City of Witches Chapter 378

The two sat side by side on the sofa as they would during lessons.

The only difference from usual was that both Countess Yesod and Siwoo were completely naked, not wearing a single thread.

And the Countess's eyes, usually full of dignity, were hazy and unfocused, while her always neat hair was slightly disheveled.

"Countess, can you make one promise with me?"

"Wh-what is it...?"

Countess Yesod, who had fainted from the multiple orgasm package and regained consciousness from the baby room attack.

She still seemed to be in a daze.

Or perhaps more accurately, she wasn't fully aware of what had happened?

"It's saying 'I think I'm going to cum' before you go, just like you told me to do. And not cumming until I give permission."

"Si, Siwoo?"

The Countess was flustered for two reasons.

First, that Siwoo, whom she had only thought of as a blockhead, was giving such explicit instructions.

But she didn't take that too seriously.

Aside from her head still being fuzzy from fainting and waking up without fully grasping reality.

Because it wasn't necessarily a result of Siwoo's skill.

She herself was in a state where her body, after a long time without sex, was so sensitive that her entire body felt like an erogenous zone, and above all, the pleasure came from the large size and rough force, so she thought she just hadn't adjusted yet.

The reason the Countess was flustered at this moment was more due to this other reason.

"Siwoo, women don't ejaculate cum like men do. Moreover, I'm a Spirit Body... you know what that means, right?"

That's right.

In the case of men, the act of ejaculating visually resembles 'cumming,' but for women, it's completely different.

Furthermore, if he thinks 'cumming' means the expulsion of urine, it makes even less sense.

Lucy Yesod going to the bathroom at the end was a distant memory she couldn't even recall.

Could it be that he doesn't even know this properly?

At Countess Yesod's reaction, Siwoo shook his head from side to side.

"No. Shall I show you once?"

"Show me what...?"

"You can cum too, Countess."

"Kya...!"

The Ribbon extending from Siwoo's waist coiled around the Countess's limbs like a snake.

Siwoo calmed the startled Countess and brought his middle and ring fingers together.

"Um, Siwoo? You don't have to do this, I won't run away or anything...?"

"It's fine. It's just a precaution for the demonstration."

And he looked at the Countess's Boji, spread in an M shape.

"Oh...."

Even though they had just had sex, due to the positions, angles, and shadows, this was the first time he was seeing it so explicitly.

And that observation was truly close to awe.

Between the plump, protruding Boji mounds, as thick as her lips, hung the small Labia like a curtain.

And the small, pearl-sized, taut clit that gathered that curtain.

Since her pubic hair didn't extend all the way down, he could observe without any obstruction.

If he pressed a single sheet of paper between her legs right now, a beautiful Boji mark like a kiss mark would be stamped on it.

"Don't, don't look too much...."

Was she feeling shy?

The Countess slightly turned her head away, avoiding Siwoo's intense gaze.

But the Boji doesn't lie.

It twitched as if begging to be fed something delicious, shaking the round clitoris up and down.

"Excuse me."

"Ah...!"

Without waiting any longer, Siwoo slipped his finger into her hot Boji.

The sticky, elastic Vaginal mucosa felt in much more detail than what he felt with his cock.

"Hngt...! Hngt...!"

Even though he had only stirred the front part, the Countess's hips bucked and her clitoris trembled violently.

Having already climaxed multiple times, she had become extremely sensitive.

"Countess, this keeps moving. Shall I hold it in place for you?"

"Hik!"

As Siwoo gently pressed a seed the size of a pinky fingernail.

The Countess opened her eyes wide until her crimson pupils were fully visible and shuddered.

The Boji flesh tightening around his finger to the point of pain was a bonus.

"Si, Siwoo! I'll get angry if you tease me!"

"What are you saying when you're enjoying it."

-Press press press

"Hik! Hik! Hik! Siwoo...!"

As he pressed her clit with his thumb like pressing a button, each time the Countess let out strange moans and shuddered.

Before her resentful gaze could land on him, Siwoo quickly decided to accomplish his goal.

