Chapter 790
Chapter 790
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 790
Chapter Title: Meow Meow Grand Battle (7)
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The whirlwind torrent of climax subsided like a storm dying down.
"Hic... Hic! Hng...!"
Eloa gasped desperately, like retching sobs, her mind blank from pleasure even as dejection washed over her.
They had started in the same half-reclined position for their clam wrestling match, but Linne had seized the initiative by hugging Eloa's knee, turning it effectively into a side-by-side stance.
Knocked out alone, her hair splayed messily across the bed, Eloa blankly reflected on it all.
She had lost.
Without even properly starting the competition, she'd been unilaterally overwhelmed and miserably defeated.
What in the world was this mess?
It had to be a lack of resolve on her part.
Even if the start felt reluctant, the moment she saw Linne pulling ahead, she should have chased after her...
Instead, she'd indulged in pleasure, forgotten the original goal, and climaxed effortlessly.
The result? Linne had stolen the right to be with Si-woo first.
Dejected, Eloa lifted her head with a heavy heart.
She fully expected to find Linne smug and triumphant, mocking her with something like, "Is that all you've got, Tiferet?"
But...
"Haa... Haa..."
Contrary to her expectations, Linne was panting raggedly, on the verge of collapse.
Her bangs hung low, completely covering her eyes, and her face was just as flushed as Eloa's.
The rough, labored sighs escaping her lips were nearly identical to Eloa's own.
Half-leaning against Eloa's knee, she twitched like a cat prodded in the ribs.
What on earth had happened?
Eloa's confusion was cleared up by Si-woo's verdict.
"I didn't see this coming... It's a draw."
"A draw...?"
Here's what had gone down.
Linne had seized the momentum in one explosive surge, like mounting a tiger's back, and aggressively rocked her hips.
Drawing on past memories of Si-woo thrusting into her slanted position, she ground her lower lips roughly against Eloa's.
That always made Linne wail in ecstasy back then, so she figured dishing out the same treatment would yield identical results on Eloa.
But this was just a hasty generalization born from her limited sexual experience.
A self-inflicted blunder stemming from not fully grasping the sequence of pleasure.
Tribbing isn't structured to deliver one-sided bliss.
The stimulation Linne applied to Eloa rebounded right back onto Linne herself.
When those two lilies oozed sticky nectar and ground together, it wasn't just Eloa left panting in rapture.
Linne had desperately held back her own climax, trying to push Eloa over the edge first. But when Eloa hit orgasm and her hips bucked wildly, the sudden intense friction proved too much.
Linne couldn't endure it either and climaxed right alongside her. A straightforward conclusion.
"One more round should settle it."
Eloa was still dazed.
She'd taken a solid hit and gone down, only to wake up and find her flailing lucky punch had rocked her opponent's jaw too.
She couldn't squander this once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Steeled this time, Eloa locked her hips firmly in a perfectly equal position with Linne.
"...This time will be different."
"...Huu..."
Round two began.
Only now could Eloa properly take stock of Linne's condition.
Linne's stern expression, her razor-sharp aura like a sheathed Japanese blade, and the reality she'd missed because Linne had grabbed control right from the start.
"...Hng! Mmm...!"
As she rocked her hips, Linne bit her lip, straining to suppress her moans.
Her body twitched sporadically.
Each time, sticky nectar seeped from their tightly pressed lower lips, some of it mingling inside Eloa.
Linne wasn't nearly as tough as she looked.
No—originally, Linne wasn't even fit to be Eloa's opponent.
It had only been a few days since she'd escaped centuries of life without a single taste of pleasure.
Still unaccustomed to sensation, her hypersensitive bud freaked out at the slightest touch.
If Eloa hadn't been in heat, she could have subdued her effortlessly.
In other words, this duel was a pathetic contest of who could hold out less—a nail-biting battle of inadequacies.
Eloa rallied her fighting spirit and fixed her gaze on Linne's particularly vulnerable-looking bud.
-Squish!
"Meow!"
As expected, the moment Eloa pressed on the bud, Linne melted sloppily, her mouth gaping to reveal a pale tongue.
Once opened, her lips refused to close, spewing lewd moans nonstop.
The sight was erotically charged beyond imagination.
Linne, whom she'd pegged as intimidating, charmless, blunt, and doll-like without a shred of humanity...
Now stripped of her mask by Eloa's hip thrusts, revealing her raw feminine side.
Instinctively letting out coquettish whimpers, her body quivering with every one of Eloa's movements.
"Hngt! Umph...!"
Now she finally understood why Si-woo loved tormenting her like this.
She must show the exact same face when he has his way with her.
Of course, she didn't have long to savor the sight leisurely.
-Squelch!
Linne, teeth gritted against the pleasure, launched a counterattack with superhuman willpower.
To reiterate, scissoring mirrors pleasure symmetrically.
