Chapter 690 – #139_Seven Falls, Eight Rises (4)
#690
1.
Now, it’s become more than just familiar; anal sex with Rinne has become a part of my daily routine.
The two of us finished preparing as naturally as an old couple.
“Chuuup, chuuup….”
She grabbed my dick, put it in her mouth, and sucked.
Rinne, with her awkward fellatio, managed to get my dick hard.
“I think that’s enough.”
“Understood.”
She was about to lie down with a languid motion.
When Rinne’s iris-like, pure back, still wearing only stockings like yesterday, was revealed, Siwoo spoke.
“Just a moment, Master. I want to enjoy it with a different position.”
“Position?”
“How about lying down like this? Facing me. Oh, and give me the clothes you took off.”
Rinne, who doesn’t allow even a little compromise in daily life or during sparring.
But in this tea room, she listens very well.
It’s to match Siwoo’s taste, but from an observer’s point of view, it can’t help but feel like a conquest.
Just a few hours ago, Rinne was beating Siwoo up, but now she’s doing a butt show just to please his dick.
“Is the position okay?”
“…….”
But the reason for changing the position wasn’t for desire or to collect Rinne’s position guidebook.
To defeat Rinne, who is challenging me with seven falls and eight rises even after what happened yesterday, shouldn’t new content be added?
The rear-entry position is inevitably a position where you don’t make eye contact.
The close anal position I had with Rinne until now was also done while looking at the back of her head.
The presence or absence of eye contact is important when it comes to shame.
The reason why human eyes have a large white area is that eyes are the primary channel for non-verbal communication.
In the case of emotions that are strongly influenced by the gaze of others, such as shame, just facing each other and exchanging glances vertically increases the degree of shame.
This could also be derived from experience.
For example, Amelia, who is very shy, becomes more actively immersed in the situation and easily blurts out embarrassing lines when she wears an eye mask during role-playing.
Conversely, if you make her say lewd things while looking at her eyes, she doesn’t know what to do.
In other words, even if it’s the same level of act, the point of the operation was to reduce the threshold by facing each other head-on.
Thus, the decided position was missionary.
Rinne’s discarded kimono was unfolded and used as a makeshift blanket, and the belt was rolled up and placed behind Rinne.
If it were insertion into the front hole, it would be better to put it on the waist to adjust the angle, but as you know, anal sex has a slightly different angle.
Therefore, it was easier to insert by adding a cushion near the tailbone to increase the height of the buttocks themselves.
When Rinne’s feet, with her legs spread, are facing the sky, it becomes a position that is halfway between the missionary position and the position on a curve….
“…….”
This position.
It has a stronger visual destructive power than I thought.
Rinne’s plump breasts and the long navel decorating her white belly.
Even her tightly closed mochi pussy facing the sky is clearly visible.
If you let your guard down for a moment and look ahead, a luxurious sight that makes you suddenly feel the blissful satisfaction of ‘Am I doing this with a woman like this?’
There’s even an impulse to bend Rinne’s legs back and do a mating press.
I rubbed my sticky dick, which was a 10% Rinne saliva and 90% oil mixture, against her bumpy back folds.
“I’m going to insert it.”
“…….”
In comparison, Rinne’s reaction is almost non-existent.
Contrary to expectations, even after pushing the tip of my glans in and opening the anal entrance, she only slowly blinks her eyes.
Her focus is completely lost, and she’s not even looking at Siwoo.
Is she just too drunk and her head isn’t working properly?
Comparing it to the way Rinne looked when she was drunk in Dignity Town, it’s plausible.
“I’m going to move.”
“…….”
“Master, I’m going to move.”
“I’m listening.”
“Can I move?”
“…Do it.”
-Squelch!
Siwoo’s impression after moving his waist once was ‘It’s much smoother than usual.’
Of course, Rinne, who had almost lost her tightness due to the development projects, was like a new product.
Nevertheless, due to the nature of the back pussy, it boasted a tremendous sense of pressure….
Perhaps it’s because the tension that was there without me knowing was released as she drank, but it moves much more easily.
Also, her body temperature itself is very high, and it feels like my dick is melting like a Melona.
“Huk!”
No.
If I get caught up in this seductive hole, things that could have been resolved will get tangled up.
I harden my heart again and say as if declaring it.
“Master, it’s still okay for me to do as I want today, right?”
“…….”
“Master, I’m doing as I please? It’s okay for me to play with your back pussy as much as I want, right?”
“…Do it.”
Rinne responds with a still listless voice to Siwoo’s mockery.
The thought that comes to mind after going through this strange communication is, ‘Isn’t this quite criminal?’
Isn’t this a degenerate disciple who has gotten his master drunk and is now violating her while she is unable to resist?
I don’t know if there are police in Hexennacht, but if you only saw this scene, you’d be going to jail.
“…….”
Thinking that, I look at Rinne, who is now closing her eyes.
Shame or embarrassment is secondary, and it seems like she just wants to sleep because she’s sleepy.
If that’s the case, why did she drink?
“Hmm?”
Wait a minute.
Wouldn’t this be a good thing?
If I leave her to sleep like this, I can skip the night without having to cross a dangerous river, right?
My dick is angry, saying, ‘What the hell are you talking about,’ but if I think about it calmly, it’s actually a good thing.
At that moment, Rinne’s eyelids slowly rose.
