Chapter 69
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Oracle - 5
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“S-Sylvia?”
“Have you come back to your senses?”
Sian, who had just opened his eyes, was still out of it and mistook Irina for Sylvia.
“E-Everyone... is safe, right?”
“They're fine. They're all fine, so don't push yourself anymore. Rest.”
Even so, seeing Sian worry more about his family than himself brought a smile to Irina's face.
Reassured by her smile, Sian began to close his eyes again.
And now that he had finally relaxed a bit, his pent-up desires began to surge. Giving in to them, he pulled Irina—who he still mistook for Sylvia—into his arms.
“S-Son-in-law?”
Irina was startled, but before she could resist, Sian stole her lips.
“Mmph?!”
Irina's mind blanked out for a moment as a foreign tongue invaded her mouth for the first time.
She didn't know what to do with the mix of disgust and strange pleasure from Sian's tongue ravaging hers, and meanwhile, Sian began to explore her body.
“Eek?!”
Irina let out a sharp cry at Sian's hands caressing her body like he was savoring it.
“N-No, not there!”
As the apostle of Ornak, the god of frost, Irina had kept her purity all this time. She tried to stop Sian from touching her privates, but her slender strength couldn't hold him back.
Thus, feeling a man's touch inside her for the first time, Irina was half terrified, half anxious.
“Hnn?!”
And then she was shocked.
Her brain received a jolt of electric pleasure—the first she'd ever felt in her long life.
After bringing Irina to her first climax like that, Sian licked his fingers coated in her juices and carefully spread her legs.
“I'm putting it in, Sylvia.”
“P-Putting what in? Snap out of it, son-in-law! I'm not Sylvia...”
As Sian tried to push his swollen member into her entrance, Irina shoved at him to resist. But Sian stole her lips again, rendering it futile.
In the end...
“Aaaah!!!”
Irina had to lose the purity she'd guarded for decades.
...
'Blood... smell?'
When I came to my senses...
There was a naked Sylvia in front of me.
Reassured that everyone was safe, I suddenly couldn't control my boiling lust. Maybe because I'd nearly died and come back, but with a naked Sylvia right there, I couldn't hold back. I ended up ravishing her.
She's always loved making love with me, so I figured she'd accept my urges this time too.
But she resisted way more than usual.
Blood smell, even?
As I panicked, the woman I'd thought was Sylvia grumbled in an irritated voice.
“Have you finally come to your senses?”
“No way... Irina?”
The person I'd been with this whole time wasn't Sylvia, but her aunt, Irina?
As I panicked, Irina kept grumbling reproachfully.
“Because of you, son-in-law, I lost the purity I'd kept all this time.”
“I... I'm really sorry.”
I had no choice but to apologize. No matter the misunderstanding, I'd forced myself on her.
Still, there was one thing I had to point out.
“But why were you lying naked next to me, Irina? And why am I naked too?”
“That's...”
It wasn't like I'd undressed her, or anyone else had.
When she opened her eyes, she was already naked beside me, and I was naked too.
From my delirious state, mistaking her for Sylvia was inevitable.
“Were you watching me like that from before?”
“N-No, nothing like that! No matter how impressive you are, you're my niece's man! And this was for the virgin's co-sleeping ritual.”
“Virgin's co-sleeping?”
The name alone sounded pretty weird.
“V-Virgin's co-sleeping is when a woman who has received a god's divinity shares a bed to exchange divinities.”
“Wouldn't that put you in danger too, Irina?”
“It would... but I intended to sacrifice myself from the start. You have a family to protect, don't you?”
Her words moved me. It seemed Irina, whom I'd only just met, was willing to risk her life to save mine. Probably because she cared so much for Sylvia.
Accepting her explanation, I reached out and fondled her breast.
As expected from Sylvia and Chloe's bloodline, it was incredibly soft.
“Wh-Why are you touching me?”
“Huh? Wasn't this co-sleeping?”
“It's not like that!”
“Huh?”
Co-sleeping.
Literally, it means two people of opposite sexes sleeping together, and it usually implies something sexual.
I'd thought her "virgin's co-sleeping" meant the same, but apparently not.
“Virgin's co-sleeping is a sacred act of sharing divinity. It's not some sordid affair between man and woman—eek?!”
Irina tried to continue her explanation, but unable to hold back, I thrust my hips while still inside her.
Her sharp moan felt so good.
“Wh-What are you doing?”
“What else? Trying to get intimate with you, Irina.”
“Didn't you understand me?”
“I did. But putting that aside, I can't hold back right now.”
Some days, words just spill out—and for me, some days, my lust explodes.
And today was one of those days.
After holding back during the expedition, and right after cheating death.
I wanted to ravish Irina so badly my lower body felt like it was going insane.
Seeming to understand my urges as my body trembled, Irina cautiously spoke up.
“I-I'm more than twice your age. I'm an old woman compared to how you see me.”
“True. But what does that matter?”
From the frost flower tribe, practically anti-aging incarnate, Irina looked like she was in her twenties, just like Sylvia.
And a beautiful one at that.
To me, her age was just a number that didn't matter.
“You're so beautiful I can't hold back. Or do you hate me, Irina?”
