City of Witches Chapter 274

A steadfast belief that refuses to compromise under any circumstance is called a conviction.

In this world, there are instances where two opposing convictions regarding a single issue stand in sharp confrontation.

For example.

Pouring sauce over sweet and sour pork. Not pouring it.

Fried eggs should be well-done. They should be runny.

Bacon should be soft and chewy. It should be crispy.

And peaches should be soft peaches. They should be firm peaches.

These are all significant issues without clear conclusions, but today, in this place, I was able to find an answer to at least the last debate.

The answer was here.

The perfectly plump, elastic buttocks and the soft, supple Boji flesh between them.

Master's peach-like buttocks, encompassing both softness and firmness, were the best.

-Swish, swish

The thick Boji, like a macaron that seems to yield to the pressure of the Glans but gently pushes the cock out if you let your guard down even slightly.

Siwoo rubbed the Glans against the entrance, where sweet, juice-like love juice hung in droplets.

“Ugh…!”

Eloa bit her lip tightly and swallowed a moan.

It was the sensation of her virgin entrance, which had never been opened before, being forced apart recklessly.

Startled by the sharp pain that made her shame and sense of betrayal vanish, Eloa's buttocks transformed into even firmer peaches.

The prolonged, passionate kiss had moistened Eloa's lower body, which knew nothing of such things, but it wasn't sufficient.

“Master, I think it will be difficult like this.”

That's right.

Eloa's Boji was an undeveloped region, with no experience of men, not even insertion during masturbation.

It was a Boji too untrained to accept Siwoo's thick cock, which could slap a Black person's cheek, without proper foreplay.

Even with the moist love juice, it felt insufficient, or perhaps it was naturally tense, making it hard to open up.

The tightness made it difficult to push the Glans in.

It seemed she would be in too much pain until it matured and became softer.

“Th-then what should we do?”

“May I help a little?”

“H-help…?”

Master's innocent appearance, so knowledgeable during sparring, for some reason stirred Siwoo's desire for conquest.

Siwoo slightly lowered his upper body as if kneeling.

Without giving Eloa a chance to react, he removed her panties and pants.

“Ah..!”

The training pants and panties sliding down her smooth calves.

Eloa suddenly found herself in a bottomless fashion.

“Uh…? Uh…? Uh…”

Siwoo then grabbed one of her legs.

Supporting her elastic thigh with his arm to help her maintain balance.

After that, as he lifted her leg straight up, Eloa's leg spread as flexibly as a ballerina's.

Eloa, now standing on one foot as if suddenly taking a ballet lesson.

Siwoo bore most of the weight of her leg, and her body was trained enough to handle this without issue.

There was no anxiety from the instability of the posture.

However, Siwoo was now crouched below Eloa with her legs spread.

The shame of having her hidden secret exposed right before her eyes made Eloa flustered.

“Wh-what kind of obscene posture is this? Haaah…!”

Siwoo paid no heed to Eloa's panic.

With her legs spread wide, he planted a deep kiss on her Boji, revealing its pink inner flesh.

Using his tongue to part the soft petals and perform a deep kiss.

“Hngg… Ugh!”

An act she had never imagined.

Eloa, who had her first kiss—and even her first kiss down there—stolen by Siwoo, whom she thought of as her disciple, tried to push his head away by grabbing his hair.

But he didn't budge an inch.

“Ah, I haven’t… properly washed yet… so… st-stop it….”

“It’s fine. There’s no smell at all.”

“It’s n-not about the smell… Haah…!”

It was true.

Although the salty taste of the love juice was strong on the tip of his tongue, it wasn't unpleasant at all.

Moreover, Eloa's body scent, beginning to waft thickly like a mind-numbing drug, was truly captivating.

He felt like he could do this all day.

“Ugh… Mm….”

Eloa leaned her upper body against the wall.

With one hand, she covered her mouth, and with the other, she unconsciously tugged at Siwoo's hair.

Such a lewd act, suddenly.

Unlike her thoughts, which couldn't keep up, her body reacted keenly.

“Haah…!”

Eloa, unable to cover her mouth, bit her lips and swallowed her moans.

Because the tongue playing at the entrance of her Boji climbed up the petals and touched Eloa's adorable bean.

Siwoo peeled back the skin skillfully covering her clit and began sucking it with pursed lips.

