City of Witches Chapter 247

Not all kisses are the same.

It goes without saying, but the meaning contained within changes depending on who the partner is and what the situation is.

In that sense, the kisses shared with Periwinkle were filled with only three, yet singular, meanings.

Passion, lust, desire.

An intense desire strong enough to push all other distracting elements to the back of the mind follows.

"Mmph, hmm... smack..."

While firmly grasping Periwinkle's breasts, his fingertips toy with the pert nipples.

He pushes his tongue into her mouth as if invading it, letting saliva flow.

During this series of actions, Siwoo naturally removed his swimsuit.

Periwinkle was momentarily flustered by Siwoo's sudden change in attitude, but then leisurely accepted the kisses and caresses.

It wasn't clear whether her strategy had worked, or if Siwoo, who had been hesitant, had gotten excited upon seeing her attractive naked body.

But if there was something to look forward to, it was imagining how much of a lust-driven beast he would become when the main event started, given the fervor he was showing with just kisses.

"Haa.... mmm..."

Siwoo's hands, which had been kneading her breasts like dough, slid smoothly downward.

Far from shrinking away, Periwinkle slightly spread her legs, aiding Siwoo's caress.

Unlike his behavior before, which seemed believably that of a complete virgin, once the caresses began, Siwoo handled the female body quite skillfully.

The fact that he didn't grope clumsily or make exaggerated movements like in adult videos already earned him bonus points.

Even in this situation, the clear sense of consideration for the woman made her feel a bit pleased.

"Hmm.... mmm.... mmm...."

As the deep kiss continued, Periwinkle closed her eyes and felt fingertips begin to slowly stimulate her clit.

It wasn't a feeling of mindless rubbing or moving; he pressed the tip enveloped by the foreskin, the root of the clitoris, with a pressure akin to a cat kneading.

It's a caressing method that most reliably appeals to a woman when love juice secretion is insufficient or arousal is low.

Although there was no particular sensation at first, as the repeated action of uncovering and covering the sprout's shell continued, Periwinkle felt a tingling warmth rising in her lower abdomen.

The intense kiss, as if she were being devoured, was a bonus.

Around the time love juice, seeping out from the narrow vaginal opening, began to trickle down her butt crack, their lips parted.

"You're... more skilled than I thought?"

"You flatter me."

Periwinkle's face seen again after the kiss.

She was clearly putting on a front of composure, but a change from before was noticeable.

Cheeks flushed hotly as if made up, and navy blue pupils that wavered slightly upon meeting Siwoo's gaze.

The way she gulped down saliva as if her throat were parched revealed the familiar posture of a female in heat.

"Looks like you did it a lot with Evergreen, huh?"

Judging by the reaction alone, it's almost similar to Sharon's... but why is she picking a fight again all of a sudden?

It was so absurd that the blood that had rushed to his head to the extreme subsided a bit.

But actually, thank you.

If they had continued the heated atmosphere like this, he might have ended up in an awkward situation with mindless vaginal sex.

Siwoo inwardly expressed gratitude to Periwinkle, who had applied a slight brake to the desire that was hard to control.

"Lady Periwinkle."

"Yes?"

"You really meant it when you said you'd allow anything today, right?"

"My, why is a man so suspicious? I told you. I swear on my name as a Witch."

An expression that, while not spoken aloud, seemed to say, 'What could someone like you possibly do?'

Truthfully, she was surprised by Siwoo's technique, which was more skilled than expected, but her existing image of him remained.

Periwinkle thought that to get Siwoo, who had been endlessly submissive, to show even half of what he did with Evergreen, this level of provocation was necessary.

But moments later, she began to doubt her judgment.

"Understood."

Because four black Ribbons that suddenly extended from Siwoo's lower back instantly coiled around Periwinkle's limbs.

The Ribbons, composed of particles that seemed like they shouldn't exist in reality, were as soft as velvet, and so black they even gave the illusion of having no three-dimensionality.

"Huh...?"

Both arms were bound up to the elbows, both legs up to the mid-thighs.

A restraining force so strong that even a trial movement yielded no wiggle room.

It didn't seem like something simply crafted from magic power.

