Chapter 1183 – #280_The Reason To Return (8)
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“Huuuh… Hooo, Uuup… Slurp….”
The sex that Dorothy and Linne had arranged didn’t end with just one round.
After a thick, creamy finish inside Llewellyn, he didn’t pull out but continued right away.
He gifted her with deep kisses and a passionate mating press.
It made him happy that Llewellyn had cast off her arrogant queen persona and was showing her usual honest self.
It’s common sense that sexy talk is essential during sex.
Llewellyn, repeatedly stimulated in her pleasure spots, left behind such memorable lines as, ‘I am a first-rate mage, but my body is third-rate!’ ‘I shall show you… my magic…! (Pshoo pshoo)’ ‘That’s right! That’s right! I am a masochistic queen!’ before passing out.
-Tzgeok!
“Hiyuuu….”
As he pulled out his cock, which felt like it had suction cup marks from being squeezed so tightly…
A languid sigh escaped from Llewellyn’s lips, her body limp like a frog, with no strength left to cover herself.
Then, bubbly, frothy semen trickled down her swollen, twice-as-thick lower lip.
“Hoo.”
While Siwoo caught his breath, pushing back his sweat-drenched hair, the lovers, their faces flushed, began to look at each other.
Except for Periwinkle, who had been tricked by the twins, tonight’s tensome was a prearranged affair.
To reiterate, this wasn’t just about sharing love in a promiscuous way.
It was about giving Siwoo a reason to return, a night he would want to relive, before he plunged into a dangerous battlefield.
Therefore, there was one condition attached.
No pulling out.
No acting coy.
In other words, it was about sharing love boldly in the way Siwoo liked best.
The problem started here.
After the appetizer sex and watching Llewellyn, the lovers’ arousal levels had already risen to about 3-4 (Eloa 7).
However, as seen with Llewellyn, Siwoo’s tastes were a bit maniacal.
Each of his many lovers had their own signature play.
Giving Siwoo the best play meant that each of them had to perform their signature play in front of all the other lovers, enduring the ultimate shame.
It was a mental hurdle to overcome with an arousal level of only 3-4.
The lovers gathered here were all refined witches, without exception.
“Um, would you like to go first, Duke?”
“No, I wouldn’t…”
“Then, how about you, Periwinkle?”
“I, I’m just… actually, this is my first time…”
Courage isn’t anything special; it’s about moving three seconds faster than others.
“I’ll do it.”
When even the relatively bold Odile, Odette, and Dorothy hesitated to confront the lovely beast who had bared her fangs of debauchery to the sea queen, there was one who bravely rose from her seat.
Her surname was Merrygold, her name Amelia, a married woman with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes.
“Ah, Miss Amelia?”
Sharon wanted to stop Amelia.
Because it was too obvious what Amelia was about to do in this situation.
It was that thing that Sharon had learned about through a threesome, the shocking truth.
The three-word role-playing that made her tremble, feeling like spacetime was shrinking just by observing it.
For Sharon, who had an extremely sensitive sense of vicarious embarrassment, it was like a natural enemy.
She had almost died from shame when they did it as a trio…
And now, she was going to do it in front of all the other lovers?
“Manager.”
Amelia did it.
Her cold, chilling voice, laced with subtle contempt, was directed at Siwoo.
“Why are you lazing around like that? Have you forgotten that we have a baby-making practice session today?”
It even seemed like she had written a script specifically for this situation.
No wonder she had been in her office late last night, tilting her head with a serious expression!
Sharon wanted to hide in a mouse hole, imagining the future, while Linne looked at Amelia with a keen expression.
Amelia approached Siwoo with a gait that seemed to make the sound of heels clicking.
Sharon couldn’t help but be surprised again.
“I, I’m sorry, Associate Professor.”
Siwoo, the other party, seamlessly accepted Amelia’s acting with ad-libs, without even taking a breath.
Only then did Sharon realize that Siwoo was also slightly out of it, and she clutched her head.
“Sharon, what are they doing?”
“Uh… I… I don’t know… I don’t know anything…”
Periwinkle, who didn’t even know about the role-playing, was in a state of confusion, her mouth agape.
To Kibele, Amelia was the epitome of a traditional witch, someone who was hard to approach, serious, picky, and haughty in everything she did.
The other lovers, too, were taken aback by the legendary Amelia-style role-playing that they had only heard about.
Amelia’s chillingly cold eyes narrowed.
She sniffed around Siwoo’s shoulder, as if smelling something.
“I clearly said there was a practice session. Did you perhaps roll around with another woman?”
“Yes.”
“Haa, that’s what males are like. They really don’t know the virtue of restraint.”
“I have no excuse.”
