Chapter 628
Chapter 628
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 628
Chapter Title: Desert Night (8)
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1.
“Ha… Uh… Ugh…!”
Lying completely pinned beneath her beloved disciple, the master was receiving a thorough lesson in her back door.
Looking down from above, her expression brimmed with turmoil, bewilderment, and a faint, simmering fever.
The rear entrance that had resisted so stubbornly had now surrendered defenselessly, greedily slurping up his cock with wet, rhythmic squeezes.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Even more astonishing was the way it moved.
Eloa's back hole, which had seemed utterly talentless at first glance, was merely a slow starter—equipped with truly vicious mechanics.
“Wow…”
Even Si-woo, seasoned through countless battles of the flesh, couldn't help letting out repeated gasps of admiration at that unique motion.
-Squelch!
“Ha-ut…!”
First came the way it clenched from all sides and contracted whenever she felt a spark of pleasure.
At the same time, the contraction pulled his cock deeper inside.
“Hng…!”
Then, once it was inserted to a certain depth, it squeezed with intense force as if screaming, This is definitely wrong!—trying to push the cock back out.
In short, a perfect anal that wielded both sucking pull and expelling push.
The result of these motions linking together?
Even staying perfectly still, it twitched on its own—devouring and expelling the cock, delivering hands-free bliss. A fully realized hands-free anal onahole.
Without putting any strength into his hips, just surrendering to the rhythm felt like it could carry him all the way to release.
“Ut!”
“Just do exactly as I say.”
“A-alright…”
But today's goal wasn't just breaching her—it was repaying his master's grace by teaching her the heights of anal pleasure.
So Si-woo pinned the insides of Eloa's thighs firmly and moved his hips slowly.
“Ha-at…! Hiik…! Hng…!”
The grimace of tension and pain had long vanished.
Now, only raw bewilderment at this brand-new pleasure shone vividly across her face.
In truth, Eloa was gripped by utter disorientation.
The undeniable pleasure radiating from her rear was impossible to deny any longer—and its texture was utterly unlike the front's direct thrusts.
Front-side pleasure was straightforward.
If the front was a roaring blaze devouring dry tinder even an idiot could grasp, the back was embers.
A thick, heavy heat building relentlessly, choking off her breath bit by bit.
Even now, it felt like she was breathing with only half her lungs—her breaths came short and ragged, sweat beading across her skin.
The windows fogged over from their heat alone, no tinting required.
“This position makes it tricky. Let's switch it up.”
They changed positions.
From her waist curled shrimp-like with him mounting her, to a standard missionary.
Though he propped bundled clothes under Eloa's waist to adjust the angle.
As Eloa began melting in earnest, Si-woo's earlier tenderness toward her ebbed away.
Now the aim was to trouble his flustered master even further.
“Master, mind helping out a little?”
“W-what do you mean?”
Eloa picked up on it from his voice.
He always turned impish when the mood ignited.
“Hard to tell if you're really feeling it like this. Can't teach you properly.”
“Tell… how… how should I help?”
“Hand to your pussy! Please.”
“Just hold it spread open.”
Si-woo issued the command casually, like telling a dog to shake.
It was an order to expose her drooling, quivering pussy—all the way to its flushed pink depths.
“Do I really have to… go that far?”
Take it in the back while splaying her precious slit wide for display?
It was a degrading command that left her mind blank.
“Yes—this way, I can't check which spots feel best for you.”
Truth be told, no checking was needed.
Eloa was already steeped in subtle pleasure.
Just keep the motion going, and she'd feel it fully.
But this was her first time with anal.
Si-woo's words were gospel truth.
In the end, like a gullible kid falling for a con artist's trick, she had no choice but to obey.
“…Understood.”
Eloa demurely slid her hand to her lower lips.
The soft folds were slick with arousal, nearly impossible to grip.
She pinned them firmly with her fingertips and spread wide…
-Schlick!
The love juices already brimming inside let out a sticky slurp, cool air rushing into the sudden gap.
His piercing gaze locked straight onto her gaping pussy.
“Y-you're staring too hard… it's embarrassing.”
“Gotta inspect how well you're feeling it.”
“Hng…!”
Eloa's faint sigh, steeped in shame.
His cock surged hard at the sound.
Her pussy spread wide by her own hands, like a student presenting homework for grading.
The sight was erotically unbelievable.
No wonder—women's perineums are shorter than men's.
A short gap between pussy and anus meant every backdoor thrust rippled inescapably through the front.
And with her hands holding it splayed open?
-Squelch! Squelch! Squish!
It let him thrust her rear while voyeuring the pussy's inward-tugging temptation.
An innovative fuck technique even Si-woo was trying for the first time.
She'd endured plenty already.
Witnessing his master's commendable efforts had held back his urges—but now they erupted.
He pistoned his hips busily back and forth, unleashing a torrent of dirty talk.
This was palm-tree time: any disciple-topping-master taboo forgiven.
“Master, thank you so much.”
“Uk…! Higuk…! F-for what?”
Even amid mounting pleasure, his master diligently submitted to the 'inspection' and asked, puzzled.
