Chapter 95
Chapter 95
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: Treatment (5)
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“Ack...!”
Yebin realized the moment she slowly lowered her hips that she had thought this far too lightly.
The firm chunk of meat slicing through her tightly closed petals as it entered.
Yebin let out a strangled cry as the glans plunged straight into her textured inner walls.
Her toes curled up on their own.
The mucosal embrace squeezing his cock tight.
Her rigidly tense thighs trembled uncontrollably.
She felt an incredible tightness.
“Ah... it... hurts...”
Yebin hurriedly placed both hands on Siwoo's chest and halted her movements.
The cock had entered her lower mouth, so why was her upper mouth gaping open?
A chill ran through her entire body from the unfamiliar foreign sensation deep inside.
“Ughhhh...”
It was insanely tight.
It wasn't a lack of lube.
Simply put, Yebin's pristine virgin entrance—which hadn't accepted anything until just moments ago—was utterly unprepared for the sudden intrusion.
Of course it was.
Even if the inner walls had softened to a mushy state from melting caresses, a first time was always painful.
You had to use muscles that had never been worked before, scrape against mucosa that had never been touched to draw out pleasure.
A bit of love gel wasn't nearly enough to accommodate Siwoo's massive tool.
“This... this is bad...”
Yebin was in a real bind.
Her walls threatened to spasm.
The awkward half-squatting position was making her legs go numb.
With sweat beading up like it might pour out any second, Yebin had no choice but to lay her upper body down atop Siwoo.
“Huu... huu...”
Compared to a woman's, his subcutaneous fat was drastically less—his skin felt almost hard, packed with solid muscle beneath.
Men's and women's bodies are so different, she realized anew.
“Wait, just... lend me your chest for a sec. Siwoo...”
When it was just cowgirl for insertion, she hadn't thought much of it.
But now, with roughly seventy percent of her body pressed close over a thin layer of fabric, a strange feeling welled up.
Like being held in his arms, perhaps.
“Focus... focus...”
Yebin murmured to herself calmly as she wriggled her hips back.
Her plump pussy mound slowly parted, beginning to swallow his glans.
She couldn't see it with her eyes, but the scene played out vividly in her mind.
Siwoo's cock burrowing inside her carried that much presence.
“Hah...!”
Krrml, krrml—Yebin slowly descended along his body, wriggling bit by bit.
The sensation of a deep place that shouldn't open prying apart, while his cock steadily pushed further in.
“Haa... hau... Siwoo... isn't it a bit too big...?”
She had heard everywhere that a big dick felt amazing.
She had vaguely wished that some future boyfriend might have a big one.
But now, in the position of receiving it, her thoughts shifted a little.
Moderation was best in all things.
“What... nonsense... ngh...”
As Yebin lay prone on Siwoo's chest, writhing, one strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder.
Her full, bountiful breast—too much for one hand to grasp—spilled out from her clothes.
The protruding nipple rubbed against his bare skin, sending a shiver tickling up her spine.
“Ah, seriously...”
No one was watching, but after fixing the strap, Yebin took his cock in as slowly as a snail crawling.
And then...
“Hah...!”
His cock, curved slightly upward, grazed a sensitive nook in her sticky depths.
Her thighs flinched inward at the same time.
Yebin wasn't some clueless virgin; she quickly recognized the sensation.
It was the feeling of her pleasure spot being stimulated.
But it was subtly different from solo play.
“Hnnng...”
Was it because it was her first time?
Yebin recalled her first masturbation scene in her head, comparing the sensations.
After school, in an empty classroom, she had discovered that rubbing her crotch against the desk corner felt good.
She had stayed behind alone, passionately sharing love with that desk.
“Ugh...”
Yebin shook her head vigorously, unintentionally dredging up that dark chapter of her history.
Anyway, it felt similar to exploring unknown sensations.
After that, she grunted and strained for quite a while, moving her body to take him all the way in.
She shook her hips lightly front and back, methodically engulfing the massive thing.
But there was a problem.
“Uh uh... h... eek... ah... really, just a little...!”
“……”
It was this:
To insert, she had to move her body—and each time, his cock scraped her insides, sending lewd tingles spreading through her pelvis.
Until recently, it had just been mildly annoying.
But the pleasure waves amplified terrifyingly with every motion, to a frightening degree.
Yebin bit her lip until it turned white.
She had to get a grip.
“This isn't about feeling good... stay calm, stay calm... focus...”
But would the pleasure just vanish somewhere?
If she kept grinding away like this, the treatment would go to hell.
About half was in now.
The inside should be loosened enough—time to rise up, right?
“Huu...”
Yebin crawled forward, pushing off his chest with both arms. She placed her hands at his sides, over the ends of his ribs and onto his abdomen, and squatted down.
A man's cock was really between her legs—the kind she had only seen in porn.
Even looking at Siwoo lying there before her, Yebin could hardly believe it.
“Uh... cold...”
Now deeper than she could manage prone, she began taking him in further.
Her tightly sealed inner walls, untouched by any prior penetration, parted under the glans.
Though she had only teased with the tip so far, the love juices Yebin had produced added extra lubrication.
“Wow... insane... it's really in there...”
Squatting like she was peeing in a toilet stall, Yebin blankly pressed down on her belly with a stunned expression.
