Chapter 999 – #213_Polynesian Project (5)
#993
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Day 4 of the modified Polynesian SM play.
Day 4 is a crucial turning point and the most challenging day.
It’s the day when direct caresses of the genitals are allowed.
Deneb, who had been burning up inside from enduring only physical contact or nipple caresses, had been secretly waiting for this day.
She was finally going to have her secret parts, which she couldn’t even fidget with on her own due to the chastity belt Siwoo had put on her, caressed.
Just the anticipation was making her body wet.
In fact, from the moment she was left alone with him in this secluded room, Deneb’s heart had been pounding.
-Slap!
“Hngh! Twenty-five…!”
As if punishing such a sinful mother-in-law, a belt flew and landed on her buttocks with a whooshing sound.
On Deneb’s fair, white, and plump buttocks, like a ripe peach, several red welts were already etched.
The contrast between sweet dessert and bitter coffee.
The contrast created by a slow melody and the intense tempo of the highlight.
The contrast between the smooth marble floor and the wooden furniture.
Is it human nature to find beauty in such contrasts?
The sight of Deneb’s elegant white buttocks and the traces of sadism poured over them is inherently sensual.
“Haa… Haaah…”
It’s not just Siwoo who feels sexuality due to the contrast.
Deneb’s heart is the same.
What is this dizzying sensation when she’s just being spanked on the buttocks?
Like Albireo, Deneb is exceptional.
She possesses an unmatched intellect, a beautiful body, and immense power, to the point that she can’t find a partner.
For Deneb, who has conquered and dominated everything in her life, being controlled and trained by someone else’s free will created a stark mental contrast.
This contrast transforms into a desire to lean on humiliation and shame, and a desire to be dominated.
It’s a sweet honey that no one but Siwoo can provide, seeping into her whole body.
At that moment, Siwoo’s rough fingers hooked onto Deneb’s pelvis as she leaned on the bed and stuck out her buttocks.
“Ah…”
Before Deneb could stop him, her magic panties were pulled down to her calves.
Siwoo, holding onto her still-warm buttocks, spread Deneb’s 4-day-matured pussy wide open with his thumb, as if appraising it.
-Chwup
The narrow slit, already wet as if it had been caressed for hours, gushed out honey water.
“This isn’t panties, it’s just a pussy-water diaper.”
“Ugh… Siwoo…”
“Did you like getting spanked that much?”
“…It’s not like that…”
Why does he only say such mischievous things?
It’s hateful and resentful, yet also embarrassing.
And even amidst all that, his touch, spreading her plump pussy lips wide open, feels good.
Deneb, who had been blankly letting out a heavy sigh, screamed at the stinging pain.
“Hngh…!”
Turning around, she saw Siwoo licking the red, inflamed marks of the whip with his tongue.
The stinging yet hot sensation made them burn even redder.
Every time his teeth bit into her entire buttocks, as if biting into a large fruit, her lower abdomen tingled dangerously.
Pain is a warning signal from the body.
She doesn’t like being hurt.
But strangely, the erotic pain he inflicts makes Deneb burn up.
“Ah… there… if you touch me there now… hngh…”
Siwoo’s hand, which had been digging into the inside of her thighs, already wet and sticky with overflowing fluids, suddenly stopped, about to ignite the concentrated desire that had been accumulating for three days.
“This won’t do.”
“Why? But Siwoo… today is the day you’re allowed to touch…”
Deneb, having the gift she had been eagerly anticipating for three days snatched away right before her eyes.
But instead of pouting, she received a stern scolding from Siwoo.
“If you’re in this state, I think you’ll go off just by touching you a little.”
“But… Hiiiik!!!”
Siwoo flicked Deneb’s clitoris, which had become so erect it couldn’t swell any further, with his middle finger, even though he hadn’t done anything yet.
It was a light motion, like shaking off dew from a blade of grass, but Deneb’s legs trembled and collapsed.
“This is something.”
Siwoo’s foot pressed down on Deneb’s buttocks, who was kneeling and barely supporting her upper body.
“You’re already squirting pussy juice with just this much, how can I touch you?”
“Ugh, ugh… Hngh… Siwoo… don’t use such vulgar words…”
Siwoo grabbed Deneb’s wrist, lifted her up, and took her to the mirror next to the bed.
“Look at this.”
He forcibly hugged Deneb from behind, who was reflexively trying to turn her head, and grabbed her chin to make her look at the mirror.
Deneb’s strength was not enough to shake off Siwoo.
There, she saw Deneb, who was grimacing like a princess being subjected to something she didn’t like, yet unable to hide the lust in her eyes.
It was the face of a sow, as Siwoo would put it, as if she was urging him to do even more, rather than being forced.
“It’s not my choice of words that’s vulgar. It’s you, Deneb.”
“…That’s, that’s… because I’ve been holding back for three days…”
Deneb, unable to refute him, could only mumble clumsy excuses before being dragged back again.
Siwoo sat down on the sofa in front of her, with his legs spread wide.
