Chapter 717
Chapter 717
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 717
Chapter Title: Lydia's Deepest Depths
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1.
-Smack!Smack!Smack!Smack!
Lively sounds of flesh slapping rang out above the bed.
It was the noise made by Si-woo's pubic bone colliding with Lydia's plump ass cheeks.
-Squelch!Squelch!Squelch!
Following close behind were the sticky sounds of her arousal fluids stretching into strings before foaming up.
Her lustrous lower lips clung sloppily to the sides of his cock, tugging away with every thrust, sending even more juices trickling down her ass crack.
"Hngh...! Haah...! Huhn...!"
Finally, as his massive rod pistoned in and out in sync with his hips, Lydia's moans grew ragged, capping off the symphony.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"W-What...? Hnng...! Just this much?"
Despite her bold tone, Lydia was thoroughly flustered right now.
She wasn't one to chase carnal pleasures or savor the thrills of sex.
With centuries behind her, she'd shared beds with plenty of witches plenty of times, but it always boiled down to "Hmm, feels nice!"
So even facing the overconfident Si-woo, she'd held a casual mindset: How great could it possibly be?
But the instant he—who'd been methodically targeting her—unleashed that furious pistoning,
Lydia shuddered from a sensation she'd never known.
A meaty spear plunging roughly twice as deep as fingers shoved in to the hilt.
It ruthlessly mocked her snap judgment that insertion "depth" or "girth" meant nothing for pleasure.
-Thrust!Thrust!Thrust!
"Haahm... Mmm... Hnng...!"
Its girth reliably stimulating her entire inner erogenous zones.
Firmness and heat beyond comparing to fingers.
Lydia dropped her stubbornness.
She admitted pussies could deliver real pleasure—and that her assessment had been reckless.
"Your face is getting all lewd now."
"Already smug...? Haaang...!"
Si-woo grinned like he'd read her mind.
Lydia fired back with a taunting smile of her own.
"Getting a bit too cocky, aren't you? Yeah, your cock's big, I get it.... but it's not that incredible?"
She could hold out plenty still.
Sure, sex with men had its unique edge, but win or lose came down to whether she devolved into an ugly mess.
Even if climax hit like this, as long as she held back the tears and snot he'd joked about, she was golden, right?
"Can't blame me."
Si-woo paused his movements and nodded agreeably.
Lydia had braced for defensiveness or bruised ego—this calm reaction caught her off guard.
"Lady Lydia, your insides feel incredibly deep."
"That so? First I've heard."
Not a lie at all.
Witches varied wildly in anatomy, so vaginal depths differed wildly too.
Lydia's stood out as exceptionally profound.
Even fully sheathed—enough to kiss the cervix in most—it hadn't reached bottom.
Full slapping pistons possible by angling right, without spearing her depths.
"Yeah, super deep, hot, and squeezes just right—makes it worth every thrust."
"Lucky you. Put your back into it more."
Anyway, this banter felt like pure respite for Lydia.
His pause let her overheated body cool bit by bit.
"Alright, going all in now."
His thick hand clamped the side of her thigh.
Thumb hooked over her hip bone, pinning her firm.
"...Huh?"
All in?
Nonsense from Lydia's view.
Hadn't he been hilt-deep already?
"You're already all the way...?"
But as Si-woo slyly hiked her waist and snapped his hips forward—
-Squelch!
"Hngk!"
Lydia saw sparks explode before her eyes.
Simple cause.
Angled to spare it, his 30% unused length slammed her deepest core in one go.
Her floppy cervix—never tapped for pleasure—convulsed under the glans' assault.
"Still faking it, right?"
"......"
Si-woo gazed down with utter satisfaction.
Gone was her cool bluff from seconds ago.
Just like the clueless princess coerced into bed,
her face now flushed with a delicate maiden's shock at the unknown.
At 23rd Hierarchy, even her scent spiked arousal to peril levels.
Primal urge to copy her magic fused with raw conquest lust.
But goals first: dodge creampie, win the bet, snag bonus.
Si-woo seized her silk-gloved slender wrist, pinning it beside her head.
