Chapter 474
Chapter 474
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 474
Chapter Title: Chapter 474 - #100_예속(3)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 474
Chapter Title: Subjugation (3)
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The single room, pieced together from the attic space, reeked of sweat and steam—a hazy fog of raw, carnal heat. Amid it all, the two of them sailed the stormy seas of ecstasy aboard their creaking bed, transformed into a sturdy galleon.
"Hng...! Hii...! Haah...!"
The position Siwoo had chosen was doggy style.
But with a subtle twist.
First, he had Amelia kneel on the bed, then brought her heels together demurely, like a penitent statue frozen in contrition.
Siwoo pressed in tight from behind, spreading his knees to cradle her flushed, apple-round ass right in the center.
He rubbed his saliva-slick shaft against her far stickier, molten folds before sliding in.
Then, rearing up his torso to pull her into an embrace—perfection.
Amelia arched her back, thrusting her hips rearward like the elegant figurehead of a ship. Nestled snugly in Siwoo's arms, she could barely twitch, reduced to helpless gasps under the relentless waves of pleasure crashing over her.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Siwoo... haaah... Siwoo... ah...!"
"Hoo... hoo..."
Any gentleness for Amelia's first time was long gone.
Her insides had melted into perfect pliancy, greedily sucking Siwoo's cock all the way to her womb's entrance without a hint of resistance.
This flawless position Takasho had mentioned offhand had advantages galore.
First off, the intimacy.
Amelia's back pressed flush against Siwoo's chest.
His root-deep thrust let him savor every inch, from her entrance to the hilt where it could go no further.
Plus, with her body captured in his embrace, he could tease her clit or breasts at will.
Putting those perks to use, one hand twisted and pinched her nipples while the other toyed with that cute little bud like a favorite plaything.
Each time, her shudders of delight rippled through him, her body quaking in ecstasy.
The only drawback? With their hips locked pelvis-to-pelvis at maximum depth, his hip movement was somewhat restricted.
But with Siwoo's massive tool, that was trivial.
Every gentle swivel of his hips ground his glans against her plump cervix, sending Amelia clawing at his thighs in rapture.
'That rubbing... feels... so... good...!'
At first, her fragmented pleas had formed clumsy sentences. Now, she was nothing but a slave to sensation.
Her brilliant mind, drowned in bliss from womb-shattering climaxes every few minutes, flickered only with pleasure.
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
Her depths churned like fresh whipped cream, battered relentlessly by his rod from cervix to core. Amelia sensed yet another peak building—who knew how many this was.
Her spine tingled; tears streamed endlessly.
A beast-in-heat moan escaped her as her pussy clenched his cock impossibly tighter.
"Hiii...! Aaah... haaah...!"
Amelia reflexively grabbed Siwoo's hand mauling her breasts, her hips bucking wildly.
Her pussy spasmed out of control, squirting endlessly like a broken faucet.
"Haaah... aaaah... aaaah..."
Too busy moaning to breathe properly.
Whenever she crested, Siwoo paused just long enough for a brief reprieve.
-Drip... drip...
Their airtight seal forced her gushing nectar to overflow.
Droplets rained down, soaking her neatly pressed heels beneath her pussy.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
It was terrifying.
Her mind was going blank.
"Need a little break?"
"Hii...!"
Siwoo kneaded her bouncy breasts roughly with one palm while tweaking her perky nipples with the other.
Amelia's slick little feet knocked together anxiously, her body tensing.
"You really love having your tits pinched, huh."
Pleasure was sweet.
The afterglow of orgasm, chased by secondary and tertiary waves before it could fade.
Enough to shatter fragile reason.
But add just a hint of pain...
Like bitter coffee cutting through dessert, it jolted her numbed body awake.
Letting her feel that layered climax fresh all over again.
"Never imagined Lady Amelia was such a lewd woman."
"That's...! Because... Siwoo keeps... tormenting me... ah...!"
"It's not torment if you love having your nipples pinched."
"No... it's not...!"
Amelia reflexively denied it.
Even if she'd vowed to grant his every wish, some truths were too much to admit.
She'd already shown him plenty of embarrassing sights, but confessing 'being tormented feels good' was another matter entirely.
It struck at her pride as a chaste woman before her witchly dignity.
"Really?"
"Ugh...!"
A sharp sting.
His fingers punished her obvious lie, twisting her nipple hard.
And at once, her secret depths clenched his cock in eager delight—vividly felt.
That sensation reached Siwoo too.
With how tightly they clung, it was inevitable.
"I'm... not... that kind of lewd woman..."
Her voice trembled as his fingertips circled and teased her nipple mercilessly.
"Hah... but if it's what Siwoo wants... you can torment me... haa...! As much as you like..."
Reason creeping back post-climax made her guilty fib itch; she offered it as half-excuse.
Then his breath hot against her ear, teeth nibbling her lobe.
"Be honest with me, and I'll be thrilled. Does it really feel bad?"
"......"
Caught off-guard by his plea after her knee-jerk lie, Amelia wavered.
