Chapter 735
Chapter 735
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 735
Chapter Title: Healing (4)
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Even though I'd felt it many times before, sex with a witch was utterly surreal.
Could a human really do all these things—pressing bare skin against such a stunning beauty and wondering if she was even human?
It was so visually overwhelming that it barely felt real.
And today's session with Rinne amplified that unreality even further.
Especially the gap between her demeanor and her appearance.
She looked like the epitome of Confucian modesty, the picture of prim propriety—yet here she was, lying Si-woo down and serving him with a devotion that rivaled a cult priestess worshiping her leader.
"Chuu... smooch..."
Rinne had buried herself between Si-woo's thighs, lavishing kisses on his cock for what felt like ages.
If she'd been wearing makeup, it would've been covered in hundreds of lipstick marks—her attention was that meticulous and thorough. Not just the tip, the underside, and the shaft, but she even planted kisses on his balls without a hint of hesitation.
Whenever she needed to adjust it with her hands, she handled it as delicately as soap bubbles, stirring dangerous thoughts that she'd obediently perform any depraved act asked of her.
"Haa..."
After nearly fifteen minutes of kissing his cock, Rinne opened her mouth wide and took it in.
Her soft lips enveloped the shaft, while her hot, plush tongue teased the base.
"Kuuh!"
In that position, she swallowed it all the way to the tip.
Si-woo could see her elegant brow furrow in pain.
"Are you okay?"
Si-woo was startled.
With an average size, maybe—but his was quite substantial. Deepthroating to kiss the base would plunge it deep into her throat, triggering her gag reflex.
Yet Rinne endured stubbornly, breathing heavily through her nose until she'd finally taken him all the way into her throat.
Deepthroat, or irrumatio—a hardcore play treating a woman's throat like a pussy.
Amelia had done it once before, but he never asked his lovers to during sex. No need to make them suffer just for his pleasure.
-Spurt, spurt.
"Guh... guk... ugh..."
Like a frog impaled, the tip hit the back of her throat, sending a bizarre sensation like thrusting into a third pussy.
Rinne gripped Si-woo's thighs firmly, bobbing up and down. The tightness wasn't intense, but the heat and slickness felt incredible.
If Si-woo were a bit more sadistic, he might've let her continue until climax, then locked her in a triangle choke to watch cum bubble back up through her nose...
But seeing Rinne's eyes welling with tears didn't sit right with him.
"You don't have to do that."
-Schlurp!
Si-woo sat up and lifted her shoulders, finally freeing his cock. Strands of saliva connected the glistening, saliva-drenched shaft to her lips.
"Kehk... cough...! Cough...! Does it feel good?"
Even as she turned away coughing, Rinne checked on his pleasure.
"You don't need to go that far. It must be tough for you."
"...I know my place."
"What?"
Her response felt oddly out of place for someone he'd just told she didn't need to deepthroat.
Rinne calmly laid out her thoughts.
"My body isn't attractive. To satisfy you with this scrawny figure, I have to put in this much effort. Whether it's a cum dump for your ass or a wife indulging your perverse acts to feed your taboo thrills—it doesn't matter."
That's when Si-woo realized why she'd pushed herself.
Previously, to hide his mana amplification from the emotionally numb Rinne, he'd subtly demeaned her to induce shame.
Things like, "Should I put out the fire with your pussy juice?"
Or, "Master only knows men through holes perverts enjoy—no normal woman's treatment for you. Can't grasp the taboo thrill? Can't be helped."
Or, "Master's just my ass-exclusive cum dump, right?"
And, "With that skinny body, you'll have to work hard to satisfy me. I'm doing you a favor."
He'd thrown those out on the spot to defuse the situation, but Rinne had taken them literally to heart.
"So even if you command me to live naked forever, I'll obey if it's your order."
"......"
Si-woo suddenly felt like the world's biggest asshole.
Like tossing a stone carelessly and watching a frog drop dead—like witnessing unintended cruelty.
"Master, things are different now than back then."
