Chapter 791
Chapter 791
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 791
Chapter Title: A Sandwich Too Delicious to Taste Just Once
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Adding sausage topping to a mochi peach sandwich brimming with happiness—far too regrettable to savor only once.
Even after release, Si-woo resumed his movements without pause.
Even something as tame as mere grinding without penetration—a pale imitation far short of full-blown sex—became an exquisite feast with his two masters, too tantalizing to set down the spoon after just one bite.
-Squelch! Squelch!
"Haaang… haa… Si-woo…. Si-woo…."
"Aang! Aaang…! My lord…!"
As his movements repeated, Si-woo discovered a surefire way to heighten the pleasure.
Simply pressing firmly on Rinne's plump rear.
-Squeeze!
"Heek!"
Rinne's head snapped back, only to be restrained by Eloa's hands wrapped around her from behind.
Leaning in with his full weight like this naturally narrowed the gap between their pussies.
The stimulation grew thicker, stickier, intensifying the friction they both felt.
He guided them through this pussy-on-pussy climax tour, fine-tuning it for about thirty minutes.
Changes began to stir in Eloa and Rinne as well.
"Haa…. Aa, hng…! Hn…!"
Eloa, first of all, wasn't fond of her own slender, high-pitched voice.
Normally, she spoke in a low, husky tone with her distinctive voicing.
But once her heat switch fully flipped, her true voice emerged—bright, cute, and tangy.
A plaintive tone stripped of all pretense began to leak from her lips.
"Heek…! Si-woo…. Kyaaang…!"
With no need to focus on clit fencing or even move her hips—just lying back comfortably—her pent-up desire ignited faster than ever.
The musky night-flower scent of semen rising from her uncleaned lower belly accelerated her arousal too.
This intense, unique aroma was forever linked to her fondest memories of peak pleasure.
Of course, actual penetration would be ideal, but even this alone was dizzyingly thrilling.
After all, weren't their most intimate parts pressed flush against his?
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Heek! Haaang! Aaang!"
Moreover, this position and pressure felt eerily like missionary with Si-woo.
Her legs spread wide, clinging to his body just like then.
Closing her eyes, she could almost imagine him parting her thighs and thrusting in.
And in this position, she always shared deep kisses with him.
"Haaaang…!"
Her starved body, now showered with pleasure, moved on instinct.
In other words, she pulled Rinne's neck close and parted her moist lips with sweet breath for a kiss.
"Haaang! Aaang...! Mmph...?! Mmmph?!!!"
Rinne, equally tormented by pleasure, panicked at the sudden kiss.
Not content with lower lips brushing—now this?
Was Tiferet truly in her right mind?
If it were everyday Rinne, she'd have glared wide-eyed and bitten her tongue bloody at this uninvited kiss.
"Mmmwah… slurp…!"
But such fierce resistance only arises in a clear-headed state.
Just as Eloa recalled begging for kisses in missionary,
Rinne remembered leaning forward from cowgirl to kiss Si-woo.
The heated atmosphere and peaking excitement dulled aggression, amplifying lewdness.
A body scent like ripe peaches, sweet and alluring.
The moment Eloa's surprisingly softer tongue rolled over hers—far gentler than Si-woo's—Rinne surrendered, lost in the kiss.
"Mmm… haa…!"
Above all, their similar heights meant Eloa's breasts rubbed against Rinne's chest.
These tits were impossibly soft.
What had sparked only rivalry moments ago now filled some aching void in Rinne.
"Slurp…! Mmmwah…."
"Smack, chuuu…."
It started as impulse and chance, but soon Rinne and Eloa were deeply entwining tongues.
No one forced them—yet naturally, they fueled each other's arousal.
A deeper taboo than mere labial grinding.
Glimpsing ahead with half-open eyes revealed a sensually beautiful face.
Unfiltered pleasure from below, shared in tight embrace—a profound solidarity.
And realizing they were doing something so deliciously "wrong" snapped their brakes.
They knew they'd regret it later, yet couldn't stop.
In simple terms, both were riding the mood too hard.
"Uoooooh!!!!"
And for Si-woo, lily-yaoi fanboy extraordinaire, this was premium 3D erotica enough to make his cock explode.
His two masters, setting aside enmity for a beautiful kiss.
Viewed alone, it evoked timeless art more than outright lewdness.
Two tiny heads tilted and overlapped, eyes closed in rapture.
Sucking tongues with wet smacks harmonized with the splashing pussy symphony.
