Chapter 381
Chapter 381
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 381
Chapter Title: Night of the Widow (2)
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Diana, who had pretended to go to bed, headed to her mother's secret library to read Erotic Deliveryman as usual.
The pattern of newly awakening to sex was mostly similar.
Diana had lived a thoroughly chaste life under her mother's strict education.
The first time she saw the book, she felt disgust and filth, but despite the displeasure, her gaze was inexplicably drawn to it.
After visiting the secret library several times back and forth, Diana soon developed a curiosity about the love between man and woman and the acts that arose from it.
To the point where she even tried masturbating by rubbing her genitals with her hand.
Though she only felt shame and a strange ticklishness and stopped soon after.
The time was 11 p.m.
As far as Diana knew—and from experience—her mother's study was always empty at this hour, so there shouldn't be any problem.
At least, that was the plan.
There were no new additions to the novel her mother was newly writing.
Erotic Deliveryman was the same, so Diana passed the time looking at other sensual books until her heart nearly stopped in shock.
About ten minutes before the grandfather clock chimed midnight.
Her mother suddenly entered her personal study.
The secret room was a secret room through and through.
There was no separate escape route, let alone windows.
If her mother opened the door and came in, she would inevitably run into her.
Diana, already running dense simulations of excuses, could at least breathe a sigh of relief for now.
"......"
From the sounds beyond the wall, her mother was just bustling around in her personal study, with no sign of entering the secret one.
If she handled this well, it could be the completion of a world where no one got hurt.
Chewing her nails in anxious suspense, Diana soon faced a new development.
"It's been a while."
Siu had entered the room.
Diana instantly intuited that the scene she was eavesdropping on was a secret rendezvous between her mother and Siu.
She felt dizzy at that moment.
It was flowing into a worse scenario than she had anticipated.
How could the situation twist so filthily!
If she stepped out now, she could at least have something to say to her mom.
If she claimed she didn't know about the room and had come in out of curiosity, it might serve as some excuse.
Of course, setting aside the secret room, answering why she had sneaked into her mother's personal study would require a grand lie in itself.
But if she stayed here, her mother and Siu would probably make love.
Just like in the sensual novels Diana had read countless times.
If her mother entered the secret room after making love, then...
It would truly be beyond salvage.
But...
What if her mother didn't enter the secret room...
Diana would learn.
Not sex read only on paper, but vivid sounds heard right next door.
The guilt of secretly eavesdropping on a man-woman intercourse scene—and her mother doing it with her tutor Siu at that—and the curiosity.
Weighing between them, Diana's heart ultimately tilted toward deviance.
Clutching her heart, which pounded even harder than before, she continued eavesdropping.
"......?"
In truth, it was just a lesson.
Not even sweet talk between lovers, let alone private conversation.
The voices were so soft that she only caught fragments of the content, but at least it wasn't the atmosphere for a heated affair.
What was this?
Had she been mistaken all along?
Were they really just meeting for lessons, and it was all her misunderstanding?
Then what about the part where they went fishing and made love?
The extreme confusion was brief.
As nothing happened until nearly dawn, Diana began to doze off, her head nodding.
With no major incident as imagined, her tension had relaxed, and for a half-spirit apprentice witch who still needed sleep, the wait was too grueling.
What woke the sleeping Diana...
Was her mother's groaning voice.
2.
At the groan-like moan, she snapped awake with a flash.
Diana Yesode couldn't believe the sound piercing her ears.
-Squish... squish... squish...
"Siu...! I...! I'm...! Gonna cum...! Haaaang...!"
"Already? How many times have you cum?"
"Five...! Five times...! No, haaaaa...! Six times...!"
"Very good. Shall we try one more?"
"Siuuu...! No...! Nooooo...! Please stop... I don't want to cum anymore...! It's tiring... So tiring...! Hic...! Hic...!"
Right next door.
Beast-like howls emanated from her mother's personal study.
Sounds that wouldn't pale against the thunder outside the building.
If this weren't her mother's workshop, passing servants would have all heard them.
What had happened while she dozed off briefly?
Diana pressed her ear to the secret door, eyes wide.
"Kyaaaaah...! Haaang...! Haaaang...!"
-Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Her shoulders flinched at the death cry from beyond the wall.
Diana was no longer the naive flower sheltered in an incubator, ignorant of the world.
She had long realized what was happening back there.
Yet her mother's moans—supposedly from man-woman acts—were closer to screams.
A voice crying and begging, and sounds like clapping palms thick with sticky aloe soothing gel.
What kind of act produced such noises?
"Haa... Haa... Siu... Siu..."
Moreover, her mother's screams.
They weren't simply from beastly pain.
The sweet pleasure mixed in and the coquettish tone weren't from unilateral coercion.
Her heart pounded irregularly, like arrhythmia.
Even knowing it was an affair, even inwardly expecting intercourse.
She hadn't known the content would be this explicit, vulgar, and blatant.
"Now... now put it in... please..."
The chaste mother who only occasionally showed her daddy's girl side was gone.
