City of Witches Chapter 316

In the dizzying pleasure that made her head spin, Eloa had lost the thread of reason.

“Huhu…”

Eloa, who had been breathing out through her nose as if sleep-talking, came to her senses.

What exactly had happened?

From gathering up dirty words to try and stop Siwoo…

To the moment Siwou suddenly picked up the pace and she received his cock deep into her womb.

All the memories came rushing back.

“Ah…”

Eloa let out a low sigh, belated embarrassment washing over her.

Looking around, the ribbons that had bound her hands and feet were gone.

Instead, she was nestled snugly in Siwoo’s embrace.

“You’re awake?”

A chilling hypothesis suddenly occurred to Eloa.

Could it be she had been unconscious all night?

Had the final night ended just like that?

“Si, Siwoo… what time is it now?”

“You were only out for a moment. About a minute, I think.”

“Hoo…”

Thank goodness.

Eloa swept a hand over her chest, which had gone cold with worry.

If she had ended the most important moment of her life without properly finishing it, she would have regretted it forever.

“I’m sorry. I think I got too carried away.”

Then Siwoo wrapped his arms around Eloa’s shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

He held her in his embrace, gently stroked her hair, and even kissed her forehead, treating her with utmost care.

Truth be told, Eloa had been quite startled.

Even though she knew Siwoo on the bed was a bit different, actually being on the receiving end of it made her feel completely different.

However, the unfamiliarity and a certain unease she felt towards him evaporated cleanly in the warmth of Siwoo’s affectionate treatment.

Filling that space was the tangible feeling of being loved.

It felt like something might well up and bring tears to her eyes.

She was happy.

Happy enough to wish this night would never end.

Happy enough not to care at all about the shameful sight she had shown, or the ones she would show in the future.

“As I said… a moment ago… you are a coward.”

“Master was just too sexy, I wanted to tease you a little.”

Eloa looked up at Siwoo, who was holding her tightly, with moist eyes.

“Is this… really something you like?”

“A bit perverted, right?”

“…To be honest, I’m thinking you’re beyond help… Making your Master say such things… Are you in your right mind?”

Though it sounded like a scolding on the surface, her tone was unconsciously laced with a coquettishness.

Eloa was a little surprised to think she seemed like a child throwing a tantrum.

Because she didn’t feel any particular aversion to acting that way.

“…But it must be something you like, right?”

If Siwoo liked it, she could endure a little embarrassment.

If not today, she wouldn’t be able to do it for him in the future, so why not give him everything he wants right now?

Eloa kissed Siwoo’s cheek and pressed her lips close to his ear.

“Siwoo…”

It was still embarrassing to say.

But she mustered a little more courage.

“W-was… my, my body… delicious?”

She could feel Siwoo flinch as if surprised.

Well, of course he would.

Eloa wouldn’t normally say such things.

Moreover, Eloa’s whispering voice was filled, even to her own ears, with a sticky, seductive charm.

In fact, even this was a toned-down version.

Originally, a different word should have gone in place of ‘body,’ but she couldn’t bring herself to compromise that much.

Suppressing her burning face, she carefully took Siwoo’s thing in her hand.

He must have just ejaculated, yet the size and rigidity growing in an instant.

Forming a ring with her thumb and index finger, Eloa clumsily stroked his cock while continuing to whisper in his ear.

“If… if you want more… y-you can… devour me as much as you want…”

Is this the right way to do it?

She didn’t know.

She didn’t even know what point excited Siwoo.

But tonight, she would simply do her best to make Siwoo happy.

“First… my… m-mouth… mouth… mouth… mouth…”

She remembered that in Sharon’s case, she had combined it with a vulgar term for female genitalia, but after a long struggle, she gave up.

It was a word too embarrassing to ever utter aloud.

“…I’ll do it with that.”

“Are you sure? If it’s too much for you…”

“Siwoo… I, too, want to make you happy.”

-Smack!

Without waiting for Siwoo’s answer, Eloa quickly kissed his nape.