"The teasing went too far. I'll show you right away."

First, he curved his finger like a hook.

If you insert a finger about one to two knuckles deep into the vaginal entrance, there's a spot on the ceiling that's particularly concave.

He inserted the hooked finger there.

Then, all he had to do was place his palm on Madame Yesod's Boji cushion and move his entire arm up and down.

It was a climax-inducing fingering technique that had made Sharon cry out several times before.

But in the Countess's case, a slightly firmer grip felt better.

Because the thick, protruding mounds truly supported his palm softly, as if they were cushions.

Ideally, having lubricant would be better, but judging by the Countess's soaking wet state, it seemed fine without it.

"Eut!"

The Countess's body slumped down heavily.

If it weren't for the Ribbon holding her legs and Siwoo supporting her upper body, she would have fallen off the sofa.

That's how much strength drained from her body.

"Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"

"A little... embarrassing...."

"That's normal."

He gave a smile to the Countess who was pretending to be composed and began moving his arm.

The important thing here is to keep the hand fixed, move the upper body centered on the arm, and put weight and vibration on the tip of the hook.

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

The fingering began with the sound of wringing out a wet rag.

Though it was a man's, it was just two fingers.

The Countess might have been somewhat off guard.

But she lacked understanding of what kind of result a hook precisely catching the G-spot could produce.

"Uht! Uht! Uht...!"

It started with low moans at first.

But before even 30 seconds passed, Lucy Yesod could realize her judgment had been hasty.

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

"Hat... uht... ub... huub...!"

Fingertips precisely stimulating her already sensitive Boji.

A palm rubbing while firmly pressing her Clitoris.

Add to that Siwoo's movements, relentless and mechanical like a machine, and the Countess's body, which had momentarily calmed, was instantly engulfed in flames of lust.

"Si, Si, Si, Siwoo...!"

"You know you shouldn't forget the promise, right?"

If normally pleasure starts at 0 and reaches 100 to achieve orgasm.

This caressing technique now felt different.

It felt like starting from 90 from the beginning and not being able to reach 150.Here, if you leave, it feels like you won't be able to go from 150 to 200 again, that kind of overlapping chain of pleasure.

And then.

"Hup!"

Siwoo, who had taken a breath, began to increase the tempo as if intending to drain every last drop of love juice from the Countess's Boji.

It was at that moment that the Countess's eyes, which seemed like they couldn't get any bigger, widened in shock.

-Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch

The feeling as if the gently falling raindrops had suddenly turned into a downpour.

The Countess's toes began to twitch involuntarily.

Her thighs, beginning to convulse, were restrained by the Ribbon, making it impossible to curl up no matter how hard she tried.

The Countess was utterly exposed to the relentless bombardment of pleasure pouring onto her defenseless, white-cushioned Boji.

"Mr. Siwoo! Mr. Siwoo...! W-wait a moment...!"

It was the exact same situation as before.

A pleasure beyond any degree she had ever felt.

If the pleasure she had experienced through sex or masturbation until now was like taking a half-bath in a tub filled with liquid drugs...

What she was feeling now was as if someone had grabbed her by the hair and was waterboarding her.

-Squeak squeak squeak squeak! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"Ah... ah... haaah...!"

Perhaps due to her body, which had become more sensitive than the Countess had imagined.

Unlike before, this climax was sudden, without any warning.

To escape this pleasure, she needed to pull her waist back.

But instead, her body arched like a bow, thrusting her crotch forward.

As if begging to be touched more, to be stirred more violently.

A half-bridge pose of 100% pure vulgarity.

Simultaneously, the Countess's Boji, which had been clenching and twitching around Siwoo's fingers, began to squirt fresh love juice like a lively Manila clam.

The intensely narrowed space inside the vagina and the copious love juice harmonized, creating an appearance akin to a water gun.

-Squirt! Squirt! Squelch! Squelch!

"Haaat! That's enough! That's enough! Mr. Siwoo!"

"How is it? Women can squirt too, right?"

