Chapter 658
Chapter 658
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 658
Chapter Title: Exposed (4)
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1.
One perk of being a witch: a pristine rear entrance that stays perfectly clean, allowing worry-free sex without any special hygiene prep.
Another perk: thanks to their insanely tough spirit bodies, you can go full throttle with piston-pounding action, no aftereffects to worry about.
Even the pint-sized Odil and Odet could take Si-woo's massive cock without batting an eye.
Sounds like the ultimate body optimized for anal sex, right? But even so, it's not without its headaches.
No matter how you slice it, the back door doesn't lubricate like the front.
Plus, just as every witch's pussy is legendary, Si-woo's dick is in the same league.
Forcing it in under these conditions? Bleeding's only a matter of time.
Si-woo had half a mind to let Rinne feel sheer agony instead of pleasure, forcing her to tap out early. But he laid it out straight.
"This way, it'll hurt."
"Doesn't matter."
"No, it'll hurt me too much like this. We need lube."
"......"
The pain wouldn't just be hers— it'd be his too.
Rinne reached toward the cabinet, and one of her own vials slid smoothly into her hand.
"Use this."
Popping the seal—paper and string—released a fragrant whiff of oil.
She'd clearly planned this out in advance.
Lubes for anal come in two main types: gels and oils.
Oils win hands down—stronger slip, better cling, perfect for anal.
Not that Rinne probably knew or cared about that distinction.
Anyway, he slathered an appropriate amount onto his shaft.
But it still only hovered at half-mast, refusing to fully harden.
Erectile dysfunction in a spirit body? Had to be psychological.
This was, without a doubt, the most awkward fuck he'd ever had.
It wouldn't expose his bluff right here and now, but it could plant seeds for endless chaos down the line.
"Hold on. Gotta get it up a bit."
No choice—he stroked it a few times from behind.
The view? Rinne's ass, of course.
No matter how many times he saw it, he couldn't help but marvel at that backside.
From a distance in the training yard, her presence screamed intimidation and charisma, making her seem so much bigger.
Up close like this? She was surprisingly petite.
About the same size as his master.
Small head, delicate rounded shoulders that felt fragile next to his frame.
Her long straight hair fell primly to just above her ass like a proper lady's, cut straight across like her bangs, gleaming like silk.
Below that: an ass sculpted from every juicy, jiggly word in the dictionary, paired shyly with her plump pussy.
"Ready."
Si-woo declared it with grim resolve.
Without asking, he gripped one cheek.
And the feel of it left him unconsciously awestruck.
"......"
His eyes—seasoned from sampling countless witch bodies—hadn't steered him wrong.
Supreme bounce and firmness in perfect harmony.
The slight coolness unique to butt flesh contrasted his warm palm, making the grip all the more vivid.
He hooked his thumb into the crease near her hole and spread it gently.
Her previously shadowed rear opening was now fully exposed in all its glory.
-Twitch
Instead of opening further, the unfamiliar stimulus made the pristine bud clench tight.
In that moment, her plump lower lips parted, flashing a peek of rosy inner membrane you'd never glimpse otherwise.
Fucking lethal.
A body this temptingly lewd, even in this hellish setup.
He stared, entranced, until an icy spike stabbed the crown of his head.
"Hands off."
Rinne had twisted back, her eyes a mix of 70% contempt and 30% disgust, scrutinizing her most private hole—never before seen by a man—laid bare for inspection.
If she'd had a sword at her hip, she'd have drawn it without hesitation. The vibe was that murderous.
"Just confirming the target."
Rinne faced forward again.
His lame excuse made Si-woo's face burn with shame.
But inspiration strikes from mistakes sometimes.
In that instant, genius struck Si-woo.
Judging by her reaction, Rinne felt no shame or embarrassment.
Go through with this half-assed, and she'd demand more in every way imaginable, never tasting the "miraculous effect."
The way to nip that in the bud...
Give her the worst first time ever, make her back off on her own.
In other words, scare her off by making it "too dirty," just like yesterday's improv tactic.
"Master, I'm your first, right?"
Time to execute.
Violence or pain to subdue her? Near impossible.
