Chapter 794
Chapter 794
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 794
Chapter Title: Teacher's Bowl (4)
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Rinne's blouse hung completely open.
Si-woo sat on the edge of the bed, Rinne standing before him, and he greedily ravished her breasts.
The bed's height and their difference in stature made this deep, lingering caress possible.
Clinging to her like a remora, Si-woo flicked his tongue back and forth over her especially sensitive nipples while slipping a hand under her skirt to knead her firm, teacher-worthy ass to his heart's content.
Rinne cupped a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans.
She looked just like an innocent novice maid being crushed under a noble's power and defiled by a lecherous lord.
"Eugh... Hnngh... Mm...!"
Rinne had received just as much teasing as Eloa.
With her resistance to pleasure hovering near zero, she twitched and jerked at the slightest touch.
Her nipples were soon slick with saliva, gleaming like cherries, standing even stiffer than before.
Every time he gently nipped them, a soft gulp escaped her, music to his ears.
"Ah... So delicious. Your reactions are just exquisite, Lady Rinne."
"Hnngh... Exquisite...?"
"I suppose 'especially sensitive' is more accurate?"
"Is that... so...? Hnngh...!"
But Si-woo wasn't fully satisfied.
Last time, Rinne hadn't been like this.
He wanted to see that adorable side of her.
"You're a bit stiff today, though."
"I have no idea what you mean."
The Rinne who melted into sultry obedience during sex, showing a childish cuteness bordering on regression.
Why was she so rigid today?
"You even used polite speech last time. So cute."
"I don't know... Ah! D-don't bite...!"
"Are you shy around others?"
He asked coyly, but Si-woo knew the reason.
Rinne always charged straight ahead with terrifying directness.
But she was hyper-aware of others' gazes and grew incredibly embarrassed if the mood was set for her.
With her master right beside them, she wouldn't show her honest, cute side.
Of course, breaking through that psychological barrier to draw out her true self was another delightful quest in itself.
"Haa... Haa... Haa...!"
Rinne's breathing grew ragged.
Her grip on Si-woo's shoulders tightened.
Her paused fountain had restarted in earnest; he could feel the sticky fluids trickling down her thighs.
All because Si-woo had tormented only her breasts for over ten minutes, thickly and obsessively.
The only other stimulation was his firm grip on her ass, occasionally spreading her cheeks.
Her body already aflame, yet he only suckled her chest.
Rinne fidgeted restlessly in mounting impatience and called out to him.
"Darling...?"
"Yes?"
"I'll believe you like small breasts too... so now..."
She hesitated to voice it outright—likely because of Tiferet's presence.
But her desperation outweighed it, so she confessed her true feelings.
"I want you inside me too... I can serve you well."
In a Gehenna-style erotic tale, this would be the innocent maid succumbing to the lecherous lord's persistent teasing—the moment of rapture!
Si-woo delivered a perfectly clichéd line.
"Put what where?"
"...In, in my... hole... your thing...!"
"I don't quite understand."
Rinne shot him a pouty glare, as if to say he was being cruel.
But those usually fearsome eyes now belonged to a vulnerable prey.
"In my... pussy... or, my ass... put your... cock in me... please."
Raw, explicit words—a woman could barely utter them, yet they perfectly sated a man's conquest lust.
Only then did Si-woo release her breasts from his mouth.
A strange sigh—relief or regret?—slipped from Rinne's lips.
"How exactly do you plan to serve me?"
"However you desire..."
"So, what exactly will you do?"
The lecherous lord's maid pressure interview time.
To reiterate, despite appearances, Rinne was an extreme shy girl.
"I'll straddle you... and ride you like before."
"And?"
"...I'll take it from behind too."
"And?"
"If you want... I'll rub my clit to make it tighter for you."
"Hmm..."
In truth, these questions were just to savor her flustered cuteness.
How could he not enjoy whatever she offered?
Besides, by the time he'd received her cleaning fellatio, Si-woo had already decided on the play.
"Then let's do this."
"Hm...?"
Rinne didn't understand the instruction but followed anyway.
Standing in place, she held one hand to her ear like a tray stand, balancing a silver tray with glasses and a bottle atop it.
"I'll test if you're qualified to serve as a maid."
In her maid outfit, this play was perfectly suited...
Well, roughly: maid serving sex play.
"Just don't drop the tray or anything on it while I thrust into you."
Having taken the pose as instructed, Rinne wore an expression like she'd seen every freakish thing imaginable.
Translated: the face of someone baffled by an incomprehensible fetish, wondering, 'Is that really enjoyable?'
"Darling, I can't serve freely like that."