“Alright. If you do well today, I’ll let you come once. That should be okay, right? It’s not like it’ll be linked anyway.”
Other words didn’t register.
Only his reward of letting her come once was etched in her mind.
“Massage it well with those big tits of yours.”
“Ugh… Yes…”
Deneb, kneeling and carefully crawling over, applied plenty of oil to her beautiful breasts and wrapped them around Siwoo’s thick cock.
“You have to do it as I taught you yesterday.”
“Ah, the sow… will give you a cock service with her breasts.”
The four-way paisuri, where the hard part of the rib cage in the middle of the chest cannot be felt, is only possible with a D-cup or more, and is impossible with an E-cup.
Compared to Deneb, Siwoo has some immunity, but he too has been holding back his ejaculation for three days.
The ecstasy of receiving paisuri in that state, and the sight of his little mother-in-law kneeling like a slave, made his cock throb with lust.
Of course, Siwoo doesn’t cross the line just any time.
Unless it’s a special day, he shares affection with his lovers with a lot of love.
He doesn’t even start actions that they would genuinely dislike.
“Can’t you squeeze it tighter?”
“I will… I’ll squeeze it tighter…”
But why is he so ruthless with Deneb in particular?
He would like to blame it on her eyes.
Even if she makes excuses or shows signs of dislike with her mouth, her amethyst-like purple eyes do not lie.
No matter what Siwoo does, her eyes are wet with pleasure, and her gaze, as if she is demanding more, is like a succubus’s charm magic.
Whether Deneb herself is aware of this is unknown.
For example.
“Deneb, your breasts are soft.”
“Yes…”
If he says something like this, a somewhat cliché line, Deneb’s eyes cool down a little.
And her paisuri also becomes a little half-hearted.
On the other hand.
“When I used to cum inside you, I thought you were a cum-grip. You have this function too?”
“Hngh… Why do you keep saying such things…”
If he sneers and throws out a slightly novel insult like this, her eyes, while showing signs of dislike, become wet with desire again.
It’s a bit burdensome, but isn’t it a man’s instinct to want to live up to expectations?
“Don’t cover up your erect nipples. Show them properly and give me a tit job.”
“…Yes.”
-Chwup! Chwup!
Deneb’s voluptuous breasts heave.
Her erect nipples, visible through the gaps in her hands, as ordered.
Her areolas, showing a pretty pink color that makes you believe she’s wearing makeup, and her breasts, which seem to melt away.
Moreover, thanks to her unrealistic proportions, her small head and Deneb’s flawless beauty.
Everything is perfect.
“Ah, this is good.”
It’s getting hard to hold back now.
Normally, today would be a day when Siwoo couldn’t ejaculate either, but the initiative had already completely shifted under Deneb’s tacit consent.
There’s also a suitable excuse.
“Now, kneel down and put your face up.”
He stood up and presented his cock in front of Deneb’s bewildered face.
Ignoring her attempt to reflexively open her mouth, he shook his cock in front of her.
“It seems like it’s hard for me to hold back.”
Deneb was flustered by Siwoo’s appearance, which was clearly preparing for his own finish.
“Huh? But then the Polynesian…”
“Actually, I don’t necessarily have to hold back, do I?”
That’s right.
Even though it’s been distorted, the goal of this Polynesian project is to calm Albireo’s anger through Deneb.
During the series of processes, Siwoo doesn’t particularly need to hold back his ejaculation.
“Rather, if I’m too excited, I might cause another accident.”
“That’s…”
Of course, this is a very unfair treatment for Deneb.
She wasn’t even allowed to touch her lower body, but Siwoo was getting comfortable all by himself.
“Instead, I’ll give you a pretty makeup.”
“What do you mean… Kyaaah!”
“Don’t dodge.”
-Squiish!
The force of the semen stream that had been held back was fierce, and the amount was enormous.
-Gush! Gush! Gush!
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
The sticky, white fluid poured onto Deneb’s face almost like a water gun shower.
Her beauty, which was already a mess with her eyes, nose, and mouth, was instantly ruined because her face was so small.
Deneb flinched every time she was hit by the stream of semen, and her tightly closed lips trembled.
“Hoo… It’s the perfect makeup for a sow.”
Siwoo finished her makeup by using his cock, covered in white fluid, like a lipstick, and smearing it all over her smooth lips.
“Ugh, ugh…”
The overwhelming and intense scent of a male.
This scent, which resembled the fragrance of night-blooming flowers, was a scent that Deneb would not have usually accepted very pleasantly.
But now, just having his fluids all over her face.
Just the dense scent of a male filling her nostrils.
Just the fact that she was ultimately used as a tool to extract his semen unilaterally.
Her body was getting hotter.
It seemed like the three days of abstinence had broken her mind.
“…Is it done now?”
Deneb tried to hide her inner thoughts and use magic to clean her face.
But Siwoo grabbed Deneb’s wrist.
“I told you it was makeup. Let’s do it like this today.”
“Siwoo…”
And so, Deneb’s final training was carried out with white makeup smeared all over her.
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