City of Witches Chapter 391

Count Yesod knelt on the bare floor, where people walked with shoes on without even a floor cushion.

Beside her, her removed dress was neatly folded.

On top of it, a generously sized bra, a suggestive lace panty, and high heels were arranged like decorations.

In contrast, Siwoo was comfortably leaning back on the sofa, fully clothed except for his thing dangling out through the opening of his suit pants.

The Countess, not even permitted to wear a single thread, had her hands placed neatly on her thighs as she knelt, diligently moving her head back and forth.

-Slurp… sluuurp… chu-lup… chuuup…

Could there be a composition that so clearly illustrates the difference in their positions?

The Countess’s thick lips softly enveloped the shaft, and her tirelessly moving tongue licked the Glans.

Unable to meet Siwoo’s eyes, the Countess was applying makeup to his cock with an expression that blended shame and excitement in just the right measure.

Using her saliva and melted lip gloss.

Who would have thought she’d permit it so easily?

Even Siwoo, who had wondered if he was pushing too far, was moved by her enthusiastic response.

“Try sucking a little deeper.”

Hesitation.

Count Yesod’s movements halted.

Was this going too far…?

But the Countess, whose eyelashes fluttered slightly, obediently took the cock deeper into her mouth without complaint.

A Fellatio so deep it almost reached her throat.

The soft inner flesh of her mouth, which he had never felt before, rubbed against his Glans more thoroughly.

“Chuuup… ugh… ung… uhp….”

Her hair was elegantly braided up into a chignon style.

Her slightly furrowed brows, like a goose’s, perhaps from labored breathing, and her lips forming a perfect circle around the cock.

And her breasts swaying gently behind.

He was starting to lose patience.

He wanted to put it in.

“That’s enough now.”

“Puhah…! Cough…! Cough…!”

The Countess spat out the cock, turned her body demurely, covered her mouth, and let out a light cough.

Here was the Countess, from whom grace emanated even in such trivial gestures, kneeling naked before him and performing Fellatio service.

But today’s role-playing wouldn’t end at this level.

“Oh dear…”

When Siwoo threw in an appropriate ad-lib to lead the scene forward, the Countess asked in a cautious tone.

“What’s wrong? Mr. Siwoo? Did my teeth scrape you…?”

“See this?”

The Countess’s eyes moved to Siwoo’s erect tower.

A ring of lip gloss encircled his cock like a measuring mark on a stick, showing how deep she had gone.

“It got dirty because of your makeup, Countess.”

“Ah…”

“I’ll need to wipe it off.”

According to the novel he skimmed earlier, this wouldn’t even reach 50% of the intensity.

How would the Countess react, indeed?

“Th-that… I’m so sorry, what should I do…?”

Still hesitating.

The Countess avoided his gaze, looking here and there, and fiddled with an innocent strand of hair by her temple.

He drove the point home with a single remark.

“Since Countess Yesod dirtied it, I’d like to wipe it with your body. You know what I mean, right?”

The Countess gave a small nod and carefully rose from her spot.

“I-I’ll wipe it for you.”

“Where are you going to wipe it?”

“With m-my… my hole…”

The slightly bratty, teasing tone was key.

“Whose where?”

“M-me… Countess Lucy Yesod’s… Bo…ji…”

Count Yesod, who had finally uttered the vulgar word just like in the novel dialogue, finally hung her head low and stared at her own toes.

Her hands, with nowhere else to go, were gathered respectfully in front of her, making her look exactly like a child being sternly scolded.

Generally, this kind of situational role-play is difficult without some alcohol.

The cringe factor breaks immersion.

But the Countess’s reactions, her tightly bitten lips, and her finely trembling naked body were enough to make one forget such trivial thoughts and become immersed.

At this very moment, Madame Yesod was Siwoo’s slave.

Should he push the boundary just a little more?

“I’ll do an inspection first. Come closer.”

“M-Mr. Siwoo… I-I’m a little scared…”

“If you’re going to wipe my thing, I need to inspect.”

Where in that expression was there any sign of fear?

It was the face of craving—feeling all sorts of shame, humiliation, and embarrassment, yet desiring ‘a little more.’

Siwoo, treating her like an object, tapped the thighs of the hesitantly approaching Countess left and right, forcing them to spread shoulder-width apart.

As she came closer, he could feel her hot, rapid breaths moving back and forth.

He could also see the love juice flowing abundantly down her thighs.

The sweet and tangy body scent rising from there felt like it seized his brain in an instant.

“The angle isn’t great. Get up on the table.”

The Countess readily nodded and stepped onto the low table.

Siwoo also leaned forward and, as if inspecting her Boji, tapped her petals with his hand.

Beneath the pubic hair, which he wondered how could be so fluffy.

He noticed the Countess’s pearl, which seemed more swollen than before, and below it, the delectable petals veiled like a curtain.

“If it’s this wet, it should wipe well, don’t you think?”

“Hueut…!”

At Siwoo’s sarcastic remark, testing the waters and crossing the line, the Countess’s small pearl gave a subtle twitch.

It was a signal she showed whenever she felt sexual excitement.

“By the way, why are you so wet?”

“Mr. Siwoo… y-you know full well…”

“I want to hear it from your mouth, Countess.”

The confession of Count Yesod, transformed from a voluptuous widow into an easy prey.

“Earlier… when my butt was being spanked… and while I was servicing Mr. Siwoo’s thing with my mouth… I got excited…”

The Countess is cooperating more enthusiastically with the role-play than expected.

In that case, Siwoo decided to put his all into embarrassing the Countess as well.

“Now try wiping it.”

“Hut… uung… hut…!”

-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

The soft flesh of an overripe fruit past its harvest time.

If one were to crush that flesh by hand, wouldn’t it produce a similar scent and sound?

