City of Witches Chapter 382

“Ah… Hoh… Oh…! Hmm…!”

My mind goes blank.

My breath catches uncontrollably, and the moans escaping with my ragged breathing transform into disgraceful, distorted sounds that resonate through the bedsprings pressed against my ears.

My knees spread wide, barely supporting me as I hold my hips up, while my arms flail helplessly, unable to sustain my upper body.

If Lucy Yesod were watching from afar, she would think, ‘Oh my, how indecent. Even in bed, a noblewoman should never forget her dignity and refinement, yet here she is howling like a beast in such a wretched state…’—and I am embodying that disgrace with my entire being.

-Squish! Squish! Squish!

“Hoh… Ung… Oh…!”

But I simply cannot compose myself.

I can’t even suppress those shameless moans.

Every time I feel the pleasure of Countess’s plump, swollen Boji being thoroughly plundered, of the round, soft entrance to her Womb being rubbed vigorously deep inside, all my resolve and determination vanish.

My chest sways and contorts with each thrust of his hips.

Each time the stiff nipples at their peaks rub against the sheets, a haze of pleasure further clouds my thoughts.

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Countess’s body was drenched in sweat.

Beads of sweat trickled down her back, making her skin so slick it was hard to grip her buttocks properly.

Yet, her thighs trembled as if from a chill, and goosebumps prickled her skin—was her autonomic nervous system breaking down from the drug-like pleasure?

That thought crossed her mind.

-Smack!

“Kyaaah…!”

Countess let out a sharp scream as a stinging pain lashed across her moderately damp buttocks.

Her consciousness, about to sink into the abyss of pleasure, suddenly cleared as if injected with a stimulant.

Her dulled senses seemed to reset, and she could feel the thick cock meticulously tracing the inner walls of her vagina.

-Smack!

“Si…Siwoo…!”

Like this.

Just as her mind began to drift away, he mercilessly spanked her buttocks.

Even without looking, she could guess that large handprints now covered both cheeks, burning with a stinging heat.

How could he be so rude?

Not content with treating her like a masturbation device, he even resorted to hitting her.

There was not a shred of respect or consideration for a woman.

The identity she had long held as Countess Lucy Yesod undoubtedly felt a fiery rage toward this.

“It’s troublesome if you keep zoning out without a word. We promised, didn’t we?”

But.

Each time his throbbing member entered her body.

The thought of maintaining dignity, the anger at being treated so carelessly, dissolved.

“It’s… it’s… coming again… I… I’m going to… c-come…!”

I want him to give me more.

I want to feel more.

Countess’s thighs, trembling violently, convulsed as if she were releasing urine, creating another wet patch on the bedsheet.

“Hauuuuu…!”

Countess let out a sigh, a weak sound like a wolf with lung disease howling.

Her brain melted away once more.

If this was the pleasure, she felt she could savor it for hours.

Slumped in the lingering aftershock of a climax so intense she couldn’t move a finger, Countess.

“Si… Siwoo!”

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she half-raised her upper body.

A shocking event had jolted her back to awareness.

“What’s wrong?”

“Th… that place… d-don’t… spread it…! It’s embarrassing…!”

The reason she snapped out of her endless indulgence in pleasure and tried to stop him was because Siwoo had spread her firm, plump buttocks wide open.

A particularly cold breeze brushed against her back hole, making her realize it immediately even in her dazed state.

Already in a position with her hips raised, spreading them like that would expose that unclean hole for all to see.

She was familiar with anal intercourse from her research.

She had even used it in her novels before.

But the shame of having her anus spread wide open before a man far surpassed any description she had ever written.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“O… of course! That place…. Y… you’re not…? No, right?”

“It’s just that since a while ago, it’s been twitching as if it’s enjoying itself. I wanted to take a look.”

“Ugh…!”

Countess buried her face in the pillow.

That’s right.

For nearly ten minutes, their position had been Doggy Style.

And not just any Doggy Style—a contorted version where the woman’s body was bent into the shape of elegant high heels.

Meaning, it had been fully visible all this time.

“Every time you felt a climax, it twitched so much…. I wondered if you were interested in this side too.”

“Ah… ahh…. That can’t be!”

I want to die.

