Chapter 275
Chapter 275
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 275
Chapter Title: Priest (5)
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Truth be told, it wasn't exactly the most romantic situation or spot for a first time.
They'd moved a little ways from where the fierce battle had raged, but doing it under an old culvert? That was the vibe.
The sluice gate leading to the tunnel had been sealed shut for ages, so the floor wasn't damp. Still, the musty stench of mold hung thick in the air.
Sand swept in by rainwater had piled up everywhere, making it impossible to lie back or switch positions.
And the circumstances? No time to leisurely savor each other's bodies. Above all, time was short.
They had to wrap this up quick, before the Cowardly Witch made a full escape.
Excluding that initial kiss, it was pure combat sex—no romance, no sweetness.
"Hngh! Hah! Mmph...! Hnngh...!"
But for Siu, gripping his master's springy ass as repayment for her grace, none of that mattered much.
A thick, meaty aroma rose from their joined sexes.
Eloa's sweat and juices mingled into a sensual perfume that overpowered the faint stink.
And right before his eyes? His master's peach, dripping honey. Even in this dreary spot, what was there to complain about?
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Mmph...! Ngh! Hah...!"
The same went for Eloa, stifling her moans as her womb took hit after hit.
Right now, she was experiencing something she'd never known before.
Showing her disciple—her former disciple—every embarrassing sight and sound, desperately muffling her cries.
No room to worry about her surroundings.
She clamped her mouth shut and thrashed, fighting not to drown in that sticky pleasure, like melting sugar.
"S-Siu... hurry... finish quick... hngh... let me... rest... haah...!"
"Yes, right away."
Even hearing his reply, Eloa stared in disbelief.
Right away? How much longer would "right away" take?
It was too rigid, too hot, too huge.
Every thrust packing pleasure deep into her belly turned her body to feathers of ecstasy.
I can't let this happen, I can't... she thought desperately, but inevitably, she'd sink into bliss.
Even Eloa, who trained body and mind relentlessly, was just a woman in the end.
"Hngh...! Mmph! Hnng...!"
Fifteen minutes since penetration began.
Eloa had already climaxed twice.
Once from his tongue on her clit.
The other from that lust-swollen glans swirling her cervix.
Her post-orgasm walls clenched and relaxed irregularly, gripping his cock like it might pull free.
Her pale pink folds, flushed deeper from friction, excitement, and shame, had long been slick with her juices.
Every time he hilted and withdrew, her peach pumped out streams of nectar.
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
Sweaty flesh crashing like waves for another three minutes or so.
Still in doggy, Eloa suddenly grabbed Siu's wrists on her ass.
Half-turning, her face was a wreck—on the verge of tears.
A far cry from her dignified master image.
"Siu... please, no more... hngh... I can't hold back..."
Eloa felt sparks crackling inside her.
She knew what it meant.
The prelude to climax.
The building pleasure hitting critical mass, ready to burst.
"It's fine, Master. Leave it to me."
Despite her plea, Siu didn't stop.
Not because he had to rush.
Her greedy walls, humming faintly on the edge, were too alluring.
His reason blurred in pleasure-madness; he just wanted to ravage her.
"Haa... hnngh... mmph...!"
Her knees buckled together, legs trembling from pleasure-weakened strength.
No grip left to hold his wrists or stop him, so she faced forward and bit her lip hard.
She finally got what Periwinkle meant by "I'm gonna squirt."
Why she'd begged Siu to stop in that cracked voice.
This sensation, this pleasure—no one could endure it.
No matter how she fought the peak or her weird cries in front of her disciple.
"Haaaah...! Hnnghaah! Hnngh!"
Impossible.
Her body moved on its own, inner walls spasming, tightening her already narrow pussy even more.
"Haaaaang...!"
Her legs would give out any second.
Siu released her ass, grabbing her waist to support her.
Her walls squeezed wildly as climax neared.
Unable to hold, her upper body slid down the wall, hands bracing the ground.
Ass up, relying only on his hands—like a sprinter's crouch start—taking his cock.
Higher waist meant a clear view: her twitching anus, her coupling oozing sticky juices nonstop.
"Siu, Siu... Siu...! Haaaaang!!!"
She tried to say something, but orgasm cut her off.
Her walls' rippling squeeze signaled Siu's own release.
"Ngh...!"
Siu gripped her waist tight, pounding mercilessly.
Her pussy thrashed in futile resistance, begging for mercy against his battering ram on her cervix.
"Hng! Hngh! Hik! Haa...! No more, it's too much... too much, Siu... stop... just a break... haaaang...!!!"
Siu locked her twerking waist, glans kissing her cervix.
Her sweet cries were the perfect trigger.
