Chapter 472
Chapter 472
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 472
Chapter Title: Amelia's First Ecstasy
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-Creak... creak... creak... creak...
Unfortunately, the wooden bed in the shop that Sophia had procured for them wasn't all that great.
Even Siwoo, who had patiently waited for Amelia to adjust before moving his hips ever so slowly, couldn't stop the damn thing from squeaking noisily.
"Haa... haa..."
Their fingers were tightly interlocked, as if neither would ever let go.
Despite her outwardly cold appearance, Amelia's body was incredibly hot.
Especially her inner walls—they writhed around him like the heart of a blast furnace.
"Siwoo..."
At first, Amelia had only felt pain.
But it wasn't just her physical inexperience; the tension and fear of her first time had played a big part too.
Now that it had fully melted away...
Amelia could vividly feel every twitch and movement of Siwoo's cock inside her.
And rightly so—his massive shaft was beastly in size, completely filling her tight depths.
A moan-tinged whimper escaped her lips unbidden.
"Ugh... it's... too big..."
"Does it hurt?"
At her words, Siwoo immediately froze, his face etched with worry as he stopped moving entirely.
His eyes scanned her earnestly, ever vigilant in case she felt any pain.
Amelia was overjoyed by it.
Her chest swelled with such happiness that she felt her heart might burst, thinking she could die right then without a single regret.
She wiped away the tears that kept welling up and shook her head.
"Feels... good..."
The pain of penetration had faded, and her female body slowly began reclaiming its pleasure.
-Squelch... squelch... squelch...
The slick sounds of her arousal grew thicker with each thrust of his hips, now almost like splashes of water.
Her half-open mouth refused to close, spilling out husky sighs endlessly.
The pleasure from her depths was distinctly different from the sharp jolts at her clit.
Amelia writhed in the unfamiliar bliss of being filled, her delicate lashes fluttering wildly.
A drug-like euphoria mixed with a subtle building heat, gradually filling her lower belly.
"Hoo..."
Siwoo wiped the sweat beading on his forehead and savored the sight before him.
Amelia looked so fragile at a glance, but she had the perfect feminine curves.
Her glistening labia, slick with juices; the elegant line from her waist to her hips; her cute breasts bouncing up and down—it all shifted from artistic beauty to raw, sensual admiration in his eyes.
And Siwoo had already inhaled her scent deeply.
He was only holding back his urge to ravage every inch of her with immense self-control and care.
Her inner walls, now adapting to his cock, had gone from rigidly tight to soft and plush, perfectly accommodating his male desire.
Slow sex like this wasn't bad, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave seeing Amelia lost in ecstasy.
Siwoo spread his knees slightly wider.
Instead of pounding away, he planned to target her weak spots meticulously and relentlessly.
-Squish...!
"Ah..."
Amelia's eyes widened at the sudden shift in sensation, staring up at Siwoo.
She noticed the bloodshot veins in his eyes and his ragged breathing.
As she tilted her head in confusion amid her first-time bliss...
-Squelch!
"Ack...!"
Amelia felt her hips buck involuntarily.
Her whole body had been simmering with sweet arousal for a while now.
His cock filled her so completely that she could feel every vein and contour, and each movement brought a liberating pleasure.
-Squelch!
"Haaang...!"
As Siwoo thrust slowly once more...
Amelia startled at the lewd moan bursting from her own throat and clapped a hand over her mouth.
It wasn't just embarrassment at the sound—it had slipped out entirely against her will.
It was the exact same penetration.
Yet suddenly, the sensations intensified, her pleasure swelling explosively.
Her mind filled with the vivid image of oil droplets sizzling over hot coals.
"How... is this... happening...? Haaht...! Hngh...!"
Amelia flailed in confusion, while Siwoo's actions were simple.
Not every erogenous zone is evenly distributed across the genitals, regardless of gender.
Unlike men, whose sensitivity clusters obviously at the glans, a woman's body is like a lock requiring a unique key—each has different weak points.
Targeting her soft cervix or the area behind it would work too.
But for Amelia, still adjusting to his massive girth, repeated deep thrusts risked pain.
So he aimed for her G-spot, just a finger or two deep on the upper wall near the entrance.
Siwoo deliberately pulled back, lifting her hips slightly to adjust the angle.
The effect was perfect.
Her slightly swollen, then recessed G-spot.
Each precise poke made her tremble like a silverfish impaled on a harpoon.
-Squish!
Grinding his glans against it brought a feast of sticky mucosa clamping down hard.
Pretending ignorance, he asked Amelia.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, haaaang...! It feels... so weird..."
