Chapter 273
Chapter 273
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 273
Chapter Title: Master and Disciple (3)
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Sudden temptation from Eloa.
She clung to Siu, pressing her head close so he could deeply inhale her scent.
When she had watched Siu copulate with Periwinkle under the Guardian's contract.
Periwinkle's method to repeatedly seduce Siu, who tried to hold back, had been just one thing.
She would bring the crown of her head near his nose, letting him breathe in that fragrance.
Even Siu, who had been trying to stop, would succumb to carnal desire and entwine with Periwinkle once more.
Eloa didn't know the principle or reason behind it, but the scene she had witnessed repeated so many times led her to derive a single formula.
Siu couldn't hold back and would pounce if he caught her scent.
In truth, this situation must be awkward for Siu as well.
No matter if it was to save people, he was now about to entwine with Eloa, whom he called "Master."
At the very least, the Siu that Eloa knew was fundamentally diligent and kind-hearted.
If she convinced him that this was the only sure way to end the Cowardly Witch right now, he would have agreed.
However, in that case, the responsibility for this taboo act would be shared between them both.
Since it would happen through persuasion and consent.
Thus, Eloa chose to act unilaterally.
She would make Siu lose his self-control entirely, driving him to ravage her.
Without seeking any permission, without any persuasion.
If blame arose from today's events, the arrows would point to Eloa herself, not Siu.
That was her firm resolve.
But...
"Uh..."
Eloa swallowed hard.
Siu stared at her with wide, surprised eyes, as if confused and utterly caught off guard.
Because iridescent light began swirling around his pupils.
"Master, are you really okay with this?"
Eloa nodded silently, yet she gazed at him with unease.
This was not the gentle or affectionate look he always gave her.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Captured by a desire hotter than a blast furnace.
The eyes of a male beholding a female.
In truth, she had anticipated this to some degree.
The image of Siu relentlessly tormenting Periwinkle was still vividly etched in Eloa's mind.
But she would endure it.
No matter how rough the act, it wouldn't be Siu's fault—it would be the consequence of her own selfishness.
Yet Eloa, unsure of what to do, could only huddle her small frame and stand hesitantly before him.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Meanwhile, Siu—who had deeply inhaled the scent of a Rank 23 witch—was no longer in his right mind.
An intense impulse, as if his very personality had been swapped, surged toward Eloa alone.
He had never felt such a powerful urge before.
His capacity for any other thought vanished entirely, and in that haze, he caught sight of Eloa's lips, glistening like dew-kissed petals.
Kiss those lips first, then think.
"Eek!"
Siu reached out with his arm.
Eloa's slender yet elastic waist was encircled by one arm, pulling her snugly into his embrace.
For Eloa, who had no strength left, it was an incredibly rough and violent motion.
Eloa froze stiff as if turned to ice.
The eyes of Eloa, who was always unshakably confident, now darted about anxiously.
Even in this moment of resolve, doubts arose: Is this truly the right choice?
No, this wasn't the time for such thoughts.
This was an unavoidable act for the sake of saving lives.
And one Eloa had taken unilaterally, without Siu's consent.
But...
Still, it felt so unfamiliar and frightening.
Even more so than when her pajamas had slipped during that recent massage, exposing her breasts.
Her heart pounded a hundred, a thousand times faster now.
As Siu's lips drew near, Eloa squeezed her eyes shut.
"Hmph... chuuup...!"
Their lips met as he embraced her waist.
In stark contrast to the soft, plush lips, his rough breath tickled the bridge of her nose.
Before she could even flounder through her first kiss, a snake-like tongue pried apart her pursed lips and invaded.
"Hwoop...?!"
Eloa's body trembled violently.
She hadn't imagined he would thrust his tongue into her mouth so quickly.
"Chuup... mmph... umm..."
Undeterred by Eloa's wide-eyed shock, Siu relentlessly played with his tongue, thoroughly ravaging the inside of her oral mucosa.
The wet, slurping sounds of saliva mingling.
His thicker, more resilient tongue prowled her mouth as if it were his own domain.
If she thought about it rationally, it wasn't particularly lewd.
The tongue wasn't an especially erogenous zone, nor was it hidden away under clothing like genitals or breasts.
It was a part exposed freely in everyday life—talking, eating, and so on.
Yet why did it feel so obscenely erotic?
Because the tongue ravaging her mouth belonged to Siu.
Because it was Siu wrapping around and licking her own tongue.
Eloa began to respond to his kiss slowly, as if entranced.
Though she could control every extremity of her rigorously trained body at will, kissing was something she had never learned or experienced.
Her arms flailed uncertainly, stiffly extended to the sides.
She could only timidly flick her tongue in response or occasionally lick his lips.
"Chuup... hnn... mmm... churup..."
The slick sounds of mucosa clashing against mucosa.
The sticky sensation of their saliva melting together.
As this persisted thickly, Eloa felt a smoldering heat flickering in her lower abdomen.
She knew what this sensation was—one she would have panicked over before.
The lust that had made her dive into cold water after unwittingly peeking at Periwinkle and Siu's intercourse.
