Chapter 585
Chapter 585
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 585
Chapter Title: Dorothy Turns the Tables
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1.
First came a deep, lingering kiss to draw her in.
Beautiful women's breasts are often compared to watermelons.
The kind with juicy, sweet flesh wrapped in a thin rind.
But likening Dorothy's breasts to peaches felt almost insulting, somehow.
An ecstatic texture you could fondle endlessly without tiring.
A cozy grip that molded perfectly to his palm.
The devil had no fruit? This was it—the fruit of the devil.
One arm wrapped around Dorothy's waist, pulling her close, while the other hand kneaded her massive breast, too large to fully encompass even with fingers splayed wide.
He rolled the breast in his palm like dough, a perfect blend of feminine elasticity and supreme softness, and dopamine surged through him.
"Huum... Huuum... Chup...."
Having already savored her scent once before, there was no need to hold back.
He inhaled the intensely sweet aroma wafting from Dorothy, sucking on her plump upper lip while entwining their tongues.
Breasts like a cow's, with a creamy body odor redolent of milk laced with honey.
Even her saliva tasted sweet.
Dorothy was skilled at kissing, too.
Their tongues twisted like copulating snakes, only for the tip to slip away when he least expected it.
Her deft alternation between upper and lower lip evoked some naughty game.
"Puha.... Haah...."
Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed her onto the bed.
Dorothy, unable to use magic in the first place, collapsed like falling petals.
He mounted her and took a nipple into his mouth.
Dorothy didn't resist Si-woo's actions at all, instead stroking the back of his head tenderly, as if nursing a child.
It was surprise after surprise.
Even lying down, Dorothy's breasts thrust skyward almost undisturbed, covering not just his mouth but his nose as well.
-Chup chup chup
"Hng.... Hng.... Hmm...."
Every time he flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue or buried his nose in her breast, Dorothy let out lewd nasal sounds and twitched.
Her voice brimmed with overflowing maternal affection, as if she'd indulge any whim, worming into his ear.
"Mmm~ Does my breast taste that good? Such a spoiled boy?"
There was no room to reply right now.
His brain seemed to block out everything but how to savor this premium mammary more fully.
When her hand slyly reached out and wrapped around his stiffly throbbing member, pleasure escalated into shivers.
A ring formed by thumb and middle finger.
Dorothy's expert handjob, stroking his shaft with agonizing slowness.
"Feels good here, right? Especially sensitive here, huh?"
Exploring his erogenous zones, she stimulated the whole length before zeroing in on his weak spot in an instant.
She kept stroking with her ringed fingers while gently rubbing the slit of his glans with her fingertips.
At least up until he'd been lavishing attention on her breasts, her response had been exceedingly leisurely.
As if this was child's play she'd handled countless times.
Releasing her breast from his mouth, he asked,
"Not feeling it much?"
He knew it was a lame question, but he couldn't help asking.
From all his past experience, women usually reacted far more aggressively.
Bucking their hips, moaning sweetly with coquettish airs, or tearing up at the eyes—something like that.
Was he doing something wrong? The doubt crept in.
"Oh my~ Acting all cute."
Dorothy chuckled leisurely, pinching Si-woo's cheek.
Her other hand kept steadily stroking his shaft.
"Of course it feels good~, but just 'decently' good. Why? Want me to pretend I'm at a loss a bit more? Haah... Eut.... Nipple... so sensitive.... Sucking it like a baby makes me... ah... aang!"
She scrunched her eyes in full theatrical mode, then giggled, pressing his cheeks with her fingertips.
It was blatantly clear she was treating him like a kid.
Of course, compared to the years she'd lived, he was practically a child—but no previous partner had responded this way in bed, leaving him a bit flustered.
Even the skilled Periwinkle had shown more intense reactions.
"I was a little scared since you said not to regret it. Was that unnecessary worry?"
Dorothy smiled brightly, provoking him again.
That smile still held an air of elegance.
Believable even if she'd just stepped out of the shower, not moments ago suckled and fondled.
"What? Pride hurt?"
The more flustered he got, the more she seemed to enjoy it.
Come to think of it, back when Si-woo had been on high alert around her, she'd deliberately acted ambiguously to amuse herself.
He'd never seen her with other witches in bed, but he could easily imagine her reigning as the queen.
"As if. We haven't even started."
Which only fueled the male urge to conquer all the more, right?
He brushed off Dorothy's hand for a moment and slowly moved downward.
He vaguely recalled hearing somewhere that big-breasted women had less sensitive nipples.
So what about down below?
"With your mouth?"
As his upper body slid past her long navel toward her thighs, her legs parted naturally.