She felt so embarrassed she wanted to die.

Distracted by resisting the pleasure, she hadn’t paid any attention to it.

Moreover, as a woman, the feeling of having that hole—more visible to others than her genitals—spread wide open and being observed was intensely shameful, yet at the same time….

“Change… positions…! Haah…!”

The reason Countess’s voice trailed off strangely was because the cock moved before she could finish speaking.

The soft, enticingly sensitive entrance to her Womb, continuously rubbed and chafed by the cock.

The Glans brushing against it, with just a light touch like a kiss, completely shattered Countess’s resistance.

“No.”

“Si… woo…!”

Countess’s upper body slumped forward again.

Siwoo defiantly gripped her moon-like buttocks and used his thumb to spread the flesh between them.

“You’re aware of it. It’s twitching much more than before.”

“I hate it… hate it… don’t say such vulgar things…!”

Countess’s face flushed tomato-red at Siwoo’s words, deliberately digging into her shameful parts.

Until now, she hadn’t been particularly conscious of it, as he said.

But now, she could feel a piercing gaze stabbing into the unclean flower-like wrinkles.

Every time pleasure surged through her Boji, the shameless twitching—tightening and loosening—became even more palpable.

He was even moving his hips slowly, as if savoring the scene.

“Be reasonable…! That’s… embarrassing… to be seen…!”

In the relentless pleasure that stripped away all defenses, her tormented body sublimated even the shame she should have felt as humiliation into pleasure.

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

“Huff! Huff!”

The holy water Countess sprayed, soaking even Siwoo’s groin.

Though he was thrusting relentlessly, her body was so perfect that the slightest lapse in focus would make him ejaculate.

The softness and elasticity of the buttocks he gripped were just the basics.With each deep thrust, the plump, cushiony suspension of the buttocks felt from the root far surpassed the unwavering comfort of a top-tier limousine.

The greedy suction and heat of her lower body were so terrifying it made him wonder, 'Did I shove my balls in too?'

Moreover, watching her react sensitively to every bit of torment made his desire for conquest and sadism surge wildly.

-Squelch!

"Hoo…."

"Hic…! Hic…!"

As he caught his breath while buried as deep as possible, Countess Yesod's dignified body trembled violently.

As a bonus, her starkly exposed back hole wriggled as if winking.

Having barely gained a moment's respite, she could only gasp for breath, her body swaying limply as if utterly drunk.

"Countess, may I ask one favor?"

"Haa, haa…. P-please… say it…. I really… feel like I'm going to die of embarrassment…."

Can a voice claiming to be embarrassed really overflow with such coquettishness?

Instead, it automatically translates to, 'Please do more, Mr. Siwoo. But it's hard for me to say it honestly, so please force me….'

"Really…. You're too mean, Mr. Siwoo…. Isn't this enough…?"

Countess Yesod's hand overlapped Siwoo's, which was tightly gripping her buttocks that had turned red and mottled like fallen maple leaves.

As if trying to push it away, but.

-Squelch!

"No. Ever since doing this, you've actually been squeezing tighter."

"Hueuut…! I… I don't know…. That can't be…!"

As soon as he gave one thrust, poking deep, she went limp again, powerless.

Now, I was starting to understand how to handle her.

"So, about that favor…. Could you show me by holding it open yourself?"

"Huh…?"

The Countess spoke in a dazed voice as if doubting her own ears.

A sharp voice tinged with tears, unable to bear the shame, followed.

"I will absolutely not do it…!"

Well, she did put on an act of being mature and seasoned, but in reality, she's the cowardly Boji Countess who put on a show and then scurried away.

Being a Witch and a Spirit Body, it's cleaner than any genitalia, but spreading open her utterly embarrassing hole with her own hands would surely violate her delicate sensibilities.

But I already knew well what kind of request would be effective with her.

Siwoo reached his hand under the Countess's legs.

Beneath the soaked, slippery undergarments, there was the Countess's 'switch that grants any request.'

-Poke!

"I have a request."

"Hugit…!"

A reaction came immediately as he gently pinched the pink pearl.

The Countess's waist, which had been completely limp, arched up like a shrimp, squeezing his cock to the point of pain.

