Chapter 716
Chapter 716
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 716
Chapter Title: Lydia's Defiant Wager
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1.
Lydia's pussy, in a word, was one brimming with three-dimensional allure.
Her labia minora were well-developed, peeking out playfully from between the majora.
A prejudiced unicorn might take one look and despair inwardly, thinking she'd had plenty of experience.
But once you examined the delicate, ribbon-like hue of that tender flesh, you'd overturn that first impression and break into a grin.
It was just a deeper shade of pink compared to the rest of her skin—pure and pristine.
Her pussy embodied both the vulgarity of a whore and the nobility of a saint.
No one seeing it could possibly doubt her virginity.
Her clitoris was as elongated as Linne's, with barely any hood to speak of.
It was a promising young sprout that swelled eagerly at the slightest touch.
-Swish swish
No matter how tempting, Si-woo couldn't just plunge in recklessly. Instead, he rubbed his cock against her clit and asked.
Lydia, eyes lowered, gazed leisurely at the shaft stroking her lower belly.
It was impressive in every way.
Most women, dress half-torn and legs splayed wide just shy of being pinned beneath a cock, would look a bit slutty no matter how remarkable they were.
Yet Lydia's dignified poise didn't fade in the slightest as she wore that relaxed smile.
It carried the same regal air as a princess who had never bowed her head to anyone in her life.
"Lady Lydia."
"Hm? What is it?"
"You said you were confident, right?"
"Confident about what?"
"That a young witch like me wouldn't toy with you."
Lydia burst into giggles, covering her mouth with her gloved hand.
Even faced with his freakishly oversized cock, her signature confidence hadn't wavered one bit.
And there was good reason for it.
If pleasure scaled directly with size, the dildos her retainers used would all be monster-sized too.
So what if his was big?
Okay, really big and curved—but no need to get cold feet over it.
"Of course. Oh, sorry. Did what I said earlier hurt your pride?"
"No."
Like a seasoned girlfriend chuckling at her much younger virgin boyfriend trying some ridiculous role-play.
Lydia apologized carefully.
"I wasn't being considerate enough. Truth is, I'm just bluffing as hard as I can. Alone in bed with you, dress ripped and pinned underneath—how could I not be scared?"
Of course, it was less a genuine apology and more teasing him again.
But Si-woo neither got embarrassed nor awkward about it.
"If you're that confident, how about a bet?"
"A bet?"
"If I make you cum, grant me one request."
"No deal. I could cum from that alone, easy."
Lydia shot it down flat.
She loved bets, sure—but only when the odds were in her favor.
No matter how clumsy the touch, steady stimulation would eventually bring a woman's body to climax—it was designed that way.
"I'll make you cum until you're bawling your eyes out and snot's dripping everywhere."
"Hahaha!"
Si-woo's dead-serious declaration set Lydia off into roaring laughter.
"T-tears... and what else? Snot? Me? Lydia Magnus?"
This time, her tinkling laughter rang out like a chest of gold tumbling across the floor, filling the room.
"Yes, and pussy juice too."
"Oh my, that's a bit naughty."
He'd slipped it in amid the chaos to test her limits, but Lydia's smile never faltered.
This confirmed their dynamic was closer to a one-night stand than master and slave.
"I wonder if you're even worth betting with, but whatever—fine. Make me feel that good, tears and snot included, and I'll grant your request. But..."
"If I fail, I'll grant yours."
"We get along well."
Deal struck without hesitation.
Si-woo gripped his shaft and aimed it at her lower mouth.
Rubbing her clit first had worked—glistening arousal fluid was already peeking out from physiological response.
-Smack
A light butterfly kiss between glans and entrance.
Precum dribbling up now slid down, adding thick, sticky dew to her petals.
"Ahhng."
Lydia hugged her breasts, flashing a coquettish eye-smile.
He'd noticed when he held her earlier, but Lydia's constitution was the polar opposite of Lurye's.
Unlike Lurye's body, chilled a good three degrees below normal, Lydia burned hot—like she was boiling from within.
Just pressing the tip to her slit let scorching heat seep out.
Parting her thighs slightly and nudging the glans into the peeking gap intensified it.
-Schlup!
"Your body's burning up."
"You're the one who got me worked up. Don't build the hype then disappoint, or I'll be crushed. Ahhng...!"
