Chapter 760
Chapter 760
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 760
Chapter Title: The True Meaning of Conquest
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Ever since time immemorial, the true meaning of conquering a woman doesn't stop at the front—it's about claiming both holes completely.
Or, if we're talking pure conquest alone, the back undeniably carries far more weight.
The reasons are as follows.
First, the back isn't meant for insertion by nature.
To a witch, it's nothing more than a vestigial remnant, forgotten by most who live their lives without a second thought.
Now, Sharon's rear would be used solely as an onahole to bring Si-woo pleasure.
If you can't grasp that overwhelming sense of domination, consider the next example.
"Hng... Mmph... Hnng..."
Sharon had been burying her face in the pillow for a while now, holding her breath.
She gasped for air only when he thrust in, wriggling her hands and feet desperately when he pulled out, all to stifle any sound.
The reason was obvious: a frantic struggle to suppress her moans.
Here comes the second point.
Anal sex can draw out even greater shame and embarrassment from a woman.
No matter how forgotten its purpose, a sensitive woman instinctively carries some shame toward her excretory organ.
For a proud, aloof witch, it's even more pronounced.
To offer that spot as a tool for sexual play?
And not just that—to feel pleasure from it?
Nine out of ten would desperately hide the fact.
"Hng... Haang..."
"Feels that good?"
"N-not really... It's just... weird... Ngh!"
Crushing such efforts under waves of pleasure until she finally lets out a piercing cry.
Turning that shy, shrinking rear—'N-not there...'—into one that gapes wide and clenches, dripping white seed from the gap as it whimpers, 'Y-yes, right here...'.
Taming a body that recoiled from unfamiliar stimulation until it twitches instinctively at the mere spark of arousal.
Seeing her hesitate, unsure which hole craves it more when asked.
If that's not true 'ownership,' what is?
From now on, every time Sharon showers and casually washes her back, she won't think of it as a 'bowel organ' anymore—but as a 'place for sex'!
As Si-woo's mental excitement crested toward its peak...
Sharon was being driven to the brink of mental chaos.
-Squish! Squeltch! Squish! Squeltch!
"Ngh... Haang! Ngh... Uwaang!"
At the start, this session was just Sharon's special event for Si-woo.
Even at the height of arousal, even under his caresses.
Her aversion to anal was still strong.
But the moment his cock plunged deep and withdrew...
An unimaginable pleasure slammed through her entire body.
Like a string tugging a pleasure pouch deep in her gut.
Each lewd schlurping sound echoing in her ears sent chills racing across her skin.
Her pussy, so close to the action, clenched helplessly, endlessly leaking sticky fluids.
In that moment, amid the haze of ecstasy clouding Sharon's mind, one thought flashed:
'It's all being recorded!'
For Sharon, who thought nothing would come of it, this was a disaster.
If only it weren't her first time today,
If her body had been slowly trained by Si-woo's hands over time, the shame might have been less.
She knew full well that developing erogenous zones greatly influenced sexual satisfaction.
But this was Sharon's first experience.
And she'd subtly resisted all along.
Showing such ecstasy during her very first anal was an unforgivable scandal.
Would he think she was some ridiculous pervert?
Worse, would this be preserved forever?
Hugging those worries tight, she fought to muffle her moans.
The goal: show just enough enjoyment to pass muster.
"Sharon."
"Hnngk!"
"Feels good?"
"Haang...! Y-yeah... it does..."
Amid the relentless pounding, she barely answered his question.
"Better when I push in or pull out?"
"D-don't know if there's much... difference... Hek!"
"It's being recorded crystal clear. Compare and tell me."
"C-can't you stop filming?"
"Nope. Anyway, this is pushing in."
-Schlurp!
"Heek!"
Sharon bit her tongue as he thrust roughly.
"This is pulling out."
-Sloooorp!
"Haang!"
Si-woo, already knowing the answer, tossed the question casually, and Sharon pretended to compare diligently.
Pulling out felt overwhelmingly better.
So good that her pleasure was now fully ignited, starting to feel it even on the thrusts in.
"B-both feel good."
Unaware she'd been caught, Sharon tried to hide her weakness. Si-woo called out her shallow lie—one plain as day to him, since it wasn't his first time, though it was hers.
