Chapter 96
Chapter 96
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: Treatment (6)
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Is this what it feels like to stroll through a flower garden thick with opium smoke?
A dizzying sense of calm that erases all the world's weariness and hardships.
"Ah... haa... haaang..."
Yebin lay back, staring up at the ceiling with her mouth half-open, gasping for breath.
Her healthy pink tongue writhed inside, mixing the sticky saliva heated by her rising fever.
The pleasure radiating from her waist made her fingers and toes tingle.
"Crazy... what the hell is this... haa, haeut...!"
Her perfectly rounded hips flowed into a smooth waist reminiscent of fine porcelain.
Her back arched, wings folding behind her like delicate china.
Fifteen minutes of grinding atop Siwoo.
The steadily building ecstasy had finally crested into a light orgasm.
Every time the glans rubbed tight against her cervix, it really did quiver—like her womb was trembling for real.
Even a witch incapable of bearing children felt that lewd urge, as if ovulation itself was imminent.
"Haa, haa... n-no way it's actually making me pregnant..."
She muttered words that utterly defied common sense.
With every ragged breath she took, she could feel her inner walls clenching mercilessly around his cock.
As if reacting to that squeeze, Siwoo's shaft twitched deep inside her.
Yebin licked her lips with her tongue, her flushed face glowing red.
Her mouth burned hot, yet her lips cracked dry—this strange sensation she'd never known alone.
Back in Greenland, her "lodging" had been far from a proper workshop.
A four-person caravan stuffed with pillows for insulation and lined with beast hides.
With no one to talk to, her only hobbies were bingeing Netflix and fingering her clit to porn.
Outside, temperatures plunged to minus twenty.
Under the frost-covered window, slipping a hand into her panties for some furtive rubbing had been her sole comfort.
At meals, while cleaning, reading, researching, before bed, during breaks.
Habitually shoving her hand into her panties.
She knew it bordered on masturbation addiction by then, but she'd shrug it off with, "Who cares? No one's around to see."
Even staying at Baron Merrygold's estate, she'd carve out an hour a day for it.
A decade in isolation had ingrained it like nail-biting—an obsessive stress reliever etched into her body.
"Haaah..."
But she could declare it with certainty.
No amount of solo sessions— a hundred times over—could match this.
This pleasure piercing her core like a spear.
The shared pulse through connected membranes.
Even stripped of fertility, the primal instinct screamed, "Fill me with seed."
"Hng, haang... eung...!"
Until now, she'd only rocked back and forth.
Now, she switched it up, pounding her hips like grinding a millstone.
"Oot... ook... ut... hook...!"
Each jab of his cock against her cervix sent thin lightning streaking from her crown to her perineum.
Even her breasts bouncing inside the dress, rubbing against the soft fabric, felt exquisite.
"Ha... ah... eut... wha...? Huh?"
Just a slight shift in motion.
And Siwoo's cock swelled massively once.
Then unleashed a torrent of semen into her with ferocious momentum.
He'd already been at his limit.
-Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
With every spasm, hot, sticky fluid flooded her belly.
The motion, the heat, the sensation—so wickedly erotic that Yebin shuddered uncontrollably.
Her cervix lifted to welcome it, her rippling walls sucking it in like a sponge.
"Haa... ah... hang..."
Creampie.
Cum-filled pussy.
Internal ejaculation.
Womb pickled in semen.
Indiscriminate baby batter bombardment.
She was taking it all.
About ten seconds of real-time bliss as her insides drowned in white cum.
The ejaculation ended, leaving Yebin staring dazedly at her belly.
Between her slick thighs, excess semen oozed out, unable to stay contained.
"Eut... hung..."
Even after, his cock fluttered like it was still sending electric signals, making her hips quiver in response.
It felt good.
Watching auroras in mid-April skies while slurping kimchi stew wasn't sex.
Microwaving frozen chicken and pairing it with canned beer during a movie wasn't sex.
Hiding in a pillow fort, pants off, tweaking her clit—that wasn't sex.
A cock buried in her pussy, pumping her full...!
This was real sex.
Stroking the goosebumps on her arms, Yebin slowly lifted her hips.
"Eung..."
Witches don't ovulate, so no periods either.
This sensation was long forgotten—like hot lava coating her insides.
