Chapter 852
Chapter 852
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 852
Chapter Title: Amelia's Anal Centennial
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1.
She'd endured plenty.
Tamed her as much as she could take.
Amelia's pristine rear entrance, which had flaunted such an alluring figure just moments ago, had devolved after over sixty squirting climaxes into nothing more than a cock-hungry meat sleeve.
-Squelch! Squelch!
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Hngk! Hek! Heeeek…!"
Amelia's upper body had completely collapsed into a rear-entry position, her hips under total control.
Sweat-slicked flesh collided with vulgar slaps echoing through the room.
Each time he fully withdrew and slammed back in to the hilt, she lolled half her tongue out, exhaling demonic breaths laced with moans.
Siu watched intently as the oil-slicked cock slid in and out like an eel between her pale cheeks.
Then he smacked her ass hard.
-Splurt!
Her rear hole clenched around his shaft with a twitch, her juices pattering onto the sheets below.
"Kkihyang!"
Already half out of her mind from the relentless chain of orgasms, Amelia snapped back to awareness and cried out in a dazed slur.
"Siuuu…. Hiiiuk…! Sto-stop…."
"It's fine. Just one more to go."
Sunlight was already creeping in through the window.
Siu ravished the utterly defenseless Amelia at will, granting her a full ninety-nine climaxes.
Of course, orgasms came in two flavors: the lighter ones and the massive log waves that built up in multi-orgasm chains.
In Amelia's case, the ratio was nine-to-one, so he knew the big one was imminent.
"Hngk, hiiiik…! Hngik…!!!!"
Her limbs, which had seemed utterly spent, began thrashing wildly.
Fingers and toes wriggled out of control before her toes splayed rigid.
Siu mounted her fully from behind, pinning her down with his weight.
"Nooo…. Nooo…. Pleeease…."
Amelia's breath hitched to a stop.
He knew what came next: total relaxation followed by fierce contraction.
Her bed magic—indiscriminate anal clenching—would last a full minute.
"Kkyaaaaang!!!!"
He gripped her tight to prevent escape, grinding his hips until her plump cheeks flattened against him.
Fresh, lewd muscles began serving his cock with even more lascivious fervor—gone was any hint of innocence.
-Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!
Thick semen gushed deep into her core.
This was his sixth load, but the volume and density showed no sign of waning.
Her lower belly was no doubt sloshing with more baby batter than she could imagine.
"Kyuhuu…. Kyuhuu…. Kuhuuu…."
Amelia panted raggedly, her body still quivering in the endless afterglow.
-Juuuup! Pop!
"Hik!"
Siu finally withdrew the cock he'd kept buried inside her for hours on end.
"Oof."
Even for a spirit body, such relentless pounding took its toll.
Viscous semen poured out in thick spurts from Amelia's formerly pristine rear.
Though it quickly regained its pretty flower shape thanks to her exceptional recovery.
"Somehow, this feels a bit lacking…."
It had been ecstatic sex, his head swimming with utter conquest.
Yet the finale felt off, so he grabbed some ink from the nearby table.
While Amelia lay there like a spent pudding on her stomach.
He conjured a brush from shadow and scrawled across her plump, jiggly cheeks.
"Heh, nice calligraphy."
<Congrats on Amelia's 100 Anal Orgasms>
He sealed it with permanent ink to prevent smudging or fading.
Marking it as "10" hid a deliciously depraved secret.
A "1" on her left cheek, a "0" on the right—and if he spread them just so, a hidden "0" in the cleft completed "100."
In other words: "Congrats on Amelia's 1*0 Anal Orgasms." Or, y'know, 100.
Was there a more intuitively filthy message?
It rivaled avant-garde modern art in erotic flair.
Thoroughly satisfied, Siu scooped Amelia into his arms and drifted off to sleep.
2.
After a light cleansing spell, he'd nodded off around noon—now it was evening when he stirred.
"…Slept like a rock."
He felt utterly drained, like his energy had been siphoned away.
His side was empty, and the sound of running water came from the shower—Amelia must have woken first and was cleaning up, leaving him to sleep.
But that didn't last.
"Siu! Siu! Siuuu!!!"
