Chapter 588
Chapter 588
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 588
Chapter Title: Hiccup! (6)
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1.
Full-on foreplay had begun.
Dorothy's pussy was getting noticeably wet, slick enough that no extra lube was needed.
His left hand's index and middle fingers pressed close around her clit, rubbing it between them.
At the same time, he hooked his right hand, zeroing in on her G-spot along the upper wall of her pussy.
-Squish! Squelch!
It wasn't even particularly rough movement.
Si-woo's skills hadn't suddenly improved to some masterful level either.
"Hngh...! Hoo...! Hee...!"
Yet love juices streamed down his fingers, dripping steadily onto the sheets.
Dorothy's pussy walls clenched around his fingers with sharp twitches, almost painfully tight.
Her usually petite clit, tucked safely away beneath the hood, had swollen out prominently now, thrashing wildly between his fingers.
The impenetrable "absolute defense pussy" Dorothy had always bragged about had turned into a 15-second surrender pussy.
"Kuhk...!"
Her ass cheeks clenched so hard her asshole vanished from view.
Dorothy's plump, mouthwatering pussy lips bulged, locking his fingers in place so firmly they could barely move.
Even without thrusting inside, the hot sighs and lingering spasms of her inner walls promised pure ecstasy.
Fuck, she's insanely hot.
Among all his opponents so far, she'd given Si-woo the strongest sense of crisis—she was top-tier.
Just ten minutes ago, hadn't she treated him like a kid and tried to devour him whole?
Now here she was, utterly helpless, getting thoroughly dominated in return.
Dorothy's vulnerable side maxed out his conquest lust.
And the trigger? Her ass stuffed full of water, forcing her to feel this deep shame.
He could hardly believe it even as he watched.
"Lady Dorothy."
"......"
Dorothy didn't respond or even glance back, no matter how many times Si-woo called her.
He knew she lacked the capacity for it now, but damn, he wanted to hear that sweet, melted voice of hers.
"Lady Dorothy? You okay?"
"Hiiiiaaang!"
As he switched his grip and slyly pinched her clit while asking, Dorothy jerked her head up with a wail.
"You look like you're struggling. Should we stop here?"
"Hngh! Ah! Haat!"
Each time he rolled and pinched her clit between his fingers, the ones buried inside her pussy throbbed with pain.
Bonus: her juices weren't just dripping anymore—they strung out in sticky threads.
It was blatantly obvious this wasn't pain; she was feeling it hard.
Just pinching her hypersensitive clit drew reactions like this.
All traces of her queenly dignity were gone, replaced by the shining potential of a masochistic bitch in heat.
This realization hit Dorothy harder than anyone.
Who am I?
Dorothy Sahaquiel.
A powerhouse who'd never once lost composure in bed.
Over centuries bedding double-digit witches, she'd never devolved into this vulgar mess.
A stunning figure that enchanted men and women alike.
Observation skills honed to pinpoint weaknesses from the slightest reactions.
The ability to hold back orgasms at will amid pleasure.
The decadent allure and seasoned poise from her austere life made any partner worship her as queen.
For Dorothy, sex was conquest—a game to extract desperate surrenders from crying witches.
Sleeping with a man was a first, but she figured Shin Si-woo would be no different.
She'd made a few dissatisfied noises until dragging him into full sex, but once it started, he'd kneel like the rest.
His technique was solid but not the best; hers stripped his defenses effortlessly.
Hell, hadn't victory been right in front of her?
Then everything flipped the moment water flooded her ass.
No matter how much of a laid-back witch Dorothy was, physiological revulsion from convention was real.
Even if it was pristine water, having something "come out" from behind was an utterly unseemly sight for any woman.
How dare he treat me, Dorothy, like this.
I'll pay back this humiliation a hundredfold!
At first, it was pure agony and rage.
She strained with all her might to hold back the water threatening to burst, clenching her ass as she stayed prone.
Shame and humiliation swelled to the top of her head.
She endured the thirty minutes, plotting revenge.
But the instant his foreplay began, Dorothy felt all her defenses crumble.
Piercing the torment of endurance was—paradoxically—intense pleasure.
Not just any pleasure.
