Chapter 584
Chapter 584
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 584
Chapter Title: Dorothy's Technique
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1.
In the exquisite boundary between "the more the better" and "too much spoils" came a luxurious visual feast, overlaid with a sensation crafted from every soft word in the world.
Dorothy knelt between Siwoo's legs, pressing her upper body close. His massive shaft was buried between her breasts, slick with water gel, sliding in and out repeatedly.
-Splurt... splurt... splurt...
Even as she hugged him tightly, her overflowing underboob brushed against his thighs, pulling away to leave endless silver threads.
Thanks to the water gel, every sound in the process was lewd and loud.
Dorothy had been going at it for over 30 minutes now, without a hint of fatigue.
"Is this right? It's tricky..."
Despite her words, she'd mastered the technique in seconds and was now performing paizuri with expert skill.
The act of pressing her breasts together to stimulate a man's cock—she had plenty of experience with it.
From Sophia, Yebin, Sharon, the Yesod Count, and even her master.
Looking back, every partner with notably large breasts had done this to him.
But setting aside mental satisfaction and visual stimulation, if he judged purely by sensation, paizuri didn't stand out compared to other sexual acts.
For instance, it was less pleasurable than fellatio or penetration.
It didn't writhe and cling with hot, mucous membranes like a pussy, nor squeeze with that sharp tightness like anal.
It couldn't stimulate every spot with plump lips and a freely moving tongue.
Besides, a woman's breasts weren't entirely soft.
The cleft between them was protected by ribs just like a man's, making it firm. The skin's friction was merely "soft," nothing more compared to other stimulations.
-Slurp! Slurp!
But Dorothy's paizuri was different.
She completely enveloped his massive shaft, which even Sophia couldn't fully hide.
It wrapped around him so seamlessly that the hard ribcage was undetectable.
As long as she didn't deliberately arch her back, the glans would stay perfectly hidden, lost forever in that smooth, sticky paradise of flesh.
A perfect, meticulous service only Dorothy could provide.
The nipples peeking through her fingers were a bonus.
Yet she wasn't content with the advantage of her mid-rank superiority.
Occasionally, she let the glans peek out from her cleavage, combining visual stimulation with intense pleasure at its most sensitive underside.
She keenly observed Siwoo's reactions, ramping up the intensity in real time.
It was technique so skilled it made him wonder, "Is this really her first time?"
-Schlurp... schlurp... schlurp...
"Feels good?"
The paizuri intensified, ecstasy maxed out.
His cock, coated in sticky precum like an eel slithering from its cave, thrust out and vanished between her breasts repeatedly.
"Amazing."
He couldn't lie.
"Knew it. How so?"
"Incredibly... comfortable."
It was the perfect description for a comfortable pleasure.
Not too much friction or pressure—just the urge to surrender endlessly.
Like soaking in an open-air hot spring during a winter snowfall, reclining in a waterproof massage chair. His eyes were already half-lidded; he might drift off any second.
"Really? Gonna cum?"
"From this... probably not yet?"
Not a lie—maybe her breasts were too big, or the overflowing softness? The sensation was exquisite, but climax seemed far off.
"Hmm~ That hurts my pride a bit."
With his answer, her variation began.
-Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze!
Sudden intense pressure. The all-around embrace tightened fiercely.
Dorothy had clenched her breasts with maximum force.
Proof: her egg-shaped tits deformed like dough.
The gel sounds shifted from sticky squelches to gritty crunches.
"Then how about something even better?"
Dorothy kicked into final sprint.
She lowered her torso, bowed her head, and took the protruding tip into her mouth.
No hesitation despite the sticky gel.
-Slurp... slurp... slurp...
-Schlick... schlick... schlick...
Paizuri plus fellatio amplified the pleasure instantly.
"Mmmph, mmmph... schlurrrp..."
He couldn't help but be stunned.
The technique unfolding in Dorothy's mouth was dazzlingly elaborate.
Her tongue rippled like waves, gently tickling the urethral opening.
It slipped into tight crevices, then delved into sensitive epidermal spots.
Paizuri was one thing, but this tongue work surpassed any fellatio he'd ever received.
Like those party tricks where someone ties a knot with their tongue—Dorothy could probably twist rope.
The ejaculation urge, simmering quietly just below the edge, boiled over in an instant.
The prior comfort vanished; he was on the brink.
"Lady Dorothy, I think that's enough. Lady Dorothy?"
He tried to push her shoulders away, but she dug in relentlessly.