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Hnn…! Hnnng!"
"Humm! Um! Mmph!"
Si-woo's hips sped up.
He wanted to settle the score and thrust already.
These brazen masters needed alternating poundings to set them straight.
Whether imagination or not, the mound clung stickier to his shaft.
Gripping Rinne's ass tight, he pistoned wildly—and this time, it was over.
"Hnnnng! Hnnnng… Kyaaaaaaa!"
Eloa teetered on the brink, barely holding back.
Rinne, meanwhile, abandoned the kiss to scream her climax freely.
In truth, this stemmed more from physical traits than mental fortitude or pussy tightness.
As one might guess from Rinne bawling through her first clit lesson, her bud was superior to Eloa's—thus hypersensitive to external stimulation.
This grinding play targeted clits directly, so she crumbled first.
"Heeuk! Heeuk…!"
Unable to even align properly, Rinne shuddered, thighs quaking as she sprayed syrupy nectar over his cock—signaling defeat.
"Lady Rinne, sorry, just wait a moment. I'll finish up quick."
"Aa…."
Even amid goosebump-shivering orgasm, Rinne let out a faint sigh, aware of her loss.
But a promise was a promise.
Si-woo pulled back, adjusted angle, and plunged his reward cock trophy deep into his master's sopping hole.
"…Heek…!"
"Huh?"
Something felt different from usual.
Her walls seemed narrower than normal?
He soon realized why.
His master still had the rabbit plug in.
The tight space between pussy and anal walls made it feel like an extra stimulation point, squeezing his shaft intensely.
But her reaction remained a mystery.
After such dense foreplay, he'd expected her signature "Si-woo-only three-second squirting climax show" right on entry.
Yet she just gaped, eyes rolled white like shot, mouth agape enough to see her uvula.
"A…?"
But only for a moment.
Hot pussy flesh began writhing, contracting around him.
Both holes, each stuffed separately, spasmed like broken.
"A… A…! Haa…?!"
This was new even for Eloa.
Usually, after long separations from Si-woo, they'd fuck near-ferally at the door.
Foreplay? Minimal.
Strange mood hits, clothes half-off, thrust in, then whisper love-you-love-you in her ear.
But today was different.
This weird addition dragged foreplay out enormously.
Clit stim alone couldn't quench Eloa's innate, vast lust.
In short, for her, clit orgasm was no release—it was rocket fuel.
Her already condensed desire exploded all at once, birthing this chaos.
"Heek! Heek! Hngk…!"
Limbs that moved with perfect 1mm precision now flailed wildly out of control.
Off-key moans like a detuned violin caught in her throat.
Cold sweat drenched then evaporated instantly, chills wracking her as inner heat threatened to incinerate her body.
Pussy meat clenched his cock desperately, begging it to stay.
Each twitch sucked the plug deeper into her ass, birthing dual pleasures.
So tight she briefly thought two cocks invaded her.
"Huaa…. A…."
Truly violent.
Like her womb split in two.
Forcibly awakening her female instincts.
If a demon offered to trade all magic for impregnation potential, she'd nod tearfully yes….
Overwhelming ecstasy.
An ultra-fever orgasm dwarfing all prior peaks.
"Hiyaaaaaaaang!!!!"
Without Si-woo's sound barrier, her tiny mouth would have unleashed a thunderous roar across the vast Gemernai estate.
Tears burst forth.
She didn't know why she cried, but they streamed down her surely ruined eyes.
"Haaaang! Hiyaaaang! Aaaang!!!!"
His cock hadn't even moved, yet her pussy milked every last drop of pleasure autonomously.
As climax pussy gushed fluids and ass bit the plug, primary orgasm peaked—only for secondary to hit before it ended.
Tertiary followed before that subsided.
Thus began the orgasm chain: multi-orgasm.
No—multi understated it. Meta-orgasm fit better.
"Haaaaang! Hwaaaang! Hweeeeeeong!!!!!"
Eloa thrashed, sobbing like a child amid tears.
"Kishu…. Kishuuu… hik… hik…."
"……?"
Eloa gripped Rinne's hand tight, envy edging into fear at this endless female climax refill.
Rinne tilted her head.
Her hiccupping sobs garbled any words.
With a pleasure-melted tongue, Eloa begged.
"Kishu… please do it…. To Eloa… kiss me…."
It was too lascivious, too irresistible—a disgrace from the god-revered Tiferet Duke, whom Rinne envied and awed.