Chapter 694
Chapter 694
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 694
Chapter Title: Striking Seven, Rising Eight (8)
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1.
-Gulp!
"Hmm…!"
Now that her blunt, insensitive pussy had evolved into a sloppy dog-cock mess, Si-woo could finally feel Linne's inner walls properly.
As is well known, spirit bodies took on a "theoretically perfect form," their inner walls boasting all sorts of exquisite stimulations like the world's finest pussies.
"Oh…."
As Linne's climactic spasms faded and she savored the afterglow at leisure, her pussy offered a uniquely thrilling sensation unlike any he'd tasted before.
To sum it up in one word: ridges.
Tiny, densely packed ridges rasped against his cock like a cat's tongue, even amid the scorching, slick wetness.
With every intermittent twitch and spasm, those ridges stroked his shaft, delivering an itchy, ticklish coolness that scratched just the right spot—an absolute masterpiece.
"Huu… Mmu…."
Si-woo supported Linne's legs, knees raised and splayed wide in full lotus position.
Posed like a baby getting its diaper changed, Linne leaned back against his broad chest as a backrest, panting for breath.
"You made such a pretty apology, so I'll forgive you. And I'll teach you something that feels good too."
"Huu… Uu…."
Linne barely caught her breath now that the movements had stopped, but Si-woo knew better.
She was about to unleash absolute mayhem.
This was the kind of play that always ended in a gushing fountain followed by blackout, no matter the partner.
Judging by her reactions so far, he was dying to hear what kind of cries she'd let out.
He started by gently parting her plush outer labia, then pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger.
With her healthy, prominent sprout, even Si-woo's large hand could grasp the protruding hood easily.
The key was not to grab the clit directly at first.
The clitoris was a nexus of pure pleasure nerves.
Rubbing it roughly might seem pleasurable, but premature stimulation only brought pain.
The basics of clit play meant grasping it over the hood—the overlying skin.
"Hik!!!"
Even with his careful touch, Linne's pussy clamped down tight, her signature rough walls making their presence felt.
She suddenly threw her head back, nearly smacking him in the chin.
"Th-there… right there…."
"I'll teach you step by step. This is the clitoris, or clitoral glans. Want to try saying it?"
"Cl-clit…. Clitoris…. or cl—haauk…!"
Her body shuddered like it might shatter, yet she responded diligently.
Her earnestness made his cock swell with pride.
"How does it feel when I touch here?"
"Good…. So goooood…."
Linne whimpered like a child fighting back tears again.
No mirror around to capture the sight—what a shame.
"Is it usually this big?"
"No…. N-no…."
"Right. It swells up when you're aroused, so it hides away the rest of the time?"
"Hngak…!"
He flicked the half-sprouted, pointed tip, and her inner walls quivered once more.
"Grabbing it tight and rubbing back and forth like this is clit-jerking. You've done the full pussy version before, right? Think of this as the mini edition."
Even in her daze, Linne's shoulders tensed rigidly.
She instinctively sensed the madness about to unfold—what insane pleasure awaited.
"It's not every day we do jerking, so how about until the white stuff comes out?"
"Wh-when does that…."
"Depends on how your master feels."
Even for Linne, the thought sent chills down her spine.
Just from him poking her front hole and tapping lightly, she'd nearly died—now grabbing and rubbing?
Until white stuff came?
She'd die.
Die for sure.
"No… don't…!"
But Si-woo's fingers moved faster than her full resistance.
He fixed the hood in place, then pulled upward like retracting forceps.
In an instant, the hidden half of her sprout popped out fully, baring its shameful glory.
That alone was enough.
"Hiyaaaaang!!!!"
Linne's body arched like a bowstring, thrashing wildly.
Yet Si-woo's iron grip on her ass—now a perfect cock sheath—held firm, her exhausted form no match.
With both hands, he pinned her clit evenly.
This time, he nudged the pulled-back skin forward, shoving her plump, erect nub back into its hood.
-Swish pop! Swish pop!
Sprout slips into shell.
Pull the sprout fully out.
Repackage the fully exposed sprout.
Repeat: slow, then faster.
Yes.
This was step two for conquering an overly sensitive clit.
The bigger the sprout, the better: hood-assisted stimulation.
Not brute force, but natural friction from peeling and sheathing to draw out pleasure.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
And Linne's reaction to this clit-jerking?
"Mmit!"
"Haang."
"Mmuhuut!"
"Hiyaaaaang!"
Each flick sent her bitchy moans climbing semitones higher.
The clenching was incomparable to nipple tweaks, strangling his cock viciously.
