Chapter 692
Chapter 692
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 692
Chapter Title: Chapter 692 - #139_칠전팔기(6)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 692
Chapter Title: Persistent Advance (6)
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Anyone who's ever tried to break a hard object knows it well.
At first, no matter what you do, it won't budge an inch. But once a tiny crack forms, it starts splitting open with ease.
This was strikingly similar to Linne's situation.
The Curse of Deprivation was extraordinarily powerful. Normally, no matter how intoxicated one might be, it blocked any sensations or emotions that could be called "plus"—pure pleasure.
But orgasm was one of the most primal ecstasies.
And Linne's body had been fully sensitized through countless sessions of conditioning.
The climactic wedge, driven precisely into her developed erogenous zones, finally pried a crack into the once-impenetrable Curse of Deprivation.
Thus, she obtained a mere tenth of true pleasure.
"Humt...! Haa... Haa... Haa...!"
Even that alone made Linne writhe.
Each back-and-forth thrust flooded her with rapture that gnawed at her brain.
Even outside of climax.
It was only natural.
The absolute pleasure Linne perceived was just 10 percent. But relatively speaking, her felt intensity dwarfed that of any ordinary woman.
Humans are built to adapt to stimuli.
The candy that tasted so sweet and divine in childhood loses its appeal in adulthood.
Masturbation, once a blissful revelation, eventually devolves into a tiresome routine.
All because they've grown accustomed to the source of pleasure.
So what of Linne?
The inheritor of the Sword Witch's mantle had her pleasures and ecstasies dictated for hundreds of years.
Even when she sensed herself growing stronger, it brought only faint stability—nothing close to true pleasure.
The Curse of Deprivation wasn't there to dangle carrots. It existed solely to crack the whip.
Now, in a body already perfected through development, she faced raw, savage sexual sensation for the first time in her life.
And with each repeating thrust of Si-woo's hips, its ferocity only intensified.
Like water seeping into a fissure in a massive boulder, the pleasure pouring in grew ever stronger.
"Haa, hum... Mua..."
When the synergy surpassed 20 percent and neared 30 percent...
Linne had already reached the point where coherent words were impossible.
Her entire sympathetic nervous system blazed like wildfire.
Brilliant fireworks exploded kaleidoscopically before her eyes without cease, dazzling her even with lids squeezed shut.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Hum, mumum... Hiiik...!"
As his cock withdrew, her inner walls clenched desperately, unleashing a maddening sense of release and cool relief.
As it plunged back in, a sinister craving to be buried deeper warred with her frail reason's urge to push him away.
The obscene voice echoing in her ears amid the ringing tinnitus was her own.
-Squelch squelch
"Hugat...?!"
What she thought she knew twisted into the unknown.
The familiar turned alien, ravaging her body at whim.
Simply biting her lips to stifle her vulgar cries was an act of superhuman will.
-Shlop shlop
"Humhum... Ugu...!!!"
It felt good.
Undeniably good.
But was it right to feel this good?
Terror gripped her that she'd erode away and shatter under the onslaught.
"Wow, I had no idea you'd enjoy it this much."
"Huaa... Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Linne, plummeting into ecstasy's abyss, barely caught her breath amid the tidal waves of pleasure.
Not through any effort of her own.
Her disciple, Si-woo, had mocked her and halted his hips.
That scrap of mercy let her cling to a few fraying threads of reason.
She realized her body was utterly soaked.
Even in the chill room, heat radiated to her scalp, steam practically rising.
Her crotch, especially, was drenched enough to feel without touching.
"N-not... good... Not good... at all..."
Linne babbled denials, incoherent as a drunk on rotgut.
"Is that so? You looked exhausted, so I thought I'd give you a break. To think you'd get like this in just five minutes—you're pretty sensitive."
"Five... minutes?"
"Yep. Five minutes since I touched your nipples earlier."
Linne froze solid.
It had felt like three hours lost to rapture.
Five minutes?
Only five?
Reeling in disbelief, she didn't even notice the hand creeping toward her chest.
"Haaaaah...!"
The instant Si-woo's fingers seized her nipple and gave their usual pinch...
Her body jolted like struck by a slingshot. A piercing yelp escaped as her mouth gaped wide.
"You like it when I do this?"
"Mguht...!"
"Like this? Or this?"
The pink nub danced tick-tick under his dexterous fingertips.
Each bounce sent terrifying tremors through her lower belly, her rear clenching in sync.
Linne seized his wrist on reflex—but she had no strength left to stop him.
The pleasure's sweetness had stolen every ounce of resistance.
