Chapter 693
Chapter 693
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 693
Chapter Title: Seven Falls, Eight Rises (7)
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1.
"Hah... hah... For the non-virgin Linne, who's only known anal... please bestow your pussy sex upon her..."
A collection event of SSS difficulty—one he'd thought impossible to unlock in his lifetime—now adorned a corner of his album.
Si-woo's excitement surged to its peak with this unexpected windfall.
"Haa... haa..."
Even after uttering such shameful words, Linne seemed desperate for his cock.
Her heaving breaths came in ragged gasps, her eyes locked downward on his shaft, while her trembling fingers steadfastly held her pussy lips spread wide.
He was dying to thrust in right then, but Si-woo held back.
Wasn't this her true virginity graduation ceremony?
This was his last chance to observe Linne's untouched pussy.
After just a second of insertion, he'd never see this sight again. As the first and final witness, he had a duty to etch every detail into his memory.
"I never noticed, but your clit is quite prominent."
"Hurry... hurry..."
Ignoring Linne's childish, pleading tone—like she'd regressed to infancy—Si-woo focused on her little bud.
Linne was slender yet had pussy suspension as thick as the Yesod Countess herself, who was a total milf.
Even her clit hood was plump, so he'd overlooked it until now...
But spread wide, with the hood peeled back and the tip protruding sharply, it was obvious.
Linne's clit had a presence rivaling the Yesod Countess's pearl.
Though its shape was slightly different—longer and sleeker, stretched vertically.
A light tap with his finger drew a sharp "Hik!" from her, her spread hole twitching inward visibly.
He wanted to suck it greedily until her juices flooded out...
But that would mean inhaling her scent mixed in, which was a no-go.
In the end, they settled on giving his cock a slippery slide.
"Hurryyy..."
"Yes, yes, putting it in now."
"Hngut!"
-Squelch!
His cock glided smoothly along her mucosal runway, rubbing against Linne's clit.
Just that sent her head snapping back, her lower belly convulsing in spasms.
It felt damn good on its own.
Linne's tight pussy, combined with the hot, parted folds lapping at his shaft's base, gave a subtle blowjob-like sensation.
-Squelch!
"Mmph!"
-Squelch!
"Heeek...!"
"Jeez, why won't this go in?"
A few feigned failures.
Linne, shuddering wildly in ecstasy, finally realized Si-woo was teasing her.
"You bastard..."
Compared to everything so far, the pleasure was milder, making it easier for her to regain her senses.
She released her bitten lower lip, glaring at him fiercely.
"...Are you mocking me?"
If this were a sparring ground—or even if Linne had her absolute frigidity—it would've chilled him to the bone.
But right now, Si-woo held total control.
When else would he vent all the pent-up frustration from her beatings?
"Are you angry right now?"
"I know you're doing it on purpose...!"
"So you're angry?"
Far from cowed, Si-woo's bold counterquestion flustered Linne momentarily.
At this point, she was served up on a silver platter.
Si-woo feigned anger.
"First off, you're mistaken. On purpose? No way."
"......"
"Master's gushing so much pussy juice, it keeps slipping."
"Wh-what...?"
She jolted once at "pussy juice," twice at "gushing."
"Look at this. Twice what Dorothy produces. Even if it feels good, you should hold back... right? That's why I can't get it in."
Accused of being even lewder than Dorothy, whom she'd sneered at as vulgar, Linne's mouth clamped shut like a clam, dying to crawl into a hole.
"......"
"I was gonna go easy since you asked nicely for once, but now you're turning it around on me? That's not cool."
"Don't lie."
Si-woo flinched at her rebuttal while laying the groundwork.
But he relaxed soon after.
Linne couldn't even meet his gaze properly now.
"I-I'm not... that much of a... secreter."
"No, it's firehose level. Did something catch fire?"
"......"
Seeing her lash out futilely only to sink deeper, her merciless beatings on his bones felt avenged a hundredfold.
"I'll need a proper apology for this. Can't let it slide."
"An apology too...?"
"Mutual consideration is basic for good sex, isn't it? You mess up and blame me?"
She had no clue about such petty mind games.
Linne lacked any prior knowledge to see through it.
"Apologize."
"......"
Time dragged on trivially, her body cooling rapidly.
The Curse of Deprivation was thoroughly suppressing her pleasure.
"I-I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For secreting... too much..."
"Nah, forget it. Even now, you're clinging to pride. No sincerity, so I'm out."
Si-woo acted like he might bolt any second.
In that moment, Linne felt no injustice or rage at his gaslighting—just anxiety.