But such earnest begging changed things.
Telling the truth would make him happy.
Yet it was mortifying—might paint her a harlot in his eyes.
"......"
Siwoo gave her floundering self all the time she needed.
Finally, after an eternity, her stammering words came.
"T-truth is... I like it..."
"How do you like it?"
In this pose, Siwoo couldn't see her face.
But her pale golden hair parted to reveal ears blazing redder than ever.
"When Siwoo... pinches... my nipples..."
"More detail."
-Squish!
"Hik!"
To coax her confession, he leisurely ground into her depths, fondling her sensitive tip every which way.
The effect was immediate.
Amid hot sighs, Amelia spilled her shameful secrets.
"Haa... When Siwoo... shoves it deep inside... and rubs... and torments my nipples like this... haa... my head... goes blank... can't think... I turn into an idiot... haaang..."
Even with all grudges gone and true reconciliation...
The Amelia Siwoo had watched longest was haughty, imperious.
Now kneeling to take his cock, confessing her deepest shame while blushing furiously? Pure arousal overload.
It ignited a monstrous conquest lust.
"So, what do you want me to do from now on?"
He felt her gulp heavily.
The head-exploding shame made her voice quiver—transmitted perfectly.
"Keep... turning me into an idiot... please..."
No one could hear such a filthy plea and refuse.
2.
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ahng! Ahng! Haaang! Uuung...! Haaang...!"
His rock-hard cock savagely pounded Amelia's painfully tight pussy.
On the drenched sheets soaked through with her juices, she knelt with her ass hiked high against the bedframe.
What did that mean?
It meant a front-row view of her twitching anus, her fresh-apple-firm cheeks, and the way her pussy lips clung and tugged along his shaft with every withdrawal.
A full-course feast, ravaging from G-spot to cervix in one brutal stroke.
Each spasm of her graceful spine sent dizzying pleasure surging through him.
"Huaa... ang... hik... huung...!"
No need to pinch her nipples—Siwoo dominated her effortlessly.
Amelia wept.
Sobbing, clawing the sheets, occasionally pawing weakly at Siwoo's arms gripping her ass, only for her hands to slip away.
Maybe 1% of the fluids splattered across the bed were her tears.
"Lady Amelia, keep talking."
"Hik...!"
Siwoo gripped her ass tighter, urging her on.
His pistoning hips never slowed.
Adrift in trance, Amelia clawed back reason to beg forgiveness.
"S-sorry...! Forgive... me...! Haaang... aaaang...! Ahng!"
Of course, this was part of the play.
Not for past sins or her old prickliness toward him.
But doggy deserved sound effects—silence was no fun.
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
"For what?"
"The sheets...! With my pussy juices...! Haaang...! I dirtied them...!"
So they'd improvised: atonement sex for 'soiling the bed.'
A flick of magic could clean it spotless.
Amelia knew that, so her initial apologies rang awkward, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
But once her womb and pussy fell under full assault—'idiotized,' as she put it...
Her pleas dripped desperation and pathos.
No grudge lingered, but the gap from her prickly past doubled the thrill.
Still, her answer missed the mark.
She'd been taught the perfect phrase but dodged it, too shy to voice it.
"Pussy juices?"
"Hik... hng... hng...!"
Pressing his cock flush, smearing precum across her womb like paint, her shoulders quaked.
Resistance to vulgar words kept her euphemistic—but Siwoo wouldn't let it slide.
"I taught you another one."
"My... p-pu... pussy... water... soaked the bed... I'm sorry..."
Her pitiful voice begged mercy—like he'd blurt, 'It's fine! Lady Amelia's pussy nectar isn't dirty at all!'
Yet his balls churned with savage urge.
"...Forgive me... hiiik...!"
Her defenseless pussy, wrecked by endless orgasms, took another deep plunge.
Now climaxing at a mere touch, Amelia flailed at the signs.
Once more, a thick kiss battered her cervix; her pussy convulsed, sucking him inward.
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Ahng! Haaaang! Aaaang!"
Thrusting hard enough to shatter the bed, Siwoo pinned her thrashing form under his weight.
Her climaxing walls writhed in spasms; deep inside, he glued his glans to her cervix.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Aa...! Aa...! Aa..."
At last, thick ropes of creamy white torrent painted her depths again and again.
Raw creampie into Amelia's apologetic pussy—no condom needed.
Her first internal finish left her quivering in orgasmic storm, shuddering at the twitching cock and scalding seed flooding her.
"Hiiiii..."
Siwoo collapsed atop her.
Her sweat-slick skin still wafted fresh, vibrant scent.
But it wasn't over—he knew that.
Mana replication would soon stir her insides, so he warned the half-dazed Amelia, gasping hotly.
"Something weird's about to happen soon, but don't freak out. It's natural."
"Hng... hng, y-yes... yes..."
Stroking her nodding head as she skipped questions...
"Hm?"
Nothing happened.
Despite the clear creampie, no mana surge, no stigma-copying anomaly—his cock lay dormant.
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