Chapter 313
Chapter 313
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 313
Chapter Title: Closer to My Disciple Than a Distant Love (3)
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Siu didn't hesitate to kiss Eloa all over her body.
He caressed her entire small, elastic frame—boasting a feminine softness—with meticulous care, covering every inch like wallpaper.
After enduring nearly an hour of such attentions, her whole body inevitably melted into a puddle.
It felt like every bone and muscle in her had vanished.
There wasn't a single spot where she could muster any strength.
At first, the kisses simply felt wonderful.
From head to toe, it was like being showered in affection.
She writhed every which way from the sensuality and thrill of his soft lips and tongue gliding over her skin.
But the longer it went on, the more she discerned his pattern.
Siu was indeed caressing her.
Yet he never once touched the erogenous zones that would deliver direct pleasure.
He'd tease her breasts with gentle laps of his tongue, coming tantalizingly close to her areola only to slyly slip away to elsewhere before even brushing it.
While kneading other parts of her body like dough, he ignored her panties entirely—now soaked through with her arousal, translucent enough to reveal everything beneath.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
No matter how she bucked her hips or rubbed her drenched thighs together, Siu persisted with his stubbornly repetitive caresses.
Once more, his tongue rolled smoothly over her breast.
Just a little higher, just a bit more, and it would touch her shamefully stiff nipples.
Biting her lip and holding her breath, Eloa watched his lips drift away again and sighed in regret.
"Haaa..."
Why wouldn't he do more?
Why tease her endlessly without even peeling off her panties?
Her throat parched bone-dry even as her core grew ever more sodden.
The prickling ache of anticipation—far beyond mere drunkenness—left her panting desperately.
How long did he plan to keep her like this?
"Si... Siu..."
Siu, who had been playfully nipping at the panty strap hooked over her pubic bone, looked up at her.
His tone was innocently oblivious, as if he hadn't a clue.
"Yes, Master. Do you have something to say?"
Something to say?
Of course she did.
She wanted him to tease other places too—the even more embarrassing spots—with that mouth and tongue of his.
She wanted to coquettishly beg him to shove that hot rod inside her, just like in the rain tunnel before.
But of course she couldn't.
"N-Nothing... n-no..."
Stripping bare and flopping down spread-eagled before him had already demanded courage and resolve beyond words.
She couldn't whisper seductive lines like Sharon had, or demand bolder acts herself.
"Hng... hngh... eep..."
In the end, Eloa lay there folded up like a fan, enduring kisses that teased like caresses but weren't quite.
Less than five minutes later, she hatched a brilliant idea.
To guide him indirectly toward what she craved, without him catching on.
"Si, Siu."
"Yes, Master."
"Ar-Are... you okay?"
Eloa's gaze flicked toward his pants.
Between his legs loomed a massive pillar, tenting the fabric like a big-top circus.
It meant he was holding back just as much as she was.
"I'm fine."
"Re-Really?"
"You're so drunk. Even if I want you, Master, I can't just take liberties without permission."
('Then stripping me naked and sucking away is fine without permission?') The retort surged up her throat.
But she'd brought this on herself.
She squeezed her eyes shut and exhaled raggedly once more.
Her long, lovely lashes fluttered like a butterfly's antennae.
Her ace in the hole fizzled more pathetically than a dud water rocket, leaving Eloa pouting.
She'd clearly promised to allow everything tonight.
Was he misunderstanding her?
Her head spun.
The whiskey's blaze mingled with an even fiercer heat of lust, dizzing her like heatstroke.
She wanted him to touch her.
To fondle her.
Anything—please, just do more.
Devoured by instinct, her reason frayed amid maddening frustration.
"Siu...!"
Unable to endure, Eloa called out.
Siu, tickling her navel, glanced up.
Unable to meet his eyes, she whispered with gaze averted—her voice more choked by shame than anything.
"Is there... anywhere else... you want to kiss...?"
"I didn't hear you, Master."
"Is there... anywhere else... you want to kiss...?"
"Somewhere I want to kiss?"
Eloa nodded faintly.
Shame and mortification made her head feel ready to burst.
"But Master, do you want it somewhere else?"
Yet Siu only looked more puzzled at her demeanor.
Eloa felt a surge of irritation.
The bastard.
He knew damn well, yet insisted on hearing it confirmed.
For the first time, she itched to smack the back of his head.
"Ah..."
Distracted by stray thoughts, she missed Siu's hand drifting toward her panties.
He hooked the elastic, deftly lifted her waist like drawing a ribbon, and smoothly peeled away the ruined garment.
Her slit emerged simultaneously.
Even in the dim glow, it was unmistakable.
Her plump labia majora clung stubbornly shut, as if proclaiming the spot too precious to reveal.
Her macaron-pretty pussy gleamed like sugar-syrup glazed.
Tracing the finger-length cleft upward revealed a dainty sprout peeking out, as if germinating solo.
The pleasure bud, nerves hyper-concentrated, burned flushed and acutely sensitive.
Just a waft of breath made her taut inner thighs twitch visibly.