Her grip tightened in clear panic.
Siwoo gently took her flailing hand, not just to reassure her.
It was a subtle restraint, keeping her from covering her face or squirming away.
His slick cock withdrew almost fully before slamming back like a battering ram breaching her defenses.
-Schlup!
"Hngh...!"
A precise strike that would've triggered a critical hit in a game.
Her inner thighs clenched tight, squeezing his shaft with vise-like pressure.
It was astonishing to feel such intense grip amid all that slickness.
"This spot's sensitive, huh."
"Haat...! Ungh...!"
The tiniest movements drew dramatic reactions from Amelia.
Her eyes, a mix of anticipation and fear, and her fragile writhing ignited his barely suppressed conquest lust.
It felt like painting freely on a blank canvas.
Teaching her ignorant body the ways of pleasure.
What struck him anew was the superiority of being her first in everything.
Stripping elegant Amelia bare like a blooming flower in a secret golden garden, spreading her legs wide.
Teasing out her shy buds and toying with them at will.
Awakening her sensitive spots one by one with his cock.
Watching her prim etiquette crumble into a messy grimace from this angle.
And soon, thoroughly painting her untouched depths with his thick white seed.
Privileges granted only to Siwoo.
He wanted to know more, see more.
Dark desire burned to hear her sweet cries, watch her beg and cling to him.
With no more cries of pain from Amelia, he released her hand and gripped her waist and hips.
"Si... Siwoo, why'd you let go..."
But as she dazedly groped for his hand amid the intoxicating new sensations...
The real pistoning began.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah, ngh... Ah... Ah... Haaht...!"
The pleasure, which Siwoo's caution had kept to a mere tease on her tongue...
Suddenly ballooned.
His refined, battle-hardened hipwork hammered her weak spot relentlessly.
Amelia's eyes rolled back, whites showing everywhere.
But this time, it wasn't pain.
A pleasure utterly unlike her clit stimulation.
The soft pastel bliss of penetration had twisted into a venomous hot pink.
Her breath hitched to her throat, blood turning to sugar syrup in a whirlwind of sweet rapture.
The dam burst suddenly; she reflexively grabbed his wrist.
"Haaaang...! Si... Siwoo, wait... just a bit... Haaaang...!"
She didn't hate it.
She just wanted time to adjust to the overwhelming newness.
But...
-Schlup! Schlup! Schlup!
"Hik...! Heek...! Hooot... Haaaaang...!"
Siwoo, who had fussed so sweetly at her slightest discomfort, ignored her plea and thrust harder.
He knew.
Her protests weren't from discomfort.
Her cute toes curled like a hawk's talons on prey; her hips twisted to flee him—obvious signs.
Her pussy spasmed in near-convulsive clenches and releases with his quickening pace.
He felt her elastic ass firming under his supporting hand from the building ecstasy.
"Haaat...! Haaaang...! Siwoooo...!"
A dizzying vertigo gripped her, as if her body might slide off the bed.
Her arms flailed, clawing sheets, gripping his wrist before falling limp.
Having lived an almost nun-like life of abstinence, this popping stimulation was too intense for her brain—like when she'd teared up over steamed kimchi.
Each jab at her ultra-sensitive spot amplified the pleasure.
Every time she thought, 'No more? Not here too?', another wave crashed mockingly.
She couldn't endure it.
Foamy arousal bubbled from the pistoning, delivering pure bliss.
Amelia's slender body coiled tighter and tighter.
Sweat and juices soaked the white sheets amid her ceaseless, pleading moans drilling into his ears, senses blurring.
-Clench...!
Her pussy, obediently molding to his shape, suddenly resisted fiercely.
It narrowed at the entrance, desperately trying to push him out.
Ignoring it, he ground against her tormented G-spot.
"Ah..."
A dazed sigh escaped Amelia's lips, her voice losing its sultry volume.
Like the brief hover after being shoved off a cliff.
All sensations sharpened instantly.
And then...
The fall came.
If prior pleasures were fresh fruit, this was jam—fruit and sugar boiled down thick.
Shivers from her womb whitened her vision, granting Amelia her peak orgasm.
"Haaaaang...! Haa...! Haa...! Aaaang...!"
Her ecstatic scream rang loud enough for the neighbors.
Disheveled hair forgotten, she thrashed her head, legs kicking wildly unless pressed by his thighs.
Her ragged, panting breaths sounded like bellows stoking greater pleasure.
Crucially, her pussy's rapid contractions milked him in a way no feigned orgasm could fake—proof she'd climaxed spectacularly.
