Chapter 540
Chapter 540
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 540
Chapter Title: New Sensations (6)
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People often mistake SM play for simply liking to hit or be hit, but in reality, it's much closer to deriving pleasure from controlling or being controlled.
That's why acts like being tickled or teased in a state where resistance is impossible also qualify as soft SM play.
That was the gist of Professor Takasho's lecture.
Anyway, the finely honed tip of the feather glided smoothly across her skin, sharp as a well-sharpened dagger.
"Kyaaak...! Kyahaha...!"
Every time the swaying brown feather tip poked at her navel, Rurye writhed and burst into laughter, as if she might die from the tickling.
"H-how much longer! Is it almost over?"
"About ten minutes have passed, Your Majesty."
"...When this is done, I won't let you off easy! I'll tickle you mercilessly too! My wrath is heavy! Kyahaha...!"
Like fishing, there had been a nibble just moments ago, but that didn't guarantee landing a trophy fish.
Her reaction to the navel stimulation was definitely different from before, but it wasn't quite at the level of "I felt something!" all at once.
That said, there was one clear change...
"Kyahaha...! Haa... haa..."
Rurye, who had been squirming and thrashing nonstop, now let out sporadic hot sighs amid her laughter.
It wasn't just from the effort of holding back the tickling.
These were lascivious sighs, distinct from those born of physical or mental fatigue.
Her lips, which had only curved upward in laughter, now rippled strangely, unsure where to turn.
"Th-this feels weird... It tickles, but it's tickling strangely... Haa... haa..."
"That's a good sign."
Up until now, he'd been gently stroking areas somewhat distant from her erogenous zones, like her navel, sides, or lower chest.
As Rurye's thighs twitched and clenched in contraction and release, he slyly caressed them while shifting his target.
Her nipples, which had only felt ticklish despite being wetted with saliva earlier.
Starting with light taps, Rurye's body began to tremble even more violently.
"Ngh... hng..."
From her half-open mouth, the laughter faded, replaced by plaintive sighs like those of a mewling cat in heat.
This was proof that he was finally stimulating her sexual senses effectively.
And then...
"Ahh...!"
As he teasingly circled the nipple's tip, Rurye let out a sharp cry, revealing a sight Siwoo had never witnessed before.
Her nipples, which had remained soft and pliant even when he sucked and rolled them in his mouth moments ago, now hardened into stiff peaks pointing skyward.
Usually, one finds them already erect or feels them harden while sucking, so observing the raw process of a nipple standing up like this was a first.
Injecting adult pleasures into a pristine body untouched by sexual experience—or even proper arousal—brought a subtle thrill of corruption and conquest.
"Hng, wh-what is this...?"
"Ah, this just means it feels good."
"It doesn't feel good...! Hii...! This weird tickling, ngh... hng... ngh..."
He toyed relentlessly with the feather.
Circling the areola smoothly, then flicking the pointed tip against the peak before pressing it side to side ever so slightly.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Each time, Rurye bucked her hips and twisted her body.
Her breasts heaved up and down sharply with her ragged breaths.
Even her abdomen, unrelated to the nipples, twitched visibly.
"Ngh... hngh... ngh..."
Her rough breathing morphed straight into moans.
Rurye fidgeted restlessly, groaning in frustration.
Before, her writhing had felt like an attempt to escape the feather; now, it carried a note of desperation and need.
Yes.
No matter how persistent the stimulation, a feather was still just a feather.
It couldn't deliver the firm touch needed for proper caressing.
As a result, even as Rurye began to feel arousal, the ticklishness diluted her pleasure to a mere fraction.
And finally, the blatant evidence appeared.
Rurye lay spread-eagled, and between her legs, the gray cotton panties concealing her pussy.
A faint stain began to spread at its center.
"Hng... ngh... nngh..."
The normally loud and chatty Rurye was now in full manners mode.
Time to make a decision.
Keep tormenting her breasts, or move on to assaulting the panties she was desperately guarding?
The former would reliably heat her up further but take time; the latter risked her rejecting everything outright.
After a brief deliberation, he chose the latter.
He simply couldn't hold back any longer.
"Your Majesty."
"Ngh, wh-what...?"
"Do you want to feel even better?"
"It doesn't... feel good at all... It's just... weird...!"
For someone like Rurye, who had never even masturbated or felt sexual excitement.
He seized the opening while she was disoriented by these novel sensations.
"I'll help make it feel even better."
"Ah... Wh-what are you doing right now?!"
With a shadow dagger conjured in an instant, he snipped the sides of her gray cotton panties.
Even she seemed to hold the conviction that her 'down there' must not be seen carelessly.