Suffocating shame hit Eloa; she slapped both palms over her face.
She knew she was soaked.
But the chill of her exposed lower half and the panties dangling in his hand drove home her lewd display.
"Master, this is..."
Siu lifted her panties with feigned surprise.
Every tiny embarrassed fidget of hers was insanely endearing now.
A petty sadism bloomed: the urge to fluster her more.
Eloa mumbled excuses in a shrinking voice, shaking her head.
"It's sweat... sweat..."
"......"
"You knew... all along...!"
Of course.
He who had caressed her head to toe so meticulously couldn't have missed it.
She wanted to shove him off and flee.
"I'm sorry, Master. My mistake."
Mistake?
What did that mean?
"If I'd known it'd end up like this, I would've cleaned you up sooner."
"No no no no, I can do it... haaaah...!"
Too late, she grasped his intent and tried to stop him.
Her waist snapped upward.
Her legs stiffened ramrod straight, body shuddering violently.
-Chup... churup...
Siu had licked her pussy, surely a sopping wreck by now.
Not every inch of the vulva grants equal pleasure.
Especially the outer labia, ballooned plump with nectar—sensitivity rivaling her inner thighs.
But Eloa had been teased far too long.
The erotic thrill of 'tongue on shameful place' sparkled alongside the humiliation of 'dirty spot being sucked' in her mind.
"Si... Si... Siu..."
Her voice quivered sweetly.
His tongue and lips snaked upward to her ultimate weakness at last.
Her clit, protruding dangerously sharp.
"Hii... uuuut...!"
Her waist rocked obscenely front to back.
Taut pussy lips quivered, squirting nectar; back arched, head thrown, she loosed a distant moan.
"Kissing other places... you don't like as much as here."
"Hngh...! Eeeh...! Haaang...!"
Siu's sly chuckle.
Eloa dimly recalled one fact.
Let him sniff her hair, and he loses much of his restraint.
Tonight, clinging and inhaling her scent repeatedly.
This Siu was a touch different from the one she knew.
-Chok! Jjook! Chok!
"Heek! Siuuu...! Stooop...!"
Then it mirrored before.
Light sucking kisses on her clit.
Ruthless tonguing of the fully exposed pearl.
The difference: days of lonely aching, over an hour of frustrating tease filling her to bursting.
Pleasure stabbed like blades through her body.
Sparks burst before her eyes.
-Jjook! Jjook! Chok!
"Hguk! Si... Siuuu...! Sto-stop...! Haaaang!"
"Don't say that. You're loving it."
Thus she wailed in lewd abandon, legs kicking futilely wide.
She was mere ripened prey, perfectly matured for devouring.
"Haa, ha, it doesn't... feel good...! Ple-ase..."
Her pleas cut short.
Hips locked rigid, breath halted.
A colossal blast erupted—the hot, sweet blaze piled in her belly incinerated her.
Time lurched forward; she convulsed.
"Hhaaaang!!!!"
-Bang!
Her head slammed the bedframe, but pain registered nil.
The sheets clutched in her fists crumpled to shreds.
She came.
Grandiosely, beyond any solo peak.
As euphoric as orgasms forged in intercourse with him.
Her waist undulated sensually.
Pussy freshly lapped clean yet dribbling anew onto the white sheets, dancing shameless in ecstasy.
Unable to withstand the bliss, her frenzied tremors dragged over twenty seconds.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Too winded to hide her heaving breasts.
Her tousled hair embroidered the pillow like golden thread.
Sweat beaded her skin; the lingering pussy clenched and relaxed fitfully, demanding greater rapture.
Eloa knew instinctively.
Were she not a witch.
Not an 'ether body' void of wasteful discharge...
That climax would've wrecked the sheets catastrophically.
Hour-long foreplay, Siu's mastery, her prolonged abstinence: pleasure enough to slacken urethra and bladder.
The dull euphoria post-peak.
Luxurious languor, like sinking into the finest bed, enveloped her.
In her hazy sight grinned Siu, now mysteriously nude.
His chiseled muscles and freakishly imposing manhood throbbed.
Fear gripped Eloa.
Impaled by that now...
Could she retain sanity?
Didn't she need a breather?
During his oral, she'd inched backward to the bed's edge.
Siu yanked her thighs downward.
"You prefer clit kisses, Master. Good lesson learned."
"Th-that's... not..."
Hypersensitive state plus that monster cock—pure crisis.
Shame from his subtle mockery left her flummoxed.
Siu gripped her rigid thighs, parting them gently.
No resistance; legs splayed flexibly into an M.
-Schlup
Her sealed pussy parted coyly, baring the pink entrance.
Drenched to excess, it smacked lips like savoring nectar.
"Master, thanks always for your guidance."
"Heek!"
The scorching rigid glans nudged her swollen clit; her waist jolted, curling inward.
She yearned to clamp her wantonly spread legs.
But Siu's firm hold forbade it.
"But tonight, seems I've got more to teach you."
His cock began rubbing up and down her tight slit.