Siwoo's technique, naturally acquired through considerable experience, was too hardcore for Eloa, who was like untouched fresh snow.

The budding sprout, forced out from its deep slumber within the skin.

After enduring the wet, sticky caress, it was forcibly transformed into a pointed shape.

He was sucking it with just enough pressure to feel pleasure.

Not the feeling of ‘Is this pleasure?’ she felt alone last time, but an intense sensation as if being proclaimed, ‘This is pleasure.’

“Hngg…! Ugh…! Hngg…!”

Eloa repeatedly tugged at Siwoo's hair and swallowed her moans.

But no real strength was in her hands.

Not only was her body weak, but she was also being pummeled senseless by the pleasure she was feeling for the first time in her life.

“Haah… Ugh… St-stop it… Ugh… Uuugh…”

He wouldn't listen even if she pleaded.

Siwoo sucked on Eloa's exposed clitoris, relentlessly rubbing the captured sprout with the tip of his tongue.

“Hnggughugh…!!!”

She couldn't let Siwoo hear such an embarrassing voice.

Instinctively, Eloa swallowed her moans, but that was all she could do.

Eloa's trembling body shook violently.

The accumulated mileage of pleasure had reached a light climax.

“Haah… Haah… Hngg… Hnggugh…”

As Siwoo lowered her leg, Eloa naturally returned to a doggy-style position.

Her legs, with knees tightly together, trembled from her thighs to her toes.

The fact that her buttocks twitched automatically without being touched meant she was still feeling the aftermath of her climax.

“Ah… Ah… Ugh…”

The clitoris, which had just been teased in his mouth, still tingled and radiated pleasure.

Her crotch, which was only moderately wet before, was now soaked, draping silver threads down to her thighs.Now I think I understand why Periwinkle had reacted that way.

When faced with such a situation, no matter how hard one tries to maintain dignity, it inevitably crumbles away.

"Are you alright?"

"I, I'm fine... but that's enough now... please stop the magic power..."

That's why I must go this far.

If she endures more of this, far from holding back her moans, she'll end up crying out pathetically.

Even in this situation, Eloa cannot show such disgraceful behavior to Siwoo.

As Eloa made a futile, firm resolve, Siwoo gripped her buttocks.

Feeling his thick palm settle over her buttocks like a handle, Eloa suddenly remembered something.

If things continue like this, Siwoo will see her back hole.

Just like with Periwinkle, the shameful sight of that unclean hole squirming would be exposed in all its detail.

Moreover, what if Siwoo takes an interest and tries to explore from behind...

A shudder ran down her spine.

This was Eloa, who had felt pain just from attempting to insert something in the front.

Taking a cock into her back hole, which was much tighter and clenched shut, was impossible even if she considered it a hundred times over.

"W-wait a moment...!"

"Didn't you say we need to finish quickly?"

Siwoo pressed Eloa, as if waiting any longer was difficult.

Normally, she should have felt bewildered by his sudden change in demeanor, but Eloa's thoughts didn't reach that point.

She had neither the composure nor the leisure for it.

Eloa hastily freed one hand and gently placed it between the cleft of her buttocks.

It was a desperate hand mosaic to prevent him from possibly inserting or seeing.

"I, I'm ready now..."

Even Siwoo, unaware of the detailed circumstances, could roughly guess.

It was Eloa's desperate effort to somehow hide her shameful hole, even while having sex.

The gesture of Eloa, who had always taught Siwoo in every way as a master, seemed to say, 'I don't know anything.'

Each and every one of those gestures only served as a catalyst for excitement.

He had never dreamed that the strict Eloa could be this adorable.

"Then, I'll insert it."

Siwoo's cock finally pushed its way into Eloa's thoroughly soaked Boji.

"Mmh... hmph..."

The sexual arousal induced through foreplay isn't merely to increase the amount of lubricant.

The vaginal mucosa, naturally relaxed through pleasure, accepts the cock much more comfortably.

"Kgh... mmh... mmm...!!"

Siwoo's hips slowly advancing, and Eloa's heels slowly lifting as if in synchronization.

The cock, forcibly pioneering the tight passage, finally pierced through Eloa's Hymen.

"Haaah...!"

With a sound like a cat panting.

Eloa's back arched like a bow, and her hair became thoroughly disheveled.

