Chapter 583
Chapter 583
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 583
Chapter Title: Dorothy's Irresistible Display
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"Phew."
Dorothy shrugged off her robe and crossed her arms behind her back.
As she unhooked the sleek black bra, her breasts—stifled until now—swayed heavily inside the cups.
She'd known she'd be taking it off soon anyway, but she'd still bothered to slip it on after her shower just to show off this very moment.
"Bras are just so stuffy, you know~?"
Slipping her arms out of the shoulder straps revealed Dorothy's breasts in all their naked glory—something he'd only glimpsed before through clothes or a swimsuit.
Even the size of that discarded full-cup bra suggested each one could easily swallow both of Si-woo's fists.
Si-woo had never put much stock in breast size as a key factor.
Sure, bigger could be prettier and all, but he was a far cry from the bust-obsessed big-tits supremacist type.
Dorothy's breasts made a complete mockery of that mindset.
So massive that even spreading his hand wide wouldn't fully encompass one, overflowing with a maternal softness that begged to be touched.
At the tip sat a pliant, berry-sized nipple, surrounded by areolae blooming like flowers.
Those areolae were a vivid pink and impressively sized, but on Dorothy's enormous chest, they struck a perfect balance without disrupting the harmony.
It was hard to believe breasts that size could defy gravity so completely, holding their flawless teardrop shape.
Even the slightest movement sent them jiggling with terrifying momentum.
"Shall I take these off too?"
Dorothy flashed a wicked grin, her silver eyes glinting, before leaning forward to slowly peel off her panties.
Just from bending over, her breasts dangled downward like those of a milk cow.
Without a mirror, she'll never see her own toes in her life, Si-woo thought instinctively.
The panties slid languidly down her legs in a deliberate display before dropping to the floor with a soft thud, leaving Dorothy utterly nude at last.
Setting aside those magnificent breasts already described, there was her long waist centered on an elegant oval navel, hips wider than her shoulders in a perfect birthing shape, and a neatly groomed mound.
It was a naked form poised decadently between depravity and sanctity—pure allure.
With her striptease concluded, Dorothy hugged her arms around her chest to cover herself.
Of course, that did nothing to hide them fully; her nipples were barely concealed while her other hand shielded her mound as she squirmed coyly.
"Don't stare like you're gonna devour me... It's super scary, you know?"
Her tone betrayed zero fear as she hammed it up.
She eyed Si-woo's reaction with evident amusement, then strode over with a model's confident sway, stopping right in front of him.
"So, what now?"
Her navel hovered at eye level.
Her flawless white skin bore not a single blemish.
Even at this close range, a sweet, milky scent wafted from her—like cream stirred thick with honey.
"What do you mean 'what'? Isn't this already past the top-half stage?"
He tried to stay calm, but damn, those breasts were pure witchcraft.
His gaze kept drifting there involuntarily.
"You said you'd only put it in when you're jerking off and cumming, right?"
"That's right."
Men really were creatures of desire, weren't they?
His other lovers would never find out anyway, and he'd even gotten Lüryu's explicit permission.
Surprisingly, Lüryu had gone so far as to declare, "Don't worry about me—do whatever you need to."
Burying his face in those breasts for some sloppy, sticky sex was, naturally, a tantalizing option.
"Hmm~"
As if reading his mind, Dorothy's toes perched right on top of Si-woo's cock.
It had gone rock-hard the instant he laid eyes on her naked body.
She rubbed it slowly with her foot, smirking down at him.
"You're all swollen up like this, and you wanna end it all boring?"
"That's the deal we made."
"Come onnn~ Don't be like that~"
Seeing his ironclad resolve, she plopped down on the bed and pressed her body flush against his, coquettishly pleading.
With her top already off and just panties on earlier, his arm slotted perfectly between her breasts.
The hefty weight pressing against it, paired with velvet softness molding to his entire side—it was intoxicating.
"Haa~ This is my first time with a guy, for real~ Doesn't that make me a little sad?"
"Sad how?"
"It'd make me feel like total jerk-off cleanup. You'd have your fun solo, use my body like a tissue while I lose my precious virginity—something I've never given anyone—to your sloppy cum... Then you'd toss some pocket change on me like I'm nothing and walk away satisfied..."
Dorothy fake-sobbed dramatically.
Her seduction failing, she was pivoting to pity.