If past climaxes had felt muffled like through oiled paper, this was chillingly vivid.
Shame she'd never known before.
The sensation of being perfectly controlled by her partner.
"You're holding out better than I thought?"
"Heek...! Heek!"
His mocking words came with repeated clit pinches.
Her tightly sealed lips parted involuntarily, sucking in breath and triggering hiccups.
She tried to deny it, but Dorothy felt it in her bones.
Her body was more sensitive than ever before.
More sexually aroused than with any pretty witch.
Her ultra-sensitive clit being pinched didn't hurt—it made her hips tremble with delight.
Holding back to avoid an ugly display with her ass full couldn't heighten her sensitivity like this.
That sensation was still torturous right now.
Meaning this was purely mental stimulation fueling her arousal.
From controller to controlled.
From tormentor to tormented.
From devourer to devoured.
The humiliation Dorothy had never faced was awakening the latent masochistic pleasure deep inside her.
"W-Wait...!"
Dorothy desperately reached back, grabbing Si-woo's wrist as he pinched her clit.
Her instincts screamed a warning.
This can't go on.
Something's going wrong.
She resolved to surrender first, before it was too late.
"Yes?"
Si-woo's innocent reaction.
His infuriating smugness made her reconsider surrender.
But she steeled herself.
Honestly, her belly ached too much to hold out anymore.
Even sitting still was tough; ass-up while getting fingered? She was at her limit.
"...I lost."
"Didn't catch that."
"I lost! So stop already!"
Admitting defeat brought a surge of resentment and injustice.
Looking back, wasn't it total cheating?
No refined technique or strategy—just this dirty trick to corner her.
Of course, she was the one who'd declared "anything goes," so no whining now.
But his smug grin only fueled her anger.
"Does winning like this even feel good? Fine, do whatever~ you want now. But let me hit the shower first."
Turning in his embrace, Dorothy scrambled up from all fours, ready to bolt.
No time for banter.
Just as she lunged for the bathroom, Si-woo grabbed her arm.
"Your attitude doesn't scream 'defeat' yet."
Already desperate, Dorothy's fury peaked at his sleazy, disbelieving grin.
"What? Want a written surrender? Let go already...! It hurts!"
"I need solid assurance you'll surrender fully first."
His following words left Dorothy's mind blank.
Strike that vulgar pose? At her, Dorothy?
And spout those crude lines? At her, Dorothy?
"You cute-faced perv... You're a total degenerate..."
"I won, so shouldn't I get to do whatever?"
Dorothy chewed her lip, agonizing.
Pride hung in the balance.
Spit out the crass defeat declaration and dash to the shower, or defy him and soil the bed in shame?
She chose.
Both sucked, but at least the first let her keep some agency.
Feeling her flushed face, she lay back on the bed.
Time for the perverse pose he'd demanded.
Like a beaten dog exposing its belly.
Fists curled at her chest, thighs splayed wide like a flipped frog—utterly degrading.
Even hearing the description had made her dizzy; doing it crushed her with shame.
A total loser's pose.
And the line she had to say in it...
"F-For getting cocky and overstepping... I'm sorry.... Dorothy lost..."
Shameful enough to redden her even after chugging premium liquor.
Eyes squeezed shut, Dorothy poured every ounce of acting into delivering the line.
Too late to salvage her image, but she had to try.
Forcing a casual smile, she quipped.
"Going all dirty just to order something this lame? So~oo pathetic, don't you think...?"
Peeking open at Si-woo with a side-eye, Dorothy froze at the sensation below.
Rub, rub.
A hard, blunt roundness grinding against her drenched pussy entrance.
Si-woo had slipped between her wide-spread legs unnoticed.
"...What're you doing?"
Dorothy asked in horrified alarm.
This wasn't a pose to let her reach the shower.
It was prime position for penetration.
"Sex."
"Sex? What about the shower?"
"Later."
"You call that an answer...!"
Desperately flailing to shove him away.
Then his thick shaft plunged into her sopping pussy.
-Splurt!
"W-Wai... Hyaaaang!"
Already hypersensitive and burning hot, Dorothy's inner walls offered no resistance.
They parted easily, yielding the path to his cock.