Chapter 736
Chapter 736
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 736
Chapter Title: Healing (5)
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1.
The true essence of the conquest high that sex delivers lies in the before and after.
Stripping away primly wrapped clothes to reveal a naked body.
Hearing lewd moans that would never escape otherwise.
A woman who carried herself with haughty arrogance ends up sprawled like a frog after climax, panting like a bitch in heat.
That gap—the "she was like this before, but after I pounded her, she turned into this"—is what maximally ignites a man's desire to conquer.
"Hyaat! Mmph mph... Hyaang...! Haang haang!"
In that sense, Rinne was one of the women who displayed the widest such gap.
Even across Si-woo's extensive track record of messy flings.
Her icy demeanor, where not a drop of blood would spill even if pricked with a needle, and her fierce glare were nowhere to be seen.
Rinne's mochi-soft pussy cushioned against Si-woo's pubic bone, squishing and squeezing his cock tight with every thrust.
Her hazy eyes even tricked him into seeing hearts floating there.
"Good...! Good...! Gooooodaaaang...!"
Her low-pitched voice for a woman and her stiff, cold pronunciation had vanished.
All that remained was a bitch in heat, shuddering with shattering pleasure yet desperately chasing more, dancing through climax after climax.
"Ooh..."
At this point, it was almost intimidating.
"Hmpht... Uuubuu..."
With yet another unknowable orgasm, Rinne arched her back like a bow, squirting her love juices.
The sweet nectar overflowing from their joined sexes had already soaked not just the insides of her thighs but the bedsheets too.
"Haa... Haaaaah... Haa..."
Rinne collapsed onto Si-woo's broad chest, gasping for breath.
The aftershocks of her multiple orgasms made her body twitch intermittently—such a pathetic, arousing sight.
Si-woo pulled her sweat-slicked shoulders close, praising her efforts, knowing she'd climaxed far too many times already.
"You're incredibly lewd."
"Hic... Uuuh... I thought... you might like this, my lord..."
"Of course I do. Now it's my turn to move."
"Just... a moment to rest... just a moment..."
Of course, Si-woo had no intention of letting Rinne rest.
She couldn't get a man this worked up and then just lie there with his cock still inside—unacceptable.
"Hyaang!"
Gripping her ass firmly, he thrust his hips up lightly.
Despite Rinne's plump lower body and perfect ass, it all fit snugly in Si-woo's pot-lid-sized hands.
The grip was stable, her soft flesh molding perfectly around his fingers.
"No... no more... too much, I've cum too much already... Hic... I really feel like white stuff's gonna come out..."
"I thought women don't produce white stuff."
"Aang! Aang! Hyaang! Nooo... nooooo...!"
For someone saying no, Rinne clung tightly to Si-woo's chest, instinctively angling her hips to make it easier for his cock to thrust deeper.
Thanks to her womb's eager movements, his cock pistoned effortlessly through her pussy, diagonally scraping her inner walls.
She was so drenched it sounded like swinging a wet towel.
"Mnght...! Hyaang! Haaang! Aang!"
Drool trickled from her melted smile onto Si-woo's chest.
As signs of climax appeared, he clamped down on her fleeing ass, holding it firm.
"H-Hyut...! Hiyaaaaang!"
Rinne's entire body quivered violently, breath halting as her pussy clenched his cock with all her might.
Her flushed face was utterly adorable.
"You really hate it?"
"U-Uu... uuuh..."
Teasing her like that, she frantically shook her head no.
Did she think he'd pull out if she said she hated it?
Her desperation was making even Si-woo feel a bit embarrassed.
"Seeing you make me feel this good makes me want to do something for you too."
As Si-woo broached changing positions, Rinne replied without a hint of hesitation.
"I want to get pregnant with your child, my lord..."
"......"
"Fill me up... deep inside, with your baby seed..."
Of course, witches couldn't have children.
And Rinne wasn't just coquettishly saying what men liked to hear.
But just like how an excited man in the heat of sex might blindly creampie despite the risks, knowing it could lead to trouble.
Women, when truly loved and cherished, instinctively crave seed.
Si-woo's pleasure had awakened this grand mechanism designed by the gods for humans without mating seasons.
"Hoo..."
Si-woo's hot breath grew heavier.
He'd already planned to cum inside, but hearing this slutty plea—if it didn't rile him up, he wouldn't qualify as a man.
He craved a messy creampie more than ever.
"Kyaaang...!"
As Si-woo thrust up again, Rinne's barely recovered speech functions short-circuited.
"Hyaang, haang mnght...! Mmph...!"
Her pussy's crunchy squeezes milked him so fiercely that Si-woo's speech faltered too.
"You slutty bitch! Cum-stealing whore!"
"Nooooot thaaat...! Nooooot thaaat...!"
