Chapter 792
Chapter 792
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 792
Chapter Title: Chapter 792 - #166_스승덮밥(2)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 792
Chapter Title: Teacher Donburi (2)
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This woman.
She's really getting on my nerves.
"Huaaang! Huaaang...!!!"
Rinne's eyebrow twitched as she watched Eloa wailing like a spoiled child, having cast aside even the bare minimum of dignity she ought to show in front of a rival.
Rinne herself had been lost in a haze of madness just moments ago, sharing a kiss with Eloa and reveling in the ecstasy together.
Of course, the kiss still sent lewd tingles through her, but right now, only Eloa was the one getting penetrated.
In other words, Eloa was the one monopolizing all the pleasure.
In this situation where she felt strangely detached and jealousy began to creep in, it was impossible not to feel annoyed watching Eloa enjoy herself to the fullest while begging for more kisses.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
"I love you... I love you... Si-woo... I love you... Hwaang! Hwaang! Hwaaaang! More, more...!"
But if asked whether she saw this experience purely as something negative?
Not at all.
Not to Eloa's extent, perhaps, but Rinne was still very much aroused.
To Rinne, straddling atop her, Tiferet's current state was that of a utter loser.
She had no intention of criticizing her for it.
Rinne knew full well that she'd put on a display just as shameful.
Yet looking down at her like this, pinning her flat beneath her weight while listening to her formal address—it stirred a peculiar sense of conquest.
Back when she'd viewed Tiferet as her lifelong rival, she could never have imagined her like this.
Even though she'd lost both the first and second rounds, if they looked purely at the outcome?
Who was the true victor in this battle?
The relatively composed Rinne?
Or Eloa, slurring her words, unable to control her own body as she begged desperately for kisses?
Her first victory over Tiferet.
Rinne felt an inexplicable elation mingling with her excitement, soaking her chest.
Perhaps this moment, where she could thoroughly humiliate Tiferet, was her chance at a loser's comeback—a way to snatch victory in their concubine rivalry?
Having lived a life steeped in public duty, Rinne's opportunistic instincts ran bone-deep.
And that scheming nature shone through just as brilliantly in the bedroom.
"It's good...! Hwaang! Hn! Mmmph...!"
...Though more than half of it stemmed from jealousy-fueled spite.
Rinne leaned forward.
Pretending to suck on her ear, she nipped at the lobe and whispered.
"Jooohaang...! Too, too... Higuuuuk!!!"
"Pathetic bitch."
"...Hik! Hic...!?"
Eloa's eyes went wide at Rinne's sudden barb.
"You doted on your disciple so much. Looking at you now, I see why."
"What... do you...! Haeng! Haaaang...!"
"Look at yourself right now. Not a woman—a mere bitch in heat, desperate to be a cum receptacle, yet daring to call yourself a master. Laughable."
Rinne's surprisingly sharp verbal lashing.
It was a lesson straight from Si-woo.
When he'd resolved to conceal the mana copy's true nature, he'd unleashed a barrage of crude taunts on her.
"Right now... Haaang...! What... nonsense... Kyahung...!"
Eloa, half out of her mind, tried to muster some anger, but cruelly, the cock kept pistoning relentlessly.
With her pussy and ass stuffed full, she had no room for a proper rebuttal.
"Do you know? I serve my husband far more elegantly than this. A proper woman never forgets her grace, even in bed."
"Huaa... Shut... your... mouth... Kyahaaang!"
Rinne's own breath grew just a touch ragged as she spoke.
She was a little surprised.
Every time she degraded Eloa, a scorching heat flared in her chest.
Was this what conquest felt like?
She finally understood why Si-woo tormented her so mercilessly in bed.
Human sexuality was two sides of the same coin—everyone carried both sadistic and masochistic tendencies.
On the flip side, Eloa was stunned too.
The dirty talk she'd only ever permitted from Si-woo was now pouring from Rinne's lips, yet her arousal only intensified in this bizarre twist.
Her brain must have short-circuited from the overwhelming pleasure.
That's when Rinne's nails peeled away Eloa's nipple sticker.
Arching her back and pulling away, Rinne extended her tongue to lap at Eloa's nipple.
She couldn't explain why, but lately, every glance at Eloa's breasts ignited that urge.
"Hiyaaaang! Cumming...! Eloa's cumming again...!!!!"
Unable to stop her properly.
Eloa trembled under the trinity of pleasure assaulting her ass, pussy, and nipples.
Her waist bucked wildly, as if electrocuted, but Rinne pinned her to the bed with mana-enhanced strength, slurping greedily at the nipples.
-Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Don't do thaaat...! Hwaang, hwaang! Hwaang!"
Each time Rinne's lips stretched the nipple to its limit before releasing with a pop, Eloa cried out in rhythmic moans.
"Look at you. Cumming while your rival sucks on your tits."
"Huguk! Hgruk...! Stop...! Kyaaaak!"
This time, Rinne's hand slipped slyly beneath her thighs, pinching the sensitive bud sparking jolts of pleasure.
