City of Witches Chapter 313

Siwoo did not hesitate to kiss every part of Eloa's body.

He lovingly caressed her entire form, which boasted a small, elastic, yet feminine softness, as if covering it with devotion.

From the perspective of receiving such caresses for nearly an hour, her entire body had no choice but to melt into a pliant state.

It felt as if all the bones and muscles in her body had disappeared.

There wasn't a single place where she could muster any proper strength.

At first, the kisses were simply pleasant.

The feeling of being loved from head to toe.

She twisted her body this way and that from the Sensual Aura and excitement given by the soft lips and tongue grazing her skin.

However, as time passed, she could discern Siwoo's pattern of behavior.

Siwoo was clearly giving Eloa affection.

Yet, he never directed his caresses to the erogenous zones where she could feel direct pleasure.

Even when he gently caressed her chest with his tongue, he would teasingly and slyly move elsewhere, showing only the slightest hint of nearing the areola, let alone her nipple.

While he placed his hands on other areas as if massaging her body, he didn't even come near her panties, which were soaked through with love juice to the point that the inside was completely visible.

"Haa… haa… haa…."

No matter how much Eloa arched her back or rubbed her damp thighs together, Siwoo continued his stubbornly monotonous caresses.

Once again, his tongue smoothly rolled over Eloa's chest.

Just a little more, just a little higher, and it would shamelessly touch her stiffly erect nipple.

Biting her lip and holding her breath, Eloa let out a frustrated sigh as she watched the lips disappear into the distance again.

"Haaa…."

Why wasn't he doing anything?

Why was he only tormenting her like this, not even taking off her panties?

Unlike her lower body, which was becoming drenched, her throat was parched and dry.

The tingling sensation that even evoked a sense of longing was already making Eloa pant more than the intoxication.

Just how long did he plan to keep her gasping like this?

"Si… Siwoo…."

Siwoo, who had been playfully biting and releasing the panty string caught on her pubic bone, looked up at Eloa.

His tone was as innocent as if he knew nothing.

"Yes, Master. Did you have something to say?"

Did she have something to say?

Of course she did.

To now tease other places, even more embarrassing areas, with that mouth and tongue.

She wanted to flirt, asking him to put that hot thing inside her like he did in the rainwater tunnel.

But how could she possibly do that?

"Nothing, n… no…."

Just lying sprawled out with her clothes open in front of Siwoo already required unspoken courage and resolve.

She couldn't bring herself to utter seductive phrases like Sharon had done before or beg for anything further.

"Hng… huuu… uup…."

In the end, Eloa, having become a limp doll, received kisses that were like caresses yet not quite caresses.

Before even five minutes had passed, Eloa came up with a very good idea.

It was to subtly guide Siwoo to realize what she wanted without him noticing.

"Si, Siwoo."

"Yes, Master."

"Are… are you… alright?"

Eloa's gaze flickered toward Siwoo's pants.

Between his legs, boasting a pillar as imposing as a 24-person tent.

It meant that Siwoo was holding back just as much as she was.

"I am perfectly fine."

"Is… that so?"

"You're quite drunk. No matter how much I want you, I can't recklessly do anything without your permission."

The urge to retort, 'Is it okay to strip me naked and suck on me without permission then?' rose to the tip of her tongue.

But this situation was entirely of Eloa's own making.

She tightly closed her eyes and let out ragged breaths again.

Her long, pretty-colored eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's antennae.

Eloa's face fell as her last resort fizzled out more pointlessly than a water rocket.

She was sure she had said that just for today, she would permit everything.

Didn't Siwoo misunderstand the meaning? Such doubts even arose.

It was dizzying.

The heat of desire, even hotter than the warmth of the whiskey, added to the mix, making her feel dizzy as if suffering from heatstroke.

She wanted to be touched.

She wanted to be fondled.

Whatever it was, she desperately wished he would do more.

In her mind, clouded and consumed by instinct, Eloa felt an insane sense of frustration.

"Siwoo…!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Eloa called out to Siwoo.

Siwoo, who had been tickling her navel, looked up.

Eloa couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye and whispered with her gaze lowered.

