Chapter 667
Chapter 667
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 667
Chapter Title: Bizarre Date (2)
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Recently, nun outfits have been reinterpreted in subcultures and games with provocative twists, but at their core, they embody abstinence and poverty.
The black nun's habit Dorothy wore was no different.
It covered a lot and minimized any exposure of her figure.
Yet Dorothy's take on the nun's habit rejected both abstinence and poverty.
Thick fabric strained against her lusciously curved lines.
Her vibrant beauty and mysterious silver eyes oozed an effortless allure.
Especially the explosive swell of her midsection, lifting the fabric as if to test the piety of any holy man.
"How much of a pervert's taste is this, I wonder?"
Layer by layer, the nun's outfit came off.
The veil dropped to the floor first, then with arms reaching behind her back, the rest slipped away like a snake shedding its skin.
Beneath lay a waist free of even an ounce of excess fat despite those generous breasts, thighs plump in just the right measure, porcelain-smooth skin, and hips far wider than her shoulders in a perfect birthing shape.
I'd seen it plenty during her treatments, but no matter how many times, the sight felt utterly unreal.
Down to her underwear in one go, Dorothy tossed her hair dramatically and struck a model's pose before Si-woo, as if showing off.
[Can you hear me? Stop drooling.]
Lost in holy awe at her figure, a psychic wave buzzed in my head.
[Lucky us, our wavelengths match perfectly~ See? We're connected on a deeper level.]
At first, I thought it was my imagination.
Dorothy's lips hadn't moved a twitch, and even to my eyes, there was only the faintest trace of mana flow.
It was some kind of telepathic spell she was casting.
[Try talking back in your mind?]
I'd been flustered at first, but before I knew it, a top-tier witch like me was handling it.
Feeling along the thread of intent whispering in my skull, I projected my thoughts.
[Like this?]
[Yeah, not bad for a first try. Don't look so shocked, okay? It'll hurt my feelings. I do have some pride, you know.]
She was right.
I'd pegged it as another childish whim from Dorothy.
I'd even grumbled inwardly about how serious this was for me.
[What kind of magic is this?]
['Revelation.' As long as the link between us is solid, no one else can eavesdrop.]
Still, no spell was truly undetectable with Rinne right next door—she'd sense something off.
Thanks to Dorothy's forceful setup, we'd carved out this alone time in the same space, naturally creating room for private chat via Revelation.
"Shall we start with a kiss?"
"Sure."
True conversation through Revelation.
Surface chatter for Rinne's ears through our mouths.
I grabbed Dorothy's waist as she approached with soft steps and pressed our lips together.
The plush sensation of bare breasts against me.
Even through her bra, their yielding softness jiggled, stirring my deepest urges.
"Mmmph... smooch..."
Her cheeky tongue slipped into my mouth, kicking off a mock makeout.
[I had a hunch, but fill me in on your situation anyway~]
2.
Rinne sat in seiza facing the wall, as usual.
Beyond this paper-thin door, her new male apprentice witch and Dorothy were together.
The wet sounds of their heated kisses and the rustle of skin brushing skin drilled into Rinne's ears.
Her head throbbed.
The cold fire sliding down her throat.
The sharp tang amid the intense ginger scent—after that, her memories blurred.
It had been utterly disgraceful.
Not content with passing out drunk from one sip in front of the Maiden of the Nine Heavens, she'd stripped and thrown a tantrum too.
How that must look to others was obvious.
That's why she'd accepted Dorothy's near-absurd terms.
"......"
But Rinne hadn't gone into the deal with Dorothy unprepared.
She'd tacked on a condition: endure his sexual walls.
She knew full well Si-woo's walls were shameless enough to overwhelm most women.
Dorothy might try to pluck the sweet fruit that was Si-woo, but soon she'd learn it was a sour wild plum.
"Haa... I told you not to go so fast~"
"Mmmph! Smooch!"
She seemed to be enjoying herself for now, at least.
Anyway, spectating their affair from the next room wasn't just to watch Dorothy suffer.
Rinne had slept with him multiple times already.
Even offered her rear to satisfy his walls—a desperate gambit.
Yet the mana amplification effect she'd glimpsed from afar in the past never once occurred.
At this point, Rinne considered two possibilities.
One: Si-woo had lied from the start.
Two: Her efforts to satisfy him had fallen short.
She couldn't verify the first right away, and the second... even Rinne balked at pushing further.
Into that impasse, Dorothy had appeared as the perfect test subject.
A great witch like her would have sky-high pride, naturally.
Whether she'd fully accept Si-woo's demands was anyone's guess.