"I'm not doing that. I'll wash you up after. And I don't have any money."
She ignored him, even miming wiping tears.
"How pathetic would that feel~? My first time treated worse than a whore's fuck—I'd clutch my shattered heart, curl up, and stifle sobs. When I scrub off the cum dripping between my legs, I'd break down crying for sure."
Yeah, experiencing her first time like that might bum Dorothy out.
Or... knowing her, maybe not.
"Even after you leave, I'd carry that trauma forever~ But it's fine, really. I don't mind. It's all my fault... Even if you call me over every time you jerk off from now on for cleanup duty, I'd have to say yes. I owe you too much."
"I'm not gonna do that."
Dorothy spun a tragic downfall tale in a voice as sweet and sensual as honeyed wine.
If Lucy Yesod Count narrated her own smutty tales as audiobooks, this timbre would rake in fans by the horde.
"What? You were gonna make me do that too?"
"I haven't said anything yet."
"Not content with treating me like trash—you want me to debase myself further by servicing your cock with my tits...?"
"......"
"Fine. I hate it, it's humiliating... but I'll do as you say... Just don't lay a finger on Lüryu, boo-hoo."
"You're way too into this... "
Her imagination was wild enough, but she looked downright giddy.
Before Si-woo could protest, Dorothy slipped gracefully off the bed and knelt between his legs.
In her hand was the gel tube from beside him on the bed.
"It's an affair and all~ but tits should be fair game, right? Let me do it."
This temptation was impossible to resist.
Honestly, he couldn't even imagine what it'd feel like sandwiched there.
Probably pure bliss, heavenly ecstasy.
Denying the surge of desire and curiosity would be a lie.
-Squiiiish!
The gel—lukewarm water mixed inside the plastic bottle—was no ordinary lube.
Part of Lüryu's adult toy set, it was a water-based gel for massages or lovers' sticky fun.
Mix about half the bottle into 1.5 liters of water, and it thickens to a gooey slime perfect for all sorts of play.
That gel now cascaded in rivulets down Dorothy's cleavage.
Coating her breasts like sweet syrup, it transformed her already prime rack into something even more luscious and hypnotic.
Nipples gleaming like wild strawberries macerated in red wine and sugar-dusted.
The areolae plating them prettily like an amuse-bouche.
Good enough to devour.
-Squelch, squelch.
"Hmm~ Think that's enough?"
Cupping her breasts from below, she gave them a playful shake—gel stretching in sticky strands as waves—no, full-on tides—rippled across them.
"Lemme take these off?"
Dorothy reached out and tugged down Si-woo's boxer briefs.
His fully erect cock sprang free like a coiled spring, casting a shadow over her face.
Dorothy's perpetually half-lidded eyes—thanks to her sleepy gaze—widened in shock.
She faltered for a split second, then slapped his thighs lightly with her gel-slick hands, urging him on.
"Lift your hips a bit~ Hard to pull 'em off."
With the briefs smoothly removed, Dorothy crawled forward on her knees, pressing close.
Resting her elbows on his thighs for stability, she stared at his cock with rapt fascination.
"It's all wet already?"
As Dorothy said, a bead of clear precum glistened at the tip.
"Just a natural reaction."
Her intense scrutiny—plus his blatant arousal—left him embarrassed.
Dorothy smirked at that, then gently closed her eyes.
An atheist through and through, with a personality worlds away from any priestess.
Yet there she was, hands clasped devoutly before her breasts, eyes shut in reverence—like a saint at prayer.
Even naked and slathered in sticky gel.
No wonder they say her face is a scam.
"Mwah..."
She pursed her lips like for a kiss and pressed them to the glans.
Her plump lips suckled the precum with a soft pop.
A kiss on the tip before even a real one?
Pretty pervy, in a way.
But Dorothy didn't care, planting kiss after kiss—smack, smack, smack.
The sensation itself was mild.
Just light lip brushes and warm breath tickling his groin.
But the visuals, the taboo thrill of the situation—it stirred a man's heart to its core.
"Chup, chup, chup..."
Having kissed away every leaking drop of precum, Dorothy fluttered her eyes open.
She gazed up at Si-woo with a sly, smirking eye-smile.
Her confident expression screamed, Let's see how long you last. No illusion there.
"Ready?"
At last, the breasts cradling in her hands enveloped his cock.