The elegant, aristocratic model of speech was gone.
Only a bitch lewder than any erotic novel heroine remained.
"Shall we move spots? A bed nearby would be nice."
"Siuuu... Do it here... here... I can't hold it anymore. Haaang...!"
"Then, I'll move just like this."
"Ah, can't go out naked...! And in this, this state... Heut... Heut..."
"It'll be fine. No one's around anyway."
"B-but haa...! Haat! Haang...! Every step... my belly so deep...!"
Her mother and Siu's voices faded as the sound of a door closing rang out.
Probably heading to one of her mother's bedrooms upstairs from the personal study.
"Haa... haa..."
Was it from excessive tension and shock?
Diana panted out her held breath and wiped the cold sweat beading on her forehead.
In this chilly weather, her underwear was soaked through with sweat.
She carefully opened the secret door...
Even though the personal study was much larger than the secret room, a sweltering heat wafted in.
"Ah..."
Along with a sweet musky scent, body odor, and a sticky, cloying smell she was smelling for the first time.
The source was the sofa cushions drenched like they'd been hit by a water bomb.
The once-fine red damask had turned dark.
Scattered atop it were a haphazardly shed dress and high heels, like sloughed skin.
No matter the rain outside, it couldn't flood into a closed-window room.
In other words, all of this was her mom's...
Diana didn't know what expression to make.
Her brain blanked—no emotions surfaced, no idea what to do.
Siu and her mom were indeed in a hot relationship.
Much, much, much hotter than Diana had imagined.
They were probably still burning bright in her mother's upstairs bedroom.
"To think... such vulgar acts..."
Dizzy from the lingering feverish heat, Diana's gaze turned upward.
She gulped.
If she took just a bit more risk, she might glimpse the act she'd only seen in print or heard in sound.
In other words, see Siu naked.
For Diana, whose curiosity and interest were burgeoning, the chance to see a likable man's nude body wasn't something to lightly discard.
But the moment she acted to satisfy that curiosity, it became secretly peeking at her mom's sex scene—an unfilial act.
"Uh... uuh..."
But hadn't her mom taken him first, arbitrarily?
Diana had known Siu first, and the reason he stayed at the mansion was as her tutor.
Did she need more consideration than that?
"It's Mom's fault. Mom's the bad one."
After her clumsy rationalization, Diana steadied her burning face with deep breaths and carefully stepped upstairs.
3.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Climbing the stairs naked—and inserted all the while—they arrived at the countess's bedroom.
By the time Siu tossed Countess Yesode onto the bed, her legs were so weak she couldn't stand on her own.
In truth, it was half intentional.
She couldn't let her bolt midway like last time, so he had to sap her strength to walk.
As confirmed before, the countess's G-spot was the trigger for her water gun.
With one hand rubbing the round pearl beads befitting her dignity and stimulating her weak spot, she squirted a cupful of love juice seven times over.
In the chilly corridor air, enjoying a hot countess pussy half-bath, she came twice more to boot.
"......"
Countess Yesode collapsed weakly, her ass thrust high toward the sky.
The view below was breathtakingly beautiful.
The convulsing pussy lips squirting love juice wildly without a touch, the puffy clit twitching front and back, the anus flinching in sync.
A noble body worthy of the countess title, paired with utterly undignified posture and depravity.
The dissonance strongly aroused his lust.
Recalling their first meeting and that gap fueled an even fiercer conquest desire, setting his body ablaze.
"Countess."
"......"
No response.
Peeking beyond her plump ass, the countess lay with eyes closed, breathing raggedly.
He pinched her clit with his fingertip.
It was so taut it showed through panties, but with all the soaked love juice, it slipped away.
-Squirt! Squirt!
"Nghut... ng... haaat...! Haa... haa...! Si, Siu...!"
At the same time, she signaled welcome with an enthusiastic fountain show.
Her waist trembled violently, moans like she'd been struck, eyes snapping open.
"The countess faints at the drop of a hat. And squirts love juice like piss, so plentifully."
"There... right now... don't... touch..."
Writhing as if breathless, yet utterly strengthless.
All the countess could do was flop her waist like fresh salmon, unable to shake off his hand.
"Who'd think the famed Countess Yesode was hiding such a lewd nature."
"Don't... say that...!"
This was one of Countess Yesode's cute traits.
Showing such a sight, yet blushing beet red at mere small humiliations.
Moreover, Siu could tell she subtly enjoyed such insults.
The widow countess, who seemed elegantly aloof, was a high-tier masochist.
"Isn't that right?"
"Ukheuhut...! Ueut... Aa...!"
"No?"
"Y-yes...! I... am a lewd woman...! Even you, Siu...! I kept trying to seduce you...!"
As he pinched her clit and asked, the countess answered even what didn't need saying, dutifully.
Siu gripped her round ass.
"Good answer. Now I must satisfy you too, Countess."
"Kkuk...!"
The blood-flesh-sponge red shaft stabbed sharply into the countess's garden once more.