Chapter 789
Chapter 789
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 789
Chapter Title: Chapter 789 - #165_묘묘 대전(6)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 789
Chapter Title: Catfight Championship (6)
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1.
"I just want the two of you to get along."
Si-woo meant it from the bottom of his heart.
Eloa had been his spiritual anchor and master for as long as he could remember.
Rinne, for all their rocky start, was the master who had thrown herself into death's jaws for him time and again.
He couldn't possibly pick one over the other.
"But if you absolutely have to compete, then I'll judge it fairly."
With that, Si-woo made his call and laid it out.
The loser of the lesbian sex bout would yield a little ground.
"First come, first served... how about that?"
Of course, a threesome was the stuff of every guy's dreams—an intoxicating act.
The visual feast doubled, the pleasure squared into pure magic.
But even so, Si-woo had never once suggested a 3P in the past.
Because real-world sex wasn't like manga or porn.
A man might be in bliss, but the time lavished on each woman inevitably shrank.
And while guys might not mind, there was no guarantee women felt the same thrill at the sight of another naked body—even if it was the same sex.
Relationships were extensions of human bonds, after all. Foresight and delicate balancing were key, especially afterward.
Let alone with two masters who were at each other's throats like sworn enemies, turning it into a lesbian orgasm Olympics with first dibs on sex as the prize.
His conscience couldn't stay silent.
But the urge to watch those boobs bouncing against each other...
Right now, he couldn't hold back!
Of course he wanted to see it!
The jiggling, the pussy-clapping!
Si-woo, his excitement pushed to delirious heights without showing it outright, shoved his guilt aside and worked hard to convince his two masters.
"Si-woo... you really think that makes sense?"
She wasn't scolding him, but her flustered panic was plain—truly at a loss.
Even in her haze of reason slipping away, pangs of conscience stabbed at her chest.
A sliver of sanity crept back in.
"Did I go too far? Sorry. I must've gotten way too worked up."
"My apologies. I got carried away inhaling both your scents at once. I hate to disappoint, but this isn't what Rinne wants either. Got any other ideas?"
Si-woo shook his head firmly, trying to shake off the temptation.
What kind of ungrateful disciple was he?
Mind blown by the reverse bunny and maid outfits or not, forcing his heavenly masters into a lesbian sex battle?
For a moment, he despised himself for the awful idea.
"If my lord desires it, then yes. Even grinding our pussies together, I'd gladly oblige."
But then, from the unlikeliest source, came a voice shoving his faltering lust back into gear.
"Or do you lack the confidence, Tiferet?"
The backup came from Rinne, back to her impassive mask as if her stockings hadn't been soaked moments ago.
She'd already lost the outfit round once.
And those single rounds of caressing hardly qualified as proper contests.
With a prime chance to turn it around, she had zero intention of backing down.
Not even if it meant lewd antics with a rival she despised.
Straight as an arrow, terrifyingly so.
Wasn't that Rinne's way of life?
"If you can't handle it, I'll take my lord's love first."
"I won't let that happen."
Rinne's fighting spirit steeled Eloa's resolve.
Of course, it was embarrassing, laced with revulsion.
But she refused to let Rinne steal the lead so helplessly.
Besides, wasn't Si-woo's eager anticipation more electric than ever?
Eloa was the master who wanted to give him anything he craved.
Even something this shameful—she'd grit her teeth and deliver.
"I'll do it."
Eloa nodded, her will firm.
"......"
"......"
Next, both masters lay back on the bed, legs splayed wide.
"Then, let's begin."
Si-woo swallowed hard and dove into unwrapping his masters' views.
To get to the boobs, you had to strip the packaging, right?
First up: Master's heart sticker.
Eloa was drenched beyond belief right now.
Meaning her juices were flowing so freely that a mere sticker's glue couldn't hold.
"I'll peel it off."
"...Si-woo, I can do this myself."
"I want to."
"Ah...!"
-Schlick
The sticker peeled off effortlessly, just as it looked.
Beneath, her tightly sealed slit puffed up expectantly for what was to come.
A mystical feminine mechanism, narrowing the vaginal entrance to trap cum inside.
A light spread of those plump lips, and trapped nectar gushed out, soaking the sheets.
Tempting enough to bury his nose and slurp away nonstop.
"...Hah... hah..."
There was Master, face hidden, breathing ragged.
Even the lightest touch made her rosy mucosa twitch open and shut, begging like a bitch in heat.
"Now, Lady Rinne."
Next unwrapping: Rinne.
Her white stockings, soaked like she'd wet herself, had her unusually subdued in embarrassment.
