Chapter 788
Chapter 788
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 788
Chapter Title: Meow Meow Tournament (5)
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"Hauu..."
Eloa hung her head like a child who'd been scolded, enduring the fiercely burning shame.
Embarrassing.
Her head felt like it might burst from the heat.
She'd done plenty of shameful things in front of Si-woo before, but nothing had ever felt this humiliating.
"Master."
As the privilege of the first-round winner, perhaps, Si-woo turned his attention first to Eloa, who stood rigidly in place.
Even after inhaling the scents of both women at once, his voice remained surprisingly steady, his reason intact.
But that only made it more embarrassing.
It wasn't that both of them had lost their minds to pleasure—no, it was just Eloa dressed in slutty clothes, acting coquettish all by herself.
And today, Rinne was right there watching.
"Lift your head."
"S-Si-woo..."
"Quickly."
Eloa raised her head, peering through her disheveled bangs.
Her ripe-peach cheeks burned red, her eyes glistening with moisture.
That trademark expression of hers, always looking like she was desperate to be devoured.
She'd wagged her tail first, yet now she was blushing like she might die—the repertoire was the same as always, but it never failed to charm him.
"What a bold outfit. I never imagined you'd wear something like this, Master."
Si-woo teased her, leaning in close to inspect her chest meticulously.
"Wow, these are really just stickers, huh?"
"Y-Yes... they are."
"Your areola's peeking out a bit. Didn't check properly?"
What...? Peeking out?
Eloa hurriedly glanced downward, confirming her state once more.
Sure enough, a faint pink gradient was slyly visible over the edges of the heart shapes.
The stickers were too small to cover properly from the start.
"Ah, no! You can't look...!"
Even though she'd bared her chest and let him bite it countless times before, an indescribable wave of shame overwhelmed her, drawing a near-scream from her lips.
"Tch, stay still. Hands on your waist."
"Ah.... Uh, huu..."
But under Si-woo's merciless command, Eloa exposed her chest defenselessly.
Si-woo was already in unstoppable berserker mode.
"Wow.... I didn't even know outfits like this existed."
"S-Stop teasing me..."
What Eloa felt was nothing more or less than shame and humiliation.
No matter how starved she was for intimacy, she hadn't even received a kiss yet.
Yet as Si-woo's gaze licked over her body, her lower belly prickled and her chest tingled incessantly.
The result....
-Swoosh
The first telltale sign of sexual arousal appeared.
The sticker, far less defensive than a nipple patch since it wasn't meant to cover anything, bulged outward at the heart's center—Eloa's nipple had stiffened to a point.
"Master really is a pervert."
Eloa, realizing it from the loosening adhesive and Si-woo's stare, hurriedly looked down.
"Hik!"
She gasped like a frightened rabbit upon confirming her appearance.
Si-woo slowly circled around the speechless Eloa, her shame rendering her mute.
"Th-This is your fault..."
"My fault?"
"Because you stared so intently..."
"Didn't you dress like this so I'd stare?"
Si-woo truly respected his master.
She was upright and principled, with a noble heart that cared for the weak and never compromised her justice.
In fact, it would be harder to find someone who wouldn't respect her upon meeting her one-on-one.
But even Si-woo, who loved and admired Eloa, couldn't help turning mischievous at the sight of her on the verge of tears.
"More importantly, won't this just fall off like this?"
"Ahk... Eut..."
"If your nipple gets any harder, it looks like it'll peel right off.... Stop dodging. Let me try a bit more."
"Uu... Uuu..."
As he scraped his nail lightly over the smooth sticker surface, Eloa's bunny ears twitched this way and that.
Her fidgeting, like she'd just grabbed a scalding hot cup, only made her more adorable.
"And what's this?"
Si-woo didn't stop there—he firmly grabbed her splendid peach of a buttock, perfectly shaped, springy, and sweet.
Pulling her body into an embrace, he grasped the carrot-like tail plug lodged in her rear entrance.
"Uk!"
Just grabbing it made her buttocks clench tight, sucking the plug inward.
The motion was just like a rabbit whose tail had been caught.
"Answer me, Master. What is this?"
"It's... it's a... tail."
Eloa barely managed to reply, even breathing properly a struggle.
Lightly twisting the tail made her legs tremble atop her precarious heels.
"How'd you put this in? Did you do it yourself?"
"...By myself... with gel..."
"Really? How'd you do it?"
"S-Squatting... looking in the mirror..."
"Did it go in easily? Seemed tricky."
"...It didn't... so I put... the gel inside first..."
Si-woo pressed her with one embarrassing question after another.
Each time, Eloa shrank smaller, her breathing labored.
"Stay still."
"Wh-What... are you going to do...? Hik!"
It was simple.
He pulled out the firmly embedded plug from behind her.
-Pop!
The tail came out with a crisp sound, much lighter than extracting a cock thanks to its design.
The plug was smaller than expected, beginner-friendly.
A silvery strand of love gel stretched like mozzarella between her petals and the plug.