Anxiety that delaying further might mean never feeling that pleasure again.
Besides, if she'd erred first, blaming him was unfair.
-Grab!
Linne seized Si-woo's wrist as he rose.
She shook her head petulantly, like a sulking child.
"S-sorry... really..."
"For what?"
"For leaking more pussy juice than Dorothy... and blaming you... I'm ashamed..."
Sensing hope in his softening expression, Linne clung desperately.
Hundreds of years of pain-filled life.
Shin Si-woo's pleasure was worth setting aside her pride for.
Drenched in booze and lust, her brain spat out uncharacteristic calculations.
Si-woo had demanded crude words and polite speech earlier.
His tastes: conquering women, anal, spanking asses.
Countless clues meshed in her brilliant mind.
Trembling, Linne rose on wobbly legs.
Slowly kneeling before Si-woo, she bowed low.
Her forehead touched the tatami mat gradually.
"I'll apologize like this..."
Linne's native dogeza nude was worlds apart from Takasho's in impact.
Her innate graceful curves and refined motions.
It was like a noble princess's tearful night service.
Si-woo's choice in response...
"Stay just like that."
A dogeza backstab he'd never imagined during their first sword clash.
Ten out of ten choice.
2.
Her ass, perfectly shaped from kneeling.
His glans aimed squarely at her pussy, not the rear hole he'd always craved.
"Haaah..."
Rubbing his cock along that lovely slit made her body quiver palpably.
Traces of thrilled anticipation, like a dog eyeing a treat.
"Thrusting in."
No further foreplay needed.
The moment she knelt, her juices dripped to her heels.
-Plunge!
Forcing apart the pussy lips kissing his glans relentlessly.
Grabbing her pelvis like a handle, he slammed his hips forward in one go.
Experience told him that after sufficient foreplay, ripping the hymen swiftly benefited both.
And.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!!!"
Linne's piercing scream rang dully off the floor, deafening him.
Immense pressure and writhing gripped his cock simultaneously.
No need to debate pleasure resonance or anything.
One virginity-losing thrust, and Linne climaxed instantly.
"Whoa..."
"Hngat... hngmm... haa... hyat...!"
-Wriggle wriggle wriggle
No need to move.
He gripped her waist tight; she had no room to budge.
Yet diverse pleasures assaulted his cock as if she were pistoning wildly.
Her quaking waist and ass.
The dense mucosa squeezing like her ass.
"Hngmt! Hngak...! Hiyak...!"
In truth, Linne's single orgasm bordered on multi-orgasmic bliss.
Her pleasure gauge, piercing the Curse of Deprivation, hit 50%.
Shame, humiliation—none mattered now.
Not even losing her precious purity in this apologetic pose before her disciple.
That very humiliation fueled her ecstasy.
The instant his glans hit her womb entrance, all itches and throbs vanished.
Like igniting gunpowder—raging climaxes. Climaxes. Climaxes.
And endless climax.
Women's orgasms average 10 seconds of intense peak, with 1 minute of afterglow.
But Linne endured 10 seconds of mind-blanking peril and 1 minute of fierce orgasm.
70 seconds straight of invisible squirting.
Motionless, she rocketed toward the ceiling endlessly; consciousness faded.
Breathing stopped.
Maybe her heart had too.
Ironically, another climax yanked her back.
-Squish! Squish!
"Kkyak! Kyak! Hnggt! Mmmmmm...!"
Biting her lips couldn't stifle the moans.
His slowly moving cock scraping her walls vivid in her mind.
Heart rate spiked past 140 bpm; no room for hymen pain.
Her mind a blur, unable to tell up from down—her shoulders jerked, upper body rising.
"Cumming right after insertion? Love cock that much?"
"Joha... johaaa...! Hwaaang... hwaaaang..."
Unable to maintain dignity, slurring through sobs, Linne realized she was bawling.
Tears and snot streaming, viscous saliva thinned by arousal drooling from her gaping mouth with moans.
Yet her ass instinctively backed to swallow him deeper.
Linne's body floated up.
Her kneeling legs spread wide midair; she collapsed fully into Si-woo's arms, legs splayed.
"Hwaaang... hwaaang...!"
Using his trained ethereal body, Si-woo handled the lifted mating press seated.
He bit her nape as she sobbed in rapture.
Each bite made her shatter, pussy juice spraying.
"Shall we make it feel even better?"
"Hngmt... mmmmt... mm...?"
"Ever heard of clit flicking?"
"Don't know... don't know..."
Curious about her real reaction.
Si-woo moved his pincer-like fingers to her cherished clit.
"It's fine. Let's learn now."