Chapter 684
Chapter 684
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 684
Chapter Title: Master's Challenge (3)
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Sex feels good.
Whether it's the front or the back, isn't it an act biologically wired to bring pleasure?
But no matter how good it feels, there are always situations that make you hesitate.
For instance, if your immediate safety and the difficulty of your future life are riding on it, you can't just blissfully thrust your hips.
That's why Si-woo wanted to call it quits on this spine-chilling sex where magic amplification might or might not trigger.
Such feelings on Si-woo's part were completely lost on Linne. She knelt on the tatami mat, ass raised high and face planted down.
It was the exact position Dorothy had been in last night when Linne burst in, sensing the ripple of magic power.
"Now put it in."
Linne, who had always refused anything but missionary even when yielding her rear, was now stripped bare save for pantyhose. She'd given oral, allowed embraces without anger, and even submitted like a bitch in heat on all fours.
"......"
Si-woo knew there was resolve and grim determination in her posture. He couldn't help but tremble with anxiety.
He could sense it wouldn't be long before she demanded a creampie.
So Si-woo came up with a plan.
Since she'd adopted the approach of granting his requests, he'd hit her with shame beyond her tolerance.
As evident from Dorothy's case—the former powerhouse—Si-woo had never lost a bedroom battle.
Under normal circumstances, he could drown even Linne's seemingly impregnable fortress in a swamp of humiliation and ecstasy, leaving her flailing.
But there was a massive problem here.
Linne's own peculiar trait.
She couldn't feel pleasure. That was a critical issue.
Si-woo's prowess in bed came from freely wielding both carrot and stick.
But Linne's severe frigidity blocked the carrot called pleasure at the source.
In other words, he'd have to break her will with pure stick-play, no pleasure bait...
With no guarantee she wouldn't fly into a maximum rage in the process.
The key was walking a razor's edge: erode her motivation without touching her reverse scale.
"What are you doing?"
After an eternity face-down with no action, Linne glanced back to ask.
"First, you'll need to take off the stockings... Ah."
Time to rev the engine.
"You're going to do exactly as I say today, right? Otherwise, we can't trigger the magic amplification."
"...For now."
"So you've decided to obey my commands today?"
"Yes."
"Then tear them open yourself before I put it in."
-Rip!
Linne tore the crotch of her stockings without a hint of hesitation—more readily than expected.
The sight that followed was even more tantalizing than he'd imagined.
Plump pussy lips emerging through the hazy mosaic of fabric threads.
Her untouched virgin front and well-experienced rear hole on full, shameless display.
Freed from the stockings' pressure, her ass cheeks peeked out juicier than if she'd been fully nude.
"Done."
"......"
A man's primal instinct kicked in, simple and sad, as he swallowed hard.
"Now spread it wide open for me?"
"Spread?"
"Grab your cheeks and let me admire every secret inch. Especially the asshole."
"......"
As expected, Linne froze.
He'd used deliberately shameful phrasing.
Spreading your privates wide was naturally mortifying for any woman.
For the refined Linne, even more so.
Her hand extended reluctantly, gripping her own ass and pulling the cheeks apart ever so slightly.
Disdain dripped from her delicate fingertips.
-Schlick
In that moment, her dry labia parted with a faint, parched sound, exposing the pristine mound.
The rear entrance she'd always kept from full view now revealed its puckered ring in vivid detail.
"Is that as wide as you can go?"
Linne's usual tells when pissed: reflexively reaching for a blade, eyes sharpening like knives, brows twitching.
"......"
But right now, she faced forward.
So she signaled her anger differently.
-Twitch!
Her naked asshole clenched hard, then released.
Was it the side effect of that ridiculously potent aphrodisiac?
Rather than fear, a bizarre, lewd thought crossed his mind: Does her asshole always tense up when she's mad?
"Spread it more."
"More. Your pussy isn't even open properly."
"......"
Finally, Linne splayed both holes wide.
Her mochi-soft cheeks split apart, baring the vivid pink inner mucosa.
In between, a milky-white membrane gleamed, proof of her chastity.
"Hold that pose."
-Grind
Linne silently endured the humiliation, teeth grinding to the verge of cracking.
She chanted her near-maddened mantra: For strength, anything. Effort to maintain position.