Oh, you sweet summer child.
That's the appeal.
"It's fine. Just endure as best you can, Lady Rinne. You're a maid, after all. Dropping it means punishment."
"...What even is the point...?"
Si-woo seized her hips from behind, assuming a familiar position.
They'd done it countless times like this in the tearoom, after all.
-Squish!
"Heep!"
The difference from before? Rinne wasn't numb now; a single pussy insertion drove her to a small orgasm in her hypersensitive state.
-Clink! Clink!
Even so, righting the teetering bottle on the tray was a display of the all-purpose master's reflexes and balance.
"Ooooh..."
Still, witches truly had legendary pussies.
And each one's was uniquely different.
Having just savored her master's plump folds, the contrast hit even harder.
That distinctive rough, cool pleasure.
New stimulation on his pleasure-dulled cock led straight to even greater bliss.
"D-darling... I can't do this. It's impossible."
"Hey now, how dare a mere maid speak out of turn."
Standing on tiptoes, balancing the tray with one hand while enduring penetration—Rinne realized his demand bordered on the impossible.
But this was the Rinne who'd tormented her master.
She couldn't falter here, or it'd look like Si-woo was taking her side.
This was equality on the bed.
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Hng! Hng! Mmph!"
A narrow range meant softer mating sounds.
But Rinne's pleasure wasn't diminished.
On the contrary, Si-woo's massive tool plus his weight drove deep kisses into her baby-soft entrance.
Even tiny movements sent flashes of ecstasy blinding her.
-Clang! Clink! Rattle!
The objects wobbling like weeble-wobbles on the silver tray by her ear proved it.
When he reached around to fondle her breasts, the shaking intensified.
"Darling...! I can't anymore...! Haaaah!"
After just a few thrusts, Rinne climaxed.
Her pathetic sensitivity rivaled—no, surpassed—her master's.
-Crash!
The tray, glasses, and bottle scattered at her feet.
Even for Rinne, maintaining perfect balance amid this was impossible.
"...Ah..."
Rinne stared blankly at the mess, then shuddered as Si-woo's hands gripped her waist.
"I warned you: dropping it means punishment. Are you prepared?"
"Darling... No one can endure this...!"
"I see. I'll take your excuse with your pussy."
Si-woo untied her apron and unbuckled her skirt's side, nuzzling her nape deeply.
He slipped his hands under her armpits and hoisted her up, skirt pooling like a flower at her feet.
"Hyuu...!"
Her back against his chest, Rinne dangled in midair in full nelson position.
With Si-woo's peak male physique, there was no anxiety from being lifted.
But splaying her legs wide like a baby, fully exposed, stirred a subtle shame.
Especially since Eloa lay on that side.
Yet Rinne was the type to lose herself once the mood hit.
"Haaang... Aaang...! Darling, darling...! Mmmwah...!"
Womb-pounding thrusts heated her body; she eagerly enjoyed the sex, twisting to kiss Si-woo.
So Rinne didn't see it.
Eloa, revived from her orgasmic faint, burning with vengeance.
"There... right there... so good, haaaang...!"
"That good, huh?"
Just minutes ago.
Eloa had endured all sorts of humiliations with Rinne's handjob assist.
Now Rinne dangled vulnerably, vital spots exposed.
"Hik!"
Anyone but a fool could predict what came next.
Rinne frantically called to Si-woo.
"D-darling... put me down. Hurry, hurry...!"
"No can do. Gotta be fair."
"N-no! Stop...! That's insubordi—!"
Si-woo, anticipating this, reacted swiftly.
He pulled his drenched, glistening cock from her pussy and aimed the tip at her rear entrance.
Initiating the combo that would blank her mind: pussy-to-anal switch, first gear.
Rinne thrashed desperately to resist insertion.
But her ass, accustomed to Si-woo's cock nearly daily, wasn't as developed as Eloa's.
Once aroused, resistance plummeted.
-Schlurp!
"N-nooooo...!"
No position or development level could stop this slide-in.
Rinne's body slowly impaled itself on his shaft.
Eloa wore a fuming scowl.
The face she made when scolding Si-woo.
She stepped before the coupling pair, her aura so fierce even the rabbit-ear artifact—meant to make the wearer adorably cute—proved useless.
"You need a proper scolding."
Eloa eyed Rinne's pussy, reddened and swollen from the recent pounding.
More precisely, the strawberry decoration nestled between those chewy mochi lips.
Eloa's surefire weak spot that made Rinne writhe.
*Smack...*
"Hiiiiaaaang!"
Eloa's lips engulfed Rinne's strawberry.