“What woman would hate a man as outstanding as you?”
Irina averted her gaze as she spoke, but it was clear she wanted me deep down.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have risked her life to save me. But even so, her reason for refusing me was simple.
“I'm Sylvia's aunt.”
Aunt of my mother-in-law.
Definitely a relationship not easy to overlook for someone with conventional views.
But for me—already involved with mother-in-law Sylvia, sister-in-law Clara, and even concubine Elsia—it was too late to care.
So I embraced Irina again.
“Don't worry about it. I've already been with Sylvia, your niece-in-law, and sister-in-law Clara too. Adding her aunt won't make it any worse.”
“W-Wait... what did you just say?”
“I said don't worry.”
“After that.”
“That you're my mother-in-law's aunt.”
Irina looked flustered at my words, then seemed to realize something. Her eyes sharpened fiercely.
“Sylvia... you lied to me.”
“...”
Apparently, Sylvia had introduced me as her husband.
Honestly, she probably couldn't admit to her aunt that she'd been fooling around with her daughter's husband.
“Something felt off. She was especially awkward talking about your relationship... so that was why.”
“Sylvia's more shy than she lets on.”
“Even so, with your daughter's husband—eek?!”
Irina kept nitpicking, so I pressed hard against her womb with my member.
“Keep nagging, and I might get mad.”
“Eek... just wait a—hnnngh!!”
Ignoring her pleas, I moved my hips. Each time, Irina arched her back, taking my massive shaft deep.
“I-It’s too big...”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Not a compli—haaahk?!”
The harder I thrust, the more Irina let out fierce moans in the northern dialect instead of imperial tongue.
“Feels good? It does, right? Feels good for me too, Irina.”
“Hnn... not that good.”
“Really?”
“Y-Yes. At my age, I won't get rattled by mere sex.”
Whether she wanted to act her age against a much younger man or it was her pride as an apostle, I took her words as "I'm fine."
“Then I can get rougher, right?”
“R-Rougher?”
I flipped Irina's body around and pulled her hips toward me.
She asked in a slightly trembling voice.
“Wh-What position is this?”
“The one beasts use for mating. I personally call it doggy style.”
“Beast mating... naming such a vulgar position...”
“Don't northern women go crazy for this one?”
“Who said that? Northern women make love gently!!”
“Sylvia.”
“Sylviaaaaa!!”
I grabbed Irina's waist and slammed my throbbing member into her. She cried out Sylvia's name amid her moans.
...
“Nngh... wait, just a moment.”
“Haaah! Y-You're too intense!”
“Haaaaah!!”
Just as Sian called it beast-like mating, Irina fully felt the sensation of being mounted by a male.
Each time Sian powerfully stabbed her womb with his shaft, she felt like she was going mad.
'No... no... no.'
It started with just pain, but as her lower belly heated up, pleasure began to creep in. Irina tried her best to endure it.
This was Ornak's tomb.
Her divine relic, the 'Burning Ice,' was right in front of her.
In other words, she was being ravished in front of the god she served.
'I'm an apostle. I can't howl like some bitch in heat!'
She couldn't stop Sian's rampage, but she didn't want to show a disheveled state before her god. Irina tried to withstand the pleasure as best she could.
Slap!
“Eek?!”
“Tighten up more.”
Sian's rough handling of her like a female in heat began to break down her defenses.
“Tense your lower belly and lift your hips higher.”
“L-Like this?”
Slap.
“Hahk!”
“Yes, good job.”
“S-Son-in-law... can't you be a little gentler?”
“Gentler? Got it.”
At Irina's request, Sian gently stroked her hair. She felt embarrassed at the childlike treatment, but then his tongue stole her lips, making her body twitch.
Seeing her reaction, Sian breathed hotly against her nape.
“I love you.”
“Hnya...”
Caught off guard by the sudden confession, Irina's defenses crumbled completely. Sian didn't miss it.
He shook his hips even harder, accompanied by the rapid wet slapping sounds.
“Hnnngaaaah!!!”
In the end, Irina's body shuddered as she climaxed again.
Sian grabbed her arms and pulled them back.
“Feels good, right? Right?”
“N-Not thaaat—hnnngh!”
“Then I'll pound you till it does!”
Her continued denial sparked his stubbornness. To see her fall apart, Sian held back his own release and kept thrusting.
It began to swell inside her, and instinctively sensing his impending climax, Irina's mental walls shattered under the growing heat in her belly.
“It feels good! So good I'm going crazyyy!!”
“Feels good for me too, Irina!”
Sian bit her nape, pressed hard against her womb with his member, and released.
“Hah! Haaaaah!!!”
Irina lost her mind from the hot semen flooding her womb.
The sensation of being dyed in Sian's color—it was the moment a female submitted to a male.
“Clean me up, please.”
As Irina briefly lost consciousness, Sian's member appeared before her.
Thick, girthy, covered in semen with a musky scent.
Thinking how this weapon-like thing had reached her most precious place moments ago felt novel and lewd.
But it didn't disgust her.
If anything, it felt endearing.
'Now I get why Sylvia acted like that.'
Forgetting her god was watching, Irina slowly took Sian's member into her mouth as he'd asked.