Chapter 670
Chapter 670
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 670
Chapter Title: Fantastically Bizarre Date (5)
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1.
Pursuing pleasure is human nature itself.
Even the grandest monuments of human history boil down to nothing more than an endless chase for ecstasy.
That's why sexual intercourse—the most primal, visceral source of pleasure—has inspired countless studies.
From basics like missionary and doggy style to expert-only maneuvers like deep pounding or the cobra position.
There are so many variations that spending just ten minutes on each would burn through an entire night.
But mark my words:
The absolute best way to savor a full Dorothy experience is woman on top.
Dorothy squatting helplessly, impaled on his cock.
Si-woo's core strength—capable of holding a plank for twenty-four hours straight—unleashed its full power even flat on his back.
-Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Hn! Hnng! Hung!"
Behold this magnificent sight.
Every time her tight, sticky back entrance gets driven upward, her heavy breasts defy gravity and bounce with explosive vigor.
Her pitiful lips, bitten raw and white to muffle her moans.
Disheveled strands of hair plastered to her sweat-slick cheeks.
Cheeks blazing red from the relentless onslaught of pleasure, sweat now beading glossily across her entire body.
Her squatting stance spreads her knees wide, exposing her drooling pussy in raw, obscene detail.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"The front was nice and loose, but this back hole's got some grip."
"Krgh...! You...! Ass...! Think you can... handle it...? Hii! I won't... let you off...!"
The least intimidating threat in the world.
Coming from someone who'd already cum twice just from having her ass reamed.
It was basically code for "Fuck me harder!"
"Handle it? Squeeze that shithole tighter? Go on, try."
"You... youuu... haang...!"
Si-woo's mocking words made Dorothy's back hole clamp down fiercely.
"Good girl."
"Haaang!"
Dorothy wasn't actually trying to obey Si-woo's command.
It was just that Dorothy—who'd never been treated like this in her life—felt every degrading dirty word more intensely than the last.
Her upper mouth lied, but her lower one told the truth.
The twitching hole, pulsing through contractions and releases, suddenly spasmed hard.
Signs of climax building after just thirty minutes of the main event.
"Good girl for listening. Here's another one."
"Uut... uuut...! Huuut...!"
"Oh, and quit dripping all that pussy juice on my stomach."
"Hauuung...!"
Ramping up the intensity and humiliation to put on a show for Rinne.
Si-woo gripped her plump ass cheeks hard, warding off any risk of a snapped dick.
"Here it comes."
"W-Wait...!"
Dorothy braced herself from past experience, knowing the super-piston barrage—three thrusts per second—was inbound.
But Si-woo gave her no chance to prepare.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah, ah, aaaah, aaaah, haaaang!"
Drool spilling from her chin unnoticed, Dorothy's mouth unleashed a feral, piercing wail.
Her breasts, swinging side to side, slapped together like thunderous applause, cheering on her ass-pussy climax.
The blinding flash of orgasm turned her vision white.
"Grk...! Hiaaaang...!!!"
"Euk...!"
Her mucosa convulsed like she'd been electrocuted, clamping his cock with laundry-wringing force.
Lubricated solely by her own juices, it was so vise-tight he couldn't budge his hips.
"Haa...! Hiut...! Haaang...!"
The overlapping multi-orgasm dragged on for quite a while.
Anal peaks weren't like the sharp spike-and-drop of clit or vaginal orgasms.
They piled up in a dull, lingering heat that refused to fade.
"Haa... hnut... hwik...!"
Dorothy had squatted diligently for thirty minutes straight, but the triple combo broke her.
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed into Si-woo's arms.
The cock stayed lodged purely thanks to its monstrous girth.
"Huu... hwik... hik...!"
Her breathing ragged from excess pleasure, reduced to hiccuping sobs against his chest.
She glared up at him with the expression of someone unjustly slapped.
[Enough... aren't you done...?]
Her self-cast Revelation magic.
Even for a skilled witch like Dorothy, transmitting clear intent in this state mangled the audio quality.
[You're the one enjoying it—what's that supposed to mean?]
[You trash...! My dignity...? What am I supposed to do?]
[Forget that—wanna try that thing again after so long?]
-Twitch!
Dorothy's sharp instincts kicked in.
She knew exactly what "that" meant and clenched around his cock in panic.
[You're insane? No way in hell...!]
She could grudgingly accept Si-woo's verbal abuse.
Wasn't humiliating dirty talk the bedrock of SM play? Scraping every last crumb of arousal.
But mooing like a cow while bawling? That was a hard line.
It meant mocking her pride-and-joy breasts as mere livestock udders—and admitting it herself.