To stimulate Linne's protrusion, Eloa had no choice but to expose her own weak spot.
-Tschup! Tschup! Tschup!
"Hau...! Keu...! Hic...!"
"Mmm... Hngt...! Kk...!"
In the midst of it, they targeted each other's sweet spots to the max while desperately hiding their own vulnerabilities.
Hip wriggles naturally intensified.
Labia ground even more fiercely.
Sweat flowed in response to the heat, making their touching skin glide smoothly.
It was perhaps an extension of the sword dance they'd performed in the garden.
Clit sword-fighting, grinding those stiff peaks together.
"Auu...!"
"Hngk...!"
Clear sword clashes were replaced by sticky squelches, crisp kiais by hoarse moans.
Two women at the pinnacle of martial prowess, yet their pleasure-drenched duel was pure mudslinging brawl.
As a pair of protrusions ground away, parrying attacks in chaotic frenzy, an accidental motion arose.
Eloa's relatively dainty bud slipped right inside Linne's bud's outer layer.
"Hauuuut...!"
Already overwhelmed by pleasure, Eloa lost it to the warm enveloping sensation around her entire clit...
"Kyaaang...!"
Linne, her bud's ultra-sensitive root targeted, climaxed hard.
Both their hips shot skyward at once.
Another flawless simultaneous orgasm.
2.
"This could go on forever..."
Si-woo muttered in a slightly dazed tone.
Partly because the scene before him was utterly captivating, but mostly because he hadn't anticipated his two masters' duel unfolding in such exquisitely perfect balance.
"Hauuu..."
"Haa... Haa..."
After four rounds of perfectly synced climaxes, the sheets had been a soaked disaster for ages.
Eloa and Linne were limp, barely able to move.
At this point, even Si-woo couldn't hold back from intervening any longer.
Watching his masters' lewd brawl had his cock swollen to the bursting point—one touch and he'd blow.
Any more draws, and it'd explode for real.
So why not enjoy a taste himself?
"Hold that position for a sec?"
He slipped a pillow under his master's waist, then spread her legs.
Hands under Linne's armpits, he hoisted her up and laid her prone atop.
Not sure how, but that sticky play seemed to have bridged their psychological gap a bit.
With hazy eyes, the two masters assumed the pose without much resistance.
A slight adjustment, and it was the perfect "donburi" setup.
Why's it called donburi?
Because something's piled on top.
So stacking master on master? That completes the ultimate master donburi.
"This is insane."
No hands needed—just the sight was a spectacle, a masterpiece vista.
He'd fantasized, but never dreamed he'd witness it: an overwhelming view.
His masters' mounds had always boasted subtle voluptuousness.
The signature angled pussy view, Linne's mochi folds glistening in raw pink invitation.
Plus, prime positioning to ogle Linne's asshole up top.
Especially captivating: the gutter formed by that pair of plump pussies—a cock slide.
Overflowing like a waterslide, slick enough without any lube.
"And now... what?"
"Like this."
Since the prize was first-insertion rights, he had to skip penetration out of fairness, right?
Si-woo nudged Master's waist higher, Linne's lower.
A fiendishly tricky position, but their superhuman flexibility nailed it perfectly in moments.
He wedged his cock into the narrow crevice.
-Swish! Squish!
"Hhit!"
"Hng!"
Soft mounds deformed lewdly as his cock squeezed between.
Surrounded on all sides by plush stimulation, those two slightly parted holes clung slickly up and down... this sensation...
Double master-graced pussy sandwich!
A light hip thrust, and his now-slick cock savored buttery softness.
Softer than paizuri, a heavenly bliss that begged belief it existed.
-Squish! Squish!
Anatomical limits meant deep thrusts weren't ideal, but glans-flicking was plenty.
As Si-woo began pumping his hips...
"Hng!"
"Ung!"
Eloa and Linne, bodies pressed tight while awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze, let out sticky moans.
Eloa even reflexively hugged Linne like a body pillow.
The angle sent his glans gliding over the labia majora, naturally sawing their clits front-to-back.
Both buds were at peak sensitivity from back-to-back climaxes.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Huuuk! Si-Si-woo...!"
"Hiyaang! Husband...!"
Grinding against a cock's unyielding rigidity—far beyond any pussy—had them harmonizing in beautiful moans. No surprise there.
Plus, the stimulation was surprisingly rhythmic.
Linne's ass jiggled above, Master's hips bucked below—pressure shifted dynamically.
A pair of nubs bumping his glans... Si-woo gripped Linne's ass hard, unleashing the baby batter he'd held back forever.
-Byurururuk!
Hot semen gushed between their pressed lower bellies.
"Hang!"
"Kkyang!"
In sync with the throbbing cock, Linne and Eloa cheerfully notched their fifth draw. It was inevitable.