As expected, Rurye recoiled in horror.
But Siwoo gave her no chance to thrash or protest, stripping the panties completely.
Like peeling off a diaper, the panties slipped away, revealing her pussy in disarray.
Unbefitting her queenly dignity, Rurye's pussy was bald and smooth, not a single hair in sight.
The plump mound, never penetrated even by a finger, was thicker than Yesod Count's, its suspension taut and tight. The slightly slick folds were no different from a mature woman's.
Above all, the star attraction: her clitoris, peeking out like a pearl nestled in its shell.
Its presence had been so pronounced even through her panties that now it twitched as if begging to be touched.
Rurye, distracted by the feather play until now, finally realized what was happening.
"St-stop that! How dare you touch my body as you please... Haa...!"
He silenced her formal protest by pressing his fingertip firmly against her clit.
"Hiiik...!"
Just a light press, and her complaint vanished back into her throat.
At the same time, Rurye's hips lifted slightly.
After being gently teased on her nipples with the feather, the sudden pressure on her densely packed clit sent her entire body into overdrive.
-Drip!
As if flipping a love juice switch, her pussy squirted fluid onto the panty scraps beneath her ass.
Not satisfied, he dove back into her breasts, biting down greedily as before.
His lips enveloped her luscious fruit softly as his tongue lapped at the nipples craving stimulation.
"Haaaaang...!"
After a mere twenty minutes of investment, Rurye finally uttered a moan befitting a female in heat.
He felt the ruby pearl under his lightly resting fingertip hardening steadily.
"Hng...! Ah... uuuh... uwoot...!"
Her adorable thrashing each time her nipple rolled under his tongue was irresistible.
"St-stop...! Hiuut...! Stop right now!"
Even in her mana-depleted state, Rurye could easily break these restraints.
Yet she seemed to have forgotten that, merely flailing helplessly.
He didn't stop.
It was a lightning-fast shift in momentum.
After arbitrarily stripping her panties, he plunged straight into caresses, overwhelming her with unfamiliar sensations.
By the time protests arose over his clit play, he'd already edged her toward climax, stealing her senses.
Instead, he clung to her breasts, lavishing them with attention while slowly moving his fingers.
This allowed him to escalate the intensity fluidly, without giving her mind time to properly resist.
"I told you to stop...! I-I'm gonna pee!"
"Your Majesty is an astral body, aren't you?"
"Huuung, hii, b-but it feels like it's coming...!"
Seeing the ever haughty Rurye beg so desperately tipped the scales: the guilt of toying with her ignorance gave way to raw conquest.
Besides, wasn't her response unfolding exactly as planned?
No—faster than expected.
Whether ticklishness correlated with erogenous sensitivity was unclear, but Rurye's responsiveness was exceptional.
Within seconds of proper stimulation, she teetered on the brink of her first orgasm.
"Hit...! Hit, hiyang...!"
Orgasm: a convulsive release of built-up pleasure through contractions and relaxations.
The moment her knees drew together tightly, her hips arched, and her pussy prepared to spray...
"Haaaang...?"
He halted every caress precisely then.
Grabbing the feather again, he now teased her desperately twitching clit, as if pleading "Please let me cum...!"
"Haat... nngh... nngh...!"
Her hypersensitive clit, right on the edge, registered even a feather's graze as intense stimulation.
But no matter how sensitive Rurye was, this level of tease wouldn't make her cum.
Even if it could, it'd take at least an hour.
Just moments ago, she'd dismissed it as bewilderment—"I need to pee"—but by now, she must realize.
That a little more stimulation back then would have plunged her into ecstasy.
"Hngh...! Nngh...!"
For Rurye, who had nearly climaxed, this was maddeningly teasing foreplay.
Proof: she was now moving her hips herself, desperately rubbing her clit against the feather tip.
In mere minutes, the woman whose nipples showed no reaction to sucking.
The one utterly unfazed by being seen naked, now bucking her hips for a mere feather on her clit—it was beyond arousing.
Unable to endure, Rurye flushed crimson and spoke.
"More..."
Ironically, this blossoming arousal taught Rurye the feeling of shame.
Or perhaps, pleading with Siwoo now struck her as humiliating.
"Touch me more..."
"Like this?"
Just like with her nipples earlier, he circled her clit with the feather held like a dagger, making her toes curl wildly.
"No...! No more feathers! Nghat... hat..."
"You begged me to stop because it felt like you were going to pee."
"It's fine now...! Now I see it's not pee... hat... so... with your hand..."
Not swept up in the moment—this was clear permission.
No need to hold back any longer.