"My body's the same as then."
"That's not the issue. You're plenty attractive as you are."
"I don't want flattery. To serve you properly as your partner from now on, I need your honest, cutting opinions."
Rinne refused to listen.
He had to clear up the misunderstanding.
She needed to understand her own allure better.
"Hey, look at me for a sec."
"I've been looking only at you."
Saying that deadpan without hesitation felt like cheating.
"You're beautiful enough."
"Don't call me Master anymore. Call me Rinne. I'll call you my husband too."
"Fine. Let's start here?"
To restore her sagging self-esteem, Si-woo began the praise shower, pointing at her breasts.
"Big breasts are beautiful, sure. Lots to grab."
"......"
Rinne's face fell subtly—barely noticeable unless staring.
Si-woo rushed to elaborate.
"But small doesn't mean bad."
"Then?"
"They're not nonexistent, right? These days, mocking A-cups is a big no-no."
As he said, her size matched the twins'.
"That's..."
"More importantly, sensitivity matters. Ever heard smaller breasts mean more sensitive nipples?"
"First time."
"Your reactions are so good, it's fun to tease them."
"......"
"Plus, I can hear your heartbeat closer."
Lukewarm response led him to recite internet wisdom.
"I see..."
Rinne nodded reluctantly.
But Si-woo's praise didn't stop.
"Your lines are artistic too. That slim waist and perky ass. First time I saw it, I marveled how it looked like a full moon."
"......"
"And that hairless lower lips—plump, cute, pure white like mochi. I could stare all day."
"......"
"Plus your face—flawless pale skin, especially that long hair. Like silk."
Rinne squirmed with each compliment.
"So please forget those words as lies. I'd appreciate it."
After the self-esteem waterfall, Rinne's face flushed crimson.
Her fidgeting fingers screamed shyness.
Awkwardly avoiding his gaze—ground, sky—she looked adorably clumsy.
Even her usually cool, intimidating eyes softened.
No wonder: Rinne had never heard compliments on her looks before.
If she had, she'd ignored them. Most of Si-woo's were borderline sexual harassment anyway.
Yet they touched her deeply.
Her heart melted sweetly.
A bubbling desire to be cherished more welled up.
"Husband... tells embarrassing lies without even wetting his lips."
Unable to voice her true feelings, Rinne leaned her cheek on his chest.
Hearing his pounding heart, she resolved something else.
"Lie down again."
It was cowgirl position.
To Rinne's conservative views, woman-on-top was blasphemous perversion—comparable to doggy.
Not just mounting her husband, but shaking her hips like a whore.
Unthinkable in her marital ideals.
"......"
Yet she climbed atop his upright cock for a reason.
From experience, he liked women breaking lewdly.
Making her say dirty talk, tormenting her overwhelmed pleasure...
So even if irreverent, showing him her ass and hips moving proactively might delight him.
"...I'm putting it in."
"I can do it."
"I'll do it from on top."
Rinne swallowed hard, grasping his cock.
She rubbed the imposing length against her dripping entrance.
-Squish!
Unable to face him, Rinne focused on the sensation below.
She drew up her knees, squatted, and lowered slowly.
And...
"Mmm... ah..."
A strange sigh-moan escaped her lips.
Her pussy was ready from deep teasing and arousal—no pain.
-Twitch! Twitch!
But she'd forgotten.
The pleasure when his cock nudged her deepest, secret spot.
And how vulnerable Rinne was to ecstasy.
Overzealous, she'd blanked it out.
"Myek!"
A weird high-pitched cry, legs giving out—she collapsed fully.
A death sentence for Rinne.
Not just kissed, but deep-kissed at her cervix—pent-up pleasure exploded.
-Twitch twitch.
Her lower belly quivered.
Pussy clenched like slicing his cock.
Innards stimulated endlessly by the shaft at her cervix.
"Hyaaaaang!"
-Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Her eagerness backfired: a brain-melting orgasm, pussy juice spraying like a fountain.