Chapter 734
Chapter 734
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 734
Chapter Title: Healing (3)
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Do people start acting alike when their positions overlap?
The master, who always spoke in that stiff, curt tone, suddenly begging for his cock so politely—it was like a supercharged aphrodisiac, stiffening his flaccid dick with a single word.
Thanks to that, he was raring to go.
Rinne, for her part, sipped a glass of brandy to ease the curse of deprivation and savor some pleasure.
It wasn't for the sake of climaxing with him, of course, but there was no reason to turn down a woman's delight.
"Though my body may be lacking, I shall serve you diligently. I look forward to it."
"No need to go that far..."
Rinne prostrated herself flat at Si-woo's feet, bowing deeply, while he hurriedly bowed back in response.
Soon after, they stripped bare and began with a kiss.
"Mmmph... Smmph..."
Her eyes squeezed shut, tongue entwining with his, her body trembled like a fox caught in the rain.
Not out of fear or fright.
Sheer anticipation had peaked; even the kiss alone sent shivers of excitement straight to her core.
A host of other telltale signs betrayed Rinne's arousal, too.
For starters, those perky pink nipples standing at sharp attention, poking insistently at Si-woo's chest like they were begging to be pinched and teased.
From between her firm, plump cheeks, gripped roughly in his hand, came a sticky flood of nectar, warm and slick enough to trickle down her ankles.
"Haa... Haa..."
When their endless kiss finally broke, Rinne's eyes were glazed half-lidded.
Something was wrong with her body.
She'd done this once before, so she'd figured it'd be easier this time around—but that optimism was pure hubris.
She'd never imagined a kiss between man and woman could be this dangerous.
A boiling desire rising from deep in her belly.
Her head spinning dizzily each time his thick tongue roamed her mouth's sensitive walls.
And that vein-bulging eel stabbing at her navel—it forcibly replayed the ecstasy of that white-hot day.
"Th-this... is a kiss..."
"Shall I show you some other kisses?"
"Other kisses?"
"Adult kisses."
He'd always thought so, but Rinne's shy reactions were something else.
Having already breathed in her scent deeply, there was no holding back now.
Si-woo took her dazed wrist and guided her.
"First, could you squat right over my face like this?"
He lay back comfortably on the bed and voiced his request. Rinne's face froze in an instant.
"That kind of act..."
But she quickly steeled herself.
She'd only just pledged her obedience—she couldn't back out so soon.
In the end, she followed his instructions, squatting over his face.
Not sitting with full weight, of course—just enough space not to smother him.
"......"
Even so, it was undeniably vulgar.
Her slick, dripping pussy was on full display right before his nose.
Without a single touch, it glistened as if hours of teasing had passed, and she had to show it off like that—in the posture of someone mid-pee, no less.
"You're even wetter than before."
Si-woo couldn't help but marvel at the sight.
First time he'd seen someone soak like this from a kiss alone.
Even untouched, Rinne's folds twitched faintly on their own, dripping nectar straight onto his lips.
"Eek...!"
Seeing the droplets fall onto his mouth made Rinne's face burn even redder.
What kind of lewd wife drips her juices onto her husband's face...?
It was behavior deserving of a whipping and banishment.
But amid her shame, a question arose.
Rinne was flexible, with excellent body awareness—she could handle any position with ease.
"Kissing in this position... it's impossible."
Yet structurally, a kiss like this had its limits.
"No, this is how it's done."
As he tugged her hips down just a bit, his tongue lapped at Rinne's plump lower lips.
"Miy!!!"
Rinne jolted upright with her signature moan, her usually half-lidded eyes round as saucers, like she'd witnessed the impossible.
"N-no way... Surely not..."
"Women have lips down there too, you know."
"Even for my husband's request, I can't... It's dirty... Filthy..."
Rinne floundered, at a loss.
She could force herself to straddle his face if he asked.
But a deep kiss on her lower lips?
Anyone could guess where the nectar gushing like a faucet would end up.
"If we do that, you'll have to swallow it all..."
"It's fine. Tastes good. Besides, you've only ever received it from my mouth before."
"Even so, men and women are built differently..."
"It's okay. Sit back down."
"......"
After agonizing hesitation, Rinne reluctantly returned to position at his insistence.
Her head felt ready to explode from embarrassment, but she soothed herself: this was natural for husband and wife.
Slurp! Sluuurp! Smack!
"Heek! Ummph...!"
The moment she squatted back down, his thick tongue plunged fearlessly into her soft entrance.