Si-woo reveled in it, stretching the chewy buds, bouncing them like toys, savoring her tightening grip.
"Did you know? Every time I tease them like this, you squeeze so hard. It's a real treat."
"Didn't... know...! Hurgguk...!"
"Then time to learn. Watch—twirl them like this while I thrust..."
"Nooo...!"
The moment his fingers ground her pitifully erect nipple and his hips drove upward...
-Squelch!
"Hugit...!"
Pleasure hammered her temples like a mallet.
Her rear's bliss fused with her chest's, streaking through her like lightning.
"Aga...ga...mu..."
The fusion rolled her eyes back.
Her sternly pursed lips gaped, drool trickling from the corner. Hands that once swung swords mercilessly flailed the air pointlessly.
"At this rate, my dick's gonna burst, Master. That good?"
"...Hu...mu..."
Despite his words, Si-woo was honestly spooked.
There was a line to how much "enjoyment" one could show...
This had crossed it. He wondered if he should keep going.
No way could he continue with Linne looking seconds from respiratory failure or brain meltdown.
So he eased off the nipple, stilled his hips, and let her breathe.
Of course, her current state was very, very slutty, regardless.
They'd overlapped plenty, but this was the first time it truly felt like sex with her.
"Haa... Haa..."
Linne lay limp, gasping from pleasure that left her breathless.
Even without added stimulation, tremors wracked her body.
Her nipples still tingled as if caressed by phantom touches. Her rear, impaled firm and unmoving, oozed throbbing ecstasy.
She could've shoved him off moments ago.
Witches had auto-defenses, after all.
If she'd truly loathed it, escape would've been effortless.
Her inaction meant her subconscious accepted it, deep down.
It had to.
Every cell awakening to stimulus.
Unprecedented peril and vertigo.
Within it all, endless lust blazed.
-Throb
Overwhelming, yet somehow still not enough.
Since sensations had sparked to life, one unquenched desire gnawed at its root.
-Throb throb
Her front hole—the pussy.
It itched unbearably.
Teased to the brink so often, her womb now throbbed, whispering one demand.
As Linne knew it, the rear wasn't made for coupling.
The front was.
So if the rear felt this good, what would happen if he plunged into this madly twitching, drooling front begging to swallow his cock?
That perilous curiosity surged.
Linne's response was simple.
Her trembling hand slid forward.
Fingers hooked her slick labia majora, spreading them wide.
"Here... too..."
Not some calculated seduction—she knew the arts, but this was pure instinct to ease his entry.
"Here... too..."
She knew it was shameful.
Baring the secret folds every woman must hide, begging for penetration.
Yet shame and humiliation incinerated in her bonfire of desire.
Now, she simply craved—craved more.
"......"
Si-woo's movements halted.
He couldn't tell if this was reality or dream.
Linne's pussy—primly pursed even with legs splayed and rear stuffed.
Now, spread so wide a glimpse of virginal white peeked through.
By her own hand.
-Schlop
Love juices strung lewdly like split ripe fruit, yet the innately narrow entrance looked impossibly tight.
A blatant, dangerous lure.
All his prior depravities had one goal: avoid vaginal creampie.
Outside was safe enough. But breaching that risked wasting months of effort.
Logically, dodge the temptation.
But so what?
"Quickly... Quickly..."
Linne's eyes, melted in sensuality, whined like a child as she pried her pussy even wider.
With her like that, what persuasion could top it?
None.
Just pull out and cum outside.
Avoid the creampie. Simple.
-Splurt plop!
"Ahat!"
"Master, you want it in front too?"
Linne nodded frantically amid the haze.
"Then say it like this."
He could claim it was to shame her into never demanding more.
Truth? He just wanted to hear it.
Her wide-open pussy, bitch-in-heat declaration—plus something even lewder.
"Th-that..."
Linne's eyes flew wide at Si-woo's words.
Even half-lost to madness, such vulgarity was beyond her.
"Not gonna say it, then?"
-Smack smack smack
"Hiiik! Mguht...!"
"Gonna pound you deep like this?"
His oil-and-juice-slick glans, fresh from her vise-like rear.
Si-woo swung the hefty shaft to slap her gaping pussy.
"Hik! Hiik...!"
Each splatter against her groin made her shoulders jerk.
He teased for a mere ten seconds.
Linne's lips parted hesitantly.
Not to please her disciple—to sate her own hunger.
"P-please... grant pussy sex... to Linne... who's only non-virgin... in the ass..."
Linne, newly awakened to pleasure, was drowning in addiction beyond reason.
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