Chapter 1131 – #268_Unholy(5)
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1.
A strong woman is weak in the ass.
This wasn’t just a rumor, but a fact verified by Periwinkle, Deneb, Dorothy, and Albireo, and was being verified once again through Periwinkle.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Haaah! Hng! It!”
Periwinkle’s hot insides wrapped around his dick.
“G-Gaaaaah…!!!”
The lubricant of oil, saliva, semen, and vaginal fluids foamed and dripped, and Periwinkle reached another climax, her sweat-soaked, radiant back trembling.
-Twitch twitch twitch
“Kuh!”
Periwinkle’s high-end Hermes-hole accepted his dick as easily as if it hadn’t been two years since their last insertion, but it wouldn’t let go easily.
-Squeeeeze!
“Heeeeeek!”
Like this, when he tried to pull his dick out, she would squeeze with all her might, holding on to the very end…
The tightness of the entrance, like a cigar cutter, would eventually catch on the base of his glans.
“Indeed, it’s a high-end product. Even used, it still squeezes properly.”
“Stop! Just a moment…! Haaah! Hngit…! I, I… just, I just came again…. So… Kyaaah!”
When he forcefully thrust his dick back in, Periwinkle couldn’t finish her sentence and thrashed around.
However, once under Siwoo, no witch could overcome him with brute force.
That was the difference between a woman and a man.
“Why are you already stopping? You kept seducing me because you wanted to be treated like this, didn’t you?”
“Heeeeeek! It hurts…! It hurts…! Don’t pinch me…!”
Following Periwinkle’s self-pleasuring method, he pinched and twisted her cute clitoris, and the tightness of her backdoor, which was about to loosen, became unbelievably strong.
It felt like it tightened twice as much in an instant.
“Ungiiiiit!!!”
However, despite saying it hurt, Periwinkle was a noble, purebred masochist.
This was evident from the fact that her vaginal fluids gushed out, used as a substitute for lube, and she easily broke through the orgasm resistance line that she usually had trouble reaching.
When Siwoo was inexperienced, he had no idea it would be like this.
And there was a fact that even Periwinkle hadn’t anticipated.
“What, what is this… Hng! Hng!”
“This is called sex.”
“This isn’t… sex…. No… this isn’t sex…!!”
The Shin Siwoo she remembered.
That is, the Shin Siwoo who had bestial sex with her for three days in exchange for saving Sharon’s life was a beast who moved only by instinct, without any technique compared to the current Shin Siwoo.
Since then, Siwoo had met many lovers, had an enormous number of relationships, and honed his technique.
As a result.
In less than two hours, he had completely drained Periwinkle and gained a unilateral advantage.
The pleasure of orgasm, which set off fireworks of joy in Periwinkle’s head, was comparable to drugs.
Periwinkle, who was quite promiscuous, had tried drugs herself, so this wasn’t just a metaphor.
Periwinkle’s body slumped.
She had come so many times that her head was spinning.
“Haaah….”
Her body was drained of strength, and the constant contraction and relaxation from pleasure were rapidly depleting her stamina.
She couldn’t resist his rampage, which was no different from a violent assault, and could only repeatedly wait for the pleasure to turn her vision white.
“Get up.”
“Heeeeeek!!!!”
Just as her sensitivity was about to dull from the overly intense pleasure.
Her clitoris, which was mercilessly pinched, forcibly rebooted Periwinkle’s senses as if it were a lie.
“Are you already surrendering?”
“Heuk… Hng…!”
Siwoo, putting his weight on her to make sure Periwinkle couldn’t thrash, bit her neck and asked.
Unlike Periwinkle, who was already close to exhaustion, his breathing was barely rough.
“Since you seem to have rested well, I’ll do what you like again, milady.”
Siwoo flipped Periwinkle’s body over and moved his hands to her neck.
You could tell what kind of play this was by looking at the red handprints left on Periwinkle’s neck.
“No… no… if I get that now…. Keheuk….”
Periwinkle was desperate, but her attempts to resist with her limp arms were meaningless.
Her attempts to pull Siwoo’s wrists away were also futile.
“Hek… Hek… Keek…! Heeeeek!!!”
He applied force that didn’t cause serious injury, but was enough to block her breathing and blood flow, and a metallic sound mixed into Periwinkle’s breath.
Tears trickled down her cheeks and soaked the pillowcase.
“Stooop… stooop…. Heek! Heek…!”
Just looking at the scene, it looked like he was raping her.
Is this really okay? But it was fine.
The expressions of pain and pleasure were originally almost indistinguishable.
However, considering that her blue eyes were being dyed with the hazy light of pleasure, that her backdoor was tightening as if it would cut off his dick, that her body was trembling and she was reaching another climax,
This was the best reward for the high-end bitch Periwinkle.
That’s why she was a purebred masochist.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Haa…! Haang! Haang!!!”
He violently slammed her hips into the bed and briefly released his hands, and Periwinkle desperately inhaled oxygen.
The face, which was a mess to the point of being pitiful, had no trace of the usually relaxed older sex partner.
There was only a bitch panting for the pleasure of being abused.
He was starting to feel the urge to ejaculate.
His third ejaculation already.
As a result of her backdoor being repeatedly thrust into, her swollen and glistening pussy, swollen with vaginal fluids and lust, was visible.
If Periwinkle had a body capable of getting pregnant, her lucky pussy could get pregnant with one shot of in-vaginal ejaculation.
His instincts were desperately craving in-vaginal ejaculation, but that was dangerous.
This was, after all, an affair sex.
It was a widely accepted social agreement that affair sex should be done with a backdoor specifically for affairs.