Clitoral stimulation layered atop the trinity sent Eloa into near-suffocating gasps.
"How does it feel, getting fingered like this? Sluuurp... Herup... "
"Higuk... Grgrgr... Stop... Stop... "
"Then say it. 'Eloa Tiferet is the concubine room.' 'I admit my defeat.'"
Rinne knew all too well how dangerous the pleasure Si-woo inflicted could be.
It ripped reason out by the roots, filling the void with thick nectar of ecstasy.
The current Tiferet might even utter a full surrender.
"Oho."
Meanwhile, Si-woo watched Rinne torment his master and discovered an unexpected side to her.
Rinne was now arched in a sleek curve from her waist, ass raised high as she pleasured Eloa.
Her obscenely exposed petals, bathed in moonlight, dripped fresh nectar drop by drop.
She'd always shown only submission in bed, yet here she was, tormenting his master with real talent—no need for Si-woo to intervene.
Without any prompting, getting soaked herself while abusing Eloa—that sight made his already throbbing, pressure-bound cock even stiffer.
Of course, he'd make her atone for this karma later, but for now, his master's helpless flailing was far more enticing.
"Still holding out?"
"...I'll never... give up...!"
Yet Eloa steadfastly clung to her resolve amid Rinne's brutal pleasure torture.
Admit defeat? Become Rinne's inferior?
Anyone but Rinne—she refused to lose to her.
"I'll adjust our position a little."
At that moment, Si-woo sought Rinne's permission before pulling his master into an embrace.
The shift was instantaneous: woman on top.
Eloa no longer had the strength to sit upright like a rider, so she naturally collapsed onto Si-woo's broad chest.
"Si-woo... Si-woo... Smooch... Chuuuup...!"
"You wanted kisses?"
"Yesss... Yesss... Keep kissing Eloa... "
Clinging to Si-woo immediately as if aggrieved by Rinne's torment, his master peppered him with kisses.
Si-woo stroked her small, sweat-heated nape while gripping her slick, sweaty ass firmly.
"Hwup... Chwip... Hfuuu... "
But hidden within was Si-woo's wicked scheme.
This position let her shield her clit and breasts with kisses—but it inevitably exposed her vulnerability.
"......"
Rinne, slightly peeved at losing her chance to torment freely, instantly spotted the weakness and grasped Si-woo's intent.
She knew her husband's depraved tastes all too well.
She could predict exactly what this silent plea for teamwork entailed.
Every time Si-woo thrust upward from below.
That thick shaft churning her soaked depths, making her twitch—and there was that rabbit tail quivering in plain view.
"...I see."
Anyone could tell: it was begging to torment the ass.
This wasn't just pandering to her husband's tastes or a chance to punish the insolent Tiferet.
If Tiferet passed out from repeated climaxes, the turn would naturally shift to Rinne.
Even otherwise, that vice-like squeeze would soon milk her husband's seed.
Rinne seized the tail of Eloa, who had forgotten her rival entirely in her happy time with Si-woo.
"Higuk...!"
Amid her mental fog, the sudden rear stimulation made Eloa panic and glance back at Rinne.
"It's fine, Master. We developed this together before, remember?"
"No... don't...! Haaaang...!"
But with Si-woo now wrapping Eloa's body firmly and prying her cheeks apart, she couldn't budge an inch.
The Eloa of this moment was no war god, no supreme witch in duels—just a girl melted boneless by love.
Gripping the tail, Rinne slowly tugged the plug free.
However.
-Twitch!
"Hang...!"
Eloa's ass quivered and clenched, swallowing the base right back like a desperate grip.
It resisted far more fiercely than Rinne expected—like yanking a weed thick with roots.
Even slathered in love gel.
"Hmph."
This time, Rinne clamped down hard and yanked it out.
No matter the squeeze, it couldn't rival raw grip strength.
-Pop!
"Kiyaaaang!!!"
A crisp cork-pop sound as the tail came free.
For a rear hole where extraction pleasure outdid insertion, the dual stimulation triggered a massive orgasm in Eloa.
Gazing at the spasming, contracting-and-relaxing wreck of her rear during climax, Rinne casually tossed the gel-strung tail aside.
Then, without hesitation, plunged her middle finger inside.
-Squiiiish!
"Hiiik...!"
As the finger sank in, Eloa let out not a loud moan but a deflating hiss of air.
Rinne winced at the intense pressure but pushed deeper—one knuckle, two, then the full third.
The overflowing love gel provided more than ample lubrication.
"......"
A little surprised.
She'd shared plenty of rear sessions with her husband.
But this was her first time fingering one herself.
She hadn't realized this filthy hole could writhe so hotly and violently, sucking at her finger like it wanted to devour it—or clench with bone-crushing force.
Thinking back, her husband had often emphasized "tightness."
Was hers like this too?
"Stop... please... If you touch that... I'll really... "
Shaking off a moment's curiosity at Eloa's faint plea, Rinne recalled her goal and continued in a sneer-laden tone.
"If you want to surrender, just say the word anytime."
And with that, she moved her hand mercilessly.
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