“Move. I’m not sleeping.”
“If you’re tired, just sleep. I’m tired too.”
It’s not an exaggeration, it’s true.
Didn’t I get dragged here without even getting a proper rest?
But Rinne, with the pitifulness of a match girl, struggled to close her eyes and shook her head.
“Keep, keep going.”
After that, there’s no need to explain much.
Because it was just the same repetition.
-Squeak, squeak, squeak
Her white legs, stretched towards the sky, sway like a ballet as her waist moves.
Only small, lewd mating sounds flow quietly without moans.
Rinne is being violated with no reaction, like a doll, except for occasionally shaking her head from side to side.
Looking at her, I am once again immersed in a strange feeling.
“…….”
Rinne was just closing her eyes blankly, feeling the sensation of her body shaking up and down and the foreign object penetrating deep inside.
According to the original plan, she was going to participate in more daring acts by borrowing the excuse of being drunk.
Since the cow was confirmed to be a bad example, she was planning to make sounds like a cat, and even if he asked for very, very embarrassing lines, she was planning to go along with it.
But Rinne, who was not used to alcohol, didn’t know.
That a moderate amount of alcohol makes you forget your shyness and gives you boldness, but excessive drinking only brings lethargy.
And for Rinne, three cups of sake were enough to be excessive.
Her head throbs as if it’s being hit by a hammer.
Her shallow plan failed.
The moment she grasped that fact in her confused mind.
The self-deprecation that she had been trying to put off leaks out like a sealed toxic chemical.
Why was I even doing this?
It’s an unsuitable and futile act.
The ridiculous hope that I had been holding onto due to compulsion, without any conviction, has only returned covered in humiliation.
Let’s stop.
Instead of holding on while talking about opportunity costs, let’s look for a completely different method.
“…Kuhoo….”
A slightly quickened breath leaks out from between Rinne’s lips as she makes that resolution.
It was a familiar sensation now.
It was because her ‘back,’ which had been continuously stimulated by his thing, was crying out for an orgasm.
Her toes curling up on their own, her body trembling, her back twitching, it’s all the same.
No.
It should have been the same.
“…Eup?”
Rinne opened her eyes.
At first, she thought she had been stabbed by a sharp object.
Or that she had been electrocuted.
Soon, she realizes that both of those were wrong assumptions.
Rinne reflexively traces the origin of this sensation.
It started from the back hole where Shin Siwoo’s thing was inserted and went up to her lower abdomen.
“……?”
What is happening?
Rinne couldn’t understand anything.
She wondered if it was a sign of magic amplification, so she checked the flow of magic around Shin Siwoo, but there was no change in the flow of magic, and Shin Siwoo wasn’t doing anything special either.
He’s just slowly moving his waist, with a slightly frowning face, as if it’s hard to move.
-Squeak, squeak, squeak
Soon, the intensity of the strange sensation gradually begins to intensify in accordance with that movement.
It’s ticklish. It’s warm. It’s hot. It’s stinging. It’s burning. It’s throbbing. It’s numb.
And… it feels good?
An indescribable sensation that she has never felt before.
Like smelling a jumbled mix of perfumes and not being able to guess the raw materials at all.
A vast wave of new sensations is pounding her whole body.
These are the same sensations that Rinne experienced before becoming an apprentice witch.
Sensations that she had forgotten for hundreds of years.
“…Woo.”
In fact, this was the result of a series of coincidences.
First coincidence.
All sword witches have lived with a curse of deficiency imprinted on them.
If the autonomous defense reacted sensitively to this curse, the spirit body would have become an endless battlefield of tug-of-war, like a patient with an immune disorder.
Because the fight between the imprint, the most important element that makes up a witch, and the autonomous defense based on the instinct to survive would have begun.
Therefore, unless the autonomous defense was completely deactivated, it was necessary to loosely suppress the autonomous defense to maintain the curse at all times.
The reason why Rinne gets drunk so quickly even if she only drinks a little is also for the same reason.
Second coincidence.
But no matter how intentional it was, a flaw is a flaw.
The balance between the curse of deficiency and the autonomous defense was not very perfect.
When Rinne’s alco-trash constitution, which is extremely vulnerable to alcohol, was added to this….
The autonomous defense is strongly activated to prevent internal injuries caused by acute alcohol poisoning.
In this process, the curse of deficiency was temporarily suppressed.
If it had only been up to this point, there might not have been any problems.
In the first place, if it was a curse that could be easily resolved, it wouldn’t have been considered a curse that would be carried painfully for a lifetime.
Even if Rinne had taken a bath in this state, she wouldn’t have felt any stimulation.
Third coincidence.
But Rinne’s body had been trained until now.
Although she hadn’t felt any pleasure, she had completed early education for anal orgasms based on frequent and regular relationships.
Although she has never felt pleasure, her body alone is an elite who has studied abroad all the way to Hong Kong.
A malfunction where the autonomous defense and the curse of deficiency don’t match.
The matured pleasure that was inflicted through that gap is sweeping over Rinne like a wave.
“Haa….”
Even so, a curse is a curse.
The pleasure that Rinne feels through orgasm was only about 1/10th of the pleasure that a normal woman feels.
But if a person who has only eaten bile their whole life puts half an orange in their mouth for the first time….
How intense would that stimulation be?
The answer to that would soon be shown by Rinne.