The shower door flew open as Amelia came barreling out in a panic.
A rare flustered outburst from her.
"You woke up early."
"That's not the point!"
The reason was obvious.
She clutched a bathrobe over her front and thrust her ass toward Siu.
"What is this?! Explain!"
"Ah…."
He'd completely forgotten.
Yesterday, in his half-dazed state, he'd doodled that before crashing.
Amelia stomped her feet, glaring at him with wounded eyes that screamed, How could you?!
She was adorable.
Especially after showing such a slutty side last night.
Daytime Amelia and nighttime Amelia really were like different people.
"Just a tribute to Lady Amelia's great achievement."
"I don't need this! I tried washing it off, but it won't budge!"
"Yeah, I used permanent ink."
"Erase it now!"
She still couldn't cast spells, it seemed.
Before, Siu might have apologized and wiped it clean.
But now he felt it—the subtle distance between them had vanished yesterday.
Amelia had prepared so much for him, steeled herself, and never uttered the safeword.
Why had he fretted so much about hurting her?
They shared such solid love and trust now.
Their bond could handle flirty pranks or even rough roleplay.
"Hmm…. Mind waiting a sec?"
He channeled mana to reinforce the ink even further.
"Now it really won't come off. Three days? And no erasing without my say-so, Lady Amelia."
"Siu!"
She puffed out her lips and pounced, tussling playfully.
"This is ridiculous! I asked you to erase it…!"
"Aw, but it's cute."
"What if someone sees…."
Amelia fidgeted, stroking her ass before snapping again.
"Pervert! You're a total pervert!"
"C'mere."
He looped an arm around her waist.
She pretended to squirm for a moment before nestling obediently against his chest.
As she settled onto his lap, she let out a sharp "Eut!" and stiffened.
"You okay?"
"Siu…. Don't tease my ass right now."
"Huh?"
"It's still all tingly. You went way too hard yesterday…."
Quick fact for the test: women's orgasm afterglow lingers long.
Sometimes even into the next morning.
"I hate you. I hate pervert Siu."
And he'd stacked a hundred of them?
Even a light bump to her ass flipped Amelia into full mating mode.
"But you were the bigger pervert yesterday. I was shocked? Turns out you love intense roleplay. A hundred times on night one, even."
"…It was for you. I wouldn't have if I knew you were this perverted."
"But you used the perfume? And no safeword."
"……."
Siu teased a bit before planting a soft kiss on her forehead, conveying his honest gratitude.
"Thanks. It was pure bliss."
"…Really?"
"Yeah. But if it was too much for you, I won't push next time."
"…Saying that after the graffiti…."
"So, how was it for you? Be honest. What felt good, what to tweak."
Aftercare mattered—especially for SM-adjacent intensity.
After much hesitation, Amelia turned away with a pout and mumbled.
"…It was good for me too. A little scary…. But it felt so amazing…. Yeah, incredible."
Good lord.
Who ever called this dutiful Amelia a man-eating deer?
She was prim, proper, and oh-so-tempting.
"You into a bit of torment?"
"Yeah, I think…. I'm a masochist."
"Where'd you pick up that term?"
"Secret."
The air turned thick and intimate, complaints forgotten.
Arms around his neck, she demanded a kiss.
"Mmwah…. Mmwah…."
A lovey-dovey smooch brimming with pure affection.
Siu kneaded her flushed cheeks as he murmured.
"Mind some homework for masochist Lady Amelia?"
"Haa…. Haa…. Like what?"
"No erasing the graffiti for a week. No panties for a bit. I'll pick a short skirt too."
"Th-that…. If someone actually sees… it'll be a disaster…."
"That's the thrill. Feels naughty and good, right?"
A secret prank between them, laced with just a hint of exposure play.
"Keep the promise, and I'll reward you."
"Ah, uh…."
Siu nibbled her ear to nudge her along.
She never knew how to say no when he pressed like this.
Sharing naughty secrets with Siu thrilled her in ways she couldn't deny.
"Promise."
"Here, wear this."
To the shyly nodding Amelia, Siu handed over a skirt.
One so short among her wardrobe that it barely skimmed her thighs.