City of Witches Chapter 375

Siwoo admitted it.

That he had no backbone, no fucking spine.

If he had to scrape together one excuse, it was that he had inhaled far too much of Countess Yesod's body scent.

Being close to her continuously, he had unintentionally smelled it, of course, but more than that, just moments ago when the Countess had gripped an object with her bare, ungloved hand, her breathing had faltered, and he had fully inhaled the fragrant scent of her hair.

But even more dangerous than that was Countess Yesod's inherent allure.

Even if it hadn't been the body scent, even if she had truly been a married woman with a husband...

He would have forgotten all moral duty, offered himself as her secret lover, gotten caught in a lawsuit, and been stripped clean of alimony.

Her red lips, as if biting into a forbidden fruit, took Siwoo's lower lip into her mouth.

Countess Yesod, with her eyes closed, sucked on the tender flesh as if savoring something beautiful.

Her long eyelashes fluttered delicately, as if they would tickle his face any moment.

"Chuup... Chuu... Chu..."

The thick, soft texture of her lips, melding into the soft, pliable mucous membrane of his mouth, clung stickily as if they were originally one.

The unique sweetness of lip gloss spreading inside his mouth.

A dense, sweet scent of skin wafted up and filled his nasal passages.

Siwoo felt the brakes shatter completely.

He had now crossed a river of no return.

Countess Yesod, having forgotten she was even holding Siwoo's thing, was engrossed in the kiss.

Between lightly biting and releasing each other's lips.

The Countess's two arms wrapped around the back of Siwoo's neck.

The Countess, having gently bitten his lower lip, looked up at Siwoo with only her eyes.

"Mr. Siwoo, were you nervous?"

Contrary to her words and actions, which he had only thought of as seductive, a touch of innocence lingered in her gaze.

They hadn't even started a proper kiss with tongues mixing yet, but her body was already heaving as if she were short of breath.

"No, it's just..."

"You don't need to think about anything right now. It's just the two of us here."

As if to cut off his words, she, having broken his waistline, pushed her chest against him and resumed the kiss.

Finally, the Countess's tongue slipped between his lips and tapped against his teeth.

How was anyone who wasn't a eunuch supposed to resist this?

Siwoo's hand, unable to hold back any longer, roughly pulled the Countess's slender waist towards him.

"Hwoop...!"

Her eyes widening in surprise, then smiling sweetly before kissing him again.

In response, as he stuck out his tongue, Countess Yesod diligently sucked on his tongue as if nursing.

"Chjok... Chjyok... Chuwoop..."

So meticulously it could be described as devoted.

Countess Yesod, lovingly caressing his tongue as if it were an erogenous zone.

This wasn't the mischievous Countess who always teased Siwoo with playful pranks.

It was simply a female in heat, clinging to him.

"Haa... Haa..."

After the long kiss.

The Countess breathed heavily.

The fingertips that had gone behind her back naturally undid the knot, the dress slipping down along her shoulder line.

The sinful breasts that had occasionally tempted Siwoo revealed themselves under the dim lighting.

"Wow..."

Siwoo let out an exclamation without realizing it.

Even though she wasn't wearing a bra, he had guessed from when she lifted her hem.

But it was beyond expectation, beyond imagination.

Breasts that seemed to have invested a bit more stat points in softness than firmness.

A plump softness that created ripples with even the small gesture of undressing, and yet a suitable elasticity with no sagging.

In the center of the faint areola, whose border was almost invisible, a cute nipple asserted its presence.

"Huhu... How are they?"

The Countess asked, placing her forearm in front of her chest.

At a glance, it seemed like a pose to cover her body, but nothing was actually covered.

Rather, she was subtly lifting her breasts from below, emphasizing them.

"Mr. Siwoo, you always looked like you wanted to devour these, didn't you?"

"Did I...?"

"Yes, and you still do... Will you come here?"

The Countess pulled Siwoo towards her as if coaxing a baby.

In an instant, Countess Yesod was leaning back against the sofa, and Siwoo was lying on her soft thighs.

"Come to think of it, I still haven't properly repaid my debt to you, Mr. Siwoo."

Lying on the thigh pillow, what he saw was the majesty of breasts swaying above him like a mobile.

There was no other scenic beauty, no other paradise.

"Repaying you by giving you a new tutoring session. Not about Magic, but teaching you about my body, one thing at a time."

The Countess, slightly leaning her upper body, held one breast as if offering it to a baby and brought it to Siwoo's mouth.

"Since we've progressed to kissing... Shall we learn about masturbation next? Would you like to try it with your mouth? You can do as you wish, Mr. Siwoo."

Siwoo's mouth opened and took the Countess's small nipple into it.

The plush softness felt at the corner of his mouth and the firm protrusion felt on the tip of his tongue.

Whether it was the body scent and Fragrance scent that had been trapped inside her clothes seeping into her skin, Countess Yesod's unique scent of skin wafted strongly.

"Heut...!"

The Countess's thighs tensed.

An erogenous zone that, for long years, had only been occasionally fiddled with alone.

Because that sensitive tip had entered a hot mouth and been brushed by a tongue, a pleasure so intense it made her throat tingle shot through her like electricity.

But the Countess steadied her breathing and suppressed her moan.

"Eut, heueut..."

In truth, her body was already heated to its limit.

Her starved flesh, which had truly allowed another's touch after so long, had been awakening from a long slumber from the moment his firm hand wrapped around her waist.

It felt as if sexual desire, alchemized into a liquid form, was spreading to the very ends of her blood vessels.

