Chapter 669
Chapter 669
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 669
Chapter Title: Bizarre Date (4)
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Just as it's the law of nature for the victor to ravage the loser.
After losing the foreplay bout, Dorothy spreading her pussy and asshole wide open in admission of defeat was perfectly reasonable common sense.
"Spread it wider."
"Hngh..."
"You need to spread it nice and wide."
Si-woo sat comfortably on the bed.
Dorothy stood there awkwardly, sticking only her ass out, putting on a full two-hole open show.
Her long white fingertips gripped firmly, holding her pussy lips and rear entrance spread wide, twitching right at eye level.
And somehow, her nails were impeccably manicured, shiny and pretty.
Anyway.
It was a situation like a female inmate getting a body cavity search from a prison guard.
"Can't spread it any more?"
"This is as wide as it goes, you pervert! Why are you even making me do this...?"
"It's the hole I'm gonna plunder clean later, so I gotta inspect it thoroughly before tasting."
Si-woo, now fully equipped with a cocky tone, and Dorothy, who couldn't fidget or resist, submitting obediently.
From the moment she admitted defeat, things were proceeding exactly according to Si-woo's plan—no room for choice.
She had to put on a show packed with embarrassing poses that Rinne wouldn't even dream of imitating.
"Hmm..."
As expected.
Just from a bit of kissing, Dorothy's pale pink inner flesh was already slick and glistening like it was hosting a flood.
Dorothy might act like the incarnation of sadism, but her lewd nature projected onto her slutty body as always.
She secretly loved this kind of humiliating play.
You could tell from how her forcibly spread pussy twitched every time she felt his piercing gaze.
And the pretty petals freed from her ass crack quivered ever so slightly...
One bowl of rice gone in a flash already.
To crank up the intensity for Rinne, who was somewhat accustomed to R18 stuff, he decided to go full R29.
"Ugh, look at all that pussy juice drooling out. Was the kissing that good?"
"Hng~ I told you I get super wet, didn't I? Getting all high and mighty over this much..."
Surprisingly, even in this state, Dorothy was still trying to act superior.
But putting on airs like that just came off as cute pouting.
"Doesn't seem like it. One look at the picture and it's clearly a hair-trigger pussy."
"Ha-hair-trigger...? Hmph!"
Seizing the moment she was stunned by the outlandish sexual harassment, he shoved two fingers into her front hole.
The hot mucosa immediately clenched tight around his knuckles.
As expected of a legendary pussy.
Even spread wide open like this, it only loosened at the entrance.
Just two fingers in, and it still gripped with intense elasticity and pressure.
"Gotta test if it's really hair-trigger or not. Keep it spread nice and wide."
"Hey...! You...!"
No questions asked.
She was so aroused that her G-spot was swollen plump, making it effortless to find.
He hooked his fingers at the dipped entrance of her canal and unleashed fingering.
-Splish! Splish! Splish!
"Ngh...! Ah...! Uh...!"
This position was optimal for stimulating the G-spot.
The weight of his entire arm drove deep, thick pleasure right in, while his palm high-fived her clit for double the ecstasy.
-Splish! Splishsplishsplish!
"Ngh! Ha! Khk...! Kkh...!"
Just a little movement, and Dorothy's fingers trembled violently while holding her two holes spread.
Her knees, spread shoulder-width to match his eye level, slapped together and buckled in an instant.
"There we go~ Cumming from fingers making your pussy juice squirt like a fountain~"
"Hk! Hngh...! Ngh...!"
Dorothy's legs gave out, forcing her into a doggy squat, and he poured on another dose of humiliation.
"Isn't this the dance you were gonna show earlier? Doesn't look that slutty, though?"
Mimicking Dorothy's tone made her already tightening pussy clamp down even harder, squeezing his fingers.
Her rear petals, shrunk to the limit, showed she was putting up a desperate fight, but it ended all too easily.
-Squish squish squish
"Haaang...! W-wait...! Haaaang!"
Dorothy's plump ass shook wildly as she hit her peak.
He'd thought she'd hold out a bit longer, but she came way faster than expected.
"Haa... haa..."
Like a saint defiled by a bandit, Dorothy collapsed flat on the bed, panting heavily.
For a more relatable image, it was like how girls sit when playing patty-cake on the floor.
Her body still rippled with aftershocks that hadn't faded, so seductive he wanted to pounce right then.
"What? Not even 30 seconds?"
Dorothy's shoulders twitched at Si-woo's mocking words.
"My eyes didn't lie. Definitely a hair-trigger pussy."
"...That wasn't cumming, okay?"
Tears welled up in her eyes from the ultimate humiliation.
As she spouted the obvious lie as a retort, he showed her his arm, drenched up to the elbow in her juices, letting it speak for itself.
"Even this says otherwise?"
"Ugh..."
Her silver eyes, brimming with confidence moments ago, trembled in confusion before she whipped her head away.
"Can't do much with a worthless quick pussy like this. Probably cum before I even get a few thrusts in... What's the point?"
Her nape and ears flushed red under the relentless humiliation barrage.
Teasing Dorothy, who couldn't even talk back, felt amazing.
He could really feel his growth.
-Slap!
"Kyaa...!"
Sitting behind her, he smacked her ass, drawing a sharp scream from Dorothy.