After all, the Maiden's Loom is one of the highest-tier magics when it comes to pure physical power.

Of course, being a blatantly obvious physical-type Magic, achieving a hit comes with great difficulty, but even for Periwinkle, a 20th Hierarchy Witch, once caught, there's no way to counter it with force.

"Wha, what is this? Aha? Right, this was the concept, wasn't it?"

"Correct. I thought you'd like it done this way too."

Siwoo answered with a smile.

Unlike the stiff, artificial smiles he had been giving until now, it was a rather confident smile.

Somehow, it resembled the smile of someone who had been dragged along but then flipped the board with a reversal move.

"Quite confident, aren't you? Let's see what amazing thing you're going to do to warrant this. Eek!"

Periwinkle's body flipped over in an instant.

Matching the force felt in her limbs, the Ribbon's pulling power was strong enough to easily handle a woman's weight in mid-air.

Even as they writhed freely like limbs, changing her position, there was absolutely no pressure on her actual limbs.

It confirmed his meticulous Magic control ability.

Periwinkle, dangling limply in a doggy-style position before Siwoo.

That appearance was exactly like a heroine ensnared by tentacles.

Periwinkle had fairly large breasts, but her pelvis and hip circumference were even wider.

A classic, fertile Westerner's line.

As he lightly grasped her devastatingly attractive buttocks, he felt a springiness one wouldn't expect from this size.

"Hmm..."

After stepping down from the bed and standing, their heights aligned.

Because their thighs were pressed together, it was like a closed Boji.

As he rubbed his cock against the petals as if tickling them, the already copious love juice, enough to flow to the floor, trickled down the shaft of his cock.

Periwinkle let out a drunken, nasal moan and waited for Siwoo's next move.

Glancing back, the size of the thing was, as seen before, not ordinary.

No, seeing it up close, 'Can something like that really go in?' A slight sense of unknown fear even arose.

-Squelch!

A sound of the moist petals parting and the tightly adhered vaginal mucosa stretching.Periwinkle's Boji pierced by the massive cock.

The bewitching sensation, as if sucking in the male member, was enough to make one's skin crawl.

Just the right elasticity, just the right softness, and a tight squeeze.

Her Boji, prickly like her lively personality, gradually opened its mouth and swallowed Siwoo's cock.

The inner labia being dragged and pushed inside added a particularly visual stimulus.

"Ugh... hng...!"

Even Periwinkle, who had tried to act nonchalant, couldn't withstand the pressure of the massive cock.

With her insides feeling completely full, even the air in her lungs seemed pushed out. Her eyes rolled back white, her body twisted, and she struggled to hold on.

"Kgh...! N-not bad... are you?"

Still, she was a Great Witch, after all.

And she hadn't made just one or two provocations.

If she showed she was feeling this good, it would be utterly humiliating.

Because if it got out that she, who had boldly declared, 'If you can make me feel good, try anything!' was already feeling it from the first insertion, even Periwinkle, who wanted beastly sex, would probably be unable to show her face.

"We haven't even started yet."

"Ha! Of course you'd say that."

• Slluuurp!

And as Siwoo pulled his cock out, she instantly had room to breathe.

The vaginal mucosa, fiercely clawing at Siwoo's cock as it was pulled out, just as it had during insertion.

Seeing the Boji flesh clinging to the shaft all the way to the end, as if begging him not to pull out, an impulse arose to just thrust into her until she screamed.

Judging by her reactions, it probably wouldn't be that difficult.

Compared to her tough act, maybe she didn't have much experience? That's how it seemed.

• Pop!

Perhaps due to the incredibly tight vaginal pressure, his cock pulled out with a sound like a cork popping, springing up magnificently and splattering a few drops of love juice onto Periwinkle's premium buttocks.

Periwinkle sensed an ominous feeling.

"Pulling out already? Don't tell me you're going to cum...?"

After all the effort to seduce him, is he a quick-shot master?

In and out, just a taste?

No, but with Sharon, he seemed like the very embodiment of virility...

Was he too excited by my body?

From behind the uneasy Periwinkle, Siwoo spoke.

"I intend to pleasure you, Witch, in my own way. Don't be too surprised."