The flames of desire that had clung to Eloa like napalm, refusing to extinguish.
This isn't right.
No matter the circumstances, I mustn't forget my duty...
But she wanted to continue.
The impulse to overlap lips and tangle tongues with him all day, every day, surged within her.
As Eloa grew accustomed to the onslaught of sensations while being drawn into the kiss...
"Hic...!"
She startled again.
Siu's arm, which had been around her waist, slid down naturally and gripped her buttocks.
Startled, Eloa accidentally bit his lip.
It wasn't revulsion.
The moral qualms of crossing the forbidden line between master and disciple had been diluted by the greater cause of saving many lives.
She had no intention of rejecting Siu now.
Moreover, in this situation, finding small comfort that the one kneading every corner of her body was Siu—and no one else.
His touch was simply too forceful, and at such an unexpected moment, leading to her mistake.
"S-Sorry about that."
Eloa floundered, at a loss.
"It's fine."
Siu's voice was rough, but reason lingered within.
Yet the only sensation was one: an intense impulse to embrace Eloa quickly.
This was all self-inflicted, so he had no intention of blaming her.
Still, Eloa shivered because she discovered she felt no rejection toward that desire—instead, she wanted to accept it.
"No time... we have to hurry. No more kissing..."
Any more kissing was dangerous.
She instinctively sensed the boundary between reason and instinct blurring away.
This wasn't about sharing a heartfelt romance with him now.
Entwining with him was a desperate measure chosen to fulfill her mission.
For Eloa herself to get lost in it was absurd.
Feeling a twinge of self-reproach, she pulled Siu's wrist toward the nearby wall.
The kiss had been so sweet and scorching that she'd forgotten the pain, but her body was battered all the same.
Attempting this first-time act without any support felt burdensome.
Thus, she planned to lean against the rain tunnel's wall for support.
"We'll do it... here."
Eloa bit her lip firmly, as if reaffirming her resolve, and turned her back to Siu.
Siu watched her actions amid his surging excitement, anticipation, and conquest lust.
He could barely hold back.
He wanted to pin her down right then, but he clung desperately to the last thread of reason.
"...Hoo... hoo..."
Eloa hesitated for a long while before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her training pants.
Not quite leggings, but the fabric clung revealingly to her curves.
"Uh... ugh...!"
To bare herself naked before him like this.
And for intercourse, no less.
Dizzy with confusion, Eloa finally pulled down her pants and panties together.
The tight fabric made both her pants and striped panties catch at her knees.
As the dusty packaging peeled away, her plump, full buttocks came fully into Siu's view.
"Wow..."
At Siu's admiring sigh from behind, Eloa felt even greater shame.
But Siu couldn't hide his awe.
As a man, who wouldn't marvel in such a situation?
He'd glimpsed the underside of her buttocks when her skirt hiked up, but seeing her bare ass like this was a first.
Even then, they'd seemed impossibly shapely.
Eloa wasn't particularly tall, so they weren't huge.
His open palm could likely grasp them fully.
Yet they brimmed with concentrated allure.
First, the elasticity and vitality unique to a trained physique radiated from them.
Sweat beads from post-workout heat glistened on her skin, adding to their appetizing sheen.
A witch's sweat carried no musty odor.
Instead, that head-spinning, perfume-like body scent assaulted his senses again, numbing his mind.
"Ooh... oooh..."
Eloa let out an inexplicable moan under the prickling gaze from behind.
She knew from experience that this position exposed everything to him.
She'd seen Periwinkle's rear-entry from Siu's first-person view.
Beneath her tautly pressed buttocks, her hairless, tightly closed labia would be visible.
If he parted them even slightly, her shyly twitching anus would come into view.
No matter that it was for justice— the heart of a virgin on the cusp of her first experience was filled with unfamiliarity, fear, and humiliation.
Such emotions manifested physically too.
Her body flushed hot as if drunk, reddening even her perky buttocks.
The color and shape evoked a peach hiding sweet flesh within.
Her ears, flushed crimson amid her pink hair, were utterly endearing.
To Siu, already at peak arousal, she was no longer his revered Tiphereth master.
She was merely an innocent girl baring her ass before him, begging to be penetrated.
"I'm putting it in."
Instead of replying, Eloa glanced back slightly, eyeing Siu's member already freed from his pants.
In person, it was even more enormous than imagined.
Startled by the veiny, rigid shaft's imposing presence, she quickly faced forward again.
"...Please do."
She nodded slowly, hiding her shock.
Siu gripped one of her buttocks with trembling emotion and rubbed his glans against her entrance.
Unlike her buttocks, cooling with evaporating sweat, a subtle warmth emanated from Eloa's straight-sealed slit.
"Hic! Hic... mmph...!"
Eloa gasped each time Siu's glans ground against her labia.
Or when the hard meat staff grazed her throbbing clit.
In truth, lubrication was still insufficient.
Eloa and Siu had only shared a brief kiss.
For a first time, more thorough foreplay would be ideal.
But Siu lacked such patience now.
He parted her so-tightly pressed—barely revealing pink inner flesh—labia.
At the entrance, barely wide enough for a finger, he slowly began pushing in his glans.