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“S-Siwoo…! Haah…!”

How many times had I taken his load again?

And how many times had I moaned and passed out in pleasure, only to wake up and end up doing it all over again?

Eloa had long given up on keeping count, she snuggled into Siwoo’s arms, relishing the feeling of his shaft sliding into her.

“You promised to tell me how many times you’ve cummed, Master.”

They were locked in a position that allowed his cock to directly press against her cervix.

Siwoo stood with his legs slightly apart.

Eloa wrapped her limbs around him as he supported her weight; Her legs went around his waist and her arms around his neck.

His hands gripped her plump buttocks, supporting her as he thrusted upwards.

This was the so-called carrying position.

Eloa was hanging onto Siwoo like a clingy child as she took his member in.

Her body shape was perfect for this position as she melded with Siwoo seamlessly.

“I-I can’t… I-I lost…count…! Aahh…!”

Eloa cried out in a voice that sounded almost like a sob.

She had stopped stifling her moans like she did in the beginning of their intercourse. Now, she had been letting out the voice of a female in heat, though hoarse from all the action.

Well, given that she had been relentlessly pounded by him from 2 am until the dawnbreak, it was understandable that she was in this state.

She had already received Siwoo’s semen three times, and even now she was offering her pussy to him, begging for more.

“Are you sure you’ve lost count, Master? You shouldn’t lie, you know?”

“Ngh…! Ahh…! W-Why do you…keep…asking…those embarrassing questions…! Ahh…!”

When he stabbed her in her sensitive uterine orifice, she almost lost her grip on his neck.

The fear of falling tightened her pussy’s grip around his cock.

Acknowledging this, Siwoo adjusted his position before moving his hips rhythmically.

With each thrust, Eloa couldn’t help but let out a sob-like moan, which only captivated Siwoo even more.

When the dignified, benevolent, refined, and gentle master turned into this lewd, vulgar and lascivious woman…

How could he, as her disciple, not stop and savor the moment?

“Please, Master, tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Ngg… Haaang… I-I’ve cummed just now… T-That was…t-the t-twenty…t-twenty third time… Hng!”

“Twenty three times? Amazing.”

Perhaps it was because the pleasure had become too overwhelming for her.

Eloa’s eyes welled up with tears every time she came.

Though, even a fool could see that those tears didn’t come from sadness.

In a half-dazed state, she was penetrated by his member.

Amidst all that, she could still give a lewd reaction to his teasing tone.

“Y-You…a-are… Y-You’re going…t-too intense…! Ahh…!”

“Can you tell me if you’re about to cum next time?”

Siwoo asked calmly, not even considering slowing down his piston-like thrusts.

Eloa was surprisingly light, but she still had the weight of a sack of rice.

So, it was still quite a task for him to support her weight like this, especially when she was all limp like a wet rag.

Even with a spirit body, enduring this kind of thing for a whole hour was still a tough thing to do.

But he didn’t seem to have any trouble with it.

Interestingly enough, this was all the result of all the physical training Eloa had put his spirit body through. Labor of this level wouldn’t tire him.

Of course, he still infused a bit of his mana into his body, just in case.

“N-No…! I-It’s too embarrassing…! Haaa!”

“I see. Guess we don’t have much choice then.”

Siwoo firmly grabbed her luscious buttocks and began his series of vigorous thrusts.

His RPM seemed to have doubled as Eloa’s body bounced up and down like crazy.

-Jjik, jjik!

Even though they had just engaged in light foreplay, her juices flowed abundantly, making him wonder if this was because of their consecutive sex.

Or maybe it was because there was a leftover semen inside her.

Whatever it was, he could clearly hear the distinct sound of her love juices splashing around.

“Kyaaah…! Ahh…! Hii…!”

At this point, Eloa had become so sensitive that even the slightest touch would make her tremble and climax.

Facing his vigorous pistoning, she went from moaning to screaming to pleading.

“Aaah….! M-My pussy…! I-I cummed again…f-from my pussy…! I-I told you…! N-Now p-please stop…!”

“You did well, Master.”

Siwoo paused, giving her a moment to rest, as if rewarding her efforts.

Meanwhile, her brain felt like it was melting.

Eloa was starting to grasp the effects that overwhelming pleasure had on the human body.

“Uuu…hicc…”

She meekly clung to Siwoo, her whole body trembling.

Unlike men, women had no limit to how many times they could orgasm.

Despite her dignified status as Siwoo’s master, Duchess Tiphereth ultimately was just a woman.

After experiencing orgasms in the double digits, her entire body would still turn incredibly sensitive, as if in a constant state of climax.

Her vaginal walls twitched incessantly, as if the mere presence of his cock inside her pussy was enough to make her cum.

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

“T-That…! F-Forget that! I only did that because you said you liked it…!”

Even in her dazed state, she still remembered all the embarrassing things she had said.

Then again, how could she forget it?

How exactly could she forget that she was begging him to fuck her until she fainted?

Even now, when every inch of her body was being exposed to him, her face was still hot from the embarrassment.

“Can you do it again?”

“...”

Hearing that, she rested her forehead against his neck, her body became still, as if she were asleep.

She was clearly pondering it.

“Please?”

“...”

“Mm?”

“Ngh…”

As he asked her once again, he began to move his hips slowly.

This placed her in a situation where she had to struggle maintaining her authority as his master and wanting to please him as a woman.

But ultimately, the latter prevailed.

Using Sharon and Periwinkle as her inspiration, Eloa tried to come up with a phrase that would please him.