Like Siwoo had done, she used her tongue and mouth to nibble and lick every nook and cranny of his body.

With her eyes gently closed, Eloa’s face, as she licked every part of Siwoo’s upper body, was flushed a deep crimson.

According to the sexual notions Eloa had learned from Teacher Sua…

For a woman to take the initiative in caressing a man and leading the sexual act was immodest.

Eloa was bearing that shame and taking the lead in caressing him.

“Smack, slurp… nibble…”

Even though it shouldn’t be that difficult, Eloa’s awkwardness clearly showed it was her first time doing this.

As Eloa, crawling down slowly, showering him with kisses, reached Siwoo’s lower abdomen with her lips.

“Oof!”

Eloa’s chin was poked by his cock.

Added to the feeling of something sticky on her chin, she was even more startled.

Trying her best to act nonchalant, yet unable to tear her gaze from the cock, Eloa lay prone between Siwoo’s legs.

A breathtaking view unfolded, her slender body and plump, white buttocks fully on display.

“Ahem, w-well then… I’ll clean it up…”

“Where did you learn something like that?”

“Th-there are… ways to know things… You take me for too much of a fool.”

Eloa took a deep breath and glared at the cock as if facing the nemesis of her life.

Because when she touched it with her hand earlier, she had a feeling it was an absolute mess.

And for good reason; he had churned inside her soaking wet vagina for so long and ejaculated sticky cum.

While Eloa’s lower body had been meticulously wiped clean, Siwoo’s thing still bore the rough traces of their intercourse.

“It’s too dirty. Let me wipe it a bit and…”

“Didn’t I say I’d clean it? Stay still.”

It meant Siwoo had taken care of her before himself.

That one small act of consideration made her feel so loved and grateful, she wanted to do anything for him.

Even so…

“Hyeop…”

It was indeed quite a mess.

Like a cat cautiously licking unfamiliar food, Eloa carefully extended her tongue and swiped it along the shaft of the cock.

“Uuugh…!”

She had expected it.

Just because Cloud Rain Emotion was sweet didn’t mean she thought its result would taste good.

Along with a cloying bitterness, saltiness, and a fishy smell all chaotically mixed together, it was a taste that made her hair stand on end.“Does it taste bad? I told you I’d clean it.”

Siwoo gave a bitter smile.

Eloa shook her head vigorously.

“No, it’s quite… come to think of it, it’s a bit like caviar. Leave it to me.”

However, remembering how Sharon had even sucked this clean with apparent relish, Eloa steeled her resolve.

“I may be clumsy… but please bear with me. Heh heh, slurp… sluuurp…”

Without further hesitation, Eloa began meticulously licking Siwoo’s cock, starting from his balls.

With each movement of her coarse yet smooth tongue, his cock twitched as if in pleasure.

“Heh… eh… heh… slurp…”

Eloa gathered the concentrated mixture of love juice and cum with her tongue, pooling it in her mouth.

Given the considerable size of the object and the smallness of her tongue, it took quite some time.

“Mmm…”

By the time the cleaning was done, Eloa’s mouth was swollen full with saliva and other bodily fluids.

With her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel preparing for hibernation, Eloa looked up at Siwoo.

Perhaps due to the strange taste, her brow was slightly furrowed, her cheeks were flushed bright red, and today, her perfect angle looked especially beautiful.

As Siwoo stared blankly at her and moved to fetch something for her to spit into,

Eloa defiantly raised her head.

-Gulp gulp

With the sound of her Adam’s apple moving and a soft psshh of air escaping her cheeks.

She had swallowed everything in her mouth, including the cum and love juice.

She was surprisingly proactive, even brazen, enough to startle Siwoo.

“How was it? Am I not… quite skilled at this level?”

“Yes, you’re amazing.”

Eloa beamed with pride, her smile seeming to barely hold back the corners of her mouth that wanted to droop from the unfamiliar taste.

Siwoo suppressed a laugh and patted her head.

