Chapter 757
Chapter 757
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 757
Chapter Title: Let's Do That Now (3)
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The bedroom where they had spent countless steamy nights before.
But the air hanging in the room felt different from the usual.
It wasn't just the sweet intimacy of lovers. It had a wicked edge, the kind that made phrases like "She's such an S? No, totally an M!" pop into your head unbidden—a sultry, heated atmosphere.
"Haa... haa..."
Sharon stood naked on the floor—not the bed—wearing only her panties, waiting to be played with by Si-woo's hands.
Her skin was white as untouched snow. Marks from her bra wires pressed into her flesh, as if proclaiming they'd just been stripped away.
Her hips were perfectly shaped for an easy birth of quintuplets, paired with an ass that was prime real estate for pounding.
And her full breasts sat right at the sweet spot where firmness and softness coexisted.
Her body was beautiful no matter how many times he saw it.
Si-woo drank in every inch of Sharon's form with his eyes, like he was licking her over.
"Si-woo... y-you're still there, right?"
Her question trembled with real anxiety—literally.
Sharon couldn't see Si-woo right now.
A blindfold blocked her vision completely.
And that wasn't all.
Shadowy ribbons Si-woo had conjured bound her hands firmly behind her back. A bar and shackles spread her ankles shoulder-width apart, locking her legs so she couldn't close them.
She had no idea where he was looking.
No clue what he planned to do.
Unable to move freely, she couldn't even cover her exposed body.
Being left like this—sight stolen, half-restrained—was a brand-new experience for Sharon.
She had no idea how anxious it would make her... or how that anxiety would fuel her arousal.
The sensation of having all freedom and choice stripped away by another person's hands.
A dizzying thrill of depravity, like she'd truly become the "toy" she'd declared herself to be, tickled at her chest.
"Hik...!"
A thick hand roughly seized her breast.
No tenderness—just a crude grip, like appraising merchandise.
Fingers kneaded her breast like dough, then flicked at her stiff nipples.
"Eut... eut... kyaa!"
Sharon jolted with each touch, letting out sharp squeals at the sudden pinpricks of pain.
-Ding! Ding!
The bell sounds rang out every time her body twitched.
"Ah... haa..."
Si-woo had attached bells to Sharon's already hypersensitive nipples.
They were nipple clamps with bells—one of the toys from an adult shop.
"Stay still."
With Si-woo's cold command, the other breast got its bell too.
"Uuuu..."
The clamps bit harder than Sharon expected, painful—but the shame outweighed it.
Her face burned like it was on fire.
Big tits like hers always came with jiggle.
The slightest shake set off cheerful ding-a-ling sounds that teased her humiliation.
"Don't make a sound."
"...Okay."
Sharon's voice shrank under Si-woo's rougher-than-usual tone.
These toys were made for exactly this.
To avoid ringing the bells, she could barely move at all.
Bound on top of bound, Sharon was immobilized. Si-woo's hand reached for her panties.
That only flushed her face deeper.
Truth be told, her mint-white striped panties had started soaking through during their walk with Si-woo. They weren't doing their job anymore.
Love juices had gushed out, plastering the fabric to her lower lips.
A dry snip, and the panties were cut away.
Sharon's thighs clenched instinctively—she never expected him to just slice them off.
-Ding-a-ling!
The bells caught her tiny movement, ringing out. She straightened up too late.
"Ah... s-sorry. Kyaa!"
-Smack!
No reply—just a stinging pain blooming on her ass.
A sharp crack echoed late, and the bells on her breasts went wild.
This was one of Sharon's purchases too: an SM spanking paddle.
They'd tried plenty of kinks, including hand spanks that left red palm prints aplenty.
But this tool delivered pain without injury, and the smarting heat felt worlds apart from a hand.
It drove home the reality of her punishment.
"Uuuu..."
But...
Embarrassing. Humiliating. A little scary. Painful.
And yet...
She was soaking.
Way too much. It was a problem.
Am I really this much of a pervert? Her body felt so strange.
"Hik...!"
Sharon swallowed a gasp amid her confusion.
A cool, slick liquid trickled over her breasts.
