Chapter 627
Chapter 627
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 627
Chapter Title: Desert Night (7)
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Si-woo Si-gong had secured the exclusive rights to develop his beloved, cherished, and revered master's rear entrance.
His initial bewilderment had faded, leaving him simply mesmerized by the sight of his master herself for a good while.
The current position—an anal female superior with Eloa squatting—was perfect for visual indulgence from every angle.
For starters, she always wore loose clothing or sports bras, so her breasts rarely stood out.
But stripped bare, they revealed a voluptuous fullness that often startled even Si-woo, jiggling enticingly.
And that wasn't all.
From this upward gaze, the entrance to the portable lube bottle she'd generously coated him with earlier was on brazen display.
Her nether lips, swollen puffier than usual with arousal, parted shyly around the intrusion in her ass, revealing delicate pink inner flesh that glistened temptingly.
Just sitting still like this was enough to make him want to cum, but his master's bold visual assault didn't stop there.
A woman's nude form was always more beautiful half-undressed than fully exposed.
In that sense, her half-on bunny girl outfit—barely qualifying as clothing—and the rabbit ears exploded with cuteness.
He savored her body like one inhaling the aroma before sipping cognac, then closed his eyes to focus purely on sensation.
"Wow..."
It was undeniably an incredible tightness.
If her front offered slick, juicy density packed with bouncy elasticity,
then the back stripped away the stickiness, amplifying the springiness and chewiness several times over.
Every thrust promised exquisite clamping that might hurt his cock.
Even motionless, it twitched as if trying to slice him off, sealing his urethra and blocking ejaculation entirely.
Once breaching that self-imposed chastity barrier, clinging membranes wrapped his shaft snugly, writhing to expel the intruder.
As noble and resistant to defilement as his master's very nature.
It was just like the rear entrance that had personified Eloa during their first encounter.
"Ngh..."
Captured by surging lust, Si-woo snapped back at Eloa's moan.
This wasn't the time.
Sure, pounding away like this would feel amazing.
And as his master, she'd grit her teeth through any pain or discomfort to match him.
But today's goal was developing her rear entrance.
Si-woo sat up.
He nudged the footrest away with his toes, shifting to perch on the sofa's edge.
"Hngh...!"
Facing each other in this position while inserted anally was taxing for both.
Human anatomy made a comfortable angle impossible.
Even so, Si-woo pressed her lower body firmly against his, supporting her back and nape with his hands.
"Try lying back slowly?"
"L-Lie... down?"
"I'll help you."
Her upper body reclined backward simultaneously.
Her legs dangled awkwardly in the air like a baby's during a diaper change, naturally thrusting her pink parts skyward without a hint of shame.
Somehow, it ended up looking like a piledriver while seated on the sofa.
Without her arms around his neck, the full weight fell on Si-woo.
But no problem.
His diligently trained spirit body strengthening rivaled an Olympic medalist's core.
With solid abs and arm strength, he supported her steadily.
"Haa... Ngh... Si-woo, this... position..."
His master winced at the slightest motion.
The precarious posture, threatening to drop her back-first, naturally tensed her body.
"It's fine. Just leave it all to me."
But a gentle word eased her trembling.
Pride swelled at how rock-solid their bond was as he experimentally snapped his hips.
-Squish...
"Ah! Haah...! Ngh!"
The lube was ample.
Having breached the biggest hurdle of anal—the entrance—there shouldn't be major issues.
Yet her contorted face showed clear discomfort over pleasure.
The expression of a hole unwillingly violated without joy.
Still, just to check, he thrust a few more times.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Gentle, coaxing motions.
But her furrowed brow showed no sign of relaxing.
Each movement brought excessive pressure from the unrelentingly clenched rear, closer to pain than pleasure.
"Haang...! Si-woo... Feels good... Haa... More... Harder..."
Should he stop? Her sweet moan and polite speech shattered his doubt.
