Chapter 793
Chapter 793
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 793
Chapter Title: Teacher Donburi (3)
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1.
This was an incredibly dangerous act.
-Splash! Splash!
-Schlop! Schlop!
Eloa was already struggling to endure the overwhelming pleasure. And now Linne's mechanical fingers were assaulting her from behind as well.
"Huuuhng, haang, huuuuh...
" Eloa could no longer even tell what sounds she was making. They were closer to wails than moans. Closer to sobs than cries of ecstasy born from pleasure. At first, her sharp edges—like shattered sugar sculptures—had melted under the scorching heat into a thick, dripping liquid form. Now, utterly exhausted, her writhing had slowed to mere quivering.
"Haang... Haaang..."
And that made sense. Both holes were being attacked at once. Linne's assault might have been feeble compared to Si-woo's cock, but the synergistic pleasure from front and back plunged Eloa even deeper into an inescapable mire of rapture.
"Ugh!"
And this pleasure wasn't directed solely at Eloa. Si-woo was receiving an unexpected windfall he hadn't anticipated at all. As mentioned earlier, the front and back walls in a woman are thin. If something the thickness of a finger is inserted, you can feel its shape and movement from the opposite side, no matter which way. In other words, in those hardcore AV scenes with double penetration, the male actors could claim they feel each other's cocks during sex. -Squelch! Squelch! For the same reason, every time Linne's fingers slowly scraped along Eloa's already loosened rear—relaxed enough for immediate insertion—Si-woo felt intense stimulation along the underside of his cock. Master's orgasmic pussy was already relentlessly milking him, making it hard enough to hold back ejaculation. But Linne's indirect handjob gliding along the underside sent chills up his spine with its exquisite pleasure.
"My lord, does it feel good?"
Linne, diligently working her hands, spoke up. From this, Si-woo realized her movements weren't just to torment his master.
"Hurry and finish inside her, then embrace me with your love. I can make you feel even better than Tiferet."
Linne spoke softly, shyly enough that only Si-woo could hear. She knew from the sensations at her fingertips that Si-woo was enjoying it.
"Any more... and I won't be able to hold back..."
As she said this, Linne rubbed her thighs together. It was only natural. Linne was gradually becoming immersed in this deviant act. At first, it had been driven by jealousy toward Eloa monopolizing her lord's love. She'd planned to target Tiferet's 'rear' to stimulate the 'front' and force her to retire quickly. But once immersed, the intense, sticky grip clenching her fingers took hold. She could vividly feel his sturdy member from her fingertips. Above all, Tiferet's expression, drowned in endless pleasure, was more than enough for Linne to project herself onto. For Linne, whose resistance to pleasure was remarkably low, the current situation was no different from her first 4D porn—accelerating her arousal.
"Huaaang..."
Master's body, teetering between semi-orgasm and semi-unconsciousness moments ago, began to shudder violently. At the same time, Linne's fingers moved even more lewdly. Having pushed in her ring finger alongside her middle one, her homemade dildo reached the root, stimulating Eloa while steadily coaxing Si-woo's ejaculation.
"Huaaaaaang!"
Eloa's ass, gripped tightly by Si-woo, quivered with a thud. Overwhelmed by climax after climax, her sweat-soaked, limp body scattered droplets wildly as her primal instincts kicked in—her pussy clenching to receive seed.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Hiiiuuuu..."
With the final climax came hot breath tickling his ear like a deflating wind. Whether due to the illicit, lascivious relations or simply being covered in both their scents, even this second ejaculation was more voluminous and thick than ever. Despite thrusting right up to her cervix to overcome the tightening vaginal walls, he could feel creamy semen leaking from the seam the moment he came. 2. After ejaculation, during the mana replication process, Eloa took a decisive blow and fell into a daze. Si-woo approached Linne, giving his master a moment to rest. Once Eloa lost consciousness, Linne's demeanor shifted noticeably.
"My lord."
The faint sadism from moments ago vanished, along with her curt tone. Now laced with slightly clumsy coquettishness. Linne, hiding none of her longing for love or desire for intercourse, eagerly buried her face between the legs of Si-woo, who sat on the bed's edge.
"Stay still. I'll clean you up."
