Chapter 306
Chapter 306
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 306
Chapter Title: Before the Trip (3)
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With her senses sharpened to the utmost, it was no trouble at all for Eloa to eavesdrop on the sounds from the next room.
But that assumption hinged on one thing.
Siu not using the Orgel.
The Orgel that Siu had received from Odil possessed excellent shielding capabilities.
A cutting-edge stealth artifact that could block not only mana waves but also presences, auras, and even sounds.
And it wasn't hard to adjust—the range and intensity could be set with ease.
'Hmmm, slurp…'
'Is this why you came over?'
'No~ I just came to talk…. But you keep looking at me with those lecherous eyes….'
The wet sounds of tongues entwining, like distant cannon fire.
The rustle of clothing and bedsheets rubbing together.
Their voices in conversation.
All of it could be easily concealed if one wished.
However.
Eloa glanced around the room.
Even if the Orgel created a barrier to block presences, it would have no effect if she herself was within its range.
But as she scanned her surroundings, Eloa quickly realized the truth.
There was no barrier.
Contrary to what Siu had told Sharon to reassure her—claiming the Orgel was active because Tiphereth was next door.
The Orgel wasn't even running in the first place.
"…Ah."
It was as if the sharp shattering of fine glassware echoed in her mind.
Soon, the scattered shards reassembled into a whole.
All the clues from last night through today clicked together like puzzle pieces.
Siu, who hadn't stopped his intercourse with Sharon even knowing Eloa was listening—in fact, growing even more intense.
His startling remark that morning.
And now, without the Orgel, sex starting right next door as if on display.
The foreshadowing and timing left no room for doubt.
Siu was deliberately showing Eloa his intercourse with Sharon once more.
Eloa was stunned.
To think that earnest Siu had such a cunning side.
She could forgive him getting rough when overly aroused.
But judging from the overheard conversation, Siu had been perfectly sober this time.
"No way…."
Was he doing this again just to prove he truly didn't mind her eavesdropping?
Even if so, it was utterly unnecessary consideration.
She would have much preferred if he'd just brushed it off like nothing after their tunnel encounter.
"No way…."
Or perhaps… really….
As much as she didn't want to believe it.
Did he have some peculiar fetish like that, and was he drawing her into it?
Her mind raced with wild thoughts, leaving her stamping her feet in frustration.
Meanwhile, next door, the main act had begun in earnest.
Heavy breathing and wet sloshing sounds from just beyond the thin wall.
Flesh slapping against flesh, the bed creaking rhythmically.
Siu's intentions were inscrutable, but what he meant for her to hear filled Eloa's ears completely.
"Hoo…."
She should leave.
There was nothing good to gain from staying.
Tomorrow, she definitely needed to reprimand Siu.
Tell him such thoughts were misguided, and that she needed no such consideration ever again.
A cascade of unprecedented experiences had left her shaken.
It was time to set things straight.
Normally, Eloa's resolve would have had her fling open the door and stride out with dignified steps….
"……."
But Eloa simply stared at the wall transmitting the sounds.
She was no longer the Eloa who knew nothing of relations between men and women.
Siu had taught her what it meant to become one, the joy of becoming a woman.
The emotions and sensations of hot kisses raining on secret folds.
The pleasure of being gripped at the waist and pounded like a beast.
The ecstasy of delicate inner flesh being thoroughly explored by hot manhood, culminating in the spilling of scorching seed.
Though it had lasted barely thirty minutes, he had shown her a world she'd never known.
And now, beyond this wall.
That act, which she hadn't shaken off even for a day despite its brevity, was unfolding.
The raw sounds fueled her imagination without filter.
"Ah…."
Eloa let out a sigh.
The dizzying moans stimulated her imagination even more than seeing it firsthand.
Lewd utterances drifted from behind the wall.
In that instant, she felt Siu's strong arms clamping her waist.
Felt his ragged breath tickling her ear.
Of course, it was just a hallucination.
Eloa bit her lip hard.
Her heart pounded like she'd stolen something illicitly.
If she was going to correct everything tomorrow….
Couldn't she afford to be a little lax just for today?
Would it really hurt to watch the scene as Siu wanted, just this once?
The desires she'd long suppressed after awakening to pleasure's sweetness.
Mental defenses unraveled by successive events.
And the tantalizing sounds stimulating her senses in real time—they coaxed even the steadfast Eloa toward compromise.
Just for one day.
Just one day of yielding to this pounding thrill.
To this indulgence—what would be the harm?
Perhaps stubbornly clinging to abstinence amid the ambiguity had led to this.