He lacked the power for the former; the latter? Rinne was a battle junkie who'd relish sparring till her bones snapped for growth.
"Yes."
"Then, am I the first guy to spread your ass like this?"
"......"
"Whoa... how's your butthole this pretty? I wanna make a mold for stamps."
"......"
Rinne glanced back, eyes swirling with confusion.
Was this praise? Harassment? She couldn't decide.
"Honored to claim this virgin hole. Your unworthy disciple is touched..."
But the confusion didn't last.
"One more word, and I'll cut out your tongue."
"Yes, ma'am."
Hmm.
Failure.
No bluffing her.
Rinne would actually do it.
No helping it.
Just ram it in and hope she tires out first.
"Here goes."
No intent to please her, no reason to.
He pictured the hole's position from earlier recon, using the glans to feel out the bumpy entrance for alignment.
No foreplay, straight thrust planned.
"Might sting a little."
He hadn't planned a warning, but her threat spooked him enough for this verbal heads-up.
Wouldn't do for her to counterattack thinking it was an assault.
"Don't worry about it."
"Alright, going in. It'll just pinch at first—I'll spread it with my hands, so bear with it."
He cupped her entire ass softly, thumbs hooked in the crease, spreading wide.
Then thrust his hips forward per pre-marked coords.
Man, this position was ridiculous.
Height gap aside, with Rinne standing bolt upright, he had to attempt entry from an awkward mounted stance.
-Squiiiish!
The initial push always feels like firm compression.
"......"
No matter how tight, it's built as an exit.
Planning to repurpose it as an entrance now, but point is: there's a hole.
Unlike bony barriers elsewhere, pressure yields progress.
Press till it won't budge, then a reluctant gap forms—wedge in there for success.
"Ngh!"
"......"
Should've been good by now...
Maybe skipping all foreplay was too much?
His cock pressed her hole so hard it lifted her heels slightly, yet no give.
If it were missionary, maybe—but she stood ramrod straight.
No slack whatsoever.
"Might hurt more than expected. Could you relax a bit?"
"Got it."
Unnecessary worry—he warned once more, then shoved harder.
The fortress resisting the intruder began parting slowly.
-Squelchhh!
Her oil-soaked glans invaded, petals blooming gradually.
Immense pressure hit—an intense clamp threatening to sever him.
This was the squeeze of cramming into a no-entry zone.
Rivaled the twins' first times.
But Si-woo, veteran of countless "developments," thrived in unexpected terrain.
No more brute force.
Leverage her body weight instead.
-Squelchhh!
Rinne, now on tiptoes unwittingly, slowly lowered her heels.
Just the tip in—let her weight swallow the rest naturally.
Evoked the infamous countess's full-body impalement execution, but outcomes diverged wildly.
"Whoa..."
The thickest glans ridge scraped by her rear's fierce grip.
Once past, the rest would slide easy.
-Schlop
It vacuum-sucked him in like a pro blowjob.
Inside, bouncy folds writhed, slick with oil, futilely pushing back.
Her virgin backdoor's adorable protest.
But with each twitchy spasm at the entrance, he sank deeper layer by layer.
Finally.
-Squelk
All in.
Si-woo, in his awkward stance, could now press flush against her back.
Though she'd risen to tiptoes a bit in the process.
Si-woo: early 180s cm.
Rinne: early 160s cm.
That thrilling 20cm gap let him rest his chin leisurely on her crown when glued tight.
From her head-top vantage, her full frontal nudity was on display.
Strictly speaking, Rinne was flat-chested.
About twin-sized, from what he'd glimpsed before.
Her notably small nipples screamed hypersensitive.
"......"
More importantly...
Wasn't it too quiet?
This forceful entry should've drawn pain cries, spirit body or not.
Si-woo hastily peered down at her face.
"Done?"
But Rinne shattered his expectations beautifully.
Pain, shame, pleasure—whatever she felt, the face shows it naturally.
He'd expected a scrunched nose or furrowed brow.
"N-no, not yet."
But nothing.
Just her usual tea-sipping calm.
No sweat bead on her forehead—not even performative.
What bizarre disconnect was this?
Cought off-guard, Si-woo swallowed hard.