Chapter 625
Chapter 625
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 625
Chapter Title: Desert Night (5)
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1.
Eloa's reason for drinking before getting intimate with Si-woo wasn't solely due to guilt.
In truth, as their relationship had blossomed into that of true lovers, her moral resistance to the taboo of master-disciple intimacy had greatly diminished.
She had come to realize that sharing love with the one she cherished outweighed any rigid moral standards.
Thus, rather than the tearful remorse of remorse from before, a thrilling excitement born from the sense of forbidden indulgence—that she was doing something she "shouldn't"—had taken its place.
Of course, she still cared about the eyes of those around them.
Nevertheless, the decisive reason Eloa always made sure to drink before they coupled.
It lay in the fact that her foolish disciple's tastes were quite perverse.
It wasn't as if he lacked such inclinations before.
But looking at his demands, which had been escalating like an escalator lately, even a master who wanted to grant her beloved disciple anything felt her head spin.
For instance, take this acrobatic position right now.
It was quite a challenging pose.
1) First, Si-woo leans back slightly, reclining his upper body while straddling the back seat.
2) Eloa stands with her feet planted on either side of Si-woo's thighs.
3) From position (2), Eloa bends at the waist deeply, grabs her ankles, and directs her hips toward Si-woo's face.
4) While maintaining positions (1) through (3), she lowers her head to take Si-woo's cock into her mouth.
5) At the same time, Si-woo grips Eloa's thighs and admires—and tastes—the defenselessly exposed pussy and rear entrance.
Even described in writing, this complex position would take several lines; if one had to name it, it might be something like "Modified Standing 69."
It was perfectly suited to the height difference between the two.
To elaborate, the pose itself wasn't particularly difficult for Eloa.
Her body, inherently exceptional and honed by training, possessed not only feminine elasticity but also the flexibility of a ballerina.
She could perform a dancer's straight-leg stance on tiptoes and even engage in intercourse in that position without issue.
Thus, she could effortlessly overcome the triple hardship of an unstable footing, high heels, and bending her head down to her shins for fellatio.
-Slurrrp! Sluuuurp!
"Ha-ut, slurp, hnnng…!"
The greatest difficulty stemmed from the pose's nature: she had to thrust her embarrassingly exposed pussy right in his face.
And she had to endure the pleasure as saliva and her own juices soaked her hypersensitive pussy all the way to her rear entrance.
"Whew, Master, you've gotten really good at this."
Si-woo, face buried between her cheeks, was fully savoring his master's welcome drink.
Along with the praise, her slightly roughened breathing tickled his groin.
As he tilted his head back slightly, a magnificent view unfolded.
The lewd front hole, slick and sloppy since the kissing stage; the shyly twitching rear hole.
Even her peach-like, resilient buttocks were deliciously shaped.
Below, her legs formed a perfect triangle angle; above, her soft breasts lifted upward, with pink hair cascading like a waterfall.
From a feng shui perspective, it was a flawless paradise without flaw.
"Hnn… slurp…."
Parting the tightly sealed labia slightly revealed crimson inner flesh quivering, droplets of nectar trickling down.
Teasingly, he remarked.
"More like, you're absolutely flooded down here? Weren't you looking forward to this a bit too much?"
Who was this woman?
The Tiferet Duchess, whom everyone revered and respected, as seen even today.
Moreover, knowing her prim master willingly fulfilled such demands stirred both a conquering lust and gratitude.
-Slurp… pop…!
His cock sprang free from her lips with a cheerful pop.
"I wasn't… expecting anything…. Isn't this all because of your saliva?"
Her master grumbled plaintively.
The downside of this position was that he couldn't see her face as she averted her gaze with that clumsy excuse.
"For someone saying that, you prepared the outfit yourself. I was touched."
"I told you! I just wanted to try it on! Just that! It wasn't for doing it with you!"
Her master protested indignantly, but the obvious lie left no room for argument.
Still, lately, she always dodged like this before things heated up fully.
'I only came to drink,' or
'You want it, so what choice do I have?'
True to her dishonest master's nature, she scraped together excuses.
Stuff his cock in the mouth of truth and give it a good thrust, and a confession would come easily, but….
Today, he wanted to try something different.
"Is that so? Well, no helping it then."
Si-woo gently pulled her waist and sat her beside him.
Eloa, eyes squeezed shut and hands clasped before her chest in anticipation, opened them wide at his following words.
"Sorry, Master. I got ahead of myself."
"Ah…."
He carefully draped a blanket over her shoulders to cover her nakedness.
Then, lightly kissing her forehead, he said.
"You must be tired, and I nearly made you overexert yourself with my misunderstanding. Sorry."
Si-woo acted as if he'd grab the wheel and drive off any moment,
"A-Are you okay?"
while Eloa urgently clutched his sleeve as he rose.