The air growing cold and dry as winter deepens.

A lewd sound, seemingly capable of dyeing even that air hot and moist, echoed continuously from the sofa.

The Countess, squatting down to clean his cock, just like when she first took him inside her before.

The difference from back then was that her once confident and self-assured expression was now distorted with shame and a desire for humiliation.

And the awkward movement of her hips, as if her waist had given out.

The reason for the Countess’s clumsy movements was none other than this.

Because she was feeling a much greater sexual pleasure than before, and she felt she might climax if she wasn’t careful, her inner flesh squirmed and whispered to the cock.

“Countess, you don’t seem very sorry, do you?”

“Hueut…!”

Look at this.As soon as he spoke in a slightly sarcastic tone, a tightening grip and legs going slack.

Siwoo reached out and grabbed the Countess's breasts, which hung like luscious fruit.

A softness that did not betray expectations filled his palm.

"Ah, no, Mr. Siwoo…. I, I'm moving as hard as I can…."

"As hard as you can…."

Siwoo gently gripped the Countess's pelvis.

And with a single flick of his hips, he firmly pressed against the entrance to the Countess's Womb, which was twitching.

-Squelch!

-Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

"Hooook…! Hheuk…! Kyaahang…!"

Simultaneously, the Countess lost her balance and collapsed.

Despite being prodded just once, her body, sensitized by various stimuli, immediately reached orgasm.

Lucy Yesod's juices trickling out from the narrow crevice.

The Countess, bouncing her hips back and forth as if dancing obscenely, embraced even greater pleasure from the aftershocks of that motion.

At the same time, the Countess's legs, which had been squatting as if urinating, completely gave way.

That soft female body fell heavily into Siwoo's embrace.

"Hahuk…! Haheut…! Hah-eueu…!"

Firmly gripping her pelvis had been the best choice.

Otherwise, he might not have avoided the catastrophic disaster of a penile fracture.

Siwoo realized just how much fulfilling a fetish could affect the quality of an orgasm.

A climax far more intense than before, even though they hadn't properly started yet.

Countess Yesod clung to Siwoo's embrace, trembling violently as if she were sobbing, her entire body shaking as if about to shatter.

Not to mention the lower part.

Siwoo's pants, along with his shirt, were utterly ruined to the point of needing a wash.

"You've made a mess again…."

"Heeueuk… Hheug…. I'm, I'm sorry… Mr. Siwoo…."

"If you've done wrong, you should be punished, right?"

A second confirmation to ask for the Countess's consent.

Countess Yesod's response to that was…

"…Punish… me…."

Another okay.

The Countess, lying on a table at waist height like meat being prepared on a cutting board.

It was a lewd posture, with her arms tucked behind her knees, hugging them tightly, and her legs spread wide open.

Naturally, it was Siwoo's order.

Her gaze, filled with anticipation, shaken by fear, and soaked in lust, was fixed on Siwoo.

"It seems like the Countess squirts like a bedwetter at any given moment. I think you need a bit of training."

Siwoo stood before her, looking at the Countess's exposed Boji.

The already plump mound looked even more adorable, perhaps soaked in love juice.

And the target selected for punishment was the Countess's love-juice-squirting switch.

The large, swollen clitoris.

"You're prepared, right? Your posture must not falter at all."

Honestly, he had wanted to try this since he first saw it.

It was the first time he had seen such a distinct, round, and pretty clit.

Siwoo gathered energy in his finger as if preparing to flick.

The Countess's gaze, still seemingly unaware of what was about to happen, curiously followed the tip of Siwoo's finger.

"I'll only flick it ten times."

"Huh…?"

And when that hand was raised before the Countess's widely spread thighs.

It seemed she finally sensed what was about to happen.

"W-wait, wait, wait…! Mr. Siwoo…! If you do that…. Kyaaaaah…!"

But it was too late.

As soon as Siwoo's flick went chap! and tapped the bead, the Countess's waist arched back with a single sharp scream.

Simultaneously, love juice spurted out as if she were really urinating.

"Hahat…! Hahat…! Hah-eueu…! Hah-eueu…!"

Amidst it all, the Countess tightly gripped the backs of her knees, her body trembling violently.

No, she wasn't intentionally holding her legs like that.

It was just that her muscles were so tense from holding her legs that she couldn't let go.

"Hahaa…. Hahaa…. Hah-heueu… Hah-heueu…!"

The slightly parted entrance to her Boji could be seen twitching as if convulsing.

In rhythm, the bud below and the clit also repeated their frantic twitching.

The once-clean tabletop was instantly soiled with love juice.

He hadn't even done it that hard….

What is this, it's scary.

But the role-playing wasn't over yet.

"Countess, you seem to really like it?"

"Hahaa… Hheu… Mr., Mr. Siwoo…. That's, that's too much…."

"There are still nine more to go. And…."

Siwoo mercilessly bestowed an additional flick upon the Countess.

"Kyaaaaah…!"

This time, as her arms loosened and she tried to release her legs, he firmly secured them with a Ribbon.

"You tried to go without saying you were going to squirt again."

-Tap!

"Kyahang…! Pleeease! Mr. Siwoo…! I squirted…! I squirted…!"

-Tap!

"Just once…! Let me rest just once…! Kyahang…! Hheu… Hah-eueu…! I, I squirted again…. Now…"

-Tap!

"Hah-eueu…Hheu-euung… Kyahong…!"

Even though he flicked more gently each time, the Countess's reactions grew more intense.

But with each flick, it seemed as if her climaxes overlapped, making her reactions even more violent.

However.

-Smack!

"Kkeueup…!"

After the final flick, the Countess's body, which had jerked violently, went completely limp.

The excessively injected pleasure had finally blown the Countess's fuse.

Author's Note (Afterword)

Now this is more to my taste lol..