"Keep those knees on the bed and just lift your ass up."
"...Fine?"
-Schluck!
"Heek...!"
He plunged straight into Dorothy's pussy, now angled perfectly for entry.
Her dense mucosa flipped inside out around his invading cock.
Hot, sticky, slippery, writhing.
Drenched enough to fill half a cup, he docked right at her cervix in one go.
"Krrgh... hng..."
Oh.
Fresh off her orgasm, her reaction was intense.
As her ass reflexively bucked from the deep thrusts hitting her weak spot, he pinned it down with his hand.
Then he savored her pussy, optimized for cock just 20 seconds post-climax.
-Squish...! Squelch...!
"Haak...! Grk.... Hng...!"
Dorothy clutched the sheets, tearing at them helplessly as her cervix got rubbed raw, offering no resistance.
Her sideboob spilling out shook enticingly, a feast for the eyes.
-Squelch!
"Haaang...! Ngh, hk.... Urgh...!"
He shook off the mucosa's clingy grasp even as he pulled out.
Just a quick in-and-out, and his cock was glazed like candied hawfruit.
"Good pussy. Perfect lube dispenser."
"......"
"Why so quiet all of a sudden?"
"It's... 'cause you're saying all this weird stuff..."
Her sharp comeback was just adorable.
"I had high hopes for the 'witch of the nine' or whatever, but this? Don't disappoint me with this hole."
This time, he aimed for the rear.
No extra lube needed.
Lifting Dorothy's ass slightly, he pressed down firmly and went in.
A top swordsman's essential qualities.
Unyielding courage—even if death's blade grazed their throat, not a flicker in their eyes.
Unshakable discipline—even as their body tore apart in agony.
And a calm mind, clear as a mirror.
Rinne possessed them all.
She carried a deep, vast lake in her chest, undisturbed by ordinary mishaps or variables.
"......"
Suddenly, a storm hit Rinne's mirror-like calm.
Her mind reeled in confusion.
Not the alcohol.
Some fatigue lingered, but enough time had passed—her senses were sharper than ever.
So the reason she couldn't hide her agitation was the sounds from beyond the thin wall.
Up until she heard them sucking and biting at each other, with Dorothy taking the lead, she felt nothing special.
Rinne had never felt sexual desire or pleasure in her life.
To her, the scene beyond was no different from beasts mating in a wildlife documentary.
She merely judged that Si-woo couldn't handle Dorothy and was getting devoured instead.
Not particularly surprising.
Si-woo was just a novice who'd lived thirty-odd years, while Dorothy was a grand witch renowned for centuries.
The moment she realized that, her interest waned.
Dorothy clearly wouldn't cater to Si-woo's tastes, and Si-woo couldn't impose his on her.
A greenhorn playing with a seasoned slut was nothing special.
That meant the two things Rinne had planned were unraveling.
She could barge in and call it a contract breach, but she had no desire to stoop that low.
It was too vulgar.
As she thought she'd wasted time pointlessly.
Si-woo and Dorothy started kissing.
She couldn't see, but the conversation made it obvious.
About 20 minutes later.
A sudden reversal.
"Spread it wider."
"This is as wide as it goes, you pervert! Why are you even making me do this...?"
"It's the hole I'm gonna plunder clean later, so I gotta inspect it thoroughly before tasting."
At this point, Rinne wondered if she was still drunk.
Or if she'd dozed off and missed something.
"Ugh, look at all that pussy juice drooling out. Was the kissing that good?"
"Hng~ I told you I get super wet, didn't I? Getting all high and mighty over this much..."
"Doesn't seem like it. One look at the picture and it's clearly a hair-trigger pussy."
"Ha-hair-trigger...? Hmph!"
Her half-lidded eyes snapped wide open.
"......?"
A dozen question marks popped up over Rinne's head.
Blinking blankly, the conversation continued, confirming she'd heard right.
"Gotta test if it's really hair-trigger or not. Keep it spread nice and wide."
"Hey...! You...!"
-Splish! Splish! Splish!
"Ngh...! Ah...! Uh...!"
And Dorothy's desperate moans mixed with the wet sloshing of juices.
"There we go~ Cumming from fingers making your pussy juice squirt like a fountain~"
"Haaang...! W-wait...! Haaaang!"
Dorothy moaned loudly amid Si-woo's taunts.
Even after her scream-like cries faded to ragged breaths, Si-woo kept hurling contemptuous mockery.
My eyes didn't lie. Definitely a hair-trigger pussy.
Can't do much with a worthless quick pussy like this. Probably cum before I even get a few thrusts in... What's the point?
Such sneering 'tastes' of his.
If even one word had been aimed at Rinne, it would've been unforgivable humiliation worthy of severing his head.
Even more baffling was Dorothy not budging an inch against such Si-woo.
Of course, the contract was to 'accept his tastes.'
But enduring that level of insult went beyond anything Rinne had imagined.
If she hated it, she could've stormed out or shown him a taste of her power...
Why wasn't she retorting at all? Why let this happen?
What was going on over there?
Was sex always like this?
"......"
In the greatest turmoil of her life, Rinne failed to realize.
The chaos stirring her heart was but a whirlpool in a teacup.
Si-woo hadn't even begun his real pervy acts yet.