She only used formal speech with him in ecstatic abandon, begging shamelessly for pleasure.
But not now.
He could plainly feel her enduring pain, not bliss.
Yet she was faking it deliberately.
So he'd keep going.
"Master..."
Was this why a master's grace was said to rival the heavens?
Tears welled up.
"Yes... Anal is... so good... Hup...!"
He yanked her body close instantly.
From sloth-like piledriver cling to full-body mating press in a flash.
Still buried in her rear, a deep, lingering kiss began.
More devoted than ever, he lavished her tongue with affectionate caresses.
Gratitude made his endearing master surge with affection.
He pecked her soft lips, pouring endless sticky kisses breathlessly.
"Chup... Churp... Chup..."
Tangling tongues, sometimes sucking, sometimes tracing letters on her plush tongue—he kissed relentlessly.
Her heartbeat thundered against his chest, astonishingly fast.
She hooked her arms around his neck, demanding deeper intimacy as if craving even closer contact.
If 'I love you' were written in gestures, it'd feel like this.
"Hngup... Churyup... Hoom... Huuhng..."
As kiss-heated nectar dripped from her belly onto his,
something astonishing happened.
-Twitch...!
"Heup...!"
The vise-like grip at her entrance spasmed dynamically enough to worry about convulsions.
It clenched shut instantly after, but that was unmistakable relaxation post-tension.
Si-woo judged immediately.
Now.
Without breaking the kiss, he gripped her famously peachy—nay, surpassingly plump—ass.
Then began slow up-and-down strokes.
-Squeeelch! Squuuish!
For him, she'd endure any pain or discomfort.
In truth, today's goal was for Si-woo's benefit.
So seeing no pleasure in the penetration had even relieved Eloa.
Like with Perrywinkle, how could she face her dear disciple shamelessly lost in ecstasy?
A master panting from defiling her profane, unspeakable orifice?
Better to grit through the discomfort.
Mixing in just enough acting to keep him from worrying and stopping midway.
However...
-Squish! Squoosh! Squelch!
"Huum... Huhm...! Chup... Haa..."
Eloa felt subtle bewilderment creeping in.
Their torsos pressed tight to align the angle.
This was her favorite position.
The one letting her cling tightest to her beloved Si-woo during sex.
Plus, his unusually fervent kisses melted her body into mush.
Tension from the unfamiliar act faded.
The skewering discomfort gradually shifted to new sensations.
A vestigial organ long ignored.
A shy hole bristling only with hostility toward intruders.
Now accepting his full length.
Like breaking in ill-fitting shoes until they molded comfortably.
"Hoop...?"
-Twitch
As kisses continued, her front hole, drooling and grinding against his belly, quivered.
A pleasure of wholly alien texture smoldered like embers in her core.
No way. Impossible.
She denied it outright.
She could admit the stability.
Her rear, too tense for proper thrusting before, now smoothly engulfed him like a tunneled passage.
But pleasure?
Just nipple friction against his firm chest playing tricks, she insisted.
Si-woo's hands gripped her springy cheeks firmer.
Natural depth increased, his cock now stirring her depths, rubbing behind her womb.
"Huut, hng...?"
A questioning moan escaped.
Not feigned, but instinctive reflex to female pleasure.
Reflexively, she pressed hands to his chest and arched back.
"Puha... Haa... What is this..."
Her wavering pupils measured her inner turmoil.
"Feeling it?"
"O-Of course... I've been saying so since... earlier? Ghaat...?"
Her utterly melted rear pussy was vividly felt by Si-woo, buried deepest.
And not clumsy lies—truth seeping in gradually.
"This position's a bit tough."
Time for a shift.
Still impaled, he laid her on the makeshift bed, folding her legs back fully.
A predatory mating press in earnest.
Her pink parts, wetter and winking more than before, signaled ripeness.
"Ah..."
Her master stared wide-eyed, incredulous at her body's reactions.
Time to paint that face with the expression of a pleasure-drenched bitch.