City ​​of Witches 539

## Chapter 539 – #113_New Civilization (5)

#539

1.
Whether intentional or not, I’ve been with many witches until now.

Frankly, I had a certain pride.
Any man would have pride in a large object, and I had countless relationships with beautiful women, any one of whom would be a lifelong boast.

As they say, “The one who’s eaten meat knows how to eat it well.” Unlike my virgin days, my technique had improved, and I was confident I could melt any woman like a sugar cube.

Therefore, the scene before me brought a sense of bewilderment and awkwardness stemming from an unexpected situation.

“Kyaaah…! T-ticklish…! Kya ha ha ha…!”

Rürye laughed hysterically, as if she couldn’t take it anymore. At first glance, it seemed like I was tickling her sides, but this reaction was purely from licking her nipple with my tongue.

“Kya ha ha…!”

Rürye pushed Siwoo away with both arms, hugging her chest and giggling.

What is this?
Surely, the order was correct.
In porn, women usually enjoy being caressed skillfully with rough hand movements and tongue play.

But that’s half acting and half because the AV actresses are seasoned professionals, as Takasho, who had experience as an AV staff member, taught me.

Takasho, who had been with nearly 1,000 different women, said that the best aphrodisiac to melt a woman was gentle caresses. Especially for inexperienced virgins.
Siwoo’s experience had been roughly similar so far.

First, I laid Rürye down, who wouldn’t let me touch her lower body, and kissed her softly, like on her neck.

At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but Rürye’s body temperature seemed to be about 3-4 degrees lower than normal.
Feeling the cool touch of her skin, I slowly moved down until I reached her chest.

“Haa… haa…. I laughed too much, my stomach hurts….”

Up until then, I thought the heavy breaths tickling my hair and the trembling of her frail body were reactions to pleasure or some unknown, strange sensation.
But the result was the opposite.

Rürye’s nipple, which had been rolling around in Siwoo’s mouth for a while, was only slightly moisturized and not at all hardened.
Also, Rürye’s reaction seemed to be more about feeling ticklish than trying to muffle pleasure.

“Didn’t you say you had a lover?”

Rürye looked at Siwoo with tears welling up from laughing so much.

“Caresses don’t seem to be that impressive.”

I was bewildered.
Even though I couldn’t touch her lower body, how could it be so ineffective?

Moreover, although she didn’t intend to, Rürye’s statement that it “doesn’t seem that impressive” was a jab at a man’s pride.
Wasn’t it like saying, “I thought you’d be good since you said you’ve had many girlfriends, but you’re not that great”?

I closed my eyes and repeated to myself.
Takasho! Give me strength!

The countless stories Takasho had told me during my slave days.
The answer must be in there.
But….

‘Sorry, I’m done here. From now on, it’s your path, Siwoo.’

Takasho just disappeared, flashing his unnecessarily shiny teeth.
It was a unique case that didn’t overlap with any other.

The closest case was anorgasmia.
It’s a condition where one can’t properly feel sexual pleasure due to congenital reasons, and even the great Takasho had only left behind bitter failures, he recalled.

But how can she be so ticklish and not feel any sexual pleasure at all?
That doesn’t make sense.

“Well, you’ve entertained me enough. I am busy. From tomorrow, I must prepare for the trials.”

Before Rürye left, Siwoo’s mind was desperately racing.
This was the first time I’d racked my brain so hard just to have sex.
I felt like I was going crazy.

“Ah….”

And then came the realization.
Siwoo said in a calm tone.

“Could we change the location?”

2.
And so, we arrived at Rürye’s bedroom.

There are underwater hotels made of glass in the sea among the world’s famous exotic hotels, but in terms of sheer uniqueness, they wouldn’t even compare to Akula.

Using special alchemical techniques, the ceiling, dome-shaped ceiling, and walls transparently display the scenery of the deep sea, creating a luxurious bedroom that is still impossible to achieve with modern science.

Of course, it was too dark to see anything.

In the dim light of a lamp, Rürye lay comfortably in her panties, just like before.
She was comfortably resting her head on a pillow as big as her upper body, tapping the bed with her heels as she spoke.

“I don’t want it to last more than 15 minutes.”

She, who had taken the initiative, already seemed to be losing interest.

“Yes, but could you promise me just one thing?”
“A promise?”
“I am humbled to ask, but I will fix your arms and legs, Your Majesty. I would like you to follow my words no matter what.”
“Ah, is it that binding thing?”

Rürye nodded, as if she remembered seeing it in porn, and after thinking for a moment, she replied.

“It’s not difficult. Seeing your desperate appearance, I feel a little inclined to indulge you.”

Having obtained permission, Siwoo pulled out a ribbon.
Inside the ship, the magic tentacles that the previous Nukelavi had modified were spread out everywhere, changing the flow of magic around them like breaths.

