Chapter 787
Chapter 787
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 787
Chapter Title: Catfight Tournament (4)
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As Dorothy had said, Si-woo was indecisive.
Innate temperament isn't something that changes easily.
Even if Eloa and Rinne suddenly demanded a decision from him, it wouldn't be easy to meet their expectations.
So, when does Si-woo become that resolute, no-back-down kind of man?
One moment is during battle.
The other is in the heat of an intensely aroused bedroom encounter.
At such times, more honest with his instincts and desires than ever, Si-woo would finally settle the score.
"Wh-what's this?"
Si-woo's eyes went wide as he bolted upright in bed at the sudden intrusion of his two masters.
He had been in full "do nothing" mode after dinner, trying to shake off the day's exhaustion.
In the process, he hadn't let either Eloa or Rinne into the bedroom.
The two weren't on the best of terms yet.
Just look at today's cooking contest—they'd been sparking with rivalry so fiercely it felt like their skin was prickling.
Proposing intimacy to one prematurely here might come off as taking sides.
That said, getting both of them into bed didn't feel like the right move either.
"……."
"……."
The two masters had barged in without a word, staring at Si-woo with eyes full of resolve.
On top of that, Rinne had shown up in full Gemernai Count Family maid attire, complete with headband—somehow procured from who knows where.
Eloa had draped a white sheet around herself like a cape, but her perky bunny ears poked out visibly.
This was... that, right?
They surely hadn't come straight out demanding a threesome.
Just like with tonight's cooking contest, this was a challenge: decide who pleased him more—who he wanted to spend the night with.
"...Um, Masters, Rinne? Uh?"
Eloa and Rinne's eyes gleamed.
These witches had both reached the pinnacle of their arts.
In an instant, they spun around, effortlessly pinning Si-woo down and pressing their foreheads to his nostrils one after the other.
This was to ensure he couldn't weasel out with another vague dodge.
"W-wait a second! Guh!"
It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye.
Even so, Si-woo had instinctively held his breath—but when Rinne jabbed his side, he involuntarily sucked in a deep gulp of air.
As a result, he inhaled the full brunt of both women's scents.
"What in the world..."
Stunned and dazed, Si-woo was released as the two stood up straight.
"Now, choose."
"Pick one—her or me."
With those words, Rinne struck a demure pose, showing off her charms.
Just like in the evening's cooking contest where they'd showcased their ingredients, this was her time to appeal with her allure.
To this end, Rinne had bought the outfit from a servant and changed into it.
A true wife must devote herself to her husband even in the bedroom.
This maid uniform was a stark symbol of Rinne's devotion.
At least on the bed, it showed she was beneath Si-woo, pledging sincere service to his lower half.
Moreover, the servants' attire in this household was aesthetically exquisite.
It featured lovely frills without sacrificing mobility, ribbons galore, and a headband adorned with fresh flowers.
Above all, what Rinne valued most was that it came with white stockings.
Si-woo liked outfits that accentuated the legs, so this ensemble was sure to hit the mark.
But Rinne's preparations didn't stop there.
"My lord, look here."
Calling over Si-woo, who gaped in shock, Rinne lightly lifted her skirt hem.
Not just the polite lift for a curtsy—she flung it wide enough to fully expose her underwear.
Between the curtain-like white, voluminous frills peeked Rinne's stunning legs, sheathed in stockings that flaunted their beauty.
"I've already removed my panties for your tasting pleasure, my lord. I'll serve you body and soul for your delight."
The lines were still devoid of seduction, but that very innocence made her words and actions all the more erotic.
Her practical efforts—scheming and acting to please Si-woo—shone through.
"I can do far better than Tiferet here."
With that, Rinne shot Eloa a glance, her expression subtly triumphant—barely noticeable unless you looked closely.
She was already smug about her impending victory.
Before entering and even now, she'd sized up Eloa's outfit.
The pink-haired duchess wrapped in a white sheet with a bunny headband.
She couldn't see inside the sheet, but she could guess.
From the glimpses where it clung to her body, it was probably naked—or at least something with heavy exposure like underwear.
For the seemingly straitlaced Eloa, that was decent effort.
But men's hearts are mysterious things.
They feel greater conquest in the unwrapping than the fully bare form.
Besides, going fully nude was a shallow choice anyone could make.
