Chapter 391
Chapter 391
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 391
Chapter Title: The Last Supper (2)
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1.
On the bare floor where people walked around in shoes without even a cushion, Countess Yesode knelt down.
Beside her lay her stripped-off dress, neatly folded.
Atop it sat a generous-sized bra, provocative lace panties, and high heels, arranged like decorations.
In stark contrast, Siu lounged comfortably on the sofa, fully clothed except for his cock dangling out from between his suit pants.
Not even allowed a single thread of clothing, the countess kept her hands neatly placed on her knelt thighs as she bobbed her head back and forth with fervor.
-Slurp... Sluuuurp... Chuuup... Schluuup...
Could there be a scene that so starkly highlighted their difference in status?
The countess's plump lips softly enveloped the shaft, while her tireless tongue lapped at the glans.
Unable to meet Siu's eyes, she lavished his cock with the attention of a makeup artist, her expression a mix of shame and arousal.
All with her saliva and melting lip gloss.
Who would've thought she'd consent so easily?
Even Siu, who had wondered if he was pushing too far, was touched by her enthusiastic response.
"Try sucking it a little deeper."
She froze.
Countess Yesode's movements halted.
Had he gone too far...?
But after her eyelashes fluttered, she obediently took him deeper without complaint.
A deepthroat that nearly stabbed her throat.
The soft inner flesh of her mouth, untouched before, now rubbed more firmly against his glans.
"Schluuup... Ngh... Ungh... Uuup..."
Her hair elegantly braided up in a chignon style at the nape.
Her brows slightly furrowed like a wild goose in distress from the labored breathing, her lips forming a perfect circle around his cock.
And her breasts swaying gently behind her.
He was starting to lose it.
He wanted to put it in.
"That's enough."
"Pwah...! *Cough*! *Cough*...!"
The countess spat out his cock and primly turned her body, covering her mouth as she cleared her throat delicately.
Even in such a trivial motion, her innate elegance shone through.
Having a nude noblewoman kneel before him and service him with her mouth like this...
But today's roleplay wasn't ending at this level of intensity.
"Oh dear..."
With an ad-lib to steer the scene forward, the countess responded in a cautious tone.
"What's wrong, Siu? Did my teeth scrape it...?"
"Wanna see?"
The countess's eyes turned to Siu's upright tower.
A ring of lip gloss marked it like a height chart on a doorframe, encircling his cock in a neat circle to show just how deep she'd taken him.
"It's all dirty now because of your makeup, Countess."
"Ah..."
"I need to wipe it off."
According to the novel he'd skimmed earlier, this was barely 50% of the scene's intensity.
How would the countess react?
"W-Well... what should I do about that... I'm so sorry...?"
She was still hesitating.
Averting her gaze this way and that, stroking her innocent temple.
Siu drove the wedge home with one line.
"You dirtied it, Countess Yesode, so I want to wipe it off with your body. You know what I mean, right?"
The countess gave a small nod and cautiously rose from her position.
"I-I'll clean it for you."
"And where exactly will you clean it with?"
"W-With my... my... hole..."
A slight hoodlum edge to his teasing tone was key.
"Whose hole exactly?"
"M-My... Lucy Yesode, the countess's... p-pussy..."
Finally uttering the vulgar line straight from the novel, Countess Yesode hung her head low, staring at her own toes.
Her hands clasped politely in front, she looked just like a child being sternly scolded.
In truth, this kind of situational roleplay was usually tough without alcohol.
The cringe factor broke immersion.
But the countess's reactions and her nude body trembling with bitten lips were more than enough to drown out such distractions and pull him in.
At this moment, the widow Countess Yesode was utterly Siu's slave.
Should he push the line just a bit further?
"Let me inspect it first. Come closer."
"S-Siu... I'm a little scared..."
"If you're going to clean my cock, I have to inspect it first."
Scared? With that expression?
It was the face of desperate craving, laced with shame, humiliation, and embarrassment, yet begging for 'just a little more.'
Siu smacked her thighs apart like handling an object, spreading them to shoulder width as she timidly approached.
As she drew near, he felt her hot breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Her love juices trickled down her thighs.
The tangy-sweet scent rising from there seized his brain in an instant.
"The angle's no good. Get up on the table."
The countess nodded readily and climbed onto the low table.
Siu leaned forward, prodding her folds with his fingers as if performing a pussy inspection.
How was her pubic hair so soft and fluffy like this, right under that frown.
Her pearl seemed even more swollen than before, with luscious petals draping below like a curtain.
"You're so wet already... This should clean it nice and good."
"Hngh...!"
At Siu's taunt testing the waters, her little pearl twitched subtly.
It was the telltale sign she showed every time sexual excitement hit her.
"By the way, why are you so soaked?"
"Siuuu... You know why..."
"I want to hear it from you, Countess."
A confession from the sultry widow turned vulnerable lamb, Countess Yesode.
"Earlier... when you spanked my ass... and while I was sucking your cock... I got excited..."
The countess was cooperating with the roleplay more eagerly than expected.
In that case, Siu would pour his all into embarrassing her properly.
