Chapter 691
Chapter 691
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 691
Chapter Title: Fall Seven Times, Get Up Eight Times (5)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
A witch who received a strict brand from her predecessor is equally strict with her own apprentice witch.
Just like in most families, a witch's educational policy is passed down to the next generation.
The stern predecessor had trained Rinne relentlessly, without giving her even a moment's respite.
Aside from the bare minimum sleep time, she was immersed solely in sword spars or magic research, collapsing into exhausted sleep every time.
Even without that, Rinne—who had been reborn as an apprentice witch after enduring the tragedy of losing her entire family—had no room to indulge in pleasures.
Once branded, she naturally inherited the curse of deprivation as well, making sexual ecstasy a sensation forever beyond her reach.
For such a Rinne, the pleasure of orgasm was an overwhelmingly intense stimulus.
It was no different from a blind man who regained his sight through divine miracle gazing up at the midday summer sun at a resort the instant he removed his sunglasses.
The resulting panic plunged Rinne into a temporary stunned state.
Yet Rinne was still a first-rate swordswoman.
She struggled to observe the sensations ravaging her body as calmly as possible.
"……."
-Twitch!
First came the reflexive contraction deep in her lower abdomen.
Before, she'd only perceived it as a mere muscular reflex, an electric twitch at best—something that merely amplified the discomfort of his cock buried inside her.
But now, with sensations awakened, it felt entirely different.
Each tingling vibration was like a pump sending some sweet nectar straight to her brain.
That nectar was far, far sweeter than the honey she'd tasted before becoming an apprentice witch.
-Smack!
"…Uht."
Rinne's arms slapped the floor in a perfect breakfall form.
Her body had felt hurled into the air just moments before.
But her back was firmly planted on the ground, and no natural quake would strike Hexennacht.
While Rinne drowned in solitary bewilderment from the sensory overload and vertigo, Si-woo remained oblivious to her change.
Her breathing sounded a bit off, but she always made similar noises when climax hit.
He knew it wasn't born of pleasure.
But suddenly flailing her arms like that? That was new—so Si-woo checked her face.
He knew instantly something was wrong.
"Master?"
"……."
"Master?"
"……."
Rinne had glitched out.
Moments ago, her eyes had been hazy, on the verge of drifting into sleep.
Now they bulged like a startled kitten's, round and unblinking.
Her pupils quivered as if she'd glimpsed a ghost, eyes stretched impossibly wide.
Si-woo glanced at the ceiling without thinking.
Was something up there that could shock her that badly?
Maybe she secretly feared cockroaches despite her tough look, and one had crawled out right then.
"……."
But nothing.
Just the usual guest room.
He looked back at Rinne—same frozen expression, like a snapshot from seconds ago.
"Feeling sick?"
"……."
Suspecting the alcohol, he asked.
Only then did Rinne's gaze slowly focus on him, shaky and hesitant.
She just stared, wordless—awkward as hell.
Whatever it was, the post-climax stiffness had eased.
Time to move again.
Honestly, sex with Rinne felt more like rote exercise than fiery passion, but it still felt good on a base level.
Yesterday hadn't even ended properly, so he figured he'd play along with her demands, finish strong, and crash.
-Sliiiide
"Uht!"
A single poke with his cock, and her hips jerked up.
Plus a weird noise she'd never made before—nasal, almost panicked.
Like dodging his dick.
But with her legs dangling in midair?
And Si-woo's monster wouldn't slip out easily once sheathed.
A little hip buck wasn't escaping that grip.
Learning's a scary thing.
Rinne had only ever reacted like a lifeless doll before—he'd never dreamed this was pleasure talking.
But then—
-Squish!
"Huh?!"
Chasing her retreat, he thrust up again—and intuition hit Si-woo.
Her hand, which had been clawing uselessly at the floor, now clamped his wrist like a vice.
Only then did he sense it: her face and posture weren't the only changes.
Terror of the unknown gleamed in Rinne's eyes.
That trembling grip felt more like a pleasure reflex than anything.
Maybe even a plea to stop him.
"…You're feeling it, aren't you?"
"……."
No clue if she even grasped the question—or lacked the bandwidth to hear him.
No answer either way.
Easy test: just move.
-Squelch! Squelch!
This time, he pinned her legs under his armpits—no escape.
"Hahut...!"
From doll to human—no, some bizarre instrument blaring odd notes.
Her feet tensed, heels digging like she meant to boot him between the pits.
-Sloooow pull!
This one dragged nearly all the way out.
"Mm…. Ma…."
The velvety scrape along his shaft, that clinging heat writhing—Rinne's mouth gaped like a goldfish's, blinking furiously.
Crystal clear now.
No idea how or why—booze, maybe?—but...
Rinne was feeling it.
"Oh."
The realization sparked unexpected thrill, a rush surging through Si-woo.
And why not?
Rinne, stone-cold no matter his efforts—her mere existence had quietly enraged his cock.
Now? Her every pitiful twitch to his slightest motion? Incredibly hot.
But instinct aside—those slutty, man-baiting reactions—Si-woo sensed deeper.
Prime opportunity.
Until now, he'd schemed to conquer Rinne.
Every trick in the book to make her shy from sex.
But she was a fortress: mentally unbreakable, physically immune.
Terrifying willpower first.
Proof? Demanding round two today after yesterday's mess.
And zero physical pleasure? Absolute shield—no breaking her down.
Cheat tank with phys immunity, sky-high magic resist.
Now a chink in the armor.
No missing this.
He hooked her calf, flipped her fully prone, locked it down.
No mana? Pure strength gap favored him big time.
-Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Mit…. Mit…."
Strange squeaks up close now, her face inches away.
Eyes ballooning wide, then pinching shut per stab—base gripped tight.
Sensation-wise? Same as ever.
She'd only lacked the mental high before.
Difference? Pure visuals.
Starkest shift: that gaze-magnet mochi pussy in missionary.
Lower lips sculpted from the world's every plump, soft curve.
That shy pink bud, tucked in thick folds?
Now erect, lewdly glistening.
-Sloooow plunge!
And with each hilt? Genuine girl-nectar leaking from the tight slit, slicking his shaft, perfect lube.
No more mid-fuck oil top-ups.
"Haa…. Mmmit…!"
Her own hot sigh sounded so weird, she bit her lip hard, stifling the moan.
Not last night's robotic drone.
DNA-deep instinct: a melody tuned to stoke male lust, coax thicker seed.
Her cheeks flushed vital red—Si-woo flashed to Greek myth.
Pygmalion, whose statue-love touched heaven, breathed life into stone.
Rinne's shift? That profound.
"What... did you... do to me...?"
Finally scraping words out, staring up in disbelief.
Barely mustered the breath—but no pausing.
Attack window wide open.
Answer? 'Dunno' anyway.
Si-woo's hand darted to her pert breast-tip: the nipple.
That back-thrust fidget-switch.
Light twist-pinch with fingertips.
What now, when she'd ignored it before?
"Hmum…!"
She jolted like hot coals on skin.
Bent frame arching reverse, thrashing to shove him off.
Deep-seated? Just smeared her velvet walls everywhere.
-Squeeeze! Squeeze! Squeeeze!
"Hut…Hut…Hut…."
Switch flipped perfect—even sound-upgraded for buyer bliss.
"Haha."
Si-woo laughed.
Rinne, who'd lorded this brutal field from on high?
Now sensing it all—fair ground at last.
Mind raced: endless tries, endless fails.
Always her win.
Revenge hour struck.
Time to show her the real chili burn.