Though it was less of a whisper and more of her voice caught in shame.

"Is… isn't there… another place… you want to kiss…?"

"Master, I didn't catch that."

"I asked… if there isn't another place… you want to kiss…."

"A place I want to kiss?"

Eloa gave a small nod.

She felt like her head would explode from shame and embarrassment.

"Does Master have a place she wants more?"

But even seeing Eloa like that, Siwoo only acted more clueless.

Eloa felt something surge up within her.

It was vexing.

He knew full well, yet he insisted on getting a clear answer.

For the first time since meeting him, the impulse to smack the back of his head boiled up inside her.

"Ah…."

At that moment, while Eloa was distracted by various random thoughts, Siwoo's hand moved toward her panties.

Holding the elastic, he skillfully pulled out the Ribbon, lifted her hips, and smoothly slid off the panties, which were in a pitiful state.

Simultaneously, Eloa's slit was revealed.

Even in the dim light, it was clearly visible.

The thick, large Labia, stubbornly closed as if proclaiming that this inside was a precious place, absolutely not to be shown.

Her Boji, shaped like a pretty macaron, glistened as if coated in sugar syrup.

Following the fissure about the length of a finger upward, a cute little sprout could be seen, having pushed through its shell and germinated on its own.

The sprout of pleasure, densely packed with erogenous zones, was fully engorged and in an extremely sensitive state.

Just from a waft of breath, Eloa's firm inner thighs were seen twitching.

Overwhelmed by suffocating shame, Eloa covered her face with both palms.

She already knew she was wet.

But seeing her cooling lower half and the panties Siwoo was holding, the reality of her lewd appearance truly hit her.

"Master, this is…."

With a surprised expression, Siwoo held up Eloa's panties to show her.Now every little movement she makes out of shyness is unbearably adorable.

Enough to make a small sadistic desire bloom, wanting to make things just a bit more difficult for her.

Eloa protested in a creeping voice, squirming.

"It's sweat... sweat...."

"......"

"You knew all along... didn't you...?!"

That's right.

There's no way Siwoo, who had been meticulously caressing her from head to toe, wouldn't have known.

Part of her wanted to push Siwoo away and flee outside.

"My apologies, Master. I made a mistake."

A mistake?

What does that even mean?

"If I'd known you'd end up like this, I should have taken care of it for you sooner."

"No, no, no, no, I can do it myself.... Haaaah...!"

Eloa, realizing the meaning of his words too late and trying to stop Siwoo.

Her waist arches up.

Her legs stretch out stiffly, enough to get a cramp, and her body shudders.

-Slurp... Slurrrp...

Because Siwoo had just licked Eloa's Boji, which was undoubtedly a mess with her love juice.

Even though it's the genital area, not every part feels pleasure equally.

Especially the swollen vulva, engorged with love juice, has a sensitivity similar to the inner thighs.

But Eloa had been teased for far too long.

Moreover, the sexual excitement of 'having her shameful place licked' and the humiliation of 'having her dirty place sucked on' sparkle in a riot of colors in Eloa's mind.

"Si...Si...Siwoo..."

Eloa's voice, trembling sweetly.

And Siwoo's coiling tongue and lips finally reached Eloa's greatest weakness.

The moment they touched her clitoris, which was standing erect to a dangerously sharp point.

"Hii... Uuuuuh...!"

Eloa's waist shook obscenely back and forth.

The tightly closed labia twitched and spewed love juice, and Eloa, throwing her head and waist back, let out a distant moan.

"You seem to like this place especially more than kisses elsewhere."

"Huuuh...! Uuuh...! Haaah...!"

Siwoo's sly laughter.

Eloa slowly recalled one fact.

Siwoo loses a significant amount of self-control when he smells her hair scent.

And tonight, having been close to and apart from Eloa again and again, he must have inhaled her body scent deeply.

In other words, the Siwoo right now is a bit different from the Siwoo Eloa knows.

-Smooch! Smoooch! Smooch!

"Hiiik! Siwoo...! Don't do thaaat...!"

What followed was the same as before.

Siwoo's lips sucking on Eloa's clitoris as if giving light kisses.