“It’s fine. It was my fault for expecting anything from you.”
Having said that, Amelia very naturally knelt at Siwoo’s feet.
And then, with an unchangingly cold expression and atmosphere, she naturally took his cock into her mouth.
“Chulup….”
That is, the cock that had become sticky and gooey from making semen whipped cream with Llewellyn just a moment ago.
“A, Associate Professor?”
Amelia made eye contact with Siwoo, who was pretending to be flustered.
“You weren’t thinking of putting something that had been exploring another woman directly into me, were you?”
“That’s not it, but…”
“I’ll make sure to ‘clean’ it thoroughly. Haap….”
After thoroughly ‘cleaning’ for a while, Amelia flopped onto the bed and struck a ‘hold me’ pose.
And the other lovers, who had been bewildered until now, realized the horror of the role-playing from the scene that followed.
-Jjeok! Jjeok! Jjeok!
“Huk! Huk! Haak…! Ma, Manager…?! Who told you to be so… rough… Haang…!”
“You! You impudent wench! Receive the cock of justice!”
Siwoo unleashed a mating press with a menacing force, as if he would bury Amelia’s slender body into the bed.
Amelia’s slender legs, stretched towards the ceiling, struggled incessantly, unable to withstand the merciless injection of pleasure.
Amelia’s role-playing, which had seemed ridiculous on the surface, was a device within the play that maximized Siwoo’s desire to conquer.
She created a thorough ‘master’ position with her high-handed words, and then showed the ‘slave’ position, unable to move after being penetrated, a coldly calculated formula of pleasure.
Amelia’s true horror lay in the fact that she could genuinely pull off that cringeworthy acting without any sense of awkwardness.
And Siwoo’s reaction to that?
“Uwoaaa!! I’m making one!!! A second one!!!”
It was truly intense.
Siwoo’s arousal level, which had been at 8-9, broke through the wall of 10 and reached 11.
At this point, there was no need for acting, but there was no room for it either.
Time flowed by in a thrilling way, as if the word ‘storm sex’ had been expressed as performance art.
With the intention of truly impregnating her, Siwoo’s hips moved fiercely, and Amelia, unable to even utter a word, tightly wrapped her legs around his waist and received a generous dose of baby seeds.
“Haaeeeuuung….”
“Next.”
Siwoo, having dealt with Amelia with a fierce momentum, looked for his next lover with eyes gleaming with desire.
“I, is it me?! Am I next?”
The one who was helplessly caught was Periwinkle, who was the closest and had no sense of the situation.
Periwinkle was perplexed because, no matter how much she racked her brain, she didn’t have a signature menu. Siwoo showed her a refreshing smile.
“I, I don’t really have anything like that…”
“That’s not true. Sister Kibele has a masterpiece hole, doesn’t she?”
Siwoo picked up Periwinkle and carried her to the bed, then spread her buttocks wide open.
Even if she pretended not to, it was her favorite spot.
An Hermes-like hole that boasted a luxurious and elegant stickiness, despite being an anal one.
Periwinkle’s face immediately turned pale.
It was embarrassing enough to do it in front of everyone, but to have it be that hole?
To have to show her wet, orgasmic state while being poked in her vulgar hole?
“Hey! N-no, not there! Ungiit…!”
But there was no one who could stop Siwoo now.
Siwoo’s massive cock, lying on top of Periwinkle, was sucked into her back hole with a sticky, vulgar sound.
“Haang! Aaaang…!”
The worst part was that even though it was such a sudden insertion, her body, which had become accustomed to him, naturally released pleasure.
“I… I think I’m going to… Haa…! I’m… I’m going again, haaaang!!!”
Periwinkle’s bed debut, her first N-some, became a concept of a flamboyant public continuous anal climax.
As such, the first time is always the hardest.
With Llewellyn, Amelia, and Kibele taking the lead, the lovers were gradually starting to heat up (Eloa surpassed 10).
“Siwoo.”
“?”
“Do you want to see a cat?”
“!”
“Meow~ Today, Sharony is a cat.”
Sharon, too, closed her eyes and, after a very long time, performed her signature cat play.
She arched her back into an elegant curve, lifting her buttocks up to the sky in a cat-stretching pose, then went into doggy style.
“Nyaa!! Nyaa-haaaang! Nyaooong…!!!”
She knew from experience that Siwoo would be ecstatic if she even made cat sounds while moaning.
Linne’s face hardened as she watched Sharon, who was letting out high-pitched moans.
“…….”
Although Sharon had been the first to do the cat play with Siwoo, Linne had also once imitated a cat to seduce Siwoo in the past.
In other words, the cat imitation was originally Linne’s signature play that she had prepared to show in front of everyone tonight.