Beneath her neatly groomed pubic mound, Dorothy's sacred place caught his eye.
Si-woo was shocked in two ways.
First off, he knew female genitalia were mostly innate, contrary to popular belief.
They didn't sag or look ugly just from lots of sex, unless childbirth was involved.
But even knowing that, Dorothy's pussy was pristine and pure, like a saint's.
If Michelangelo had sculpted Venus's pussy, it'd look exactly like this.
An untouched innocence, as if she'd never masturbated or shown it to anyone.
Contrasting her overripe, oozing-sensuality breasts that fully exposed their inner flesh, this was a coy saintly pussy that hid its secrets tight.
And the second shock...
She was barely wet at all.
Despite that heated kissing, and sucking her breasts for nearly ten minutes, Dorothy wasn't aroused.
If he slipped a finger inside, it might be different, but the fluid from her narrow slit was barely a dewdrop.
"Noo~ I'm super turned on. No need to worry~"
Without a word from him, Dorothy teased as if reading his mind.
"I wasn't worried."
"But it's all over your face? Why not just leave it to me? I'll lead you~ very skillfully."
Bantering would just play into her pace.
He didn't pride himself on technique anyway.
Unleashing his spear here might shift the momentum.
But thrusting into her unaroused pussy felt oddly pride-wounding.
"Ha-ut...."
Si-woo silently pressed his lips to Dorothy's clitoris.
Compared to her slender frame and mature curves, Dorothy's clit was remarkably small.
And it was a hidden bud, tucked deep within its hood.
Pursing his lips like a beak, he sucked the bud out, and Dorothy's legs trembled.
A more dramatic reaction than with her breasts, for sure.
He sucked it lavishly with his lips while lightly teasing the pointed tip with his tongue.
The key was not to stimulate too harshly.
With all those nerve clusters packed in, a slight pressure miscalculation turned pleasure to pain.
-Chup chup chup
"Ng... Hng... You're good at that...?"
Dorothy tousled Si-woo's hair with a sticky voice.
But her slightly roughened breathing still held plenty of leisure.
"Yeah, right there.... A bit more there.... Haa.... Good boy...."
The problem was, even after five minutes, ten minutes, her voice brimmed with composure.
There were reactions, sure.
Her inner thighs clenched sporadically, her once-imperceptible clit asserted itself on his tongue, and sticky fluids began trickling from the cramped crevice under his chin.
"Your thick tongue gives a novel sensation, huh?"
Impatience started creeping in.
Was she insensitive?
Just naturally dull?
He'd varied pressure and spots meticulously for over twenty minutes, yet Dorothy only sighed sporadically in arousal.
Her peak felt light-years away.
In that moment, a sensation pierced his lust-dulled mind.
Sharp insight honed from countless bed battles activated.
Dorothy had bedded many women.
She couldn't have just scissored every time.
Kissing, caressing, cunnilingus—she'd enjoyed it all naturally.
Was Si-woo's technique superior to other witches'?
Male-female body differences were stark even in erogenous zones.
Women knew women's bodies best.
Unless his female conquests rivaled Takasho's, he couldn't outdo a woman's finesse and precision on another woman.
All his attacks so far were subsets of her vast experience.
In short, Dorothy owned an absolute defense pussy, inured to stimuli just like her autonomic magic.
Here, he decided on a slight cheat.
He slipped his arms under her thighs, lifting her hips.
Beneath the sacred place he'd lavished attention on lay a pristine, tightly closed flower bud.
Even the leisurely Periwinkle had crumbled to a surprise assault on this hole.
He flicked his tongue against her rear entrance before pushing it in.
"Euk...."
The pronounced reaction he'd expected.
Observing Dorothy's face after his trump card, Si-woo felt cold sweat trickle down his spine.
It wasn't the face of someone ambushed in unfamiliar territory.
A derisive smile, a smile that had anticipated everything.
"Not bad for a brat? Good job~ I'll praise you."
And it didn't end there.
Dorothy's silver eyes, now subtly laced with lust.
Beneath the cluster of curious light, her smoldering true nature ignited.
Like plucking a hair from a sleeping lion, Si-woo's clumsy pleasure had awakened the queenly temperament hidden behind her gentle eyes—the savage instinct on the bed.
"I've indulged your babying this much~, so time to switch, right?"
Dorothy twisted her body naturally, slipping from his grasp.
She licked her lips greedily, then coiled around the flustered Si-woo like a serpent.
Pressing her mouth to his ear, she licked and nibbled while whispering stickily.
"Leave the rest to me."
Now he was certain.
Dorothy was a formidable opponent unlike any before.
"If you can't hold back and finish early, I'll~ punish you properly."