"Yeah?"
What cheek.
Begging to have her rear treated like a toy, then lying about it.
He vowed to torment her until the truth spilled from her lips.
2.
After the last incident, the guardian contract had been upgraded.
Not only sealed so no one could interfere, but the vision-sharing—once limited to borrowing the contractor's viewpoint—was fully unrestricted.
Now it could scan the contractor's surroundings, blended with Transcendental Earth.
In other words, Eloa could watch their heated, frenzied sex from every angle.
"Even Sharon is going in the back..."
Her final mental hurdle delayed Eloa's peeking until the act turned truly intense.
Right when Si-woo was pounding Sharon's rear in a contorted piledriver position.
Truth be told, it wasn't that shocking up to this point.
Eloa herself had spread her front lips wide for Si-woo and been railed from behind.
"What on earth is that position..."
But Eloa could scarcely believe her eyes.
A bizarre pose she'd never seen, let alone experienced.
Si-woo sat with Sharon straddling him reverse cowgirl, cock firmly buried in her ass.
Then Sharon pulled her legs up beside her head, and Si-woo wrapped his thick arms around them.
Not stopping there, he hooked those arms behind her neck to lock them in place.
Eloa didn't know the name, but it was the 'Full Nelson Position.'
Drawn from pro wrestling, this ultra-advanced hold required a massive cock, huge size difference, and male stamina all combined.
-Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!
Even then, Si-woo pistoned violently, white foam bubbling from the oil-slicked friction.
Using overwhelming arm and hip strength, he nearly fully withdrew before slamming balls-deep in one go.
-Jingle! Jingle!
"Haang! Haaang! Kyaaak! Kyahaang...!"
The jingling came, astonishingly, from the bells dangling on Sharon's breasts.
Without tools, this position left the woman utterly helpless.
At best, flailing her arms.
Even Eloa, skilled in grappling, couldn't escape it with technique alone.
No mercy given, she'd be used like an object, immobile.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
Sharon seemed to have no sharp counters either.
Her pussy, glaringly exposed by the position, drooled fluids endlessly, marinating in shame and ecstasy.
"S-Si-woo... Haang, this position... is too... embarrass... hing...! Hngk!"
"Then why lie? You said you'd be my toy today."
"Sharon's... Sharon did wrong... Hngk... Hrrnggg...!"
Even as Sharon begged forgiveness with sob-like moans, her disciple's cock showed no mercy.
It just used her gushing nectar as extra lube for fiercer thrusts.
Soon, her body began to tremble violently.
"Si-woo, Si-woo...! Hak...! Si-woo, wait a sec..."
"What?"
Sharon called out desperately.
"I-I'm... gonna cum... S-stop, please... Si-woo... Yeah? Hngk...! I was wrong, so stop...!"
"You can cum."
"No...! Can't cum from this...! I'll turn into an idiot... Sharon'll become a total idiot...! Hngk! Hngk! Kyaaaaak!"
"You're struggling too much. Time for me to blow a load."
Sharon's umpteenth climax made her pussy clench inward visibly, embarrassingly tight.
Her back arched like a bow from the recoil, but Si-woo's firm grip forced it down.
Her wild kicks in the air meant nothing.
"Hagak...! Urgh!"
Before the innate strength gap of female and male, Sharon's toes splayed rigidly skyward, effortlessly subdued.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Si-woo's cock throbbed fiercely, spraying white seed deep inside.
Eloa felt her heart pounding wildly.
She had to stop now.
Eloa had lived her whole life upright.
This was a grave offense to both Sharon and Si-woo, morally reprehensible deviance.
Especially such raw, bestial sex.
The upgrade allowed her to cut the visual feed freely; she could stop easily if she willed it.
But...
Eloa felt a parching thirst of desire.
Desire for the voyeurism itself.
Fantasy of being in Sharon's place, treated that way.
But most intensely, an abnormal thrill from her beloved disciple seeding another woman's depths.
Knowing it was utterly wrong, Eloa's hand had already slipped between her thighs.
"Si-woo... Hnngh, Si-woo..."
Eloa closed her eyes, leaking soft moans as she began pleasuring herself.