“For letting me fuck your back pussy too.”
“Hik…!”
“And spreading your pussy so I can see exactly how good it feels. What disciple gets love like this?”
Her face flushed double at his taunting tone mocking her vulgarity.
“D-don't say such things! I'm… still your master…!”
Eloa, Confucian ideals drilled in under Teacher Sua.
Exposing herself to her disciple was mortifying enough—having it called out spiked the humiliation.
“But you begged your disciple to teach you anal first, Master. Is that proper?”
“Higu-uk…!”
He could only say such things because he knew she secretly relished it.
A few words in, and hadn't her hole sucked him right back?
“Hey, hands on pussy—properly.”
“Si-Si-woo… so embarrassing… Hng..!”
“Hurry—hands!”
“Hng…. Hng… Ha-ang…!”
Slippery from gushing juices, she let one side slip—he scolded sternly, and she shyly spread it again.
The outflow now rivaled a monsoon-swollen stream, trickling down their joined parts.
-Squish! Squish!
“Feels good, doesn't it?”
“I-it does…! Hng…! Ass… this feels… so weird… Hik…!”
“Feels amazing for me too. Your back pussy clings so tight to my cock.”
From the start, she'd skirted specific terms even in her request.
Si-woo zeroed in like a demon, spotting the sub-quest.
“So, exactly where and why does it feel good?”
His follow-up made her face twist like she'd seen a ghost.
“B-back… Hng…! Feels so good…!”
“Can you say it more clearly?”
“K-keep… being so naughty like that… and I won't do anything more…!”
Pretending anger to dodge the answer—but for credibility, she should at least adjust those spreading hands.
If she got truly mad while still holding pussy open… well, that'd be hot too.
Si-woo unleashed his ultimate persuasion for his stubborn master.
The anal technique maximizing pleasure-per-thrust efficiency.
Built on foundations from the twins, Periwinkle, and Little Mother-in-Law—perfected recently with Dorothy.
Hooking the glans on the entrance's elastic squeeze, then bobbing teetering on the edge of popping out.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
The effect was immediate.
“Haaaang…! Ass! Aaaang!”
Her moans exploded louder, like cranking the volume to max.
Her elegant butterfly labia writhed, pumping out even more nectar.
“I explain things precisely when you teach me, Master. So please.”
“O-okay..! I'll say it…! Just stop that… Hee-euk…!”
His master crumbled before the finisher.
Doubting she'd truly felt nothing at first—she was savoring it perfectly now.
As expected of his master.
Did she have innate genius even for anal?
“Details, or I won't stop.”
“I-I…. Hee-uk…!”
“Now.”
“F-first stop that…! Then I can… speak properly U-guk…! Or not…!”
“This?”
“Hang! Hang! Haaaang!!!”
Ramping the tempo on the bobbing made her hips lift off, inner walls spasming wildly.
If he weren't gripping her pelvis tight, her pussy would've risen to eye level.
“Good…! Feels so good…! Getting… pounded by Si-woo…. Ah-hat! Hik!”
“Gotta say where and how it's pounding too.”
“U-u… Hng…! That's…!”
“No answer, and it's this forever.”
The threat prompted swift surrender.
“Spreading my pussy for Si-woo…! Getting my back hole pounded… Haang…! Feels so good…!”
Rare to hear 'pussy' from his refined master's lips after so long.
And seeing her—the one witches revered moments ago—reduced to a bitch politely begging her disciple? Pure conquest fuel.
“Want more from now on?”
“M-more, please…! Eloa… Eloa's… back pussy… Hee-uk…! Develop it more…!”
The twitching in her front and back holes turned ominous.
Visual and sensory harbingers of climax.
Spasms quickened, each one coating his entire cock in indescribable stickiness.
-Sluuuurp!
Overcoming the resistance, he hilted deep at the perfect moment.
“Keoheuk!”
Eloa let out a gut-punched yelp, eyes rolling back white.
“Heeeut…. Nooo…!”
Reflexively, she reached to cover her face.
But he'd entwined with her body countless times.
He'd anticipated this exact moment.
Snapping her wrists in his grip.
Not just her back pussy had gone molten from pleasure.
She thrashed her head no-no, unable to shake off even his normally easy-to-escape hold.
“No…. No…! Don't wanna show this face…! Kyaa…!”
“Can't hide it. Show me your cumming face.”
“Embarra… ssing…! Don't… don't do it…!”
Eloa's first anal-orgasm face.
A priceless scene he'd love to film—couldn't let her palm it away.
Her parted lips, tongue wriggling on the verge of lolling out; brows furrowed tight; eyes welling tears; cheeks flushed crimson.
Her shame-drenched face was the ultimate creampie bait.
“Shooting…!”
Her final flailing resistance lost to her incoming orgasm.
“Mng…!”
A weird gurgle, like choking on spit.
Her back hole clenched vise-tight, as if pulsing his cock for vitals—deeply buried, he unleashed the pent-up load.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
“Kyaaaaang!!!”
Pummeled deep in her guts by the thick ropes, Eloa hit a flashy orgasm—utterly exposed.