"Now wipe it off."
2.
"Hngh...! Ungh... Hngh...!"
-Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
The soft inner flesh of overripe fruit at harvest.
If you squished it by hand, wouldn't it make a similar scent and sound?
Winter air turning cold and dry.
Even that air was being dyed hot and humid by the lewd sounds echoing relentlessly from the sofa.
Just like the first time she'd inserted him, the countess squatted to clean his cock.
The difference was her once leisurely, confident expression now twisted with shame and masochism.
And her awkward hip movements, as if her waist might give out any second.
The reason for her clumsy motions was simple.
She was feeling far greater sexual pleasure than before, her inner walls twitching around his cock as if whispering that she might cum if she wasn't careful.
"You don't seem sorry at all, Countess."
"Hngh...!"
Look at that.
At his slightly mocking tone, her walls clenched tighter and her legs went slack.
Siu reached out and grabbed her breasts, hanging like ripe fruit.
They filled his palm with their expected softness.
"N-No, Siu... I-I'm trying my best to move..."
"Trying your best, huh..."
Siu gripped her hips lightly.
Then, with a single snap of his waist, he pressed firmly against her cervix.
-Squish!
-Pshht! Pshht! Pshht!
"Hooooh...! Hngh...! Kyaaah...!"
With that, the countess lost her balance and collapsed onto his cock.
Just one thrust, and her body—hypersensitive from all the teasing—reached orgasm instantly.
Lucy Yesode's juices gushed from her tight slit.
Her hips bucked back and forth like a slutty dance, amplifying her pleasure from the motion's aftershocks.
At the same time, her legs—squatted as if peeing—gave out completely.
Her soft body tumbled fully into Siu's embrace.
"Haahk...! Haht...! Haaaah...!"
Gripping her hips tight had been the right call.
It had prevented a potential penile fracture disaster.
Siu realized just how much fulfilling a fetish elevated the quality of an orgasm.
They hadn't even properly started yet, and this climax was far more intense than last time.
Countess Yesode clung to him, nearly sobbing, her entire body shuddering violently.
No need to mention her lower half.
His pants and shirt were soaked through, laundry-level messy.
"You dirtied it again..."
"Hiiik... Hngggh... S-Sorry... Siu..."
"If you've done wrong, you need to be punished, right?"
A second confirmation of her consent.
And Countess Yesode's answer...
"...Punish... me..."
Another go-ahead.
3.
Like meat laid out on a cutting board, the countess lay back on the table at waist height.
Her arms hooked behind her knees, legs spread obscenely wide. All at Siu's command, of course.
Her eyes—excited with anticipation, trembling with fear, glazed with lust—gazed up at him.
"You seem to cum anytime like a bedwetter, Countess. Looks like you need some training."
Siu stood before her, staring at her blatantly exposed pussy.
Her already plump mound looked even puffier, swollen with her juices.
And the target for her punishment? The switch to her incontinence—her massively swollen clit.
"You ready? Don't let your posture slip even a little."
Honestly, he'd wanted to try this since first laying eyes on it.
Such a prominent, perfectly round, pretty clit—it was a first.
Siu gathered qi at his fingertip like he was about to flick a pebble.
Her puzzled gaze—still clueless about what was coming—followed his finger.
"Just ten spanks."
"Pardon...?"
And when that hand hovered before her wide-spread crotch.
She finally intuited what was about to happen.
"W-Wait, wait, wait...! Siu...! If you do that... Kyaaaaah...!"
But it was too late.
With a sharp chap!, his flick snapped her pearl like a bead, sending her waist arching back with a scream.
At the same time, her juices squirted out like urine.
"Haaah...! Haaah...! Haaaaah...! Haaaaah...!"
Amid it all, she clung desperately to her ankles, body quaking.
Not holding her legs on purpose, no—her muscles were so tense she couldn't let go.
"Haaa... Haa... Hahaaaah... Hahaaaah...!"
Her slightly parted hole clenched and spasmed visibly.
In rhythm, her clit and folds twitched wildly below.
The once-clean table was instantly drenched in her juices.
He hadn't even hit that hard...
This was scary.
But the roleplay wasn't over yet.
"You're enjoying this too much, Countess."
"Haa... Hngh... S-Siu... This is too much..."
"Nine more to go. And..."
Siu mercilessly delivered another flick to the countess.
"Kyaaaaah...!"
This time, her arms slackened, nearly releasing her legs, so he bound them tight with a ribbon.
"You came again without warning me."
-Thwack!
"Kyaaang...! N-Not that one! Siuuu...! I came...! I came...!"
-Thwack!
"Just once...! Just one break...! Kyaaang...! Hngh... Haaaah...! A-Again, I came... Now..."
-Thwack!
"Haaaaah... Hnggggh... Kyahung...!"
Even as he hit lighter each time, her reactions grew more intense.
Each strike layered orgasms atop one another, amplifying her responses.
But.
-Thwaack!
"Kgh...!"
After the final strike, her wildly twitching body went limp.
The excessive pleasure had finally blown the countess's fuse.