Si-woo's member, after thoroughly ravaging his master, was a total mess—to put it mildly. Covered in sticky love juices and sweat down to the base of his balls, the shaft near the tip—close to the ejaculation point—was truly a sight of devastation. Freshly withdrawn, frothy semen and juices oozed stickily. Yet Linne didn't hesitate for a second, announcing the start of her cleanup blowjob with a kiss to the glans. Her black eyes flicked toward the sprawled Eloa, panting heavily, gleaming with competitive triumph—as if to say, 'Can you do this?' "Hahp, slurp... Chup..."
A maid outfit made the cleanup fellatio all the more special. Especially with Linne's unique devotion and obedience infused into it. Not a drop of filth left behind, she licked every inch of the shaft clean before taking it into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. Such thoroughness made the recipient feel guilty.
"Oop... Ahh..."
After the devoted cleaning. Linne looked up from her kneeling position, seeking praise as she opened her mouth to show him.
"Ah... You did a good job..."
Was her mouth small because her head was petite? Or was Si-woo's cock simply that filthy? The amount of fluids coating her tongue unrealistically was staggering. The guilt of accepting the cleaning mixed with the arousal from her dutiful completion—separate bills to pay. On the flip side, her obedient attitude was arousing, yet it pricked his conscience for leading her into this.
"Spit it out here."
Si-woo offered a towel, urging her to spit it out. But Linne shook her head and clamped her mouth shut. -Gulp. Gulp. Her throat bobbed twice, cheeks hollowing.
"Ah..."
Then, like a baby bird begging for food, she opened wide to prove she'd swallowed it all properly.
"No need to treat me gently."
"Pardon?"
"I know your tastes, my lord. Unnecessary consideration is pointless."
"......"
"If it pleases you, I can perform any vulgar act. Even if you command me to wander the streets naked, I will obey faithfully."
Linne laid it out plainly. Her words dripped with sincere devotion, all for Si-woo's sake.
"And..."
Despite her resolute speech, she fidgeted shyly before continuing.
"I don't dislike your sexual preferences either. I dressed up today to serve you, so torment me as you please."
Constantly testing her disciple's lust like this was problematic. His cock, which showed no signs of calming, twitched back to life.
"Shall I stand?"
"......"
Linne rose gracefully. Unlike Eloa, who was half-naked, Linne's white tights were only slightly torn; above the skirt, she was fully maid-attired. For competing in love with Eloa and Si-woo, it was remarkably modest exposure.
"Why haven't you taken it off yet?"
She knew, yet asked anyway. With his instincts awakened, Si-woo easily read her intentions hidden deep within.
"That's..."
Linne's hesitant gaze fell on Eloa—or more precisely, her breasts. Linne still remembered what Si-woo had said while teasing her. And his obsessive fixation on Dorothy's voluptuous breasts during their encounters. Eloa's weren't quite that massive, but compared to Linne's, they jiggled far more. Linne had long abandoned hope that her own 'breasts' would be a selling point. Instead, she'd chosen to package herself like a doll in this pretty outfit.
"I thought covering them like this was better than disappointing you with my meager chest."
But hiding such sensitive, tightening-switch breasts that clenched tighter with every touch just because they were small was absurd. Without hesitation, Si-woo grabbed Linne's blouse. -Rip! Buttons flew as her grip tore it open left and right, exposing her front completely. No bra, so Linne looked down at her suddenly bared chest with slight surprise. Si-woo spoke with a solemn expression.
"I like breasts."
"......"
Linne's eyes widened round. Si-woo continued even more solemnly.
"Small... breasts... I like them."
In a nation wasting administrative power granting human rights to 2D or text characters, such words could get you dragged to the square and stoned just for uttering them. Yet Si-woo bore the pedo stigma if needed to heal the wound in Linne's heart.
"Lady Linne's breasts may be small, but they're beautiful. I like small breasts. Calling them meager was all bluff."
"...Don't lie."
He pulled her trembling waist into an embrace—rare for her to waver. He buried his face between the splayed blouse, like a bouquet of flowers. Truth be told, Linne's breasts weren't ridiculously small. Just firm A-cups, like twins. Perfectly shaped to suit her ethereal body, who could mock such beauty for being modest?
"I'll prove how much I like them right now."
Si-woo voraciously latched onto Linne's nipple with his mouth.