"......"
Burning with rivalry now, charging ahead without hesitation—but Rinne was more bashful than her image suggested.
She might be pushing herself hard even now.
"Too much of a shame to strip them fully, so I'll just cut the crotch."
Using shadows to form a blade, he carefully snipped without shredding the tights entirely.
Revealed: lower lips just as swollen as Master's, plus Rinne's signature puffy clit, bare and brazen.
Si-woo tamped down the urge to alternate thrusting in, reclaiming his cool.
Stay calm.
The best feasts demanded patience, after all.
2.
"Shall we start?"
The two masters rose unsteadily from the bed and assumed the position Si-woo had described.
Legs spread, hips tilted and crossed at angles.
Pussies and clits grinding directly.
The iconic scissoring pose, staple of lesbian media.
Two masters who loathed each other, poised for an intense pussy kiss.
Setting aside their hatred for this sticky interlude.
Did East German citizens feel this thrill when the Berlin Wall fell?
Si-woo's chest swelled grandly.
"...Ahem."
"......"
Meanwhile, Rinne and Eloa struggled to match Si-woo's peak arousal.
Both burned to win.
And if it pleased Si-woo, they'd show even what they didn't fancy.
Women had less aversion to same-sex acts than men, to begin with.
Especially against a beautiful witch—that reluctance diluted fast.
If Si-woo had only asked for fingering each other, they wouldn't feel this shy.
But this scissoring prep was mortifying beyond imagination.
Legs wide open exposed every secret crease to the rival.
The realization hit hard that their own dripping folds were on full display too.
Not bare skin in neutral state, but glistening from prior teasing—that amped the shame.
From old grudges to full sworn foes after love's declaration.
This sudden nude diplomacy—or pussy diplomacy—wove an awkward vibe where eyes barely met.
"...I'll end this quick."
"...This is mortifying..."
But deadlock forever wouldn't do.
Eloa and Rinne exchanged glances, then pressed their lower halves tight.
-Smooch
"Ah..."
"Oo..."
A light lip-lock, and both let slip sighs akin to moans.
No anticipation, just thick psychological revulsion.
Only rivalry drove them, so they'd braced for a grim endurance test.
Yet even an unwelcome foe's labia—one of woman's softest parts—surpassed all expectations.
Marshmallow-soft. Silky. Slick. Chewy. Juicy. Hot. Plump. Cushy.
Far richer stimulation than Si-woo's or her lord's mouth, wrapping sensitive spots tenderly.
"......"
"......"
Truth be told, it felt way better than expected.
The awkward farce had nearly smothered their lust, but now it flared like bellows on embers.
-Squish! Squish!
"Ahh...!"
Catching Eloa frozen in shocked pleasure, Rinne struck first.
Her waist undulated in gentle waves.
Matching rhythm, her soaked plump pussy-flesh entwined lewdly like a kiss.
Lower lips suckling upper, then upper claiming lower—pure French kiss vibes.
-Schlurp! Schlurp!
"Ah... ha...!"
Her sharpened clit grazed teasingly, sparking jolts.
Pussy kisses swapped nectar for saliva, growing stickier, noisier.
Only then did Eloa's mind register the surreal scene.
She was naked, grinding outer labia nonstop with Rinne.
Doing the exact filthy thing witches reveled in.
Right in front of her beloved disciple and lover, Si-woo...!
How could it be this immoral?
She had to bail now, guide Si-woo right.
The thought flickered, but as Dorothy said, Eloa's body brimmed at desire's limit.
Like a snowball tumbling downhill, no stopping the lust avalanche now.
"Ha-ut...! Aa... ha-ut...!"
Sheets clutched tight, Eloa helplessly lost initiative to Rinne.
Rinne seized it ruthlessly.
-Schlup! Schlup! Sluuuurp!
"Hyaaang...! Hng...!"
Sleek legs snaked tight; Rinne yanked one knee, ramping pressure fierce.
Eloa's hips went slack; no chance to counter amid the soft barrage tormenting her clit.
"Huuut...! Eut!"
Head spinning.
A brand-new stimulation type.
Eloa at estrus max transmuted defeat to a rival, even Si-woo witnessing her shame, straight to ecstasy.
-Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"Hic! Hi-git! Hiik!"
Her quivering waist bowed like a drawn bow.
Toes clenched like talons on prey.
That instant, foggy lightning pierced her temples.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Hiyaaaang!"
Time from first pussy sex to Eloa's squirting orgasm:
Just 1 minute and 56 seconds sufficed.
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