Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Late-Night Tutoring (4)
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The room was utterly still.
In the midst of that bizarre tension, thick as a taut spiderweb, the only sounds were Odile's ragged breaths and the soft, rhythmic slide of fingers moving back and forth.
"Hmph... hmm..."
His finger slipped into her more easily than he'd expected.
Maybe it was because he'd chosen his slender ring finger, of all digits?
One knuckle slid in without resistance, then withdrew smoothly, over and over.
The hot, slick grip of the scented oil.
Siwoo took his time observing, touching, and feeling her body in ways he hadn't fully savored before.
"A-Are you... all right?"
The atmosphere was thick with erotic tension.
His voice came out hoarse and metallic, strained from nerves pulled too tight.
And Odile's rear entrance was a captivating magical hole.
Just one finger filled it so completely—how had he ever managed to push his cock in there? Even now, touching it, he could hardly believe it.
"Y-Yeah... it's... not bad yet."
Odile answered without once glancing back.
Was it his imagination, or did her voice sound a little breathless?
Siwoo swallowed hard, adjusting the angle of his finger.
He cupped her entire ass with his palm for support, pushing a little deeper.
With his other fingers spreading her cheeks, he could slide even further in.
"Ha... uh..."
There was a reaction.
Her slender back arched into a graceful curve, and her ass clenched tight around his finger like it was trying to pull him in.
Odile herself was seductive enough, but her body was pure temptation.
Without thinking, Siwoo started sliding his finger in and out, watching her responses.
He was controlling the brazen, selfish Odile with nothing but his ring finger.
When he pushed in, her heels lifted like she was trying to escape; when he pulled out, her body shivered with a hot sigh.
Every one of those bewitching reactions felt like it was seducing him.
-Plop!
"Eek!"
His finger popped out completely amid Odile's gasp.
The ring finger just wasn't flexible enough for more than one knuckle.
"W-Why'd you pull it out?"
"It's a bit awkward with this finger. Just bear with me a second."
So Siwoo switched to his longest, most flexible middle finger.
He rubbed the tip against her rear, already well-coated with oil, then slowly pushed in.
"Hau... hau... hau..."
Odile's mouth hung open, her breaths coming in strange, ragged bursts.
Each time the bumpy knuckle sank into the hot, fleshy ring, her breathing grew louder.
Siwoo was starting to lose a bit of his self-control to those sensual reactions.
The male instinct to bring pleasure to the female.
The conquest of controlling a noble apprentice witch with just his fingering.
It wasn't purely for the experiment anymore—his own desires were creeping in.
A primal urge to make her feel even better, to see her more disheveled.
-Squish squish squish squish
"Ngh... haa... ngh... hng..."
With the stronger, longer middle finger in play, the teasing grew more intense.
The wet squelching sounds grew louder.
Her reactions, once gentle ripples on a misty lake, turned rough and wild.
Siwoo steadied her flexibly arched waist with one hand.
Through the gap in her nightgown—hiked up from slipping his hand into her drawers—he felt the soft curve of her side and hip.
No excess fat, yet plush and yielding—the perfect handle.
"Ah... uh... uh..."
Siwoo already knew.
That Odile was feeling pleasure from behind.
Her request had been, "Will it really feel good if we do it together?"—which meant no more teasing was needed.
But he didn't stop.
He didn't tell her that, either.
It felt like his brakes had failed completely.
"Uhn... uhn... uuu... hng..."
Odile, who had been standing with her hips thrust back a little, suddenly crumpled.
Her arms, braced on the bed, sank to her elbows. With her upper body lowered, her ass stuck up high.
Her drawers had slipped halfway down from the vigorous motion, baring her pale cheeks.
"Hoo..."
Siwoo's eyes, bloodshot, began moving his hand with dazzling speed.
No special technique—just faster strokes.
"Hnnng... mmph... heek..."
That alone made Odile's legs tremble visibly.
Her thighs, tense to the limit, twitched sporadically.
Was it even possible to cum from the back?
Honestly, Siwoo had no idea what it felt like.
Still, he wanted to take her to the peak with his own hand, just once.
-Squelch squelch squelch
"Uk... uk... heuk..."
Odile's erotic breaths quickened, her pitch rising like climbing scales.
She thought burying her face in the sheets muffled it, but in the quiet room, her sweet moans rang clear and unfiltered.
And then climax hit.
"Haaang...!"
Each time Siwoo stirred his hand, her floating waist suddenly dropped.
Like an electric shock, her body jerked wildly, popping his finger free from her rear.