He pried open the tight slit of her piggy bank pussy—barely wide enough for a single gold coin—and pushed in the tip.
"Hng, hng... ahhng..."
She didn't hide her moans at all.
If anything, she let out those sweet nasal hums like she wanted him to hear.
This big sis is playing slut for real.
The thought bubbled up naturally.
Maybe from rolling around with witches, the initial tightness gave way to lush, enveloping stimulation.
A wriggling embrace that made him wonder if this was even allowed.
Folds that fused to his shaft the moment he entered.
Even at this temperature, the springy grip and elasticity marked it as another rare masterpiece.
She was plenty wet too, so smooth sex without extra lube seemed guaranteed.
"Definitely big. Already a little overwhelming?"
Today's goal: wring pure ecstasy from Lydia.
Si-woo switched to thorough service mode, drawing on all his data.
"No rush, so relax."
"I like a gentlemanly attitude."
Rather than thrusting deep right away, he focused on loosening her entrance gently.
Less caressing, more precise hipwork—that was the mindset.
-Squelch squelch squelch
Thus began the slow hip movements.
He savored her breasts quivering up and down, keeping it up for about five minutes.
"Mm, uhm, huum..."
Lydia surrendered to the rippling pleasure, like waves on a calm river, letting out muffled hums.
It tickled her body with pleasant pressure, like entrusting herself to a skilled masseuse.
A soothing bliss that could lull her to sleep.
Which meant it was too mild for orgasm—or tears and snot as he'd boasted.
For someone who'd threatened roughness, it was awfully considerate.
"Mm..."
But like a cloak's hem gradually weighing down in steady drizzle.
Lydia suddenly realized her insides were far wetter than before.
Her lower belly itched faintly now—true lust beginning to stir.
"You're good at this?"
"Thank you."
If he'd pounded away roughly from the start, her mood would've soured instantly.
But teasing the entrance had her craving harder thrusts instead.
At this point, penetration had replaced foreplay.
Then, like a coiled snake shifting position, he casually adjusted the angle ever so slightly.
"Ah..."
A tiny change, but the sensation for Lydia was worlds apart.
Her G-spot protruded from the ceiling near the entrance, forming a recessed valley—and his glans hooked right into it like a latch.
-Schlup schlup!
Even slight movements now scraped her G-spot with a delicious drag.
Irresistible for Lydia, whose growing hunger demanded more.
"Y-you're really good...?"
Lydia hid her inner surprise.
She usually avoided tools when bedding witches.
She preferred clitoral stim or easy finger access around the G-spot.
And here he was, draping his cock precisely over her weak spot with delicate precision.
As if he knew every vulnerability by heart.
That wasn't all.
Every spot he'd massaged with his cock and precum earlier was near her sensitive zones.
Like a tower on firm foundations, her pleasure was noticeably amplified.
"Ng, mm, uhm... huum..."
Was it on purpose?
Nah.
A woman's pleasure was as complex as her heart.
Pinpointing a precise weak spot on the first try, even with fingers? Unlikely.
Lydia dismissed the suspicion in three seconds.
Unless it wasn't coincidence.
If he truly 'knew' something and skipped steps, wouldn't he switch to clit play right now?
Exactly what her body craved.
The thought crossed her mind—
-Stroke
"Eut...!"
Not delicate feminine fingers, but a rough thumb slid up her clit from the base.
Her belly clenched instinctively, squeezing the base of his glans tight.
Si-woo didn't stop—rubbing the twitching nub while prodding her depths with pinpoint thrusts.
Each combo of shallow pumps and clit strokes made her hips buck.
Like unraveling a tangled knot with expert fingers.
Lydia keenly felt herself disarming, piece by piece.
He was far more skilled than she'd anticipated.
"Feels good, right?"
His slightly triumphant tone made her steady her racing heart and project calm.
"Just a little pleasure, and you're this excited? You know it's been thirty minutes already?"
"All warm-up."
"Fair enough. With a pretty face like that, you've probably been with tons of witches. I'll admit I underestimated you."
"Really?"
Pressed flush against him inside, Lydia felt his cock shift toward her deepest craving—the 'far back' throbbing for more.
-Squelch!
"Feel free to keep underestimating me."
"...!"
And then.
The innermost sanctum—untouched even by fingers—was defiled by his thick rod.
Lydia's body shuddered violently.