Three months' worth from Siwoo's balls: thick, viscous, yellowish cum leaking between her folds, trickling down her thighs.
"Uaaah...!"
Yebin hurriedly cupped her crotch with her hand.
The sheets could be magic-cleaned later.
But her human sensibilities screamed, "Don't stain the bedding!" first.
Kneeling there for ages, she caught the dripping semen in her palm.
"...So this is cum."
Way different from videos.
Slicker than expected, and even from a distance, that fishy, musky scent wafted up pungently.
"That's why they go on about night-blooming flowers..."
The volume was insane—like filling a bowl.
Viscosity like jelly.
Yebin glanced around slyly and brought her palm to her lips.
In porn, actresses slurped it down like a delicacy.
Wonder what it tastes like?
"Urk..."
She flicked her tongue at it and grimaced, shuddering.
Bitter, sour, fishy—worse than imagined.
Just a speck down her throat stung like fire.
Yebin wiped her palm, his groin, and her crotch meticulously with a prepped wet cloth.
Embarrassing, but she'd totally forgotten the treatment amid the haze.
Now somewhat acclimated, time for the real healing.
She grabbed more gel, slathering it lovingly over his cock until it glistened.
Post-climax, it hadn't softened a bit—veins bulging proudly.
"Haa..."
A hot sigh escaped unbidden; she startled herself.
Touching his rigid length reignited that scorching pleasure.
"What's wrong with me? I'm losing it."
Shaking her head, she carefully straddled him again.
"Aheung...!"
Her aroused walls were even puffier than before.
But slick with arousal, it engulfed his cock with heightened bliss, sliding right in.
"Now... now for treatment... healing..."
She felt almost used to it...
Yebin rocked her hips with wet slaps, releasing mana.
As his glans rubbed her cervix again, her back arched taut.
"Haa... Siwoo..."
With a needy whimper.
Her first night deepened just like that.
2.
"What a slut..."
Waking to cozy sunlight after ages, Yebin recalled last night and clutched her cheeks.
"Didn't even do a single treatment..."
To be precise, she'd barely hit one-tenth of her goal.
No external issues.
Siwoo's body was primed for the procedure; the intercourse she'd dreaded had delivered pure ecstasy tailored to her.
"Crazy bitch... Yebin, you absolute lunatic..."
The problem? That ecstasy was too divine.
She replayed her shameless self.
'Haang...! Haa...! Haang...! You like it too, Siwoo...? First time feeling this...! Haang... ah... I love it...!'
Shaking her ass like a whore atop him, coaxing one, two, three creampies.
Three rounds total.
Treating him like a dildo, lost in pleasure.
Excusing it as "getting used to sex for better healing."
Like her first masturbation discovery, from late night till dawn, hips dancing relentlessly.
Only on the fourth insertion did she start treatment.
Then sunrise forced her out—no lingering with Merrygold's morning visits looming.
She'd catch them mid-act.
Siwoo was already Baron Merrygold's favored "taken man."
Treatment or not, no desire to flaunt their fucking.
"Self-loathing... maxed out stacks..."
Face-down on the bed, she tore at her hair.
Started for healing, yet hours of grinding on a near-stranger, no chit-chat.
Three creampies, zero actual treatment—just chasing highs.
Failure as doctor and woman?
"Fucked up..."
Yebin crawled to the bed's edge, banging her head against the wall.
Tonight, no excuses—finish the treatment.
Told the baron three sessions would suffice; no overextending.
Wrap up yesterday's quota today.
Needed about twelve hours...
Head against the wall, ass up, she pondered.
Twelve hours.
Twelve hours of that...?
Her hand had unconsciously slipped past her panties, twirling her swollen clit.
Last night's heat lingered; barely touched, and she gushed like a faucet.
"Ah... eup... umm..."
Face buried in the pillow, she bit the case.
Two fingers probing her folds delved into her twisting entrance.
"Eup... mm... mm..."
Upper wall.
That spot his cock grazed, making her gasp unwittingly—she pressed and rubbed, electric pleasure shooting up her spine.
Ten minutes lost in her world.
"Miss Smirna."
A chill stabbed her spine.
A voice that shouldn't be here.
Yebin jerked her head up like a broken doll, twisting back with a creak.
Too panicked to even pull out her fingering fingers.
There stood Amelia, arms crossed, expression colder than dry ice.