The faint lavender scent tickled her nose—she knew it was love oil.
Si-woo's hands began roaming her body slowly, starting from her chest.
The oil's smooth glide spread thinly over her sensitized skin.
Without permission, his fingers crossed between her legs, glossing her thighs and ass till they shone.
The once-cool lavender oil warmed against her heat, marinating her body to look even more delicious.
Unlike before, his touch was delicate now, gentle.
Fingers caressing her springy ass delved deeper.
"Eut... S-Si-woo... not there..."
That spot had never allowed even one full entry—it was her virgin backdoor.
Sometimes, in the heat of sex, he'd slip in a fingertip. But Sharon had always shown subtle resistance to anal.
The reason? Simple shame.
It wasn't for normal sex, and the idea of pleasure from there triggered deep psychological walls.
Si-woo knew it too—he'd never pushed or begged through all their romps.
"Stay still."
"Hngut... eut..."
But now, he menaced in a low voice, teasing her rear at will.
Oil-soaked fingers pressed firmly, slowly overcoming resistance and slipping inside.
Amid the foreign fullness and discomfort—no pleasure—Sharon realized something.
This wasn't just foreplay. It wouldn't end there.
Si-woo, who'd claimed her front virginity and made her a woman, would take her backdoor purity tonight too.
She felt revulsion... but also hidden anticipation. Sharon startled at herself.
Tonight's messing with my head.
"It's clenching tight. In great shape."
"Uuuu..."
"I knew your front was a vice grip, but your back has talent too."
"D-don't say that... it's embarrassing."
Teasing Si-woo normally avoided stripped her bare, heightening her shame.
Like peeling away the natural care between lovers.
True to her request, he was scolding, tormenting, conquering her.
She thrilled at it, but her mental walls lingered.
-Squish squish
Sharon's hips bucked at the lewd probing. She finally spoke up.
"S-Si-woo, can we do that next time...? It's dirty... hik!"
Normally, even mid-rough play, Si-woo's hand would've pulled back. Instead, it plunged deeper.
"Today's punishment day, right?"
"Y-yeah... it is..."
No warning—another finger mercilessly invaded her pussy.
Hooking her weak spot, it roughly sawed back and forth.
"...Uu... haang!"
-Schluck! Schluck! Schluck!
-Ding! Ding! Ding!
Juicy flesh-beating sounds mixed with frantic bells.
Squelching fluids ran down her inner thighs like she'd peed herself.
"You hear that?"
"I hear it... haang... I hear...!"
Even suffering this degradation, she was aroused—the shameful secret exposed by obscene noises.
"You're so eager, I wonder if this is even punishment. Giving you what you like?"
"No... no...! Haeng... hut... still, it's... a dirty spot..."
"So you hate it?"
"I... wanna prepare my heart a bit more..."
No lie—pure truth.
She knew her spirit body stayed clean, no risk to her health.
But psychological barriers didn't crumble easy.
Why else would Sharon dodge it, even knowing Si-woo quietly craved it? She'd handle most things for him.
Her aversion ran that deep.
But her current excitement danced right on that barrier's edge.
Her old thinking: "Shouldn't do it" → "Won't."
Now: "Shouldn't do it" → "That's why I want it more."
"Okay? Then tonight, I'll stick to just your backdoor."
Si-woo replied coldly to her plea.
"Uwu..."
"Hate it? Then we're done."
After so long apart, forcing her reluctant backdoor while ignoring the front? And stopping if she refused, after revving her up?
So un-Si-woo. Too harsh.
But tonight was off-kilter.
His coldness aroused her like an aphrodisiac.
The masochistic thrill of being owned thumped in her chest. Every torment felt loving.
"Got it... tonight... use Sharon's backdoor as your toy, Si-woo."
That's why she cooed like this, coquettish and spoiled.
"Sharon'll squeeze real tight to make you feel good."
At Sharon's seduction, Si-woo's breath grew ragged...
"We wanna go too!"
"Miss Odil, no."
"I wanna anyway!"
"Miss Odet, you can't either."
Downstairs, a heated debate raged.