Trampling her own dignity for a fleeting high? Sane people didn't do that.
And with Rinne eavesdropping?
"Ah... hwik...!"
Si-woo pulled out and flipped her over like a wrestling takedown, cradling her close.
Dorothy's ass thrust skyward, upper body limp and dangling.
Drained of strength, the cow witch waited helplessly to be stuffed again.
"Udder like these moaning human? Kinda off. Moo like a proper cow whenever it feels good from now on."
"...Over my dead body...!"
Her resolute tone rang with ironclad determination.
It buckled at the first insertion.
-Squelch!
"Khaang!"
Her pussy—throbbing neglected during the anal marathon—finally got fed.
The starved hole that had craved nothing else.
-Slurp! Squish! Shluck!
In that instant, Dorothy saw fireworks explode before her eyes.
Pure white, detonating bliss.
"Hik! Hik! Hiik!"
Even simple motions had her toes curling so hard it cramped her feet.
Chills raced across goosebump-covered skin as pleasure pierced to the marrow.
"Hik! Hik! Hiik~ Nah, that's moo."
"U, uu... moo...! N-No! Hang!"
Dorothy desperately wrestled back control as her throat nearly betrayed her.
Dangerously good.
Her mind teetered on the edge of heaven's gate.
The grinding at her womb's entrance awakened base breeding instincts, overpowering even the great witch's pride.
"Don't like it?"
"What the hell do you take me for...?"
"A cow. Guess we'll do it this way then."
-Pop!
The girthy rod slipped out with a light, playful sound, raining pussy juice droplets on her ass.
Next up: the back hole, swollen cherry-red from nonstop pounding.
"Hhaaaang...!"
Bedroom conqueror Si-woo's secret ultimate technique.
Ping-pong hole tasting.
Luxuriate in her melted, sloppy pussy, then ravage the resistant tight ass.
When the sticky grip fatigues his cock, switch back to the slick front.
Same principle as the saunas in Akula.
Alternating wildly different sensations to rocket pleasure to deadly heights.
The mental thrill of double violation? Pure bonus.
"Wh-What... are you doing...? D-Don't tell me... both holes...!? Haaat! Hiuuuk! Hik...!"
Pinned immobile before she knew it, Dorothy yielded both holes in ten-second rotations.
Si-woo's killer move outdid any pleasure she'd known—raw stimulation overload.
Couldn't even tell which hole was getting railed.
Before numbness set in from one, dizzying ecstasy bloomed fresh from the other.
Brain flooded with pink aphrodisiac euphoria, mingled with terror of neural meltdown.
"Keep mooing pretty, and I'll do this all night."
"This... shit... if anyone hears... Hik... hik...!"
"You love the embarrassment, admit it."
His words laid bare the truth she'd denied over and over.
If he'd already seen through her...
Any point hiding it further?
Pride? Who cared.
Even if this were the town square under a staring crowd, it wouldn't matter.
Nothing but primal instinct gnawed inside her—to feel even better.
Her tear-and-drool-soaked chin quivered.
"Mooooooo~~~!"
The beastly bellow filled the Moonlit Pavilion.
2.
"Moooo! Hihung...! Hiyang...! Moooo...!"
"Giddyup! Giddyup!"
Lewd, sticky mating slaps mingled with an ear-scorching symphony of dirty talk.
Rinne's lips twisted in disgust.
"Filthy pigs."
She'd never held high hopes for Si-woo anyway.
Her assessment of his "walls" had tanked hard.
But she'd rated Dorothy highly.
Their smug personalities clashed, sure—but she was a powerhouse and business partner worth respecting.
Seeing her debase herself like this? Mortifying beyond belief.
A grand witch reduced to mooing like livestock to please a man.
A disgrace that tarnished all witches.
"Moooooo!"
No "contract clause" excuse held water now.
How was that mess any effort at compliance?
Just a cheap slut lost to base lust, dignity tossed aside.
She couldn't stomach another second.
Rinne rose and paced the hall to fetch water for her ears.
The obscene moans and bovine howls echoed so loud they lingered forever.
-Splash! Splash!
Rinne vigorously rinsed her ears with cold basin water.
As a massive "Moooooo!" rang out, she grabbed a white towel to dry off...
-Boom!
A colossal mana wave erupted outward.
Pure as fresh-fallen snow—pristine and chaste.
Identical to the pulse she'd sensed while spying on Tiferet Duke during her coupling with him.
"......"
-Drop
Rinne realized the towel had slipped from her hand to the floor.
Did she really... find satisfaction in that?
Her body dissolved into shadow and raced to the room where Dorothy and Si-woo were entangled.