Chapter 470
Chapter 470
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 470
Chapter Title: Clasped Hands (6)
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The negligee draped down like curtains.
Beneath it, the panty strings tied at the prominent curve of her hips.
As Si-woo tugged at the ends of the ribbons on both sides, the fabric rustled softly and came undone.
The black cloth that had concealed Amelia's golden garden slipped away effortlessly, leaving her pussy starkly exposed.
"Ugh..."
Amelia's thighs twitched inward, as if she couldn't bear the shame of having her most intimate secret laid bare before him.
Her face flushed crimson, she covered it completely with both palms before hesitantly spreading her thighs again.
"......"
Like gazing upon a sacred work of art that left him speechless.
Si-woo stared at Amelia's lower lips and held his breath.
Her pubic hair was so soft it could pass for downy fuzz—not coarse in the slightest.
It wasn't thick, and each strand was as fine as thread.
This proved that Amelia's pussy hair was neatly groomed, without a single stray.
Even if she tended to it diligently every day, the pristine shape of her mound stirred a subtle sensuality.
Just below the pubic hair, faintly shimmering in the lamplight, protruded a tender bud.
A shy clit peeking out from beneath the skin, lewd and vividly pink—like Amelia's personality.
At its peak sat neat yet plump labia, tightly clenched together.
Peeking ever so slightly between them were soft, supple petals that proved God's favor extended not just to what was visible, but to her secret garden as well—exquisitely beautiful.
Unexpectedly erotic.
Based on Amelia's prim appearance alone, he never could have imagined such a seductive, bewitching pussy attached to her.
"Hng...!"
In his brain-melting excitement, Si-woo unconsciously spread her pussy with both thumbs, and Amelia gasped in surprise.
-Schlick!
Her lower lips parted with a sticky sound from the viscous thread of arousal connecting them.
The pristine sanctuary, untouched by sexual hands her entire life, was opened for the first time by Si-woo.
As the tightly sealed soft flesh yielded, trapped nectar gushed out, trickling down her ass crack.
The inner walls deepened to a gradient pink, writhing ceaselessly; the entrance looked so narrow it might not even fit a finger, and at its depths gleamed a thin, milky membrane.
No need to say it—Amelia's proof of virginity.
Si-woo swallowed hard and glanced at Amelia, who was still hiding her face in her palms.
She trembled violently, holding her breath.
Her shame deepened in real time.
Seeing her like that sparked a faint mischievous urge.
When had he ever dreamed of witnessing Amelia in such a state?
"Lady Amelia."
"...Yes..."
"You're incredibly wet."
Indeed.
Amelia's lower mouth was drenched enough that his thumb might slip right off if he wasn't careful.
A briny yet pleasant scent—like an exquisite animal musk—filled his nostrils in real time.
"Huuuu..."
At Si-woo's teasing, Amelia let out a strange sigh and snapped her thighs shut.
She sulked petulantly afterward, as if indignant.
"Don't... say things like that..."
"Could you show me a little more?"
As he slipped his arms between her springy thighs, he felt Amelia's pulse throbbing through her body.
She jolted at his request.
"If... that's what Si-woo wants..."
"Thank you."
"W-Wait...! Si-woo... this is too much...!"
Si-woo gently caught Amelia's legs as they tried to close and spread them wider.
But not passively, as she expected.
He held her flexible thighs open wide enough to expose not just her pussy, but her anus completely.
Now he could see her pussy and rear entrance crystal clear.
True to form, even Amelia's asshole was beautiful—wrinkles like pursed lips, pristine rather than vulgar, glistening from the nectar that had trickled down earlier.
With her legs splayed, her loosened labia revealed their inner pink entirely, twitching as if awaiting penetration.
"This pose is... too... too vulgar..."
Amelia protested in a feeble voice, her lower lip quivering nonstop.
Lower lip?
Only then did Si-woo recall his original intent.
He'd gotten lost in admiration, rationality flying out the window for a moment.
"Come to think of it, I took them off to kiss you there, right?"
"Y-Yes... K-Kiss...? Si-woo...? No way...! Haa...!"
Amelia, who'd also been distracted, seemed to realize something and cried out urgently.
But with her legs spread like she was in stirrups, a light brush over her exposed clit turned her protest into a sweet moan.
The sensation at his fingertips was unexpectedly firm.
Proof of blood rushing there, her body aflame.
Along with her arousal, it showed his devoted foreplay hadn't been in vain.
-Squeeze, squeeze.
"Is it okay to kiss you here?"
"Ha-ut... Hah... Ah, ah, aaang..."
Si-woo's touch was skilled.