“S-Siwoo’s cock…t-tastes good… I-Is that enough?”

That sentence alone made her face even more flushed than during her climax.

Now that the dizziness that the alcohol brought her had gone—probably due to the rigorous exercise—she felt even more embarrassed than ever.

“Just that?”

“...Stop it already!”

Eloa unwrapped her arms from his neck before she playfully tapped his chest.

Had Siwoo not caught her in time, his cock would have experienced an awful disaster; Possibly breaking under the strain.

Her legs wrapped around his waist were barely holding on.

“Sorry, but you’re just too cute, Master.”

“...S-Stop lying. I-I know what you think. M-My hair color is strange and I’m too short for a woman…”

She whined in a childish tone, pressing her cheek against his chest.

The way she was hitting him, acting cutely, getting happy, then pouting—she was showing such different sides of herself, which made Siwoo delighted to see.

It would be great if I got to see this expressive side of her earlier.

Why did it take her so long to gather the courage to do this?

“No, Master, you’re cute.”

“...I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I said I’m not!”

“Even when you’re pretending to be angry, you’re cute.”

“I-I’m not pretending!”

Eloa remained steadfast in her denial.

But the joy she felt from the continuous praises and her desire to affirm those praises was a clear indication of her love for him.

Thinking about this filled her with sadness.

This is just a fleeting happiness, coming from one single dreamy night…

Once today passes…everything will continue as it was…as if tonight never happened…

What if she hadn’t taken on the role of his master?

Or if she had been by his side before Sharon?

Eloa had never thought of turning her disciple into her lover or pushing out his current lover this late in the game.

Even though this might sound shameless of her, she genuinely felt apologetic toward his current girlfriend, Miss Evergreen.

“Siwoo…”

“Yes, Master?”

“...I’ll do as you say.”

“Really? That makes me happy.”

With whatever strength she had left, Eloa wrapped her arms around Siwoo’s neck.

“All I’ll be saying is only to please you. None of my words are my true feelings, do you understand that?”

“Of course— Urk!”

She held him tightly, as if he was the most precious thing.

Then, she remained still.

After a moment, her soft voice flowed out of her mouth.

“If I weren’t your master, I would want to spend nights like this with you, every single day…”

It was the first time that Siwoo had ever heard her speaking with this kind of tone.

Her naturally high-pitched voice was lowered, there wasn't any solemnity in her voice anymore, nor did it sound restrained.

Not only that, her voice also wasn’t one that was deliriously immersed in pleasure, nor was it a forced cutesy voice.

“If there was no one by your side, I would want to fill that space.”

There was a clear lack of pretense in her voice.

As if this was a genuine confession that came from her heart.

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

Siwoo stood there, stunned.

That was how sincere and straightforward her confession sounded; Even a fool could understand it clearly.

“I think… I love you… Siwoo…”

Then, silence descended upon them.

Heavy…

Her genuine feelings were strikingly heavy for him.

It was to the point that Siwoo found himself thinking if he even deserved all this, even though he was clearly under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

“Hehe.”

Then, Eloa’s laughter broke the silence.

She uttered her next words in a triumphant tone, as if she had successfully pulled off a prank on him.

“Were you surprised? Hehe, your expression was priceless. It feels good to finally get back at you after everything you put me through tonight.”

“...”

“Don’t make me say things like that again, okay? Now, can you put me down?”

Siwoo carefully pulled his shaft out and lowered her to the floor.

She almost collapsed when her feet touched the ground, but he managed to catch her just in time.

“Please be careful.”

“...What are you saying? You’re the one who made my legs weak like this…”

“...”

Eloa had already gone back to her usual self, as if nothing had happened earlier.

However, Siwoo was still giving her a complicated look.

“...”

“...”

The moment their eyes met, a deep regret struck Eloa.

Deep down, she knew…

Siwoo would never take this kind of thing as a joke.

What she had said was nothing but a full-blown confession.

Yet, it left room for uncertainty.

A lot of room for doubt and conflict.

As if she was testing him despite her saying that she’d cherish tonight’s memories earlier.

But it didn’t matter.

Tonight, she had decided that she’d allow everything.

For him…

And for herself.

She then pushed him onto the bed.

“Are you feeling weak?”

Siwoo’s shaft, now a mess due to his own cum and her love juice—a bigger mess compared to his first ejaculation—was all limp.

“Master, I—”

“One more word and I swear I will never see you again.”

“...”

Her firm tone made Siwoo fall silent and she knelt down at his feet.

“What now? Are you going to be mad at me over a joke? You were the one who wanted me to say it.”

Eloa decided not to dwell on the bitter memories.

Because it was best to hold onto the good ones instead.

Even if it seemed selfish…

She believed that this was the right choice.

With that in mind, she took his now messy member into her mouth without any hesitation.

“Chew…sluuurpp…”

From the semen trapped under his glans to all the love juices covering it…

As if she was giving it a french kiss, she thoroughly swirled her tongue around his penis, swallowing everything.

Even though she found the taste repulsive before.

Somehow, that unpleasant taste felt oddly tasty to her.

“Kuh!”

Unable to resist the stimulation, Siwoo’s penis began to swell rapidly.

When he looked up at her…

He found himself struck by surprise.

Because her eyes shimmered with a brilliant pink light, coming from her mana.

“Siwoo.”

“Master…!”

“I love you. That much is true.”

The smile on her face was more sorrowful than he had ever seen.

“Hereby, I declare a covenant.”

And that…

Was the moment when Siwoo’s memory was cut off.