Legs splayed wide, thighs braced for her writhing.
"Hold out if you can."
2.
-Smack smack smack smack smack!
Harnessing even the bed springs' rebound, he rammed upward.
Each thrust sent Lydia's breasts bouncing wildly up and down.
Her half-yanked red dress cradling her underboobs only amplified the eroticism.
Red had symbolized passion since time immemorial, hadn't it?
"Kyaa! Hng! Aaang! Haaaang!"
Lydia's throat now poured out even shriller moans.
Not the voice of pleasure's master—but a bitch pursued by ecstasy.
Even her prim see-through bangs clung sweat-matted to her forehead.
"Breasts flopping like that must hurt."
"Haa.... Hnng.... Hnng...."
"Let me hold them."
"N-No need...?"
He halted the frenzy briefly, leaning in.
Her pleasure didn't wane.
-Squish!
Because even then, he twisted his hips to churn her scorching folds while grinding his cock against her yielding cervix in a massaging press.
His gaping maw sank into one breast like devouring ripe fruit.
"Haaaaang!"
Sweet flesh aroma, intensified twofold by faint sweat.
Tongue rolling her already-stiff nipple sent her back arching skyward.
Si-woo countered by slamming hips flush, sealing any escape.
He felt her pussy clenching, climax's harbinger twitching.
Time to launch Operation: Drain Lydia Dry.
-Ring ring ring ring!
An antique bell jangled from her table.
Prime mood-killer in any motel hookup.
Earlier glance confirmed: not just the ring, but a rotary dial relic.
"Haa, what the hell.... right in the good moment."
Genuine irritation creased her eyes.
Si-woo, buried inside, sensed her fevered body chill in seconds.
-Click!
A casual finger-flick auto-cut the line.
Si-woo shared her frustration.
True play began after first peak: multi-orgasm chain.
Poised to unleash, now derailed.
Suspected her ploy amid desperation, but her scowl screamed real annoyance....
Lydia glanced up at Si-woo again.
"You've got some moves?"
"Told you."
Clueless to his snowball buildup—or her near-pussy surrender—she licked her lips approvingly.
Gloved arm snaked around his neck.
"Kiss me."
The word to rattle Si-woo most.
"Not gonna kiss?"
Frankly, mid-fuck already equaled cheating.
No room for naive "Spare the lips!"
Such sentiment was luxury amid survival throes.
But 23rd Hierarchy pheromones hit hard.
Nape manageable with stealth breaths, but a kiss...?
"I've got someone I love."
His knee-jerk excuse drew Lydia's umpteenth radiant smile.
"What, that pure? Aren't we fucking right now?"
"Totally different."
Lydia mock-pouted, then giggled.
"Fine, this feels plenty good."
"Mind if I start moving?"
"You asked before? Haaang...!"
Before her snark, he hilted the half-slipped cock in one stroke.
Her sigh turned guttural, prior laughter a mirage.
"Haa, you... really... know your stuff.... Haa...."
-Ring ring ring ring!
"Argh, for real! Ruining everything! Pull out quick."
Lydia slid free between his legs, stomped to the desk, snatched the receiver.
"No answer? Don't they know I'm busy?"
She shunned dumping rage on underlings—loyalty-killer—but twice cockblocked from sweet sex? Unbearable.
"What? Right now?"
As Si-woo gawked,
the receiver's report snapped Lydia to steel focus.
No sultry temptress, no rattled princess.
Cold businesswoman mask locked in.
"Got it. On my way."
-Click!
She whirled, sultry vibe reborn.
"Cruel honey who skips kisses? Sorry—sudden guest crashed."
"Guest?"
"Yeah, big business. Can't blow 'em off. Not a sub but...."
Lydia hiked her torn dress, teasingly tugged the panty's knot.
-Rustle!
Handed it to Si-woo—still warm with her heat.
"Back soon. Make do with this."
"What the—"
"Stay inside. No peeking out."
No chance for questions. Telekinesis swapped her outfit, cleansing magic flashed, and she swept from the bedroom.