Each press, instead of soft flesh, she felt something hard and shaft-like.
No need to say it—it was Siwoo's cock, the one she had struggled so hard to push inside.
Yebin swallowed hard.
This squat was ergonomically the limit for depth.
To take the rest all the way, she would have to plop right down.
It didn't hurt much anymore, so it should be fine, she thought.
She realized that judgment was arrogant immediately.
“Eek...!”
Yebin's eyes rolled back white, her mouth gaping open.
The glans speared through her virgin depths, slamming hard against her cervix.
A flash like lightning burst before her eyes, and her entire body began to shudder violently.
“Ah... ah... fuck, it hurts so bad...”
It was a pain she had never even imagined.
Good thing she had disabled her autonomous defenses for this; otherwise, she might have lashed out instinctively.
Yebin scrunched her eyes shut tight, feeling his cock pressing firmly against her cervix.
It hurt too much to even stand.
“J-just... stay like this for a bit...”
Anyway, to maximize Self-Generating Magic's efficiency, she needed Siwoo's pleasure—and deep penetration.
Yebin took deep breaths to manage the pain.
Each twitch made her mucosa clench desperately around his cock.
His dick throbbed pleasurably each time—not the best news.
“Alright then, I'm gonna move now?”
Yet the spirit body's durability was impressive.
The intense pain of that first full thrust, enough to make an ordinary woman sob and freeze up, faded before long.
Yebin gathered her heaving breasts with one arm, as they threatened to spill further from her dress.
She began swaying her hips gently front and back.
“Uh... uuk...!”
Just like in the videos.
Not too fast like riding a horse—slow and soft, rocking front to back.
“Ha... a... eek... hut...!”
And in the instant Siwoo's glans ground wildly against Yebin's cervix.
Yebin felt an intense pleasure and fulfillment she had never known in her life.
Who would have thought it felt like this?
“What... is this...?”
Yebin paused her hips for a moment and swallowed hard.
What was she supposed to do, feeling this good? The most important thing was the treatment.
Having her first time with a man she had barely exchanged words with—it was all to save a life.
“Haa... haa...”
But it was also true that her concentration was disrupted by this novel pleasure.
If she tried the treatment like this, her performance would surely be far worse than usual.
Wouldn't it be better to get a little familiar first—to get used to intercourse—then use the magic properly?
“Yeah... let's do that...”
Swish, swish, swish.
Her soft inner thighs rubbed against his firm ones, producing friction sounds.
“Haa... ah... there... ah...!”
Yebin closed her eyes and began to indulge fully in Siwoo's cock.
2.
Amelia quietly opened the door and stepped out, her gaze trailing Yebin's back.
With nothing to do, she had gone down to the first floor for no reason, pulled out some rum from the kitchen, and smoked a cigarette in place of snacks.
Her insides burned.
Just moments ago, she had been agonizing over whether this love was real or fake.
But the instant she saw Yebin, nearly stripped bare, heading into Siwoo's room for "treatment," all those thoughts were shoved aside.
It bothered her.
It bothered her way too much.
A decent amount of time had passed, so upstairs in Siwoo's room, man and woman were surely exchanging fluids by now.
“……”
Amelia stared at her now-empty glass.
No buzz came on.
Her face didn't flush like from some strange drug, nor did she feel the slightest uplift or languor.
“Sigh...”
Amelia let out a long sigh and returned the glass to its place.
As she climbed the central stairs again, she faced a fork.
One path to her room, the other to Siwoo's—where he was with Yebin.
She knew.
That it was utterly shameless.
That it might even be a huge offense to Yebin.
Yet Amelia soon crept forward on tiptoe, like a stray cat.
A bitter impulse she couldn't endure without confirming what was happening inside drove her on.
“……”
Amelia swallowed hard.
She could easily peek inside with particle magic, seeing every detail.
But she didn't have the courage for that.
She pressed her ear lightly to the wooden door, which felt like a massive barrier.
Soundproofed by default—no sounds leaked through.
But a 23rd Hierarchy Amelia could never fail to breach a 19th Hierarchy Yebin's barrier.
She tweaked a portion without leaving any trace or presence.
Then, voices came through.
[Haa... haang, hooht... uh... ung... kuuk...!]
Sweetly soaked and feverishly aroused.
Undoubtedly Yebin's heated moans.
A husky timbre unimaginable from her usually demure demeanor.
Flesh slapping, bedsheets rustling—all transmitted clearly.
In that instant, a crushing displeasure, anger, and helplessness squeezed her chest.
And one emotion rose vividly above all.
Jealousy.
When she saw Siwoo getting along so well with the twins.
When Odile sucked his cock in the carriage.
When Yebin announced she had to have sex with him for treatment.
She had felt this before.
But never had it bruised her heart so raw and red.
[Ah... ah... eek, eek...! Feels good... Siwoo...]
“...Uh!”
Siwoo?
The moment Yebin called his name, Amelia barely stopped her hand from kicking the door open.
Stimulating erogenous zones produced such moans naturally, regardless of purpose—she knew that.
Besides, Yebin was treating Siwoo right now.
What good would interrupting do?
[Hng... ang... aang... aa...]
Amelia ground her teeth and let her hand drop limply from the doorknob.
As she turned away, shoulders slumped, Yebin's moans echoed behind her like a hallucination.