Chapter 359
Chapter 359
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 359
Chapter Title: Chapter 359 - #78_야외활동
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 359
Chapter Title: Outdoor Activity
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1.
There is a saying that seeing is believing.
Hearing theories and explanations is a fine way to indirectly absorb new knowledge.
But nothing could surpass the direct, intuitive experience hammered straight into one's eyes and senses.
The moment the Countess shared her mental image, a whole new horizon unfolded—one Siu had never known before.
Vague concepts solidified into sharp definitions.
"Ah...."
The hazy notions grew crystal clear.
The muddled framework sharpened into focus.
The blurred boundaries snapped into vivid relief.
A missing puzzle piece clicked perfectly into place.
Just the act of cognizing it caused the magic circuit to expand explosively.
For one fleeting instant, Siu even felt the illusion that the world Lucy Yesod beheld overlapped perfectly with his own view.
His brain thrummed like it was vibrating.
The shiver of enlightenment surged from his toes to the crown of his head, blurring even the sensations in his limbs.
"Hngh...."
What halted Siu's thoughts as they ballooned outward like endlessly branching roots was none other than the Countess's sultry sigh, muffled against his chest.
That sound flipped a switch in his mind, redirecting his awareness like changing channels.
Cold air, untouched by any winter-night hearth, brushed the patches of skin not pressed to the Countess's bare flesh.
The hard floor steadied his weight beneath his feet.
In stark contrast came the warm glow radiating from her chest against his.
From the slender, sweetly alluring body he had unwittingly clutched came an ecstatic softness.
Was it the vertigo from that mind-scrambling thrill?
His arms, which had started as a simple comforting embrace from behind, now coiled fiercely around Countess Lucy's waist and over her breasts.
"...Huh."
And in the worst possible spot.
At some point, blood had rushed southward, and now his hardened length nestled unmistakably between her buttocks.
Of course, for all his researcher instincts, Siu wasn't some pervert who popped a boner from a scientific breakthrough.
This was just what happened when he'd forgotten to breathe through his mouth and inhaled her scent once or twice.
His head cleared in a rush, like a bucket of ice water over the flames.
This had definitely crossed a line.
The Countess had only allowed the close contact to share her mental image.
Now what excuse could he possibly muster for his brazen lower half and wandering arms? Darkness swam in his vision.
"S-Sorry!"
Siu released her body in a panic, as if she'd been red-hot iron in his arms.
Luckily—whether from the shock or shallow breaths of her scent—the arousal wasn't overwhelming.
As he stumbled back several paces in a fluster, the Countess glanced back over her shoulder with a sly look.
"Your face is bright red."
"I-It might be hard to believe, but this was absolutely not on purpose. Especially not with Your Ladyship..."
"It's fine. We're not kids anymore. I get it—perfectly natural physiology."
The Countess chuckled softly, readjusting the shoulder strap knocked askew by Siu's rough grip.
Even that tiny motion oozed seduction.
"I figured a guy as handsome as you, Siu, must have tons of experience with women. You're such a pure soul."
Only then, seeing her brush it off so casually, could Siu finally exhale in relief.
He had no defense, even with ten mouths to speak. For her to write it off as a harmless fluke was beyond grateful.
"Oh my, no teasing intended."
Countess Lucy lightly feigned surprise, hand to her mouth.
Then, with a mischievous smile, she added,
"Actually, no—you tried pulling a naughty prank on me, so we're even. Apology withdrawn."
"R-Really, that wasn't my intention at all..."
It wasn't like he was some back-hug virgin to sweat this much over a simple embrace.
The issue was the woman in question: someone he barely knew.
The Countess, no less.
Someone who'd even permitted a bit of indignity just to help him out—and he'd gone and shoved his rod in her face.
"So, what did you sense?"
As if to spare him further agony, she settled back onto the sofa and asked.
The vista he'd just witnessed.
Its majesty...
"Aside from the feel of my ass?"
"...Sorry."
Her teasing wasn't done yet.
Siu stayed flustered; she kept poking fun.
It was only natural that airing his thoughts on force field magic—and wrapping up the lesson—took twice as long as usual.
2.
"Thank you so much again today. And that awkward moment in the middle... please just forget it."
"We'll see. Depends on how you act from here."
Siu departed, teased right up to the door.
She watched his back—bowed at a perfect ninety degrees before slipping out—and let out,
"Phew...."
A long, steaming sigh that put the chill night air to shame.
"What a fool I am."
The Countess cracked a half-bitter, self-mocking smile.
She fetched the witches' ultimate boredom-busters from the cabinet: brandy and on-the-rocks glasses.
Truth be told, sharing a mental image only needed firm hand-holding.