The relentless play of his tongue, mercilessly tormenting the clit whose epidermis was completely stripped away.

The difference was that now Eloa had been lonely for days on end, and due to over an hour of tantalizing foreplay, her lust had risen to its peak.

It felt like blades made of pleasure were stabbing deep into her body.

Sparks flashed and crackled before her eyes.

-Smoooch! Smoooch! Smooch!

"Hngk! Si... Siwoo...! St... stop it... ple...! Haaaaah!"

"Don't say that. You like it this much, don't you?"

Because of that, she could only let out such disgraceful cries and helplessly writhe her spread legs.

The current Eloa was nothing more than a female creature perfectly ripened into a state ideal for being devoured.

"Haa, ha, I don't like it at all...! I swea... I..."

Eloa's pleading voice cut off abruptly.

Her buttocks clenched hard and her breath stopped.

Something like a massive explosion, the hot, sweet flames that had been piled up layer by layer in her lower abdomen, set her body ablaze.

As if time, which had stopped, began to flow again, Eloa started thrashing.

"Hhaaaaaah!!!!"

-Thud!

Her forcibly thrown-back head hit the bed frame, but she felt no pain.

The sheets gripped in her hands were crumpled and creased, on the verge of tearing.

She came.

She came so spectacularly that it was incomparable to when she did it alone.

It even felt as good as when she reached climax through intercourse with Siwoo.

Eloa's waist sensually undulates.

Even though he had licked her clean, from her Boji, which had become wet again, droplets of love juice splatter onto the white sheets as she dances the unrestrained dance of climax.

Eloa's disgraceful display, her legs trembling madly as if unable to bear the pleasure, continued for over 20 seconds.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

She seemed to have no strength left to hide her own heaving, rising and falling chest.

Eloa's thoroughly disheveled hair embroidered the pillow like golden thread.

Sweat seeped from her entire body, and her Boji, still tingling with the afterglow of pleasure, repeatedly contracted and relaxed intermittently, demanding even greater pleasure.

Eloa instinctively realized.

If she hadn't been a Witch.

That is, if she hadn't possessed a 'Spirit Body' that doesn't expel unnecessary waste...

She undoubtedly would have caused a major disaster on these sheets when she felt the orgasm just now.

The hour of foreplay, Siwoo's skilled technique, and Eloa's long period of Chastity Vow had delivered a pleasure intense enough to loosen the muscles of her urethra and bladder.

The warm, hazy feeling of happiness after climax.

A languor, as if her body were buried in a top-tier bed, washed over Eloa.

At the end of her blurred focus, she saw Siwoo smiling broadly.

He had somehow taken off his clothes and was now naked.

His firm muscles and his lower body, boasting a strangely imposing majesty, were throbbing.

Eloa felt fear.

If she were to be impaled on that thing right now, as she is...

Would she really be able to maintain her sanity?

Didn't she need a bit of a break?

Eloa, who had subtly been pulling her body back and climbing towards the edge of the bed while Siwoo was using his mouth.

Siwoo grabbed Eloa's thigh and pulled her back down.

"Master seems to like kisses on the clitoris more. I learned something good."

"Tha...that's... not it..."

The sense of crisis at the thought of being penetrated by that huge thing in this hypersensitive state.

And the shame from Siwoo's subtle teasing left Eloa at a loss.

Siwoo held Eloa's stiffly stretched thighs and gently spread them apart.

Her legs, offering no resistance, opened flexibly, tracing an M shape.

-Schlup

Eloa's tightly closed Boji also parted slightly, exposing the pinkish entrance.

Because it was already so thoroughly soaked, that alone produced a mouth-watering sound.

"Master, thank you for always teaching me this and that."

"Hiyk!"

As the hot thing touched her fully erect clit, Eloa flinched and curled her waist.

Part of her wanted to close her disgracefully spread legs as well.

But Siwoo, firmly holding her legs, wouldn't allow it.

"But it seems I have more to teach you today."

Siwoo's thing began rubbing up and down along Eloa's small fissure.Author's Note (Afterword)

This scene is going to be a bit long.