaa...
Her brief hesitation melted into louder moans as Siwoo overpowered her, finishing his second load deep in her ass.