But being in a position where she had to lead him, she couldn't show weakness already.

The Countess reached out her hand and grasped his cock.

"Good job, good job. Haah... I'll move for you."

-Tap tap tap tap

With one hand, she stroked his head; with the other, she began jerking him off.

A dry handjob without any lubricant, the Countess's hand movements not as skilled as one might think.

But it was enough.

The breasts, sloshing as if to cover not just his mouth but his nose, and the Countess's hand, soft as if never touched by water, steadily drew out pleasure.

"Mr. Siwoo, how come... it's so impressive... Haang..."

The Countess looked with heated eyes at the frighteningly large object.

Could something like this really go inside her stomach?

If it went in, just how far in would it go?

Just the sensation of her nipple being suckled and imagining the near future made her legs keep drawing together.Her panties had been soaked since their kiss, to the point she felt embarrassed to show him.

Yet she didn’t want to stop here.

Because a long-forgotten, scorching night awaited just ahead.

Connecting her thumb and index finger into a circular ring, she gently grasped his cock with the remaining fingers, holding it as if cradling something delicate.

This astonishing thing was so large it was hard to hold and as hot as if it could burn, making her lower abdomen throb just from touching it.

“D-does it feel good…?”

“……”

“S-Siwoo… if you suck that hard… hng…!”

The Countess’s thighs flinched as if electrocuted.

He had been teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue as if it were candy, then suddenly increased the pressure and began sucking.

Reaching climax through the nipples isn’t easy unless one has been trained for it.

Countess Yesod had never experienced it through her breasts either.

Though she had used it quite a bit as novel material.

But as his fangs lightly dug into her nipple,

and the hardened nipple was pulled out by the pressure, an intermittent tremor seized her body, as if she were about to reach climax.

The pent-up frustration and sexual desire that had accumulated layer by layer inside Countess Yesod during her long, solitary nights were like refined alcohol.

A single spark was enough to set it ablaze.

“Haa… Siwoo, you really… no matter how hard you suck, no milk comes out…? Haa…”

Countess Yesod looked down at Siwoo with an affectionate gaze.

His appearance, vigorously sucking her slightly drooping breasts while twitching his lower body.

The paradox between his extremely developed masculine physique and his childishly spoiled behavior somehow stirred a sense of immorality.

“……”

Wow.

This truly is paradise.

Meanwhile, Siwoo marveled.

The skilled, mature woman aura and delicacy he felt from Countess Yesod.

It applied to her handjob as well.

It never felt like she was rushing him to ejaculate.

The proof was that, despite the lack of lubricant, his skin didn’t chafe at all.

A gentle handjob, like a mother tenderly singing a lullaby until a spoiled child falls asleep.

Thanks to the moderate stimulation, his fully erect, sensitive cock could keenly feel each of her slender fingers, each of her soft touches.

“Haa… haa, Siwoo… you’re being good, right?”

Is this what they call satisfaction of all five senses?

The soft thighs he felt against the back of his head.

The meticulous handjob and the hand gently stroking his hair.

On top of that, not only were her breasts filling his mouth, but they were also being softly rubbed all over his face.

Finally, Countess Yesod’s lewd appearance, flinching and trying to suppress moans every time Siwoo sucked her nipple.

The excitement from that led him to ejaculate with almost negligible stimulation to his cock.

“Siwoo… hng… D-do you… want to cum… soon?”

When Siwoo nodded while still biting her nipple, the Countess smiled as if pleased.

“Haa haa… I’ll finish you off with my mouth.”

The Countess, who had intended to perform fellatio while still seated, found the distance just slightly out of reach.

She gently lowered Siwoo’s head from her thighs and crawled to change positions.

The currently heated sofa, though called a sofa, was wide enough to be used as a bed alone, so there was plenty of space.

—Swiish

Countess Yesod assumed the so-called 69 position, with the man and woman’s heads facing opposite directions.

Thanks to that, her head went inside her dress as if burrowing into the curtain’s interior.

Suddenly invited into Countess Yesod’s skirt world.

Currently, Countess Yesod was kneeling over Siwoo’s shoulders, with her legs slightly spread.

Thus, the Countess’s secret triangle was literally right before his eyes.

The Countess, dripping sticky love juice like fruit past its harvest season.

Her panties were completely soaked, and the area where her thighs met was drenched in sticky fluid.

Since the panties were made of thin lace, they revealed her plump labia, as thick as her lips, like a soft mosaic.

The transparency was so high that he could even make out the outline of her swollen clitoris.

The intense, not at all unpleasant, scent and sight of a mature female confused his mind.

Inhaling such strong visual stimulation and the dense, pheromone-rich scent unique to Witches—his ultimate natural enemy—in an enclosed space…

He could no longer hold back.

“Kgh!”

“Oh…!”

The Countess, who had been gently soothing his cock even while changing positions.

Just as she opened her mouth to receive Siwoo’s ejaculation, she flinched as if startled.

Merely from the touch of his breath, the cock in her hand swelled and began wildly spraying its seed.

—Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

A milky-white fountain gushing thickly upward, like a hot spring erupting.

Cum, far more abundant and dense than an average man’s ejaculation, began spurting out uncontrollably.

“There, there… you’re being good, right? It’s okay, Siwoo.”

Without panicking, the Countess held the ejaculating cock and gently stroked it, allowing him to release comfortably.

Once the ejaculation ended, she even neatly milked out the remaining droplets of cum with her hand.

Her face and hands were smeared with white little ones sticking all over.

Author’s Note (Author’s Afterword)

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