Her clit, rediscovering its purpose after long neglect.
As he teased the pleasure organ back and forth with his thumb, Amelia couldn't muster a proper rebuttal, shuddering under fireworks of ecstasy exploding before her eyes.
"Ah... Ack...! Haaang...! Aaang...!"
Shocked that her body could feel such sensations, yet unable to resist the waves crashing through her lower belly.
Even as Si-woo merely rolled the nub gently with his fingertip, her labia twitched, sucking inward.
Si-woo waited no longer.
He slid between her legs, nudging the skin aside.
In the thrill she'd never known, Amelia's clit throbbed vulgarly, its pointed tip straining skyward like a cry of outrage.
"Si-woo... Si-woo... Not there...! Hau...!"
And when his lips lightly engulfed the tip.
Amelia's splayed legs hammered down on Si-woo's back like mallets.
Thanks to his superhuman durability, it barely hurt, but now he bore her lower body's weight.
Her hips lifted on their own, but her flailing legs lacked real strength, so it wasn't taxing.
The lewd heat and intense throbbing emanating from Amelia's pussy right under his chin.
The hypersensitive nub panting up and down within his lips.
A mere light kiss had brought her to the brink of climax.
Si-woo sensed the signs and lavished the bud with soft tongue strokes.
"Ah... Aaa... Hic...! Hiiic...! Si-woo...! Si-woo...!"
Her cries grew frantic, as if fleeing something, breath ragged.
"Hrgh...! Gruuuh...!"
Amelia's ass lifted off the bed.
Legs braced on Si-woo's shoulders and broad back, her body stiffened, hips floating upward.
Amelia's first orgasm ever.
In absolute terms, a mild peak—a mere handful compared to true pleasure.
But not for her.
Having lived isolated from sexual bliss, never even masturbating properly, it was an utterly unforeseen, razor-sharp ecstasy.
"Huu... Ng...! Ung...!"
Normally, he might pursue relentlessly for multiples.
But Si-woo released her quivering, electrified legs.
Pushing too hard on a first time felt impolite.
"Ah... Th-This... How...?"
Amelia panted heavily, trying to process what happened.
The kiss there, a light tongue flick—and fireworks bursting in her mind.
Her throat making lewd sounds unbidden, body losing control in spasms.
Coming to, goosebumps prickled her skin, tears welled like dewdrops at her eyes.
And her clit, branded by pleasure, asserted itself more boldly than ever.
She realized she'd climaxed—flaunting it before Si-woo, her first ever.
"Uuu... Uu..."
In that shame, she yanked over a pillow and buried herself completely.
Just too mortifying.
"You're incredibly sensitive."
"I don't know...! I hate you, Si-woo. I hate you..."
Her whiny, childish sulk was understandable.
Amelia's chastity was stricter than most orthodox witches.
With her girlish sensitivity, allowing a kiss on her spread pussy brought unimaginable humiliation.
"You did it to me too, Lady Amelia."
As she hid, Si-woo climbed up, stroking her hair.
Absurdly adorable.
Flitting between lewd and cute, he burned to devour her right then.
"Lady Amelia."
"......"
"Going to sleep like this?"
"......"
No response, so he slyly slipped a hand between her legs.
Her soft pubes scattered pleasantly against his palm.
She jolted at his touch, clutching the pillow tighter.
"If you're too embarrassed today... should we stop?"
"......"
Her thighs, sealed like a clam, parted slowly—as if craving his touch.
No words, but affirmation.
Yet caressing her like this felt wasteful.
He wanted to see her face, missed earlier.
As his hand stilled, the pillow dipped slightly, peeking her eyes.
Tears glistened at the corners, from enduring shame.
"Shall I continue?"
"Please..."
"What should I do for you?"
"Whatever Si-woo wants..."
"I won't if you don't like it, Lady Amelia."
Si-woo teased lightly, but Amelia was deadly serious.
Only her nose bridge visible, yet her inner conflict shone—like a child asked, "Mommy or Daddy?"
"Keep... touching me..."
"Then remove the pillow."
Brief hesitation.
Amelia nodded slowly, tossed the pillow—and startled.
The loose negligee had slipped.
In her flailing and clutching, one breast had popped free.
A pale cherry blossom areola, blooming elegantly like a flower calyx.
Waterdrop-shaped, soft enough to yield in one hand yet perfectly stable.
Its untouched tip perked lewdly, nipple erect.
"Your breasts are beautiful too, Lady Amelia."
"Eut...!"
Si-woo seized her breast without hesitation.
Plush softness, firm nipple pressing into his palm.
As parted lips nibbled the nipple lightly, full foreplay commenced.