At this point, Rinne was confident she had the upper hand over Eloa—especially seeing her clutch the sheet tightly instead of casting it off. That side profile ear was bright red. Clearly embarrassed.
She got shy about even acting cute in front of others? Then her resolve fell short of Rinne's.
"Uuu... uuuuu..."
Eloa was on the verge of tears, still agonizing.
Was this really the right outfit?
Even if men liked something lewd, was it okay to show this ridiculous getup in front of a rival—and her own disciple?
Should she change now?
But what if she lost Si-woo in the meantime?
It was a storm of torment.
Even after Dorothy's half-day crash course reshaping her values, Eloa couldn't fully shed the rigid notions ingrained in her mind.
"Hmph."
Rinne's scoff stabbed at Eloa's temple.
"If you're not confident, leave."
Eloa couldn't let that slide from Rinne of all people. Gritting her teeth, she flung off the bedsheet.
-Flutter!
The sheet sailed through the air like a butterfly's wings before landing on the floor.
Revealed was Eloa's seminude form, white as the sheet itself.
"I-I'm tastier...! Devour me...!"
The ultimate weapon she'd hesitated to deploy—fearing instant doom upon touch—now gleamed under the moonlight.
"……."
"……."
Si-woo's jaw dropped to the floor.
Even Rinne, usually expressionless, couldn't close her mouth.
Because Eloa's outfit was outrageously vulgar—and obscenely lewd.
A killer blow aimed straight at male desire.
The name of this attire, which shattered bunny suit limits once more: reverse bunny suit. Or reverse bunny getup.
It looked exactly as named.
The complete opposite of a standard bunny suit.
The usual bunny set's leotard—that covered chest and lower body—was absent.
Instead: a sleeveless, collar-only shirt with no torso coverage; leggings that shielded from legs to upper hips but left the crotch utterly exposed.
So nipples and privates fully bare?
That's the thinking of amateurs.
Eloa's bunny suit came bundled with 20 heart stickers.
Sparkling black stickers covered the pair of protrusions on her chest and her woman's secret place.
But these stickers offered scant defense as underwear—peelable with the effort of opening instant food packaging.
Concealment and exposure.
Hiding and revealing.
Clothing and stripping.
Si-woo and Rinne lost their wits before this bold departure from humanity's age-old clothing concepts.
Rinne rubbed her eyes and shifted her gaze to Eloa's plump rear.
Even amid the cultural shock, she couldn't shake the question of just where that fluffy bunny tail was attached.
Eloa's outfit had gimmicks everywhere on the torso there was space.
"No way..."
Rinne was dumbfounded.
The tail was embedded as if it were Eloa's own.
Eloa's reverse bunny set had three components: bunny headband, heart stickers, and...
The star: bunny tail anal plug (with three single-use lube packets for easy insertion).
"This... from the Sword Ghost...?"
Hardly words for a former Sword Ghost arriving to serve her lord in a no-panties, no-bra maid outfit.
Regardless, Rinne confirmed her crushing defeat.
This wasn't about prep time or props.
If she'd stretched her imagination a bit further, steeled her resolve more, she could've gone even wilder.
But she hadn't. Eloa had.
What excuse could she make?
"Huff... huff..."
Si-woo's breathing grew ragged.
He'd done threesomes before.
With the twins, and the Dorothy-Lurye combo.
But inhaling both these women's scents at once? First time.
From 23rd and 22nd Hierarchy high-rank witches, no less.
The arousal he'd tried to suppress ignited his brain like wildfire, fueled by their sex appeal.
An unbelievable erotic spectacle before him.
Eloa dominated in raw impact, but Rinne held her own in fantasy fuel.
Two-master donburi double combo delivered to his room free of charge—an unreal scenario.
Plus, a chance to witness the sticky, dense lesbian play he'd long fantasized about, starring his own masters as both leads and viewers in a grandma-best combo.
He couldn't send Rinne away now.
"Great show. You're both stunning."
His voice came out cooler than expected.
Si-woo realized for the first time: peak arousal, breaching mental limits, yields startling clarity.
"Shall we taste and judge now?"
Exactly.
Cooking contests don't end at plating.
Even if outfits decided the first round, you can't know the flavor without trying.
Si-woo Cup: Supreme Housewife Masters Tournament.
Round 2 to decide the victor: held here, on the bed.