"With what?"
As he asked back, her grip loosened from the hasty grab.
Her ever-upright master's pupils darted about.
Her aroused body twitched, thighs quivering, her belated attempts to stop him pitiful.
Eloa glanced furtively at his crotch and asked.
"I-It’s already so swollen, isn’t it? Leaving it like that will hurt…."
But this was already one of her master's frequent excuses.
Straddling his lap, repeating kisses, then pausing as if feeling his bulging pants, saying, 'Leaving it like this will definitely hurt. I'll take care of it.'
"Ah, it's fine. Better I endure a little than make you overdo it, Master."
"B-But…."
Si-woo noted her refined face, melted with anticipation, turn to a pout in an instant.
At this point, hearing "I want it" from her lips felt redundant.
Her whole body was screaming it already.
Still, he wanted to see her swallow her pride and declare surrender today.
"Here’s your clothes. Shall I help you dress?"
He picked up her underwear scattered on the mattress.
The panties were cool, but the bra still held a faint warmth that heated his hand.
Her pouty lips, as if resentful, and magenta eyes wandering in distress.
Truth be told, he wanted to pounce and devour her right then.
"……."
"Shall we head back soon? I'll drive this time."
"Ugh…."
Finally grasping the situation, Eloa realized.
Her disciple was a bit dense, but would any woman dress in a bunny girl outfit in secret, grunting, if she just wanted to rest?
In other words, Si-woo was waiting for her to retract her flimsy excuse.
From her own mouth.
But sober, with barely any alcohol and her reason intact, she couldn't bring herself to beg her disciple for sex like some vulgar slut.
Her original plan was to appear in the bunny girl outfit, and have the wildly aroused Si-woo take the lead passionately, wasn't it?
Eloa clung to his arm, rubbing against him coyly.
"I can't dress you if you stick like this."
But Si-woo insisted on playing dumb, trying to put her underwear on her.
Frustrated by her mischievous disciple's prodding, Eloa huffed in a sulk.
Crossing her arms and puffing her lips—an immature gesture fit for an apprentice witch.
"…You're really awful."
"What is?"
His sly smile leaking out said he could hold back no longer; the answer was clear.
"I am your master."
Eloa placed hands on hips, furrowed her brow, and scowled.
An implicit protest: 'You expect even that from your master?'
"Yes, and my beloved lover."
Si-woo responded calmly.
Si-woo landed the critical hit.
Eloa, about to unleash a sermon, clamped her mouth shut and clutched her pounding chest.
"Love...?"
"Yes, I love you so much."
The words "I love you."
No matter how many times heard, they were wickedly sweet.
No matter how shameful the act, hearing them made her want to do anything for him.
"…I understand."
Eloa resolved to cross the taboo she had set for herself today.
She had intended to do it someday, but repulsion always won out despite it being for him, pushing it off repeatedly.
And it was a perverse act Si-woo hadn't even mentioned, considerate of her.
"No helping it. I was going to give you a special gift today."
"A gift? Besides the bunny girl outfit?"
Eloa pretended to dress.
Her proposal was one he could never refuse anyway.
Feeling it'd be a loss to just play into his scheme, she at least wanted to see him beg.
And her intent hit the mark.
"Seeing you make excuses like this, aren't you tired too? As your master, I won't throw a tantrum. I'll give the gift later. Or never."
Her troubled master readily stood and donned her bra.
Curiosity about 'what gift could make her so confident' was inevitable.
Deciding to end the teasing, he grabbed her slender waist.
"What's the gift? Now I'm curious."
"Hmph! Forget it. Suffer in suspense."
Despite her words, Eloa easily straddled him.
Hot heat rose from her pussy brushing his tip by chance.
"Can't you at least tell me what kind of gift?"
"Won't tell you, even if you whine."
-Squish!
As her resolute, tight pussy slit parted decisively like her personality, dipping just the glans in sent her delicate nostrils quivering instantly.
"If you tell me, maybe I'll perk up a bit?"
"Haa-ut…! Really…."
Eloa leaned on his chest, trembling, then brought her lips to his ear.
One more word, and he'd probably go wild with kisses.
If it pleased him, she'd be as happy as if it were her own joy.
But as she opened her mouth, her noble pride sealed it shut.
Overcoming instinctive revulsion with the power of love, Eloa finally spoke.
"…I'll allow it."
Sensual and sexy was the intent, but it came out a husky whisper caught in her throat.
Gathering more courage, she repeated.
"Tonight…. I'll let you do the back."
Raising her upper body revealed her adorable disciple's shocked eyes.
Eloa didn't miss the unprecedented excitement in their depths.
"Well? Still just going to sleep?"
Having made her unbelievable declaration, Eloa looked down at Si-woo with sulky eyes.
Today's lovers' battle ended with Eloa's ultimate move.