"Countess, even if I beg you so earnestly like this, won't you do it?"

"M-Mr. Siwoo…! There… if you do that…. You can't…! Absolutely…!"

"Really, you won't do it?"

"Huaang! Huaaaang…! Wh-who… makes requests… like that…ugh…!"

As he pinched and twisted the Countess's pearl in various directions, her reactions gradually grew more intense.

Unable to bear the sweet, whining sensation like overly dissolved sugar water, the Countess raised the white flag first.

"Really, you won't do it?"

"I'll do it…! I'll do it…! I'll grant your request…! Just stop pinching…!"

"Thank you very much."

"Hueu…Hueut…!"

The Countess, who had been twitching both holes simultaneously while fighting the pleasure, chastised Siwoo with a voice mixed with resentment.

"Mr. Siwoo, you're really… awful…! Forcing such an embarrassing act on a lady…."

The white hand that shakily rose up.

Her entire arm was trembling, but she grabbed her own buttocks and spread them open for Siwoo as if undergoing an inspection.

Her toes wriggling as if feeling pleasure from that alone, separate from her dishonest upper lips.

Siwoo generously overlooked the lie and said.

"I-It's done, right…?"

"Yes, there's no need to be so embarrassed. You are overflowing with dignity here as well, Countess."

"Hueut…. Don't… tease me…."

The Countess's nape and ears turned red to the point where they couldn't possibly get any redder.

But it wasn't a lie.

The Countess's flower bud, preserving its original state from birth without a hint of pigmentation, was far from unclean.

The sight of the cowardly Boji Countess Yesod-mamang being embarrassed.

It's really fucking hot.

"I-It's done now, right?"

"No, please keep holding it."

"Kyahang…!"

Siwoo grabbed the Countess's pelvis as a handle instead of her buttocks.

The Countess, firmly fixed as if caught in a trap.

Rear Boji Inspection Backshots, thrusting his waist powerfully again while observing her shame.

Before long, the urge to ejaculate surged.

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

"Haang…! Haaaa…! Haaaat…! No… no… this is too… vulgar…! It's… it's all being seen…."

Even as she said that, the Countess never let go of her buttocks.

How could one not find her adorable?

To repay her efforts, Siwoo also demonstrated his spear technique as diligently as possible.

Simply doing it hard isn't the answer.

Just like focusing power with Foot Technique.

Hitting the exact same spot repeatedly, layering the pleasure—that is the essence of backshots.

"Kkeuk…! Higueuk…! M-Mr. Siwoo…!"

When the Countess calls Siwoo this urgently.

It's right before she reaches her climax.

"I, I, I'm going to… c-cum…! R-right now…. Hueguuut…!"

Almost simultaneously with her declaration, the Countess spectacularly came.

Watching the Boji flesh vibrating like waves caressing his cock and the beautiful rear view repeatedly opening and closing wide.

Siwoo drove his cock in to the deepest point.

-Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

"Ah…ah…ah…. It's… hot…."

It seemed she had held back quite a lot.

The fierce cum baptism relentlessly pounding the entrance to the Countess's womb.

Just as the Countess, who had been curling her body as if shrinking, displayed a tremor full of ecstasy, the scheduled absorption of magic power began.

"Ah…. Wh-what is this…."

-Shoooosh!

The tentacles of magic power immediately stretching toward the womb.

Accepting another's magic power into the Brand is close to taboo, but the Countess was flustered by the clean, pure magic power she was feeling for the first time in her life.

"It's alright. Please rest assured."

"Haaaaaat…!"

-Zzeong!

Simultaneously, the swelling wave of magical power overflowed as if about to shatter the window.

The second eruption of magic power, like a second ejaculation, pounded against the narrowed inside of the vagina and womb along with the vaginal ejaculation.

"Hueuk…! Hueueuuk…! Kyaaaak…!"The Countess fainted, experiencing what must have been her umpteenth orgasm of the night.

A word from the author (author’s note)

November 11th, Pepero Day, is a commercial ploy by X, and was originally Farmers’ Day.

Let us all become cultured individuals with the intellect and dignity to not fall for the vulgar marketing tactics of giant corporations.

And the reason I took a break yesterday was to go eat sushi.

No malicious interpretations, nope.