Eloa’s expression instantly transformed into one of happiness.

“Now, I’ll take care of the rest.”

Using her elbows, Eloa crawled down.

She carefully cradled Siwoo’s now much cleaner member in both hands and began licking it.

“Haap…!”

After slowly stimulating the shaft and scrotum, Eloa took the cock into her mouth.

Perhaps the angle was slightly off, it poked against her teeth, causing one of her cheeks to bulge out suddenly.

“Chuup, chuuup… sluurp…”

To be honest, the sensation itself wasn’t much.

While it was a mystery how that strait-laced Master even knew about fellatio, her technique was utterly hopeless.

She was diligently working her tongue over the glans she was holding like a hard candy, but it felt more ticklish than pleasurable.

And it kept catching on her teeth somehow.

“Chuup… huuup… chuuuup…”

But her eyes, lifted high as if to watch Siwoo’s reaction.

That look in her eyes, lacking confidence yet trying so hard, was driving him crazy with arousal.

“Sluurp, i-is it… feeling good?”

“Yes, Master. It’s the best.”

Hearing Siwoo’s answer, a broad smile spread across Eloa’s mouth.

How could everything she did be so provocative? The urge to push her down again grew rampant.

“Master, could you stay in that position?”

“This position?”

Leaving Eloa, who was propped up on her elbows lying face down on the bed, Siwoo stood up.

He could see it even when he was leaning back, but standing up, it was clearly more visible.

Eloa’s peaches, whose perfect shape and firmness likely rivaled any woman’s.

For Siwoo, who remembered the soft, sweet flesh hidden between those peaches, it was even harder to restrain himself.

“…….”

As if anticipating what was to come, Eloa held her breath.

Siwoo grabbed her buttocks and gently spread them apart with his thumbs.

As the two tightly clenched cheeks parted, the secretively hidden Boji and the peach bud, flinching as it met the cool air, came into view.

“…D-don’t do that….”

Eloa reached back and grabbed Siwoo’s wrist.

The confident demeanor from earlier was gone, replaced instantly by a bashful girl.

And Siwoo soon understood why.

When he spread her a little more, the petals of Eloa’s flower, which Siwoo had meticulously cleaned earlier, were once again soaked in honeyed moisture.

“You’re wet.”

“I-it’s just what was inside… flowing out…”

“Really? You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“…….”

Eloa quickly looked forward.

Burying her head deeply, Eloa mumbled in a voice as small as an ant’s.

“A-actually… while doing it with my mouth… I got wet…. I was ashamed for you to see… so I lied…”

Overwhelmed by rising embarrassment, Eloa’s ears, and even her buttocks, turned bright red.

It wasn’t even from being caressed; she got this soaking wet just from giving a caress.

She was worried about how Siwoo would look at her.

“…Do I seem… too much of a pervert?”

“Yes, a little perverted, perhaps?”

“Ugh, as if you’re any better!”

At Siwoo’s honest answer, Eloa whipped her head around to glare at him.

Making her say strange things, tying her up and making her do things, showing off all sorts of weird preferences…

“Haah…!”

But Eloa’s indignation melted away in an instant.

Because the cock that had been roasting her in the flames of pleasure just moments ago slid in, shoook, parting her wet petals.

Siwoo lay down as if draping himself over Eloa’s trembling back and said with a laugh.

“I happen to like perverted women. Could you become like that for me, Master?”

Become a pervert?

That’s pushing it too far.

It’s absolutely impossible.

“What would you like me to do for you from now on?”

“……”

After hesitating for a long moment at the directly posed question, Eloa answered.

“Like before… until I pass out… with Siwoo’s cock… my, b-bo… Boji… puk puk… do it…”

But if it’s Siwoo’s request… there’s nothing to be done.

“…please…”

Feeling Siwoo’s seemingly startled reaction, Eloa, unable to bear the shame, buried her head deep into the blanket.

Author’s Note (Afterword)

For tomorrow’s appointment, I guess I’ll just write through the night and go.