As if she had no strength left to cover her anus, she quickly braced both hands against the wall, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Was it because she had prepared sufficiently?

The pain itself wasn't much.

However, the triple assault of the foreign object sensation, the heat, and the pulse inside her body left Eloa unable to do anything.

"Wow..."

Siwoo, who had finally inserted his cock almost completely.

A sigh of admiration escaped him.

One fact you can immediately perceive when inserting a finger.

A woman's vaginal opening isn't a straight line.

It's fundamentally composed of winding, folded mucosa, and the sensation during insertion varies greatly depending on the texture of that mucosa.

In that sense, the Boji, imbued with the Master's grace, was a type of skilled lover he had never experienced before.

The insertion itself is smooth.

It didn't have the feeling of melting and clinging stickily like Yebin's, or the mischievous, slightly rough, grazing sensation like Sharon's, but it was extremely tight while also being smooth and gently enveloping the cock.

However, beyond a certain depth, a change occurred.

He could feel the winding, three-fold curves and the firm vaginal muscles at each bend, squeezing his cock in turn.

Even though he had only inserted it, the sensation of the area below the Glans, the middle of his cock, being softly kneaded was ecstasy itself.

Had she, who had trained her Spirit Body to its limits, unknowingly trained her inner flesh as well?

He hadn't expected to confirm Takasho's advice that the firmness of a woman who exercises is different in this way.

"I'll move slowly."

"Hoo... hmm... a-alright... Please, please be gentle... just a little... I beg you..."

Siwoo firmly gripped Eloa's buttocks as she moaned.

Naturally, her thick Labia parted, allowing for smoother insertion.

Additionally, he could intermittently observe the cherry blossom-colored wrinkles of her backside twitching, so Siwoo had nothing to complain about.

• Squelch!

Siwoo slowly pulled the object out and then pushed it back in.

"Hahp...!"

He didn't pull out long, nor did he push in deep.

Yet, Eloa let out a moan as if she had been struck.

The difference was that it was mixed with a sweet, nasal tone.

• Squish!

Once again, he pulled his cock out and pushed it back in.

While surprised by the tight, wave-like clenching of her Boji around his cock, Eloa let out another moan, "Ahhk!"

It wasn't a reaction of protesting pain, but one of sinking into pleasure.

Siwoo began to seriously grip Eloa's waist and move back and forth.

"Hahp... mmm..! Mp! Mp! Hrrmp!"

With each withdrawal and thrust, the Master made cute sounds, desperately suppressing her moans.

As the reciprocating motion progressed, the gradually deepening insertion depth bestowed pleasures she had never even imagined, like a bouquet of flowers.

"Master."

"Hrrruuuhhht...!"

Amidst the brain-melting pleasure and confusion, when Siwoo called Eloa, her Boji suddenly twitched and kneaded his cock.

Because even while helplessly sinking into pleasure, Siwoo's address of "Master" instilled a strange sense of guilt and betrayal in Eloa.

"Master, does it feel good?"

Finding her reaction amusing, Siwoo unknowingly asked.

Moreover, his subtly teasing tone made Eloa unconsciously bow her head deeply and shake it side to side.

She couldn't open her mouth.

Because she felt a sense of crisis that if she opened her mouth now, she would cry out sweetly.

Eloa's will not to show such a state to her disciple was manifesting desperately.

But resolves are fleeting.

Siwoo had prepared a gift for Eloa, who wasn't giving a proper answer.

Until now, he had controlled the insertion depth out of consideration for her, who might be suffering from the shock of the breach... but this much should be sufficient.Aiming the glans at the cervix within the Boji, which boasts three levels of curves and presents a ferocious tightness.

When the glans, advancing smoothly like a torpedo swimming through an undersea canyon, made contact with the cervix—utterly bewildered by the unprecedented pleasure it was experiencing for the first time—

“Haaah, aah, haaauuung…!”

Eloa had no choice but to be sunk by the explosion of a rapturous orgasm.

Author’s Note (Afterword)

+I originally intended to end with this chapter, but I failed to control the flow.

I think controlling the “rice cake scenes” is truly the most difficult part.

+Actually, I agonized for about three hours over whether Master Tiferet should have a bush or not.

However, since athletic women somehow suit a bare look, I tearfully removed it.