Feeling her convulsing walls and jelly-soft cervix, he unleashed his pent-up load.
Her walls milked him greedily, determined to wring every drop.
Each spurt made her ass twitch in sync.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Ha... haah... haaah..."
For that moment, at least, Eloa could rest.
His pistoning hips had paused, after all.
Her pussy pulsed intermittently.
Exhausted and slumping, she sensed the anomaly quick.
Her belly still throbbed like a heart; his cock pulsed roughly, now expelling mana.
Pure, pristine mana.
It flooded her womb with his semen, hooks spreading to her tubes.
"Ah... ahh..."
Her jaw slackened, tongue half-out, panting from clenching so hard.
Her hypersensitive pussy quivered at the ticklish new sensation she'd never felt.
With Periwinkle, Siu had held back ejaculation to hide mana amp.
So Eloa just thought, Ah, recharging.
"Hiiik...!"
But the break was brief.
His mana, spread through her stigma, adsorbed back like a vacuum.
Sucking up every last drop, draining like an ebb tide.
"S-Siu... I need to give you mana..."
Baffled by the mystery, she slowly rose, bracing the wall.
Her body jerked like it'd touched a live wire.
-Whiiiir!
Something's coming.
Before the thought finished, amplified—multiplied—mana torrent poured into her stigma.
"Haaaaaaaang!!!"
Pure mana incarnate.
White amplified power no elixir could match, surging through her belly.
The ecstasy whipped her sensitized insides, forcing yet another climax.
2.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Less than thirty minutes of breathless pistoning, and Siu reached release.
One good shot, and the witch's scent faded—reason returned somewhat.
"Hng... grt... hnng..."
Still ass-up, connected to Siu: Eloa.
His devoted master, now learning woman's pleasure from her pupil.
"Oof...!"
Siu slowly withdrew.
Her post-cum pussy's lewd clutch nearly snared him back into lust.
-Squelch!
Even in withdrawal, her pussy provided after-service.
Her plump, pretty folds and shy petals clung to his shaft, stretching long.
Remaining semen squeezed out like toothpaste from his urethra.
-Pop!
"Hik!"
So elastic and gummy, it popped free with a perky hiss.
And there...
Eloa's ass, fully exposed before him.
"Haa... haa..."
With each ragged breath, her winking hole bubbled frothy semen.
Thick from years without sex or masturbation, tinged faint pink—likely her virgin blood.
Seeing it hit him: I really took Master's first time.
Just yesterday, perfect master-disciple boundaries. No warning, suddenly intertwined.
And by that stubborn Eloa's unwitting seduction, no less.
Was this real life, or a dream after dying to the Red Knight? Still dazed.
-Rustle
Ass high in prone bone, she lifted her torso.
Her luscious pink hair, usual outfit minus pants: her back view.
Semen trickling between perfectly hip-upped cheeks, hiding her anus.
Such a tempting pose; Siu stared blankly.
"Uh..."
How to face her now?
Beyond master-disciple, bodies shared, all sights seen—what next?
His turmoil mirrored; she wouldn't look his way.
No words either.
"......"
Instead, she gathered her dropped training pants and panties, slipping them on.
Mana recharge worked wonders—no fatigue in her movements.
"Ngh..."
Her cute ass dimpled briefly, then hidden under black training gear.
Semen-soaked panties on, she let out a sticky whimper.
But soon, her Contract Sword gripped firm in her right hand.
"Let's go. We've dawdled too long."
Her first words embarrassed him.
No hesitation, no blush.
No uncertainty in facing him.
Straight posture, resolute eyes, clear voice like a brisk wind—all her usual master self.
Yes.
What happened was just a means to finish the Cowardly Witch.
Feeling awkward here was childish, like a kid crying "Ew, kissing!" during CPR.
"Yes, Master."
Her composed shift let Siu respond normally too.
"We'll grab Red Branch separately. Touching it bare is risky. Got a way?"
"Hold on a sec?"
Siu armored his whole body.
Pulled a ribbon from his waist.
Sex-amp left him with plenty pure mana.
Cleaner than repeated amps—minimal circuit strain.
He wove the ribbon, countering Red Knight's distortion field minimally.
-Fizzle!
Ownerless, mana-starved, yet Red Branch was picky.
Hasty prep considered cases, but it crumbled on contact.
Undeterred, he wrapped the whole spear in layers of ribbon.
It'd grind through over time, but layers bought delay.
Finally, pillar-thick with black ribbon, stable against distortion.
"This should hold temporarily."
"Good. Ready to run?"
"Of course."
Spear in hand, Eloa recovered.
The pair shot toward the cavern housing the 'altar'.