If Dorothy snapped and kicked him out, their prior deal would bury Rinne's embarrassment, clearing the minor debt she owed her.
Conversely, if Dorothy embraced his demands and mana amplification triggered in the process... well, that would be fine too.
She'd figure out what came after later.
As Rinne eavesdropped on the sticky caresses between her apprentice and former colleague, with her scheme in mind...
Si-woo and Dorothy had exchanged info via Revelation.
[You think this is funny? I'm dying here.]
[Sorry... I figured, but~ it's just too, too hilarious...]
[You know how freaked out I was earlier?]
Dorothy, briefed on the full story, had tears welling up.
She was fighting back a grin that kept creeping up, struggling not to burst into laughter.
And who could blame her?
Rinne and Si-woo's relationship.
Si-woo twisting himself into knots to keep the secret.
Rinne blissfully playing along with the ruse.
The parties involved were deadly serious, but from afar, it was comedy gold.
[Fine, I won't tell Lurye out of pity.]
[I know it's pathetic. So quit laughing already.]
[Tears... my tears...]
Si-woo eyed the displeased Dorothy.
Always the same—her big-sis vibe lacked any gravity.
[Anyway, so I just gotta fool around with you back there moderately? Keep the lie from Rinne?]
As Dorothy summed it up, the puzzle pieces clicked in Si-woo's mind.
Rinne eavesdropping on this sex.
Dorothy pledging to fully accept his walls.
The 'fake' mana amplification condition he'd laid out to Rinne beforehand.
At first glance, disparate bits meshed into a bold new picture.
[Got a great idea. Wanna hear it?]
[What?]
[Tonight, we shake off Rinne.]
[Huh?]
[We'll do it from behind... then finish up front.]
Dorothy dropped her grin, eyes widening.
[You sure? You're faking the mana amp condition, right?]
She had a point.
Si-woo had told Rinne mana amplification happened upon ejaculation when 'sexual arousal peaked.'
But it was a lie.
A flimsy deception that'd unravel after one front-facing try.
Proof? Rinne had dolled up pretty today and come on this date willingly.
Her attempt to plug variables into the experiment.
If frustrated Rinne tested angles and found nothing, the jig was up quick.
So instead, make this experiment show a 'successful' mana amplification.
Wash away her accumulated suspicions clean, while staging proof his words weren't lies.
The collateral? Rinne's excessive shame would never let her try Dorothy's debauched display.
In other words, time to return as the milk cow boy.
[Ah.]
Quick on the uptake, Dorothy got it.
Her smirking face paled as she urgently broadcast her thoughts.
[I was just planning some~ moaning and stuff...?]
[Who started this mess? Time to use it.]
[What?! I did it to get us alone to talk!]
An obvious excuse.
If she'd wanted, there were tons of ways to snag one-on-one time without sex.
Forcing this tightrope? Had to be Dorothy's hefty ulterior motives.
[Anyway, you'll cooperate.]
-Squeeze!
"Hyah!"
Si-woo slipped a hand into her panties from behind, caressing her slick folds.
Drenched already, just from some breast-sucking and kissing.
"Already soaked through?"
"I'm the type who gets~ plenty wet. If that's all you've got me so far~ maybe your technique's lacking?"
This wasn't Dorothy's intent.
She'd even threesomed with Lurye, practically her niece.
Putting on a sex show for Rinne? No biggie.
If anything, a spicy thrill.
But mooing like a cow to dispel Rinne's doubts?
Even bold Dorothy couldn't swallow that embarrassment.
"So confident. Can't wait to see you bawling snot and tears soon."
"Hng~ Got the skills for that? Or will you be the one crying and cumming first?"
Without consent, Si-woo revved the engine, and Dorothy shot him a pouty smirk.
[Anyway, we're proceeding.]
[Bring it~ But underestimate me like old times, and you're in for a rude awakening.]
Their first time: so brutal she'd been thoroughly conquered.
Si-woo had surprisingly held back since.
Post-initial treatment, Lurye was in the bed too, after all.
Minus that debut, Dorothy hadn't shown him such a shameful side.
She'd been unprepared then, new to anal besides.
Now was different.
Even Dorothy wouldn't debase herself knowing Rinne watched next door.
Sexual sensitivity bowed heavily to the mind, after all.
An impromptu match unfolded.
Dorothy, refusing to break. Si-woo, hellbent on shattering her.
"If all that's alive is your mouth, I'll~ punish you good."
With Dorothy's signature tic as the opening shot, their wretched colosseum now convened.
In the Fragrant Moon Pavilion.