She engulfed his glans fully, refusing to release, shaking her breasts until the urge filled his urethra.
-Schlurp... schlurp... schlurp...
"Schlurrrp."
Her pursed lips sealed the tip, sucking with saliva sounds.
Her skillful mouth sent him over without warning.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Like gulping soda through a straw, thick white semen was sucked straight in with each pulse.
Not a drop spilled; it all pooled perfectly in her mouth.
"Mmm..."
It blocked stray thoughts like "I should cum inside her" with choking ecstasy.
Dorothy rubbed her breasts to milk the rest, glancing up slyly.
Probably savoring the taste.
"...Ugh!"
Her brows furrowed like a fox that ate spoiled fruit.
Releasing her breasts, she snatched her discarded panties from the floor.
In a hurry, she spat the mix of semen, saliva, and gel into them.
The black fabric made the sheer volume starkly erotic.
"...Is it always this taste?"
"Yeah. Everyone thinks it's delicious."
"...I'll rinse my mouth."
With a disappointed look, she staggered up and headed to the cabinet with glasses, grabbing liquor to swig.
Her lithe back profile showed sideboob jutting out, hips swaying with maternal allure.
"Anyway~ Now that you've cum once, what to do? Don't you need even stronger stimulation?"
After rinsing, she swirled her glass and sauntered back.
She lifted a towel to meticulously wipe her breasts.
A gesture saying no more titjobs.
It was now clear why she hadn't stopped despite sensing his climax.
Dorothy wanted penetration sex, no matter what.
Not honey bee sex—full-on raw pounding.
Honestly, Siwoo was tempted too.
"If you're that bothered~ Why not sniff my scent?"
"Pardon?"
"Her Majesty told me~ If you hold back too much, make you inhale my scent."
Secret intel leaked without his knowledge.
From Luer all people—unexpected.
She was fiercely possessive with other lovers but caring toward friends.
Though inconvenient now that he was sharable goods.
"How'd that come up?"
"Like I said~ She said she'd overlook it once since it's my first time. Our queen's so sweet."
First time?
Really her first?
"You were too good for a beginner..."
"I told you. I've done it plenty with other witches."
Now her tongue skill and instinctive grasp of erogenous zones made sense.
Leveraging similar knowledge for rapid growth.
"Bet you'd get good at insertion quick too~"
She stuck out her tongue cutely, wiped off all the gel, and leaned into Siwoo.
Her otherworldly cushy softness ground against his chest; his recently spent cock stiffened again, unsatisfied.
"If even my sexy body isn't enough~ How about a deal? Assist with research on replicating my magic usage?"
This wasn't leaked intel—it came up naturally discussing mana recharge.
He figured consent was needed to take part of her autonomic magic, even for healing.
"I'll help wholeheartedly~ It'll be super useful."
Tempting offer.
Replicating stigma autonomic magic via sex was cheat-level.
But replication had limits.
Higher hierarchies required multiple sessions; limited spells per target.
Like with Ea Sadal Melik, he stole two outright, but rare cases aside.
Limits applied to function too, not just quantity.
Witch autonomic magic intertwined organically with others.
He'd stolen the Virgin's Loom but couldn't wield thousands of ribbons like Ea—lacking supporting spells.
Replicated magic needed research and adaptation.
Same for Dorothy's; she offered aid there.
"......"
The proposal struck his wavering heart amid conscience struggle.
As he stayed silent, Dorothy played her final card.
"Sigh~ If I'm begging and you're still iron-willed, nothing I can do."
Sounded like surrender...
But Dorothy knew men well.
"Fine then. After we leave, I'll hook up with random guys. My body's sullied anyway~ First time counts as you, but someone else will obsess over my body, sucking and claiming it. Rolling with five or six should substitute for you decently, right?"
Logically, Dorothy fucking around or marrying meant nothing.
No lover bond or responsibility.
Plus, she'd lived centuries without men.
If not lying, she might lack interest—except her odd fixation on him.
"It's all~ your fault for dragging me into your perverted first time."
But naked with her now...
Imagining her in sloppy bed sex with others pissed him off hugely.
A male instinct to sow only his seed in one female.
Absurd, yet natural possessiveness surged.
"Of course, if you take responsibility properly today.... That won't happen..."
She swayed her hips seductively before him.
"Hoo..."
She knew it'd rile him—deliberate provocation.
Brazen taunts demand fitting payback.
"Don't regret it."
"Oh?"
Siwoo grabbed Dorothy's waist.
Pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled her scent deeply.