So far, just nudity or offering her asshole.
The former barely fazed her, but the latter was humiliating even by her standards.
Tiferet's growth. The magic amplification that might catalyze it.
She'd brave any degradation to induce it.
But the moment she handed Si-woo the reins, the intensity skyrocketed.
Even for Linne, with her scant sexual notions and zero capacity for carnal pleasure.
Spreading her holes like this was profoundly perverse and abnormal.
It went beyond mere bodily surrender.
No one had ever handled her this way.
"Hmm... Master, your shape is really pretty."
"......"
"Front and back."
Si-woo's breath ghosted her exposed privates.
Glancing back, Linne realized his face was buried so close she could feel his exhales, scrutinizing her holes.
Screw this.
All pointless.
Time for a different approach.
The instant she moved to rise...
-Schlick
Something soft and squishy grazed her privates.
From clit, tracing the parted vaginal walls deep inside, up to her asshole.
Like a slug crawling leisurely, leaving sticky trails of saliva.
-Slurp, schluck schluck
"What the...?"
Rough breaths panted against her ass, drenching Linne in bewilderment.
She'd assumed a finger stroke.
Never dreamed he'd bury his face back there and shove his tongue into her anus.
Having climbed her ass crack once, the tongue now probed like a tentacle, poking and prying her rear hole open.
"Eut...!"
An indescribable, alien sensation twisted Linne's face into a weird grimace.
Not pleasure—she couldn't feel that.
Just revulsion, like a slimy worm burrowing under clothes.
Precisely what Si-woo had hoped for.
"Stop that right now."
"Huh? But we're just getting started."
Linne rose, unable to endure any longer.
She'd tolerated much already.
Oral, his commands, cum on her face, taking it doggy-style—even spanking, she'd planned to allow.
But this? No.
She knew her wayward disciple's odd anal fixation.
But cockhead wasn't enough; now tongue too?
It shattered her common sense and clashed utterly with her high tolerance for discomfort.
"You do dirty deeds so readily..."
"Dirty? But you're a witch, Master."
Si-woo countered with shameless cheek, voice just like when teasing Dorothy.
Was Linne turning him on like Dorothy, then?
Was she doing well?
Exposed to utter confusion, Linne's eyes shook unnaturally.
"True. Still filthy."
"For someone who promised to obey my every order, you're awfully prudish."
"......"
"With your scrawny body, satisfying me will take real effort. I'm doing you a favor here."
Before Si-woo's mockery, Linne closed her eyes.
Dorothy's body back then, brimming with pure mana ripples—it wasn't ordinary.
A miracle only Si-woo could perform. The trigger for Linne's vow of "effort."
She couldn't back out now.
"Hoo... Fine. Do what you want."
Linne prone again, as before.
"Seeing you get shy sparked a great idea."
Linne sensed ill omen in Si-woo's taunting tone.
"I was offering rare generosity, but you refused. I want an apology... and compensation."
"...What?"
"I wanna feel good, so earnestly beg me to lick your dirty hole. Oh, and that's an order."
A brain-melting command.
Dorothy had been forced into similar lines, in fact.
"I-I wanna feel good... S-so please, my, my, my...!"
Linne's lips mumbled incoherently.
Shocking to witness, but voicing such vulgarity herself burned her brain with shame.
In that instant, visions of pounding rain.
The gray landscape she could never forget.
Life forgives no weakness.
The frail protect nothing.
With nothing left to protect now...
Why struggle for strength, body and soul?
The answer was always singular.
It alone felt real.
Linne straightened her nearly broken will.
In a way, everything was going to plan.
Linne was humiliated beyond endurance; Si-woo reveled in her sight.
Weather the brief torment, and realm-elevating reward awaited.
Her heart, roiling with stray thoughts and anguish, calmed.
Had it been pleasure she felt, some faltering might've crept in.
But that was mere fantasy, divorced from reality.
"I want to feel good. I earnestly request you lick my dirty hole."
Si-woo fell speechless before Linne's flat, utterly unsexy declaration.
"......"
Was she really going to do it?
Pride incarnate Linne, granting even this plea?
For a fleeting moment, he glimpsed the future.
Linne enduring every perversion, precarious as she finally claimed Si-woo's magic amplification.