Chapter 682
Chapter 682
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 682
Chapter Title: Master's Challenge
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Takasho had declared that the greatest inventions to ever change the world were the wheel, the lightbulb, and stockings.
Si-woo had given him an earful for making such a fuss over mere clothing made of nylon.
Takasho countered with a passionate defense.
First off, stockings were visually stunning.
The key here was the denier count, which measured the transparency of the yarn.
A sheer 15-20 denier black stocking that offered just a tantalizing glimpse of skin carried a primal erotic charge potent enough to boost birth rates by driving men wild.
And that was just the beginning.
Clinging even tighter to bare skin than panties, they soaked up a woman's natural scent and warmth, making them invaluable whether worn or removed.
For certain discerning customers, the latent value of stockings worn by a beautiful woman far exceeded common sense—there were even those who'd risk their lives for a pair once owned by a stunner.
He added his personal theory that a company specializing in stockings worn by witches could rival global conglomerates.
Honestly, Si-woo hadn't bought into it.
He figured it was just Takasho's typical over-the-top rhetoric.
Back then, Si-woo had never seen a woman naked except for pantyhose, and he hadn't had the chance since.
Nylon stockings, being a modern material, weren't popular in Gehenna, nor were they a witch's preferred attire.
"...Oh..."
But now, confronted with the real thing—a breathtaking combo of nudity and pantyhose—he fully got Takasho's hype.
Her already plump ass was lifted into perfect shape by the nylon's stretch, almost intimidatingly so.
Sleek, elongated legs gained a translucent gradient from the black-white contrast, enriching her skin tone.
The dense, even weave between her cheeks teased the imagination like a mosaic.
Even tightly bound, her slender waist looked no different from if she'd stripped completely.
Nude pantyhose was the ultimate negotiator for his cock.
Forget context or buildup—it just kept whispering, "Hot, right? Then just fuck it."
His dick, swollen rock-hard without a single touch, nodded along like, "Yeah, that's compelling!" Which was the real absurdity.
But the arousal didn't stop there.
Who was wearing them mattered just as much.
This unexpected side of Rinne, something he'd never witnessed before.
Sure, her motives were ulterior, but the fact she'd gone out of her way to wear stockings could only mean one thing.
To cater to his tastes—what else?
Whether they felt awkward or not, Rinne's gaze kept flicking to her own thighs.
Yet she held a pose that perfectly framed her backside, like she was granting him a private photoshoot.
The idea that she'd donned these—clearly for the first time—just to cheer on his dick? There was something moving about Rinne's pantyhose.
"Did you wear them for me?"
"Drink the potion."
Rinne's curt reply.
He shook his head.
If not for that icy tone, he might've lost it—ripped the crotch open and slammed into her with a mating press, no questions asked.
It was a vicious seduction skill.
He couldn't forget his purpose.
This sex had to be a deception ploy, nothing more—for the sake of returning to his lovers in Gehenna.
That said, was this potion really okay?
Ye-bin and Si-woo were in cahoots, after all.
She'd supplied the ingredients for this aphrodisiac, and no matter how skilled she was as an apothecary, she'd surely capped its potency.
Witches trained in all magic, not just their specialty, so she couldn't have made it plain water—but still.
Then add pantyhose and Rinne's synergy on top...
Wasn't this dangerously potent?
"Master, I don't think I need to drink it right now."
"Drink it."
But he couldn't skip it.
He'd used low libido as an excuse to step out earlier.
-Gulp gulp
With no choice, he downed the aphrodisiac, and the effects hit hard.
His lower belly burned with electric heat, vitality surging through his body.
Might've been his imagination, but his cock felt thicker too.
"......"
After stripping, Si-woo flinched.
Rinne's eyes were locked on his upright, throbbing member, refusing any team spirit.
Her gaze's meaning was obvious.
First time his untouched dick had reacted this fiercely.
She was inwardly pleased her scheme worked, yet repulsed by his lust itself.
"The potion works great, huh."
"Hah."
She sighed at his lame excuse—a first.
