City of Witches Chapter 317

“Siwoo…! Haaah… Siwooo… Heeuuh…!”

How many times had she received his seed?

How many times had she repeated the cycle of crying out with a lewd voice and passing out only to wake again?

Having given up on counting midway, Eloa was now nestled in Siwoo’s embrace, fully savoring the bliss of being impaled on his cock.

“Master, you promised you’d tell me how many times you’ve come.”

At this moment, Eloa was making love with Siwoo in a position that allowed the glans to press tightly against her cervix.

Siwoo standing with his legs slightly apart.

Eloa facing him, clinging to him with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Siwoo’s two hands firmly supporting Eloa’s plump buttocks as he thrust his hips upward.

The so-called standing carry position.

Like a child throwing a tantrum, she was hanging onto Siwoo, taking his cock inside her.

Eloa’s physique fit Siwoo so perfectly it could be called optimized for the standing carry.

“Hahh… I don’t know… I don’t know such things…! Hahhh… Haaaahng…!”

Eloa cried out in a voice that was almost sobbing.

Though she had initially tried to restrain her moans, by now she was making such slutty sounds her throat was growing hoarse.

And no wonder—from around 2 a.m. until nearly dawn, she had been pounded without a single break.

She had already taken his cum three times, and even at this very moment, she was offering up her pussy hole to receive even more.

“Master, do you really not know? That’s not true. You shouldn’t keep lying.”

“Hhuuhk…uuhk… Why, why do you keep… making me say such embarrassing things… Hic…!”

Having had her overly sensitive cervix properly struck, Eloa nearly lost her grip on Siwoo’s neck.

Perhaps from the sudden sense of danger that she might fall, her pussy flesh tightly clenched around his cock.

Siwoo adjusted his posture and rocked his hips.

With each upward and downward thrust, Eloa’s whimpering voice was unbearably adorable.

If her dignified, benevolent, noble, and considerate Master…

Had transformed into someone lewd, vulgar, coquettish, and obscene, what disciple could possibly stop thrusting?

“Tell me, Master. I want to hear it.”

“Hhuuhk… Hiyuk… Hikk… J-just now… twenty… twenty-third time… Hiyuhk… I came…! Huk…hhuk…!”

“Twenty-three times? You’re doing so well.”

Was it because the pleasure was too overwhelming?

Each time she came, tears streamed down Eloa’s face.

Anyone, even a fool, could tell these were not tears of sorrow.

Half out of her mind, impaled on his cock, Eloa still responded to Siwoo’s teasing tone with an obscene reaction.

“You… you’re… doing it too intensely… Hahh… hah…!”

“Can’t you tell me where you came?”

Siwoo asked in a calm voice without stopping his standing carry pistoning.

Eloa’s body weight was surprisingly light, but it was still about the weight of a sack of rice.

Moreover, supporting the dead weight of her limp, clinging body was no easy feat.

Even for a Spirit Body, holding a standing carry for an hour was tough.

But for Siwoo, it wasn’t a problem.

Ironically, the Spirit Body Eloa had trained for him wouldn’t tire from something like this.

He sustained his body by mixing in subtle magic power.

“I… don’t want to… It’s embarrassing…! Hahh…!”

“Then I have no choice.”

Siwoo firmly gripped Eloa’s voluptuous buttocks and began a frenzied pistoning.

The RPM drawn by the trajectory of his hips was easily double as he shook and pounded Eloa’s body.

-Squelch squelch squelch squelch!

Originally, the wet sounds of intercourse had been at the level of stirring jam, but perhaps due to the continuous sex, more fluid had built up?

Or maybe because cum remained inside.

Now, the sound of love juice splattering everywhere echoed blatantly.

“Kyaaaaahhh… Hahhh… Hiyuuuh…!”

Eloa had already become so sensitive that even a slight touch would make her legs tremble and push her to climax.

Under the violent pistoning, Eloa went beyond moans to near-screams before pleading.

“Hahhhh…! M-my, my pussy…! I came with my pussy…! I-I said it, so… stop…!! Hikk… Hiyuk…!”

“Yes, Master, you did well.”

As if giving a reward, Siwoo stopped his movements and gave Eloa time to rest.

It felt like her brain was melting.

Eloa felt she could understand what excessive pleasure did to a person.

“Hoo… Hikk… Sniff…”

Eloa hung quietly from Siwoo, her body trembling.

Unlike males, the female climax had no limit.

Even if she was the revered Duke Tiferet and his Master, in the end, she was still a female.

Having reached double-digit climaxes, her entire body was so sensitive it could be said she was perpetually on the edge.

Just having his cock inside her pussy was enough to make her cum, as her vaginal mucosa squirmed incessantly.

“Master, come to think of it, you only used formal speech with me once.”

“Th-that… forget it! I only did it because you liked it….”

Even in her disoriented state, Eloa remembered the embarrassing line she had spoken.

How could she forget?

She had begged Siwoo, of all people, in formal speech to fuck her until she passed out.

Even now, after showing every possible disgraceful state, her face burned hot.

“Could you do it just one more time?”

“…….”

Eloa pressed her forehead against Siwoo’s nape and fell silent as if asleep.

Needless to say, she was deep in thought.

“Please.”

“…….”

“Hmm?”

“Hahh…”

Siwoo slowly restarted his hip movements as he asked.

Her dignity as a Master who wanted to maintain authority before her disciple and her instinct as a woman who wanted to please Siwoo clashed sharply.

But in the end, the scales tipped toward the latter.

Based on demonstrations from skilled trainers like Periwinkle and Sharon, Eloa thought of a sentence combination that might please him.

“Hahh, Si…Siwoo’s cock… is delicious… Is that enough?”

