Chapter 790 – #165_Miao Miao Battle (7)
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1.
The torrential storm of climax, swirling like a tornado, subsided.
“Hng… Hicc! Hicc…!”
Eloa, panting pitifully as if hiccuping, was disheartened even amidst the pleasure-induced daze.
Originally, it was a clam wrestling match that started with both of them half-lying in the same position, but because Linne took the lead and hugged Eloa’s knees, it had effectively turned into a side-lying position.
Eloa, who was knocked out and sprawled on the bed, her hair disheveled, pondered blankly.
She lost.
Without even properly starting the competition, she was unilaterally attacked and suffered a miserable defeat.
What on earth was this mess?
Her resolve was clearly lacking.
Even if it was an unenthusiastic start, when she saw Linne rushing out, she should have followed…
She had been easily swept away, forgetting her original purpose while indulging in pleasure.
As a result, Linne had snatched the right to be with Siwoo first.
Disheartened, Eloa raised her head with a gloomy heart.
She believed that Linne, triumphant and sneering, would be waiting there, saying, ‘Is that all? Tiferet.’
However…
“Haa… Haa…”
Contrary to expectations, Linne was breathing heavily, as if she would collapse at any moment.
Her head was bowed so low that her bangs completely covered her eyes, and her face was as red as Eloa’s.
The hoarse sighs she barely managed to exhale were almost identical to Eloa’s.
Moreover, she was twitching like a cat being poked in the side, half-leaning on Eloa’s knees.
What on earth happened?
Siwoo’s judgment that followed cleared up Eloa’s questions.
“I didn’t expect this… It’s a draw.”
“A draw…?”
The full story was as follows.
Linne, who had seized the momentum in an instant, like a tiger rising, actively moved her hips.
Recalling past memories, she roughly rubbed her lower lips, just like Siwoo had done when he had sex with her while she was lying diagonally.
When she did that, Linne would shriek and burst into tears, so she believed that if she did to Eloa what she had experienced, she could achieve the same result.
However, this was a generalization due to Linne’s limited sexual experience.
It was a self-inflicted blunder caused by not properly understanding the sequence of pleasure.
Lesbian sex is not a structure that unilaterally gives pleasure.
As much as Linne stimulated Eloa, Linne was also stimulated.
When two lilies are crushed together, spewing sticky nectar, it is not only Eloa who pants with pleasure.
Linne desperately tried to hold back her climax and send Eloa first, but when Eloa reached orgasm and arched her back, a sudden, intense stimulation was applied.
The simple conclusion was that Linne also reached her climax, unable to withstand the stimulation.
“We can just do it again.”
Eloa was still bewildered.
She had clearly been hit squarely and knocked down, but when she got up, a lucky punch she had swung had also turned the opponent’s jaw.
She couldn’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
This time, having steeled her heart, Eloa firmly fixed her waist in a perfectly equal position with Linne.
“…This time will be different.”
“…Hoo…”
Round 2 began.
Only then could Eloa properly see Linne’s situation.
Linne’s stern expression, her sharp, katana-like aura, and the reality she hadn’t been able to see because Linne had taken the lead from the start.
“…Hmph…! Mmm…!”
While moving her hips, she was biting her lip, struggling to suppress her moans.
She was intermittently twitching.
Each time, sticky nectar leaked from her tightly pressed lower lips, some of which mixed into Eloa’s body.
Thus, Linne was not as strong as she appeared.
No, originally, Linne’s body was not even a match for Eloa.
It had only been a few days since she had escaped the hundreds of years she had lived without any pleasure.
She was still unfamiliar with pleasure, and as a result, she was a sensitive pussy that would shriek at even the slightest stimulation.
If Eloa hadn’t been in heat, she could have easily subdued her.
In other words, this match was a pathetic competition to see who was more of a pushover.
Eloa straightened her resolve and raised her gaze toward Linne’s sprout, which looked particularly weak.
-Squelch!
“Myaang!”
As expected, as soon as Eloa’s pressure was directed at the sprout, Linne, in a sloppy manner, exposed her melted mouth and bright red tongue.
Once opened, her mouth did not close, and she continuously emitted suggestive moans.
That appearance was filled with an eroticism beyond imagination.
Linne, who had always been thought of as having a fierce atmosphere, being expressionless and aloof, and like an inhuman doll…
Now, in response to Eloa’s hip movements, she had thrown off her mask and revealed her female side.
Instinctively, she let out coquettish moans and trembled with every one of Eloa’s movements.
“Hngh! Mmmph…!”
Now she could understand why Siwoo liked to torment Eloa so much.
She must also show such a side when she was being tormented by Siwoo.
Of course, the time she could afford to leisurely contemplate was not long.
-Squelch!
Linne, who had resisted the pleasure with gritted teeth, attempted a counterattack with superhuman mental strength.
Again, the scissor position is a posture that shares pleasure like a mirror.
To stimulate Linne’s protrusion, Eloa inevitably had to expose her own weak point.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Haa…! Kk…! Hic…!”
“Mmm… Hmph…! Kk…!”
In the midst of that, they were trying to target the other’s sensitive spots as much as possible, and conversely, hide their own weak spots as much as possible.
Naturally, the hip movements became more intense.
The pussy lips rubbed together more fiercely.
The sweat that had begun to flow in response to the heat made the skin that was touching even more slippery.