She'd clearly filled herself with gel before inserting it.
As she quivered from the extraction, he thrust the rabbit tail back in.
-Squish!
"Relax."
"Hiek!"
He repeated the motion like tormenting her with anal beads.
-Pop! Squish! Pop! Squish! Pop! Squish!
"Ah... Ah... Haa... Hwaang...!"
She shook her head side to side but didn't beg him to stop.
Instead, she clung to her disciple—who was freely toying with her back hole—as if he were the only one in the world she could rely on.
"You love this too much."
"Hu... Uk...!"
Eloa couldn't even respond properly.
She was too busy biting her lips to stifle her moans.
"And it's barely been used once, yet you've developed this much. Such a promising master with a bright future ahead."
"...Hup... Up.... Uup..."
Can you believe it?
What his master had prepared wasn't just the reverse bunny girl outfit.
Instant-access anal, ready for insertion without foreplay—a gift that hit Si-woo's fetish dead-on.
"Hwaaaang!"
Eloa climaxed in one go from Si-woo's handiwork.
Her knees knocked together as she barely stayed upright, announcing her peak.
"Turn around and stick your ass out. I'll thrust right in."
As his voice grew rougher and Eloa hesitantly presented her rear....
-Grab
Rinne, who'd been sidelined, seized Si-woo's wrist.
In her maid outfit, her cheeks puffed out, jealousy pouring forth unreservedly.
"Darling, I'm here too."
Even if she'd lost the outfit contest, Rinne had put real effort into her preparation.
Watching their sticky affection made her fume.
"Did I forget? Sorry."
Rinne shivered with an inexplicable chill down her spine at Si-woo's gentlemanly smile.
What was this? That sly, smug vibe.
It was a side of her darling she'd never seen.
Even Rinne, who'd endured quite a few bold acts thanks to his mana copycat ploy, heard that perverted tone she'd never fathomed.
Had she and Eloa awakened some sleeping monster?
"Master, wait just a moment."
"Hau.... Huuu..."
The moment she slipped from his arms, Eloa collapsed in place, panting heavily.
Si-woo licked his lips and turned his target to Rinne.
"Are you mad?"
"...No."
He'd momentarily forgotten amid the reverse bunny's stellar performance, but Rinne's outfit was plenty tantalizing too.
Who in the world hated maid outfits?
Especially with her black hair contrasting the white stockings.
The frills wrapping her like pretty wrapping paper evoked the thrilling gap once stripped away.
Si-woo gently pulled Rinne into his arms, stroking her buttocks.
The smooth stockings clinging to her skin offered a different allure from bare flesh, gripping his hands perfectly.
"Of course I love the outfit you prepared, Rinne. I'm thrilled."
"Spare me the lip service."
Even as she said it, her pout softened, lips curving gently.
"Let me touch you a little."
"As much as you want.... Hik?!"
Rinne's foot jerked up with a sudden moan, her eyes bewildered as they darted downward, clueless to what had happened.
"Things might get rough today. That's okay, right?"
"It's fine, uhak...?"
A raspy yet soft fabric targeted her crotch intensely.
Her eyes widened at the unfamiliar sensation.
"Wh-What... are you doing...? Hmu...!"
What Si-woo was doing was straightforward.
Stocking wedgie.
Hand deep under her skirt, he'd grabbed the front of her stockings and yanked upward.
Naturally, the fabric dug into her plump mound, and rubbing back and forth turned it into a thin thong assaulting her sensitive spot.
Possible only because the Gemernai Count Family's white stockings were more like thick tights.
-Rub rub
"Hmut...! Mumu...!"
A devilish act proving Si-woo's arousal.
Rinne felt it intensely without a single finger touching her directly.
It wasn't just to trigger sadism or shame.
The stockings, rubbed at just the right pressure, struck pinpoint at Rinne's already hypersensitive body.
"Still so sensitive. You should train by going no-panties, stockings only from now on."
"No need... for that... mghk...! kind of training..."
Rinne turned into full kitty mode when lust built up, but her base spec was haughty.
With her rival master watching right in front, she resisted admitting it easily.
Si-woo mocked her attitude, expertly heating her body with skilled moves.
-Rub! Rub! Rub!
"Um...! Huut...! Ut...!"
Before long, the center of her tights bore a suspiciously wet stain, like she'd leaked urine.
Glancing down, the aggressive cameltoe slicing into her mound looked utterly delicious.
"W-Wait...!"
"Time to send you off."
Rinne desperately grabbed Si-woo's arm, but his next move was ruthless.
From their past encounters and the stocking's angle, he pinpointed her pleasure zones.
"Darling... wait.... Not like this, I don't want to cum...!"
Adjusting angle and pressure meticulously, he polished her clit through the stockings like a gem....
"...Hwaaaang!"
Rinne went over embarrassingly easily, still on tiptoes.
Thus, each claimed one stack of climax.
"Shall we move to the main event?"
The appetizer of outfit appreciation was done.
The finger-food course was finished.
Now for snail soup garnished with lilies.