But Yesod had insisted he strip off his shirt and pressed her back to his chest anyway.
No lame excuses needed.
She'd been craving another feel of those rock-hard muscles and abs from before.
Adults fooling around a little—no harm in that, right?
It was a scorching pulse she hadn't felt in ages.
Her back still burned where they'd touched, thrumming with his heartbeat and feverish heat.
"And besides..."
When Lucy had yanked his arm to pull him flush, that thing had slotted right between her cheeks...
Dress, panties, more panties, suit trousers—barriers aplenty, but who needed to dwell?
A cock hefty enough to make even her jump.
For a man who always charmed with polite calm, hiding that monster?
But it was mere idle musing—half her own doing—so nothing more.
Just snippets: 'damn firm', 'damn huge'.
Yet the fluke didn't stop there.
As she shared the image—right at the climax—he'd stirred.
Thick arms clamped her waist like he wouldn't let her flee.
The other slid under her chest for support, groping to pin her utterly.
Then the insistent pressure kneading her ass.
Too massive for mere cock.
Enormous, thick, heavy, unyieldingly hard.
A literal iron bar.
She'd guessed even flaccid, but its pulsing reality left her breath hitching unbidden.
It felt like one peel away from raw, pounding sex.
If he hadn't pulled back fast...
"No."
No.
No matter what, she wouldn't have tumbled over the line that easily.
Countess Lucy eyed the mirror on one wall of the study.
A witch of goddess-tier perfection stared back.
Siu had apologized the instant they parted.
So that frenzy? Him acting entranced, unaware.
Recalling his flailing panic under her teasing brought another smile.
"Heh, adorable."
Prejudice from that pretty face—she'd pegged him as a skirt-chaser.
But a late bloomer, against all odds.
Proof of her body's lethal pull, making even him reach out blindly?
"Me, though. Too damn potent for my own good."
Bulked with fresh confidence, Countess Yesod savored the memory of that toned, vital frame entwining hers.
She touched the statue atop the bookshelf, unsealing the passage to her secret room.
Today brimmed with inspiration.
She ached to spill it all onto pristine pages.
3.
Diana kept her word to Siu right on schedule.
Yesterday: four hours of Wizboard feedback.
Today: tagging along for outdoor activity.
She'd prepped countermeasures for any tantrums, but he'd followed with compliant waddles—surprisingly tame.
"Still far?"
"Almost there. This spot looks perfect."
Outfitted for the outing with a white parasol, Diana bloomed like true nobility.
Parasol in November? Maybe the secret to that milky skin.
Siu's picnic pick: Rabbit River downstream, threading long between Lenormand Town and Border Town.
A lovely ribbon of water gliding proudly through dense maple hills.
Fallen leaves carpeting like rugs; crisp, delightful breeze; cloudless sky; sunlight shattering like scales across pale-jade waves.
Just gazing brought refreshment—yet Diana's face stayed sour.
"Shall we?"
This stretch belonged to no town: pure wilds.
Untrodden paths meant rough going.
"I can manage alone."
He offered an escorting hand to the bank, but Diana whipped her head no and bunny-hopped down the slope.
Her snail-shell pack and jutting long rod gave it away: fishing was the goal in hauling her here.
Better than thrusting her into high-energy sports outright—fishing let her sit, wait, ease into motion.
Hence last night's gear buy at Border Town outpost; spot vetted meticulously.
Not solely to keep Yesod's lessons rolling.
Best to nail assignments spot-on, no?
While Diana loitered blankly, Siu unpacked the folding chair and offered her a seat.
"They say this stretch is half water, half fish. As you guessed, fun fishing time today."
"Took forty-five minutes just to get here. Factor return trip: exactly thirty minutes."
"Got it. I'll set up quick, then."
Today's style: lure fishing.
Siu's college days: tagged along with buddies three, four times.
He explained from memory, tailored for Diana.
"Sinker's dialed in. Grip here, cast the lure, drift with the current, yank at the end."
Downstream shallows meant wading to knees for decent depth—lest constant snags.
Diana soaked up rod anatomy, grip tips diligently—then gawked in horror as Siu hiked his pants and splashed in.
"Hold on—that deep?"
"Yeah. Shallower than it looks; bottom'll grab otherwise."
Diana flicked a finger through the river. Icy.
Barefoot plunge? Worse.
"Pass. You didn't mention this."
"Rocks usually for stepping stones... none here."
"Who wades rivers in this weather? I'll spectate—you fish."
With that, she plunked into Siu's chair, arms crossed.
He mulled persuasion, but clock read thirty minutes tops.
His recon shortfall—no comeback.
"Hm... too bad. Understood."
Would've been nice sharing since they'd come this far.
Siu sighed inwardly, arcing his bobber over the current.
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