It was perhaps an extension of the sword dance that Eloa and Linne had performed in the garden.
Clitoris fighting, where they rubbed their erect clitorises together.
“Aah…!”
“Hngh…!”
The clear sword sounds were replaced by the sound of thick liquid stretching and sticking, and the clear shouts were replaced by hoarse moans.
Although the two had reached the pinnacle of their respective martial arts, the battle in a situation where they were melting into pleasure was nothing more than a mud fight.
As a pair of protrusions rubbed together, blocking the enemy’s attacks, and colliding again and again, a movement born of chance occurred.
Eloa’s relatively dainty sprout had slipped inside the skin of Linne’s sprout.
“Haaah…!”
Eloa, who was already struggling with pleasure, went limp from the warm sensation that enveloped her entire clitoris…
“Kyahhh…!”
Linne, feeling an orgasm as her sprout’s most sensitive root was targeted.
Both of their waists simultaneously shot up into the air.
Once again, they had reached their climax at the same time.
2.
“This is going to be endless…”
Siwoo said in a slightly dazed voice.
Of course, it was partly because the scene before him was incredibly alluring, but it was also because he had not anticipated that the two masters’ sparring would be carried out in such a perfect golden balance.
“Haaah…”
“Haa… Haa…”
The sheets between the two, who had achieved perfect synchronization with a total of four simultaneous climaxes, had already become a complete mess a long time ago.
Both Eloa and Linne were so exhausted that they could barely move.
At this point, Siwoo could no longer resist the urge to intervene.
While watching the two masters’ lewd brawl, his dick was so swollen that it would ejaculate if touched.
If he saw any more draws, he would die from dick rupture.
Then shouldn’t he enjoy himself a little too?
“Could you please stay like this for a moment?”
He placed a pillow under the waist of the master who was half-sprawled on the bed, then spread her legs.
He put his hands under Linne’s armpits, lifted her up, and placed her on top of the other master.
He didn’t know for sure, but perhaps the sticky play from earlier had narrowed the psychological distance between the two.
The two masters, with their dazed eyes, took the position without much resistance.
If he adjusted the position slightly in this state, a position that could be described as a ‘rice bowl’ would appear.
Why is a rice bowl a rice bowl?
It’s a rice bowl because something is placed on top.
Then, wouldn’t the true master rice bowl be completed by placing a master on top of a master?
“This is crazy.”
He hadn’t even touched them with a single finger, but it was already a spectacle, a breathtaking view.
It was an overwhelming view that he had imagined but thought he would never see in reality.
The masters had always had a subtle volume in their mounds.
The masters’ characteristic tightly closed pussies and Linne’s mochi pussy were glowing in a vivid pink, as if waiting to be penetrated.
In addition, it was the optimal position to fully appreciate the hole in Linne’s ass, which was on top.
What he particularly noticed was the gutter created by the pair of back pussies, a dick slide.
The canyon of pussy lips, overflowing with water like a water slide, looked slippery enough without any special lubricant.
“What are you going to do like this…?”
“Like this.”
Since he had put the first penetration sex right up as a prize, shouldn’t he avoid penetration out of conscience?
Siwoo lowered the master’s waist a little higher and Linne’s waist a little lower.
It was an extremely difficult position, but because the two were incredibly flexible, the optimal conditions were soon met.
He pushed his dick into the seemingly narrow gap.
-Swoosh! Squelch!
“Hic!”
“Hmph!”
The soft mounds were lewdly crushed as his dick forced its way in.
While his dick was being softly stimulated from all sides, the slightly opened two holes were slick and the sensation of them sticking together up and down was…
A pussy sandwich with the master’s grace doubled!
He had only moved his waist lightly once, but his dick, which had become smooth as if it had been inserted, was fully enjoying the soft stimulation.
It was a sensation of happiness that was softer than a handjob, so much so that he questioned whether it could even exist in this world.
-Squelch! Squelch!
There was a disadvantage that it wasn’t particularly pleasant to thrust too deeply due to the limitations of the body structure, but it was enough to just tickle the glans.
As Siwoo began to move his waist…
“Hng!”
“Mmph!”
Eloa and Linne, who had been awkwardly avoiding each other’s gazes while their bodies were pressed together, let out sticky moans.
Not only that, but Eloa had inadvertently hugged Linne like a cushion.
This was because the glans, which had glided over the labia majora due to the angle, naturally rubbed against the clitoris back and forth.
Moreover, the two’s sprouts were at their peak sensitivity due to the continuous climaxes.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Hngh! S-Siwoo…!”
“Kyaang! My love…!”
In that state, they were rubbing their dicks, which had an incomparably stronger rigidity than female genitalia, so it was no wonder that Eloa and Linne were playing a beautiful duet of moans.
Moreover, this was giving off a more rhythmic stimulation than he had expected.
Linne’s ass was heaving up and down, and the master’s waist was bending below, so the pressure naturally changed.
In addition, the pair of protrusions that were tickling his glans made Siwoo unconsciously grab Linne’s ass tightly and release the baby seeds he had been holding back.
-Burrrrrrr!
The hot semen spread between Linne’s and Eloa’s lower bellies, which were pressed tightly together.
“Hng!”
“Kyaang!”
It was a foregone conclusion that Linne and Eloa had achieved their fifth draw together, in sync with the rhythm of his throbbing dick.