"Yes! What Mr. Siwoo said...! Is right...! So...! So that's enough...!"

The Countess twisted her body back and forth, almost screaming, and shook her waist.

Each time her incredibly tight inner flesh powerfully bit down on his fingers, it made a squirt squirt sound as if spitting, spraying love juice.

The fluid began to splatter not only on his palm but also on his wrist, forearm, and even his face.

"Hoo.... Hooooo... Hooooo..."

As Siwoo slowed the tempo, the Countess finally stopped moaning and could catch her breath.

But even that breathing was not normal, trembling as if she had hypothermia.

It brilliantly demonstrated the correlation between the twitching of the Boji and the vibration of the vocal cords.

"Now that you understand, you'll tell me as promised, right?"

"Th-that's... Mr. Siwoo... You're too vulgar...! Hout...!"

The Countess tried to cling and embrace him, but when Siwoo precisely targeted her weak spot again, her arms fell powerlessly.

"You must tell me."

"If I could just... rest a bit and then... Haaah...!"

As the movement resumed, the Countess's voice, which had been trying to somehow dissuade Siwoo, became distorted.

The Countess assumed a bridge pose again, thrusting her Boji forward, shaking her head side to side.

But there was no mercy in Siwoo's movements.

How could mercy arise when faced with such an incredibly arousing scene?

-Splat splat splat

-Squirt! Squirt! Squeak...!

"Hup! Hout! Uk...!"

Using the obscene sounds produced by his fingers as a metronome, the duet began.

The squelching sound of love juice and the Countess's unrestrained moans.

The plump Manila clam, whose climax stacks had piled up to the limit, its defenses approaching zero, soon showed signs of an impending climax.

"Countess."

"I... don't want to...! Haht...! Such an embarrassing thing to say...! I can't...!"

It wasn't just that she was about to come.

To say she was about to squirt...

Although she had harbored a secret hobby,

For Lucy, who had lived her entire life from birth as a dignified Countess, it was too indecent, unhealthy, and shameless a phrase to readily utter.

"Don't be like that. We had a promise."

What broke down the Countess's psychological resistance was just one button.

Siwoo, who had been attacking the Countess with only one hand until now, began to press and rub her clit with his other free hand.

-Press press

-Squeak squeak

"Hooak...!"

That was an unbearable pleasure.

The Countess's waist arched back with terrifying force.

Barely supporting herself on the edge of the sofa with her toes, she flailed like an overturned frog, begging for mercy.

"M-Mr. Siwoo..! If you touch... there now...! You mustn't! It's dangerous, dangerous...!"

"You'll tell me, right?"

"I will...! I will...! So please stop...! I, I think I'm going to squirt...! I think I'm going to squirt...! Now, now now...! Haaah...!"

The Countess's waist, gripping Siwoo's forearm hard enough to leave marks, began to shake violently back and forth after a brief pause.

-Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

"Haht...! Haaah...! Haaaaah...!"

With each fragmented moan, the Countess, squirting love juice as if urinating, rolled her eyes back and thrashed about as if broken.

The Countess put on a fantastical fountain show for over 30 seconds before collapsing powerlessly.

When the Ribbon binding her body was undone, her noble body went completely limp.

The sight of the Countess sitting in the puddle of love juice created on the sofa was too much to simply call noble.

"Countess."

"Hek!"

The dazed Countess regained consciousness.

This time, it was quite fast even without any particular stimulation.

She looked around and opened her mouth.

Her voice was quick, as if afraid of being challenged.

"M-Mr. Siwoo. Let's end today's lesson here. I, I just remembered I have an urgent appointment."

"Huh?"

"Oh dear... Look at my state of mind... You'll understand, right?"

The Countess suddenly began hurriedly putting on her clothes.

Staggering several times like a newborn deer but steadfastly putting on her heels, the Countess vanished like the wind.

It happened before there was even time to stop her.

"...What the?"

Leaving now?

Siwoo, who had been inching closer to begin the main event, felt bewildered.

A word from the author (Author's Note)

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