Just seconds ago she'd begged for a creampie impregnation, but now that it felt too good, this naughty witch was whining otherwise.
"Naughty witches get punished! Hya!"
Si-woo clamped her weakly wriggling, escaping ass until it felt like it'd burst, then slammed his cock to the deepest depths.
The semen already brimming in his urethra got tightly wrapped by Rinne's all-encompassing compressive climax pussy.
The cervix-mouth-point-blank ejaculation began.
"Kyaaaaaaaang!!!!"
Faced with his seed launching ferociously and her first internal creampie ever, Rinne triggered orgasm fever.
Excess semen that couldn't fit in her tight hole leaked out white.
"Ah... Ah..."
Seeing Rinne with her mouth agape, uvula visible, trembling uncontrollably, Si-woo deftly erected a barrier around them.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!!!"
A brain-melting pleasure wave hit alongside pure mana pulsing into her womb.
Thus, the collar that had tormented Rinne for centuries finally came undone.
2.
The collar being released didn't mean the sex was over.
Both Si-woo and Rinne still felt nowhere near satisfied.
"Mnght...! Hmpf...! Kyak!"
Having cast off her long-coveted collar, Rinne had no spare capacity to feel moved by it now.
Pure, 100% pleasure was rampaging through her zero-immunity senses, setting them ablaze.
"Gonna diiiie... Die...! Hek... Heok... Heaaak...!"
In doggy position with one leg hoisted up and held, Rinne was reduced to a vulgar mating bitch marking her territory.
It wasn't just the position.
With every climax, her juices sprayed like a water jet, actually turning the sheets between her legs gray.
"What am I supposed to do if you squirt this much on Master's bed?"
"It feels... too good... Hyaang... Sorry, so sooorry...!"
His cock slipped out with a champagne-cork pop.
Feeling sudden emptiness, Rinne whined immediately.
"Nooo, don't pull out... Nooooo...!"
"What?"
"Cock... don't take the cock out... here, right here... pound me deep...!"
A few prompts, and now polite speech was fully installed in Rinne.
Ass raised high, shamelessly spreading her dripping front and back holes wide.
He'd only just learned: Rinne turned extra clingy at peak pleasure.
She'd thirsted for family.
Never properly loved since childhood, she harbored a massive longing to lean on someone—but public life and the curse of deprivation had suppressed it, unexpressed and unfulfilled.
That pent-up craving exploded upon meeting desire.
"Hurryyy... Hurry... Rinne likes the back too, the front toooo... do it allll...!"
Shaking her ass seductively, Rinne ground her swollen cherry mochi against the underside of Si-woo's cock.
Her desperate, pitiful hip movements stimulated both his sadism and lust.
"Which hole should I fill?"
"Hic! Hic!"
Each casual tap on her pussy made Rinne's pale shoulders twitch.
"Looks like this one's best."
This time, he pushed into her rear hole, freshly idle but already numb from repeated development, its pleasure ceiling pierced sky-high by the collar's release.
"Hiiiik!"
Straight to orgasm.
Kneeling Rinne's toes curled like waves, her already tight ass spasming wildly.
Normally, anal and pussy play together would be a no-go, but a witch's pristine rear was fair game.
Pull out immediately, then hilt into her far juicier pussy.
"Khaaaang!"
The secret technique that left even the great Dorothy cross-eyed and wailing: alternating thrusts.
As if Rinne could endure it.
True to her flexible body, face-down with thighs splayed to flee his cock.
Even belly-flopped in her own juice puddle, she had no time to care.
"Th-This... this... nooo... too dangerous for real... Hiek! Hik...!"
But Si-woo's instincts were sharp.
He dropped his hips low, pinning her lower belly to restrict movement, targeting her spread holes.
Rinne's reflexive dodge was as self-sabotaging as giving up back mount on the ground.
On a bed, Si-woo was a first-class grappler who could subdue even Eloa effortlessly.
"Kyaang!"
Thrusting her overflowing, juicy fresh pussy.
"Khang!"
Now her hard, dry, tight rear pussy.
Surpassing sweet-salty combos: the front-rear frenzy combo.
"Hyuuung... Hyaang...! Hyaaaaang! Stop, have mercccy...!"
Rinne could only sob tears and snot, tapping out endlessly.
Si-woo, his arousal beyond limits, was half out of his mind.
He pinned her fleeing form, looping an arm around her neck to stop all struggling.
Fifth ejaculation already, but no hesitation where to cum.
"In this ring, the loser's prize is...! Creampie only!"
"Hyaang!"
Ask God three times: creampie, creampie.
Creampie forever.
"Hya aaaah!"
"Hiyaaaaaaaak!"
Roaring beast-like, Si-woo crushed Rinne's climax-rigid plump ass with his hips, unleashing the final creampie.