At Siwoo's words, spoken as if to intimidate while repeatedly inserting and withdrawing his cock only into the front part of her vagina, Periwinkle snorted.

Just a moment ago, he was all flustered, and now he says 'Don't be too surprised' in such a serious tone...

Does he think the roleplay of cutting the bikini with a dagger and tying her up with the Ribbon worked quite well?

It even seemed a bit ridiculous.

"Yeah? What's your way.... Hey... w-wait? Hey! Hey!"

Periwinkle, who had been provocatively taunting Siwoo with ease, was genuinely flustered.

Siwoo, who had been using short thrusts to draw up love juice toward her butt crack.

He grabbed Periwinkle's buttock with one hand and his cock with the other and began rubbing it against somewhere.

The target was Periwinkle's Anal, which, due to its exceptionally nice shape and large buttocks, would probably be hard to see properly in a standing position.

Naturally, there was no pigmentation or the like.

There weren't many skin folds either; it was a pretty hole, tightly closed, that stirred a desire to open it up.

"You swore on your Witch Name. I kept my promise, so you should keep yours too, Periwinkle."

Even he thought it was a cunning idea.

Based on experience, anal intercourse delivered pleasure but did not trigger magic power amplification or payback.

Meaning, the possibility of Periwinkle coveting him excessively after having a good time with Siwoo's magic stick was greatly reduced.

It was Periwinkle's mistake to have said with her own mouth, 'Try anything!' and, perhaps looking down on Siwoo, to have even sworn on her Witch Name.

The sight of her, so confident until just now, flailing and panicking just because the glans was rubbed against her back hole,

apologies for saying so, was immensely satisfying.

"This isn't it, that's... that's... not the hole for putting it in!"

"That's prejudice. The term Anal sex exists, doesn't it?"

"But that's..."

In truth, since becoming a Witch, it was little more than a vestigial organ, a clean back passage, but

Periwinkle's pride and sensibility couldn't bring herself to utter the words 'dirty hole.'

Periwinkle hesitated, and Siwoo raised the signal fire of counterattack.

"But I clearly asked you, didn't I? Moreover, I remember the promise that today's events would absolutely not leave any lingering resentment."

"I..."

Periwinkle tried to find an excuse or a retort, but realized she was at a loss for words.

She was the one who first said, 'If you want to pleasure me, you can do anything.'

Furthermore, Siwoo had received a definite confirmation after re-questioning, and Periwinkle had even mocked him (though it was an act) as he received that confirmation.

"If you're going to change your words now... well, I suppose I should listen. Since you saved my life, Periwinkle."

"You're more brazen than you look, huh?"

"What have I done?"

She thought he was a pushover with a very meek face, who couldn't even properly take advantage.

To think he'd calmly scheme something like this.

Strictly speaking, it was a situation arising from a gap in information and perception between the two, rather than an intelligence difference, but Periwinkle couldn't help but keenly feel her mistake.

"What will you do?"

The swollen, hot glans pressed firmly against the back hole it had never touched before in her life.

Since both the spear and the hole were thoroughly soaked in love juice, if he aimed properly and pushed, it would probably go in.

"...Couldn't you go a little easy?"

"I'm really disappointed."

"Hey! I'm not saying I won't do it!"

Periwinkle struggled with all her might, trying to give him a piece of her mind, but the Ribbon wrapped around her body only allowed her torso to move.

Siwoo firmly grabbed Periwinkle's buttocks, which had been flapping like a live fish.

"You'll probably enjoy it."

The Witch's body scent, already deeply inhaled.

Moreover, the sight of that haughty Periwinkle unable to move, restless and anxious.

The combination of the two stimulated Siwoo's drive and sexual desire like a drug.

Periwinkle tightly closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and then answered.

Breaking a promise sworn on a Witch Name wouldn't cause any major catastrophe.

But swearing on a Witch Name is, in simple terms, no different from staking the honor of one's ancestors, encompassing mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and great-great-grandmother.

If one is determined to betray, they can, but it is one of those honors that must be kept.

"Fine, I'll do it, okay!"Siwoo firmly gripped Periwinkle's hips as she screamed, seemingly forgetting all dignity in her frustration.