Chapter 795
Chapter 795
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 795
Chapter Title: Teacher Donburi (5)
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1.
Deep in the mountains, at the Ongdal spring—who comes to eat?
The rabbit wakes at dawn, rubbing its sleepy eyes.
Comes to wash its face, but only munches on the wild strawberries before leaving.
"Hwaaaang! Graaaanny!!!"
Eloa and Si-woo's combo move—their ultimate technique—finally made Rinne burst into tears.
Of course, not tears of pain, but the tears of a female... tears of joyous ecstasy soaked in pleasure.
-Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
"Sluuuurp.... Sluuuuurp...."
"Hng! Uwaaaang...!"
The reason Eloa chose cunnilingus—a somewhat off-putting form of assault—was simple.
From her own experience, she knew exactly what kind of attack was the hardest to endure.
One must return as good as one gets, right?
First, she lightly nibbled on the plump little berry protruding from her lips.
Starting with soft sucking motions from her mouth, now she showered it with gentle kisses.
The key here was creating a vacuum in her mouth and gently sucking it inward.
With her legs spread wide in mating press and her wrists pinned, Rinne couldn't move a muscle—she had to surrender her body to the dual assault.
"Heek! Heek.... Hh... Hhuk.... Hng.. Ng! Ng! Ng!"
Just clit flicking alone left Rinne utterly defenseless.
Continuously mating pressed while taking the advanced technique of clit sucking—what could possibly happen?
"Graaaanny...! Graaaanny...! Hik! Hik!"
The blade-sharp Rinne activated her bed-exclusive self-charm magic: 'Whining and Begging Pathetically'.
"D-Darling... Please.... S-Stop, make it stop.... My head.... My head feels weird.... My head's going all fluffy...."
After successive climaxes and a brief respite.
Rinne caught her breath and pleaded with Si-woo.
No point asking Eloa—she'd never listen—so she instinctively begged her disciple for mediation.
"Nah, no can do. It's punishment—gotta be fair."
Si-woo shot her down without mercy.
No way he could stop such a delightful act midway.
Plus, he knew if he ignored her whining just a bit longer, she'd end up loving it immensely—and on top of that, he was feeling amazing.
If it made Rinne feel good and Si-woo feel good too...
Then who the hell was this mediation even for?
"Make her reflect even more thoroughly."
"Ah.... No... Really.... Really nooooo! Ng! Aang! Aaaang!"
Eloa, diligently eating Rinne out while twitching her rabbit ears, seized the moment.
"Rinne, admit you were wrong and acknowledge your defeat right now... and I'll stop."
Uncharacteristic for Eloa, but she'd just been on the receiving end.
If the enemy schemed cunningly, she'd counter with the same tactic.
"Hng... Hmmp...! Mmmph...!"
Rinne's eyes, clouded with pleasure, sharpened for a moment amid Eloa's jealousy and possessiveness—something she'd never expected to see in her lifetime.
Even her uncontrollable moans were stifled.
"Say it: that I, the Witch of the Sword, am just a concubine."
"......"
Rinne stopped breathing entirely, eyes wide open, resisting the pleasure.
A stubborn will gleamed through, vowing never to utter those words.
Eloa let out a short sigh and raised her fingers, mimicking Rinne—middle and ring finger together.
"Then endure this too."
No way.... No way....
Rinne's pupils dilated.
Anything more in this state, and she really couldn't hold out.
"Smack."
Lips pressing to Rinne's strawberry while slender fingers delved into her sopping wet folds.
The hooked fingertips scraped upward, pressing one of a woman's three great weak spots.
The swollen G-spot on the upper vaginal wall.
"Uh... Haa...."
Rinne deflated like a punctured balloon, letting out a weak moan as her body suddenly went limp.
The tension holding Si-woo's cock drained from her hips, shifting her weight backward—the cock plunged even deeper, pressing hard against the back of her womb.
-Squish! Squish!
"Sluuuurp.... Slurp...."
Eloa's fingers and lips played a vengeful caress.
"Ah.... Ah.... Aaaah.... Aaaaaah...."
Power began seeping back into Rinne's twitching, unresponsive body.
Like winding a fresh spring into a doll.
-Grip!
Si-woo panicked at the sudden vise-like clamp from her rear hole, biting down like a guillotine.
No joke—it made him wonder if his dick was still intact.
Anal, clit, and G-spot.
All weak points assaulted simultaneously—Rinne's power shut down, only to reboot with the biggest orgasm she'd ever felt.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Rinne's fountain erupted like a geyser at Eloa's command.
Her pussy clenched like a cigar cutter around Si-woo's cock.
"Ah.... Aaaah!!!"
Rinne's moans grew louder.
Si-woo thrust past the tightness, shaking his hips—Eloa matched their rhythm perfectly, urging an even greater climax.
"Hwaaaang...! I-I lost...! I looost.... So please, pleeease Graaaanny...!"
Finally, Rinne's floodgates broke.