Like an eel slithering into a dark, narrow cave, the velvety sensation flooded her depths.
Something fingers or cock could never achieve.
The gentlest caress possible during lovemaking.
Without clit stimulation, reaching climax from tongue alone demanded the most delicate touch—near impossible.
Most women felt agonizing insertion cravings here, driven mad by the teasing itch.
"Haa... Aah... Aaaah..."
But Rinne was different.
With near-zero tolerance and immunity to pleasure, every flick scraping her inner walls, every soft lap at her puffy labia—it all felt blissful.
Each wave of sensation rivaled full orgasm.
That was why her long black hair swayed as she arched and bowed her back repeatedly.
Why her squatting thighs quivered sporadically.
Why her untouched clit throbbed, skin peeled back and erect.
Why his mouth was drenched in her nectar.
"Ah... Hnmm... Mmm..."
If every sensation felt this good, she could bask in it forever.
Like morphine soothing her veins alongside philopon-fueled ecstasy.
But Si-woo's ministrations didn't stop there.
His tongue, coated in sticky saliva and far more of her nectar—like sugar syrup—traced her perineum and ventured lower.
"N-no, not there...!"
Rinne tried to stand in panic, but Si-woo snaked his arms around her thighs like a serpent, holding her firm.
"It's okay. Just leave it to me."
"That's really off-limits! It's filthy... Haaht...!"
"We've done it before."
"Even so... Even so..."
Unlike before, his tongue now targeted her blatantly dirty back entrance.
Last time hadn't been this overt, and she hadn't felt pleasure.
She hadn't committed to serving him as her husband, either.
Sure, she'd allowed rear before front, and as a witch, her secondary organ was impeccably clean...
But happily receiving tongue there? That was lewdness far from a wife's modesty.
"Didn't you beg me to lick your dirty hole last time?"
"That was... different then..."
She didn't mind showing him her naughty side—but not something so obscene.
That resolve had quietly taken root in her heart.
Squelch!
"Hyaang!"
Yet the tongue forcing its way in shattered her determination effortlessly.
Her legs went so limp she'd have collapsed without his arms.
Skilled tongue-play alternating front and back across her perineum delivered breathless pleasure.
Slurp! Sluuuurp! Slurp!
Her fluids had spread from his mouth to his nose, yet he paid it no mind.
"Which do you like better?"
"B-both...! Hnngh...!"
Her liquor-loosened pronunciation melted into softness as her hips twitched in response—a charming tease.
"I'd love it if you told me clearly which one."
"Hnn... Hnnn..."
When he pulled back, Rinne finally caught her breath—but no answer came.
Too embarrassed, it seemed.
"This one?"
"Heek!"
"Or this?"
"Hngh!"
Both elicited flopping-fish reactions, hard to distinguish.
Grinning smugly, he shifted to the one he'd never targeted before.
"Or is this your favorite?"
"Uuu... Uuuu..."
As he gently suckled her swollen bud...
"Hnnnnaaah! There...! That's the best...!"
"Smmmmmph!"
"Haaaaang!!!!"
Her honest confession peaked with climax.
The entrance below spasmed wildly, drooling saliva-like nectar.
Her squatting legs shook uncontrollably; Si-woo had to brace her with his arms.
"Good girl, you said it just right. Felt amazing, didn't it?"
"Hic...! Hic...!"
Si-woo scooped up the panting, breathless Rinne and cradled her gently.
"U-uuu..."
Tears brimming as aftershocks trembled through her, Rinne calmed just enough to clamber atop his chest like a kitten.
"Master?"
"Wait."
He thought she'd kiss him—but instead, her tongue meticulously cleaned around his mouth.
Clinging tight, unwilling to part, the ticklish laps circled his face.
"I dirtied you... so I'll clean you up."
"You don't have to."
"Slurp... Leaving my husband soiled... Slurp... a wife can't stand for that."
In her earnest way, Rinne was licking the nectar from his lips and nose.
Not content there, she lavished his fingers one by one...
Smack, smack...
From chest to legs to toes, suckling each like a babe at the breast.
With reverent poise, as if no filth could touch her.
"Whoa..."
Her selfless devotion to her husband, sparing no part of herself.
No direct stimulation, but a mentally euphoric service.
Supporting his foot with both hands, she suckled the last toe, then crawled to meet his towering erection eye-to-eye.
More reverently than ever, worshipful.
Pressing her cherry lips to it.
"Smack..."
Precum oozed stickily, threading a silver web between her lips.