Her already swollen nub now refused to retreat into the hood even when pushed—perfectly popped.
"Feels good?"
"Hiyaaaaang! Goooood…! So goooood…! Clit-jerking… so goooood…!!!!"
Now the final step.
He seized the panting, protruding clit directly with his fingertips.
Total domination of her bitch weak spot, the pleasure switch.
"Hiiiuuuk…!"
Linne wailed near-sob, then gulped a massive breath.
She knew instinctively.
All this buildup was just hoisting the rollercoaster to its peak.
The dizzying plunge waited ahead.
-Squelch!
Slick with oil and her juices, his fingertips roamed her fully exposed clit surface without mercy.
Linne's clit was hypersensitive now, feeling every ridge of his fingerprints.
And….
"Mmu…. Haa…."
Like struck by a powerful tranquilizer dart, her eyes rolled back again.
Her flailing limbs went limp, slumping fully against him.
As if all relaxed tension poured into her pussy, her raspy Linne-hole clung to his cock without a millimeter's gap.
-Squelch! Squelch!
-Squelch! Squelch!
Shaking her swollen full-bloom clit up and down with cruel fingers, plus piston-thrusts massaging her puffy pink cervix—forcibly revived her fainted mind.
"Hik…!!! Hik…!!! Hiiik…!!"
In that instant, she couldn't even scream.
Lungs full of air, yet her throat locked—no sound escaped.
Breath refused to release on command, filled only with eerie moans.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"…Ut! Uut!… Mmit!!!"
Linne's thrashing erupted.
Past pleasures had crossed the line, but this was them distilled into pure, lethal ecstasy.
Like her body was aflame, she writhed insanely.
Her skyward W-spread legs kicked wildly at empty air.
To pry off the fingers gripping her clit, she slapped at them with both hands—failing, she balled fists and pounded his thighs and sides.
"Pfha…!"
Futile.
The male rod buried in her deepest core.
Every twist amplified the pleasure, his hands showing no sign of stopping.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Merciless rubbing of her pleasure organ.
Her clit felt like it was burning away.
This wasn't pleasure anymore—it was torment.
Yet.
It felt so good.
-Squelch! Squelch!
-Squelch! Squelch!
Orgasm unfinished, another layered on.
That one unfinished, yet another piled atop.
The breath she'd barely managed burst out in messy wails.
"Hiyaaaaang! Aaaang!!! Hwaang! Hwak… Mmuuuut! Hiyaaaaang!!!"
Linne felt her pussy and lower belly cramping like they'd short-circuited.
"Jerking… clit-jerking stooop!!! Gonna die…. Pleeease…!"
"It's okay. I'll teach you properly. White stuff hasn't come out yet."
"Hiyaaaaang…! Hiiggguk…! It came…! Already… caaaaame!!!"
"Nah, just your imagination. Hasn't come out."
She needed to say no, that she didn't need it.
At least beg for a short break.
"Hubeee… Umumu… Kyaaaaak!!!!"
Impossible.
Her melted tongue spat only garbled moans.
All that was permitted: epic clit-jerking, pussy climaxes.
And dutifully milking his cock with her fallen breeding hole.
Every lower orifice spasmed wildly.
Even her loosened urethra winked open and shut in sync with the clit-rubbing.
If she weren't a spirit body, she'd be gushing piss while lost in the bliss.
-Squelch!
"Gak…! Kya! Kyaak! Kyaaaaak!"
The stacked ecstasies reached crescendo.
Her thrashing legs stiffened skyward like a ballerina's.
Her pussy flesh rippled in waves, urging his release.
Linne wasn't the only one lost to instinct.
Si-woo, swept up in her bitchy convulsions, nearly creampied her with impregnation force.
He gulped air desperately, yanking his cock out just in time.
-Pshut! Pshut! Pshut!
A few drops leaked inside, but luckily no cervix docking—no mana amplification.
"Phew…."
"Huuuuu…."
No time to bask in the afterglow; he wiped sweat from his brow with his hand, and Linne's semen-splattered belly form went fully limp.
Linne had clung to consciousness only through the pleasure.
With clit and pussy torment eased, she could finally pass out in peace.
"Ueu…."
Si-woo felt the same.
After the duel, he'd barely stood—yet Linne's feral, slutty frenzy had aroused him to extremes.
One load spent.
Warm, cozy Linne hugged like a cushion.
Drowsiness flooded in.
Si-woo magically cleaned her body, then collapsed onto the tea room floor, entwined with Linne, and fell asleep.