As he stood there blankly, Rinne knelt like she was brewing tea.
What was this?
Her usual pattern: strip, turn her back, present immediately.
But sitting back down?
Was she planning to brew tea in that state? Some kinda roleplay?
No clue whose idea this was.
His confusion deepened with her next words.
"Come here."
"Huh?"
"Stand in front of me."
Even then, Si-woo didn't catch her intent.
Maybe a close inspection? Vague guesswork.
"Closer."
He stood two steps away, but she urged again.
She didn't stop him as he inched nearer.
"What're you planning?"
"......"
At 20cm between her nose and his tip.
She stared silently, like seeing an erection for the first time.
Technically, this close-up was a first.
Before, it'd just been thrusting from behind, and cleanup never involved looking his way.
So, close observation her goal?
"...For your sake."
Her flawless beauty muttered despite eyes fixed center.
Like a mantra to herself.
After mumbling long, she raised her voice for him to hear.
"I'll do it."
Shock hit like a slap to the ears; his jaw dropped.
No way.
Impossible.
Rinne to nude pantyhose was a stretch, but plausible compromise for her stubborn, no-frills self.
"Huh?"
"With my mouth."
Rinne giving a blowjob?
Unthinkable.
This angle screamed fellatio, sure, but...
Even in a real relationship, she'd never.
No connection whatsoever.
"C'mon, don't mess with me."
Her brow twitched through her straight see-through bangs.
His involuntary chuckle met a murderous glare, sharp as a knife.
"I said I'll do it."
Her seemingly impulsive act stemmed from last night's overheard tryst and Ye-bin's advice.
First, she'd donned pantyhose to flaunt her ass.
While he was out grabbing the location board, she'd visited a shop in Arcana Town for modern goods and bought them herself—five spares, just in case.
Next, she recalled Dorothy and Si-woo hadn't stopped at penetration.
From their talk, Dorothy had pleasured his cock and body with mouth and breasts.
Breasts were out for Rinne, physically impossible.
But oral? Doable.
Kneeling before him stirred odd humiliation, but tolerable.
Her ace wasn't done.
Three principles to satisfy his tastes.
One: Obey his commands, feed his conquest kink.
"Now you order it."
"Pardon?"
"Command me to do it with my mouth."
Two: Stress this was unseen by others, that it shamed her.
"I've never done this before, never even considered it. So I'm deeply humiliated and repulsed right now."
Three: Show he'd conquered her.
"But if you order it, I'll have no choice but to obey."
"......"
Si-woo felt cold sweat beading.
Reality sank in post her words.
No more bland anal—this was nude pantyhose submissive blowjob territory.
Last night's plan had backfired spectacularly.
Her Holstein show to stonewall had ignited Rinne's drive and competitive fire.
This was bad.
Rinne had unlocked advanced tech.
Keep experimenting, and creampie wasn't far off.
Why go this far? What was missing?
Reject her.
Building excuses was unwise, whatever.
"Uh... I don't want to?"
"......"
Her fiercest glare yet flashed.
'I go this far, and you spout that nonsense?' Her eyes roared like a lion.
"Refuse, and I'll cut off this useless thing."
Her voice unsteady, like a poorly tuned piano, barely containing rage.
Fists clenched on her knees cracked ominously—proof she meant it.
"J-Just kidding! Go ahead with your mouth then."
He backpedaled frantically.
"'Go ahead' sounds like begging."
"Use your mouth."
"...To service this filthy thing with my mouth."
Rinne glared up in disgust, dripping disdain like he'd forced her—leaving innocent Si-woo baffled.
"What'm I supposed to do...?"
After agonizing like twins debating pickled radish, Rinne closed her eyes and leaned forward slowly.
Smooch...
A shy kiss echoed from his tip.
Hesitant Rinne pursed her lips against it.
The surreal scene—unbelievable by word or sight—gained reality from her soft lips' touch.
Chuuup...
Light kisses on glans and shaft, then she opened her eyes.
"I hate it, but you ordered me."
Gauging her stunned disciple's face, she extended her crimson tongue.