Even though it was just one sentence, her face flushed hotter than when she had climaxed.

Having sweated so much, the alcohol had worn off, making it even more embarrassing than before.

“Is there nothing else?”

“…Enough already!”

Eloa unwrapped her arms from around his neck and pounded Siwoo’s chest with a thudding rhythm.

If Siwoo hadn’t quickly caught her, a disaster of his cock breaking might have occurred.The legs of Eloa wrapped around his waist now were almost at a decorative level.

“I’m sorry, but you’re adorable.”

“…That’s a lie. I know everything. My hair color is strange, and I’m not short, am I?”

Eloa rubbed her cheek against Siwoo’s chest in a whining tone.

He was happy to see the various sides of her that he normally couldn’t—acting coy after hitting him, being happy then sulking.

She should have expressed herself sooner.

Why did she only find the courage now?

“No, Master is adorable.”

“…I’m not adorable at all.”

“You really are adorable, you know?”

“…I said I’m not adorable at all!”

“Even the way you pretend to be angry is adorable.”

“Ugh, I’m not pretending to be angry.”

Eloa vehemently denied it.

But the fact that she couldn’t help feeling happy and wanting to affirm it under the continuous barrage of compliments was undoubtedly because Eloa loved Siwoo.

Thinking that, a sudden wave of sadness washed over her.

After all, it’s just a happy one-night dream.

Once today passes, she plans to treat it all as if it never happened.

What if she hadn’t claimed to be his master?

What if she had been by his side before Sharon?

Eloa had no intention of making her disciple her lover, nor of rolling in late and pushing aside an existing lover.

It might sound shameless, but she felt extremely sorry towards Miss Evergreen, Siwoo’s lover.

“Siwoo.”

“Yes, Master.”

“…I’ll do it.”

“I’m glad.”

Eloa squeezed out the last of her nearly spent arm strength and hugged Siwoo’s neck.

“Everything I say from now on is an act to match your desires. It’s a lie. Understood?”

“Of course I understand. Gahk!”

She hugged him as if she might break him, so precious was he.

Eloa fell silent for a while, then moved her lips.

“If I weren’t Siwoo’s master, I’d want to spend nights like this with you every day from now on.”

It was a tone of voice Siwoo had never heard from Eloa before.

It wasn’t her naturally high-pitched voice deliberately lowered, nor her solemn and restrained vocalization.

Nor was it the voice gasping with pleasure or the voice feigning coyness.

“If there had been no one by Siwoo’s side, I would have wanted to fill that empty space.”

Utterly unadorned.

A sincere confession welling up from Eloa’s true heart.

“I want to have a baby that looks just like Siwoo….”

Siwoo froze stupidly.

Eloa’s confession was so honest and clumsy that even a fool would understand.

“Perhaps… I think I love Siwoo very much.”

Silence flowed.

It was heavy.

Eloa’s pure sincerity was terrifyingly heavy.

So much so that even Siwoo, intoxicated by the Mysterious Potion, seriously pondered, ‘Am I really worthy of receiving that heart?’

“Huhu.”

Soon after, Eloa’s laughter was heard.

It was a triumphant laugh, as if she had gotten one over on him.

“Were you very surprised? Your expression right now is quite something too. After being on the receiving end all night, it feels like I’ve finally paid you back.”

“…….”

“Don’t ask for something like this again. It’s embarrassing. Will you put me down?”

Siwoo carefully pulled out and set Eloa down on the floor.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she staggered, and he quickly supported her.

“Please be careful.”

“You’re the one who drained all the strength from my legs… What are you talking about?”

“…….”

Eloa returned to her usual self as if nothing had just happened.

But Siwoo was still looking at her with a complicated gaze.

“…….”

“…….”

The moment their eyes met, a deep regret surged in Eloa’s chest.

She knew, actually.

That Siwoo wouldn’t take this as a joke.

What just happened was a complete confession.

At the same time, it was leaving room.

Room for immense worry and conflict.

Despite saying she would keep it as a memory of tonight, it was no different from putting him to the test.

But it didn’t matter.

Because she had resolved to allow everything, just for tonight.

For Siwoo.

And for Eloa herself.

Eloa pushed Siwoo onto the bed.

“No strength left?”

Siwoo’s cock, tangled messily with far more cum and love juice than during his first ejaculation, lay fallen, having lost its strength.

“Master, I too….”

“If you say even one more word, I will never see you again.”

“…….”

With Eloa’s stubborn threat, Siwoo closed his mouth, and she lay down at his feet.

“Getting worked up over a mere joke? I only did it because you asked me to first.”

There’s no need to share bitter memories.

Just take the good memories and go.

Call it selfish if you will.

She believes that is the right answer.

Thinking that, Eloa readily took Siwoo’s thing, soiled with all sorts of sticky fluids, into her mouth.

“Slurp… Sloooorp… Lick…”

From the cum caught under the glans skin to the love juice.

As if giving a deep kiss, she mingled her tongue thickly with his cock and gulped everything down, gulp after gulp.

Even this terrible-tasting bodily fluid that she surely would have found disgusting.

For some reason, right now, it felt incredibly endearing.

“Kghuk!”

Perhaps Siwoo couldn’t withstand the stimulation either, his cock began to swell instantly.

When Siwoo raised his head and looked at Eloa.

He was startled.

Because Eloa’s eyes, having spat out his cock, were shining with a brilliant pink magic power reflection.

“Siwoo.”

“Master…!”

“I love you. This much is sincere.”

Eloa, looking at Siwoo, was smiling more sorrowfully than ever before.

“I Contract.”

And.

Siwoo’s memory cut off there.