Eloa's gaze drifted slyly to the living room table.
She already knew how to pleasure herself.
Far simpler and more straightforward than bottling up desires she'd already acknowledged, all in the name of moral purity.
Wasn't it really so bad?
Masturbation was commonplace among witches.
No need for shame or viewing it as unclean.
Reassuring herself thus, Eloa's tightly shut eyelids trembled.
"Just… for today… one day…."
Starting tomorrow, she'd draw a firm line.
Tiphereth was Senior Siu's master.
Siu was Tiphereth's disciple.
Things would return to normal.
The living room table was just a touch higher than Eloa's waist.
A solid wood table made of ash, its edges softly rounded to prevent injury.
Feeling her heart thrum even in her ears, Eloa cautiously parted her legs slightly and positioned herself at the table's edge.
She slowly lifted her skirt hems with both hands.
Plain, unadorned white panties came into view in the air.
"Haa…."
Endless cries of "this is wrong" from her ingrained purity.
Eloa barely ignored them, pressing her cleft against the rounded edge.
The table pressed her clit and folds through the fabric.
A tingling jolt shot through her tailbone and lower belly, widening her eyes.
"Nhk…!"
What was this sensation?
Like an itch she'd endured for months, unreachable, finally scratched satisfyingly.
An overwhelming release and bliss.
Her legs quivered, instinctively rising on tiptoes.
Starting is always the hardest.
Eloa, who had ignored her pent-up lust and averted her eyes, felt restraint vanish from her mind in that moment.
She'd held back far too much, for far too long.
Eloa leaned her weight slowly against the edge again.
The firm, hard table pressed firmly into her sensitive spot.
"Haa…."
Her heavy breath sank hotly.
Compared to with Siu, it was an entirely different sensation.
But undeniable pleasure all the same.
With skirt flared wide, Eloa gently rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit along the edge.
-Creak creak creak creak!
'Haa…! Haa…! Haaang…!'
'Hng! Hng! Hng!'
Next door, the bed shrieked madly, Sharon's moans so sensual they flushed cheeks regardless of gender.
And Siu's rough pants joined in.
"Ng… hng… ng…."
As Eloa rocked her hips forward slowly, her mind went white.
It felt good.
So, so good.
Her hands holding the skirt slackened.
Her tiptoes, lifted to align height, trembled.
The joy of long-suppressed desire bursting free electrified every cell from fingertips to toes.
All of Eloa's sexual pleasures and experiences had been tied to Siu.
With live copulation sounds broadcasting vividly, imagining him was natural.
It was as if Siu were here with her now.
The thrilling taboo of doing the forbidden under the pretext of "just today."
From between Eloa's trembling parted pink lips slipped a name like a sigh.
"Haa… haa… Siu…."
Eloa startled at her own utterance.
But the surging waves of pleasure drowned her shock.
Nothing strange about it.
His voice was filling her ears, so she'd naturally thought of him.
So she reasoned, flicking her hips faster.
She gripped the table edge firmly with her hands; the draped dress fabric she bit between her teeth.
Beneath the triangular shadow of her skirt, Eloa's belly clenched and released in ecstasy repeatedly.
'Siu! Siu…! Siu…!'
Sharon, who had initially muffled her cries mindful of Tiphereth next door—even with Orgel—grew louder.
She was nearing climax.
The crude wet squelches and Siu's breaths grew rougher accordingly.
"Mm… hmmm… mm… hrng…!"
Eloa matched the pace, urging herself on.
Her panties soaked through, coating the wood like snail trail with sticky fluid.
No need to explain what it was.
Fabric and sensitive mucosa glided with love juices as lubricant; Eloa's hip movements turned lasciviously fluid.
A graceful dance as she masterfully handled her body in pursuit of pleasure.
'Inside… cum inside… Siu…!'
Sharon's begging voice for semen rang out.
Siu would ejaculate soon.
His massive glans, plastered to her cervix, would erupt deep inside hot flesh, flooding the tight passage with thick, scorching semen.
Just as he had with Eloa.
"Hng… haa… eung…!"
Eloa stifled her moans, accelerating her hips.
-Splurt!
'Heeeek…!'
The moment Siu's ejaculation unleashed massive mana waves enveloping Eloa's body.
Her back arched rigidly.
Indecently twitching, her face twisted in an expression utterly devoid of her usual dignity.
The lingering tingle of climax, like electricity coursing through her.
Her body floated weightlessly, wrapped in a thousand feather pillows.
And so, Sharon, Siu, and Eloa reached ecstasy together.