Chapter 671
Chapter 671
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 671
Chapter Title: Peculiar Date (6)
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1.
At a glance, Si-woo might have looked like he'd lost his mind to lust, but he hadn't forgotten his duty.
Even as he thoroughly enjoyed the double-hole course with Dorothy, he kept a sharp eye on Linne's presence.
If he came inside her while Linne was watching right there, all their smokescreen operations up to now could go up in flames.
So he waited for the moment when Linne would feel disgusted and leave.
The instant he judged she'd put enough distance between them, he slammed his fully swollen cock deep into her front hole and unleashed a torrent of semen.
Once the waves had spread out, he quickly used telekinesis to retrieve the semen.
Then he moved it to her back hole.
After that, plugging it back in with his cock like it had been there all along sealed the deal.
It was a scenario he'd simulated from the start, but it nearly went wrong for two reasons anyway.
One was that Dorothy's pussy clenched so deliciously around him after taking the creampie that he didn't want to pull out.
The other was that Linne, whom he'd thought had gone pretty far, flung the door open much sooner than expected.
"……."
Linne's eyebrows furrowed slightly in shock.
The rooms in Hyangwol Pavilion always stayed quite chilly—you'd need to bundle up under a thick comforter with a brazier at your side just to feel warm.
But now the room felt sweltering and humid, like somewhere in Southeast Asia.
A wild, musky scent mixed with the fishy tang wafted through the steamy haze, making Linne wrinkle her nose without thinking.
"Ah, you're here?"
Si-woo greeted Linne calmly amid the lingering tremors of mana in the air.
His cock was still buried firm in Dorothy's ass, greeting no one as she lay sprawled on the bed.
-Squish! Squish!
Even with Linne bursting in suddenly, he thrust his hips a couple more times without hesitation.
"Thanks, Master. I just blew a nice hot load thanks to you."
Linne's gaze drifted over to Dorothy.
Sweat glistened stickily over her entire body, soaking even her hair.
Her eyes were unfocused, her lips melted into a sloppy mess with the corners slightly upturned in evident pleasure.
Her ass bore a glaring red handprint that shimmered vulgarly,
and her face, smeared with saliva and tears, was so debased it was impossible to imagine as Dorothy just a few hours ago.
She seemed completely unconscious.
Finally, it sank in.
The one who'd been moaning like a beast, bleating like a cow in heat until the cherry blossoms of Hyangwol Pavilion started shedding petals—it had been Dorothy.
"Ugh. This thing's stuck good. Dorothy, relax a bit."
"Hng...! Hah...!"
With a wet, stretching sound, his massive shaft pulled free from her tight rear entrance.
Dorothy let out a bizarre groan, her hips twitching wildly until his cock finally slipped out completely—then she collapsed like a marionette with cut strings.
Even that looked like a frog that had been stomped once.
"Looks like she's satisfied now. Ah, good thing she took it all so well."
"……."
"Was the contract with Master for two days? It's only been four hours, so... guess we'll pick back up after a break."
Si-woo patted Dorothy's ass like he'd just finished a hearty meal and flashed Linne a grin.
That smile evoked the image of a carnivorous plant luring bugs with a bewitching fragrance, deepening the furrow in her refined brow.
She couldn't think of what to say or how to react.
"……."
She glanced at Dorothy once more.
As a human—and as a witch—Dorothy looked utterly depraved, but magically speaking, it was a different story.
Her brand brimmed with vivid, transparent mana.
The brand's functions had been massively enhanced, enough to affect her spirit body's composition.
Linne's hypothesis hadn't been wrong.
This path led to strength.
But there was a problem.
The mana amplification that showed no reaction even after three sessions a day with Linne had triggered after just this once—proving that this raw debauchery suited his tastes.
In other words, it meant Linne would have to turn into this whoreish mess to trigger the mana amplification herself.
"Master."
Si-woo spoke to the shaken Linne.
She flinched back involuntarily.
"You sticking around? I was about to go again. You could join if you want."
His cock, which she'd never seen up close before, twitched up and down.
A indescribable disgust twisted her lips.
"You two have your fun."
-Slam!
The door shut.
Linne turned toward a teahouse room a fair distance from Hyangwol Pavilion, far enough that no stray noises would reach.
"Phew."
Si-woo listened to her receding footsteps and patted his chest in relief.
Linne was sharper than she let on, so he'd been on pins and needles wondering if she'd see through the deception.