"I-I'm sowwy...! Wrong...! Hik!"
Climaxing wildly, directionless.
Feeling the meta-orgasm Eloa had endured, Rinne shuddered violently—surrendering not a white flag, but thick white semen backward.
2.
The competition was over.
Si-woo now had unlimited time for a luxurious comparative tasting.
"Hoo.... Hoo.... I'll gratefully partake."
Si-woo wiped his sweat, staring mesmerized at his masters' omakase.
Eloa overlaid atop Rinne, who lay spread-legged.
On a beautiful black-and-white table of black leggings and white stockings,
holes lined up neatly vertical, ready for Si-woo alone—poke whichever he pleased.
Si-woo's killer move 'Alternating Front and Back Assault' was half self-indulgence.
The tight stimulation and intense pressure tired his cock up front; when the sticky hot walls dulled, he could switch to sacred tightness again.
So this setup? Alternately sampling both masters' holes—a depraved, transcendent course meal guaranteed ecstasy.
First pick: rabbit rear hole.
-Plunge!
"Hng...! Haat...!"
Master's rear hole standout: equal power pushing out and sucking in.
Sucking like vacuum fellatio on entry, expelling fiercely on withdrawal—this auto-onahole mechanism was the highlight.
Next, instantly to Rinne's rear.
-Slurp!
"Hmng...!"
Rinne too owned an extraordinary anal.
Unlike her prim conservative looks, a truly obedient devoted-wife hole.
Swallows eagerly on push, clings devotedly on pull—its defining trait.
Then back to master's pussy.
-Squelch!
"Hyang!"
Master's merits: winding curves and bouncy texture.
No special training needed—fruity cocktail-like firmness and springiness, plus up-down stimulation navigating the bends.
Last: Rinne's pussy.
-Squish!
"Haup...!"
A scratchy rasp that soothingly scratches the glans' itch.
Refreshing like strolling a bamboo grove in midsummer heat—irresistibly cool.
Si-woo savored all four holes, body trembling.
Transparent tears streamed down.
Now he could die happy.
Even if a ninja burst in and slit his throat, he'd laugh heartily and go.
A life without regrets.
"I'll take over the service from here."
He grabbed Eloa's waist atop.
A quick taste had calibrated his palate.
Rinne and Eloa had bestowed immeasurable grace on Si-woo.
Disciple's duty: repay this grace in full.
From dawn breaking, through lunch and dinner, into deep night.
Si-woo's heartfelt grace-repaying sex continued unabated.
3.
Rinne and Eloa, exhausted from receiving their vigorous disciple's love full-body.
Si-woo was one, they two—but even combined, they barely withstood his desires.
The room filled with lewd, hot air thick with mingled fluids; their bodies brimmed front and back with sticky semen.
-Squish! Squelch!
"Chuuup, churrrslurp...."
Yet amid it, Si-woo pinned Rinne's legs in missionary, thrusting while deep-kissing Eloa.
Rinne's slender belly bulged thickly accommodating the massive rod.
Eloa, half-lidded in trance, kissed and received kisses simultaneously.
"Churrslurp! Sluuurp.... Gulp...."
Rinne's lips met Eloa's lower mouth, lapping up the thick, syrupy white semen dripping down.
In this all-night passionate threesome, not just Si-woo overheated.
Discarding pride, they switched—Eloa bottom, Rinne top—maximizing collective bliss in utilitarian sex.
All three had long forgotten their original goal.
Isn't this the harmony of the bedsheets?
"Ugh...!"
Lost in dizzying euphoria like lethal-drug overdose.
The moment Si-woo's release loomed, Rinne and Eloa switched to polite mode, competing as seed receptacles.
"Darling.... Cum inside Rinne like this, just like this.... Rinne will hug you tight from below and above.... Haaaang...."
Rinne appealed, arms spread in her impaled pose.
"No, cum in Eloa, this time in Eloa.... Si-woo, prefer front pussy or back hole more?"
Eloa switched positions, spreading her sticky holes wide coquettishly.
Each had taken five loads already, yet here they refused to cooperate.
After deliberation, Si-woo's choice...
"Master, present your ass."
"Y-Yes.... Kyaa...!"
Master's rear hole.
Si-woo embraced Eloa's waist, spread her pretty petals, and unleashed the now-thinner semen fully.
-Splurt! Splurt!
"Haaaah.... Si-woo baby.... So hoooot...."
Eloa moaned in awe, receiving her 11th creampie since starting.
"Hahk.... Hahk...."
Getting tough now.
Time for a break.
Si-woo caught his breath, wiped sweat... but couldn't stop, same as always.
Thanks to his masters immediately competing over who got the next load.
Sulky Rinne fluidly raised her ass cat-like; Eloa pressed hers beside, mirroring the pose.
"This time Rinne...."
"This time Eloa...."
Masters hip-bumping rivals subtly, eye-fighting while appealing.
"“You'll use me first, right?”"
"......"
Repaying this disciple's grace would take a bit longer.