Startled by the intensity, Siwoo stepped back.
That gave him a full view of Odile's luscious backside.
"Hah... hah... heuk..."
Above her half-slipped drawers, her untouched rear entrance clenched and relaxed rhythmically.
Her legs, barely holding her up, shook like a newborn giraffe's, while her waist bounced up and down like she was dancing.
"Oh..."
Amid observing her sensual rear view, what shocked Siwoo most was elsewhere.
The drawers pressed against her pussy.
The white fabric at the crotch was soaked dark gray.
Witches didn't need bathrooms for this—the meaning was crystal clear.
"Haa..."
Her tremors settled like an earthquake fading.
A hot sigh signaled the end of this lewd experiment.
Siwoo had nothing to say.
His own underwear was probably soaked with pre-cum too. It ached fiercely.
Odile, face buried in the bed, cautiously glanced back.
Her eyes burned with hot lust.
"W-What are you doing? Assistant."
"Huh?"
"You said... you'd help with the experiment."
Her voice was giddy, her words something Siwoo never expected.
Help with the experiment?
"Didn't I just do that?"
"I... told you... I wanted to know if your hand could make me feel good."
Siwoo blinked in confusion.
Hadn't she just cum from behind?
The movements and reactions were anything but ordinary.
Plus, with her drawers that soaked, he'd assumed she'd orgasmed.
"It's not over yet. I didn't feel a thing. It's no different from when I do it alone..."
Odile peeked at him briefly, then averted her eyes and whined as their gazes met.
"What are you waiting for, Assistant? We have to... k-keep experimenting."
Is she crazy?
Even the oblivious Siwoo could see why she was acting this way.
She'd felt pleasure from the fingering almost immediately, trembling the whole time.
And the relentless fingering had taken her to climax.
Like a turkey thinking no one would notice with its head in the sand, her lie was transparent.
Why play coy?
Because she wanted more?
"Didn't it already feel good?"
Amid his surging arousal, Siwoo's last shred of conscience sought confirmation.
"What are you talking about? I didn't feel anything."
Her eyes darted everywhere as she brazenly lied.
"Then let's try a bit more."
Normally, he'd say, "If you can't feel anything from this, your theory must be wrong," and end it.
But ignoring that naughty display? Any man who could wasn't a man at all.
Even the three sages would choose as he did—no doubt.
"Wait, Assistant."
Having second thoughts now?
Odile grabbed his hand as he reached for her drawers again.
Siwoo paused, half disappointed, half relieved.
"Yes, Odile?"
"Um... I thought about it... and maybe a finger isn't enough."
"What do you mean...?"
"You know... when I felt good before, it wasn't your finger... it was your cock, Assistant..."
Siwoo gulped.
He waited quietly for her to finish.
Odile peeked over her shoulder, startled when their eyes met, and whipped her gaze forward again.
"I know doing it... like this from behind is embarrassing. And me, an apprentice witch, connecting with you, a slave assistant... it's a bit shameful anyway."
"Yes."
She was beating around the bush.
Maybe she wanted him to say it first.
After a long silence with no response, Odile finally spoke up.
"But it's not our first time, right? First times are hard, but second ones are easy... so, um... that is... like last time... just..."
Siwoo swallowed again.
"J-Just the tip... really just a tiny bit?"
Just the tip?
How the hell was he supposed to hold back?
"Is that really okay?"
"Don't get any weird ideas... it's just extending the experiment..."
Siwoo glanced down at his throbbing erection, ready to burst.
Then at Odile's swaying hips right in front of him.
Last time, it'd been just one bound insertion on the sofa.
This time, he could grab her waist and go wild.
Full satisfaction possible.
"Hurry up, Assistant! Are you gonna do it or not?"
Her embarrassment boiling over, Odile snapped irritably.
Proposing anal like she was getting a shot—plausible she'd lash out from shame, given her usual personality.
Of course, her desire for more pleasure outweighed it.
They'd done it once before.
This time, he'd savor it thoroughly.
Siwoo hooked his fingers into her drawers.
He had to pull them down to thrust.
"Wait—just... don't take them off all the way. Pull them down a little."
"L-Like this?"
"Yeah... just like that."
He tugged the elastic, sliding her drawers down.
A woman's pussy and anus were so close, separated only by the perineum—Odile's honey-slick petals came into view, already glistening.
The wrinkled entrance, shiny with oil, and the plump, clenched flesh below.
He could put it in there.
"You know? Just the tip, okay?"
"Yes, got it."
With that, Siwoo pulled his cock from his pants and aimed at Odile's rear.