Sure, he'd laid down plenty of smokescreens to avoid detection, but if she decided to test it herself, he'd be in real trouble.
Just switching holes would give it away immediately.
Was this what they called the darkest spot under the lamp?
Or had he laid the groundwork that well up to now?
Either way, things had gone according to plan.
"Dorothy."
Si-woo shook Dorothy's shoulder; she'd been out cold the whole time.
When he glanced toward the fading footsteps, they headed to the most remote teahouse in Hyangwol Pavilion.
Linne apparently wanted distance enough to block out all the filthy sounds.
This was the perfect chance to discuss their escape plan with Dorothy without prying eyes.
"Dorothy, wake up."
"Hmmm.... Mmmrrrr...."
But this big sis showed no signs of waking.
"Well, she did go through a lot unwillingly..."
Maybe let her rest a bit.
He pulled the blanket over her lightly—that took care of his obligations.
2.
Hyangwol Pavilion was cramped.
All its rooms were divided by thin paper screens.
Put those two facts together, and the result was simple.
Soundproofing was abysmal, so Alice and Ye-bin could hear every bit of Si-woo and Dorothy's romp.
"Ugh... uuuuh...."
Alice huddled inside the wardrobe where they stored blankets, knees hugged to her chest, trembling uncontrollably.
The Witch of the Quadrant and Shin Si-woo were having sex.
She vaguely guessed it was some similar deal to what Linne had ordered her into back then.
If that was all, she could've brushed it off with an "Oh, classy."
Even added a twinge of envy at Si-woo spending the night with one of the famously busty witches renowned even among the public figures.
A powerhouse at the 22nd Hierarchy, whose naked body and pleasure-warped expressions he'd get to see, no less.
But when the whispers turned into concert-level decibels...
Alice's trauma switch got hammered like keys in a rhythm game.
The process of a witch losing her dignity and turning into a mere bitch.
The process of ripping out her will to resist and force-feeding her pleasure.
All of it was exactly what the Witch of Silence had done to Alice.
Just the sounds alone overlaid that day's nightmare onto reality.
And keeping someone with that kind of aggressive drive so close terrified her.
Last time it'd gone smoothly, but she owed him multiple debts.
Their status gap yawned even wider during Hexennacht.
If he decided to force her into bed and demand the same, she couldn't refuse.
Whether it was feasible or not didn't matter to Alice right now.
PTSD was remembering artillery fire from mere fireworks, after all.
"You okay?"
"F-F-F-Fine...."
"Drink this. It'll calm you down a bit."
"N-No. Leave me like this.... I need it dark and tight and pitch-black...."
Ye-bin, who knew some of the situation, offered a potion-laced drink to the pitifully shaking Alice with sympathetic eyes.
Even that she refused; her face drained pale blue, she was clearly in full panic mode.
"Fine, I'll leave it here. You have to drink it when you feel better, okay?"
Forcing her out would backfire, so Ye-bin set down the potion and closed the wardrobe door.
"Haa...."
Ye-bin had lost her composure for entirely different reasons.
"Oh my... he's gone mad...."
Vivid, lewd moans drilled into her ears.
The pounding was so fierce she could hear the wet slaps and ass-smacks in crude detail.
And not just moans—it sounded like cow bellows.
"She wasn't like that before...."
The first time they'd done it sober, it had been pretty tame.
A few years later, he'd turned into a guy who craved fire-noodle-level spice.
Hadn't she been the one to teach him ass-spanking and dirty talk?
"Haa...."
Still, to reduce a 22nd Hierarchy grand witch to that state...
Others might tsk in disapproval, but Ye-bin's thoughts veered elsewhere.
"...And I didn't even lay a hand on her."
Of course, she knew the circumstances.
It had to be that way; there were reasons.
And this romp probably wasn't even what he wanted.
But after getting dragged into Hexennacht, the endless forced celibacy.
Massaging his muscled body every night had only built up her longing.
Hearing those lewd sounds now brought back that unforgettable hot night with him.
Her cheeks flushed faintly as she furtively hefted her own breasts.
"Mine are big too...."
Plenty big enough for mooing.
If—just if—she ever got to sleep with him again, would she end up like that?
Ye-bin indulged in the fantasy for a fleeting moment, then let out a long sigh.
Glancing down, she noticed other places getting a little wet too—embarrassing.
"Pointless...."
The long night dragged on interminably.