Thus, the magical event is disrupted, but her bedroom, which is attached to her research workshop, is an exception.
This is because it could interfere with her magical research.
It wasn’t difficult to tie up Ruelle’s arms and legs, securing them in place.

“You’re quite sturdy.”

Ruelle watches Siwoo’s actions with an innocent expression.
The fact that she seems to have regained a bit of interest is good news.

“I hope you will promise me on your honor, Your Majesty. That I can do as I please.”

Perhaps she thought it was unusual for Siwoo to ask twice so persistently?
After some deliberation, Ruelle replied.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I hate being hurt. I don’t like whips or hot wax.”
“It won’t be anything like that.”
“Then, I grant it. Huh? Why are you covering my eyes?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Siwoo tied Ruelle’s arms and legs to the corners of the huge bed and put on a blindfold. Then, he took out a long, large brown feather.

Witches favor quills or fountain pens.
Ruelle was no exception, keeping several fancy quills on her table.

They were feathers from a now-extinct bird called the ‘Huia,’ a very expensive item often used by vain witches.

Actually, there was a more effective and better item in the warehouse, but it was too maniacal to use on Ruelle for her first experience, so he gave up on it, feeling a sense of guilt.

First, he lightly brushed the soft tip of the feather against Ruelle’s neck.

“Eek!”

Ruelle jumped as if she had been electrocuted.
Her lips, which the blindfold couldn’t hide, were clearly upturned.
And soon, they twisted in embarrassment.

“W-what is that! It tickles!”
“It’s a feather.”
“S-surely, you don’t intend to tickle me for 15 minutes like this? Are you trying to kill me?”
“Didn’t you say you would do it on your honor?”
“Th-that’s…!”

Ruelle, having put herself in a corner due to her rash words and curiosity that only subsided after experiencing it firsthand.
If he took off the blindfold, she would probably be glaring at him with a deathly look of resentment.

But this is just the beginning.

Needless to say, Ruelle acted as if she felt no sexual arousal.
The breakthrough he had in mind for her was none other than ‘tickling.’

If we were to speak purely in terms of sensation, Siwoo guessed that Ruelle’s body was very, very sensitive.
When they were in the 69 position earlier, didn’t she get ticklish from his breath alone, even though they were quite far apart?
And now, just a light brush of a feather against her neck made her tremble with a reaction close to a seizure.

So, why does Ruelle have no reaction to caresses?

Surprisingly, it’s because she doesn’t have any sexual awareness.

Whether it’s due to ignorance or because she’s been isolated in a strictly male-free zone, Ruelle wasn’t even embarrassed to show her naked body.

Paradoxically, embarrassment is an important fertilizer for the development of sexual sensitivity.

The realization that you are showing your precious naked body to a member of the opposite sex, the feeling of having your nipples sucked by another person, is the very cocoon that weaves the thread of pleasure.

Ruelle, who lacks all of that, treats even all sexual stimuli as mere tickles.

No matter how much Siwoo tries to set the mood, all Ruelle would think is, ‘What is he doing?’
To make Ruelle feel something without even touching her lower body, the difficulty is undoubtedly high.

But tickling is different.
Tickling is a sensation that Ruelle can definitely feel, and it is also closely related to the excitement felt from sexual arousal.

How many times had he and Sharon tickled each other during their cohabitation, only to end up in bed?
He was convinced that if he stimulated her with the right tempo and intensity, the stimuli that were initially perceived as tickles could reveal Ruelle’s hidden sexual sensitivity.

He gently tickled the area under her ribs and her sides with the feather.

“Eek! Kya ha ha…! S-stop…! Minister of Internal Affairs…! Stop it…!”

She seemed to want to thrash about, but she couldn’t because her limbs were bound, and she couldn’t undo the ribbons because she had promised on her honor.
Moreover, with the feather, the perfect tickling tool, and her eyes covered, she couldn’t even guess where he was attacking, so the ticklishness Ruelle felt was probably clearer than ever.

At the same time, he gently placed one hand on Ruelle’s thigh.
It was to leave the feeling that they were definitely in contact.

“Shin Siwoo…! I-I’ll… Kya ha ha! In 15 minutes…! In 15 minutes, I will banish you…!”
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
“Ehyahyahyack…!”

Ruelle laughed as if she was about to lose her breath.
But Siwoo carefully observed her reaction.

The intuitive timing.
Right now.
The sharp tip of the feather lightly tickled Ruelle’s deeply indented, elongated navel.

“Hic…!”

At that moment, Ruelle’s abdomen tensed up.
Ruelle, who had been laughing like a waterfall, suddenly gasped as if something was caught in her throat.

Ruelle’s lips hardened.
Clear bewilderment flowed from her mouth.

It had only been about 10 minutes.

“Now, let’s begin in earnest.”

Of course, a fanfare announcing the smooth start of the plan was going off in his head.