“Kuhang…!”
He squeezed her neck, which was red with handprints, again, and Periwinkle rewarded him by tightening her dick with even greater force.
-Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
The bed, which usually didn’t make a sound, creaked as if it would break.
He thrust into her backdoor with a violent movement about twice as intense as before.
If she wasn’t a spirit body, it was a rough movement that would leave lifelong aftereffects.
Even for a witch, there would be some pain.
“Heeuk! Heeuk! Keheuk…! Hek hek…!”
However, Periwinkle was sticking her tongue out halfway, rolling her eyes to the point where only the whites were visible, and was updating the highest point of pleasure in her life with each insertion.
Her body, which had been twitching intermittently, contracted tightly.
That timing when her high-end asshole was repeating contractions and relaxations close to convulsions.
-Gush! Gush! Gush!
Siwoo pressed his body close to Periwinkle as if he would devour her and ejaculated his semen as deep as possible.
“Heeeeeek…!!!”
Periwinkle’s body slumped, letting out a stuffy groan as if the air was escaping her lungs.
2.
“I’m screwed.”
How many times did he have to repeat this monologue?
Siwoo, like a drug addict who had regained his sanity, tore at his hair and paced around the bedroom.
“…Heeum.”
Periwinkle was passed out on the bed.
He had blown away the semen and vaginal fluids with cleansing magic, but she was naked.
There were handprints on her cheeks and neck, and the breasts that Siwoo had pinched and twisted were bruised and blue.
After declaring that he wouldn’t do this again after the big mother pig incident…
“Why did I do that!”
Deep regret, worry about the aftermath, and self-loathing for not properly controlling his momentary urges flowed through him.
What was with the self-pleasuring assistant?
What was with the hole specifically for affairs?
In the first place, he should have firmly cut off the self-pleasuring assistant before entering the suggestive atmosphere.
He hadn’t even inhaled much of her scent, but he had craved affair sex like crazy, as if he had been possessed, so how could he not have regrets?
But right now, the priority was to soothe Periwinkle, who was probably very angry.
Siwoo recalled the many cases he had experienced and prepared to appease Periwinkle, who would be extremely angry.
“Uhm…. Ouch!”
Periwinkle finally opened her eyes.
As she tried to get up, she frowned at the tingling pain she felt all over her body and discovered Shin Siwoo sitting upright under the bed.
“What are you doing there?”
“I have committed a mortal sin.”
Siwoo’s posture was respectful, and he was offering a sincere apology, not just empty formality.
Soon, Periwinkle would regain her senses, recall the past, get angry, and come to slap him or kick him.
However, she showed a completely unexpected reaction.
She ended with a prim voice, saying something like, “Go get me a glass of water.”
Siwoo presented the water with trembling hands.
“Did you… perhaps lose your memory?”
“No? You treated me like a disposable onahole to be used and thrown away today, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry….”
“It’s okay, I seduced you anyway, right?”
Only then did Siwoo properly look at Periwinkle.
Her face was glowing, as if she had been nourished.
Her benevolent smile, as if transcending the mundane world, was like that of a bodhisattva.
That’s right.
Periwinkle had had a very, very, very, very satisfying sexual relationship, so she had entered what was called the saint time.
Enough to overlook the merciless violence that Siwoo had committed with a generous heart.
He had judged himself as ‘too much’ after regaining his senses, but was it that satisfying?
“Could you help me get dressed?”
Periwinkle hummed a tune and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror and suddenly grabbed Siwoo’s cheek.
“You! How could you use your sister so roughly! There are handprints all over my neck!”
“I-I’m sorry!”
“I’ll have to cover it up for a while. Was the affair sex with me that good? You were so excited, weren’t you?”
“It was good.”
“Was it good when you were choking my neck? Or was it good when you were slapping my cheeks and tormenting me?”
“…I have a disease where I sometimes lose my mind.”
Periwinkle, who had been teasing Siwoo, covered her mouth and chuckled, then hugged him tightly.
“I should rest today. Can you help me? I don’t have any strength in my legs.”
“Of course.”
Okay.
Let’s not think too hard about it for now.
The mistake of crossing the line due to a lack of self-control was a problem that Siwoo had to deal with.
Whether he made a confession to his lovers or whatever, he didn’t need to pass on the worry to Periwinkle, at least.
Since he didn’t know Periwinkle’s feelings at the moment, it seemed like he could take a little more time to sort things out.
“I will escort you to the bedroom.”
“Are you going to come to my room and pounce on me again? As violently as if you were raping me?”
“No.”
“Why? Because of your lovers?”
“Ugh….”
“We already messed up once, right? Wouldn’t it be okay to mess up one more time?”
“……”
“To be honest… I liked it so much. Chairman.”
A sweet voice tickled his ear.
Only then did he realize.
Periwinkle was still immersed in the lingering afterglow of hazy pleasure.
Her flushed sighs and the way her hands wrapped around his waist, much stickier than usual.
He could tell by her lustful, moist eyes and the way her tongue kept licking her lips.
Even if he pushed her away moderately, she would never let go.
If Siwoo grabbed her hair here and dragged her to the bed, she would pretend to dislike it but would open her backdoor for affairs again.
Just as he was about to fall into self-loathing again at the lewd thoughts that came to mind as soon as he was tempted, a problem arose.
The moment they left the bedroom, passed through the academy president’s office, and were about to move to Periwinkle’s temporary accommodation.
“…Darling? Lucky Witch? What are you two… doing?”
Dorothy’s trembling silver eyes had discovered the two of them.
