Chapter 383
Chapter 383
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 383
Chapter Title: Night of the Widow (4)
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"Hng... Heuk... Hng...!"
-Squelch... Pop!
With a crisp sound like the lid of a luxury Zippo lighter flipping open, his dick slipped out from the countess's tight crevice.
Even as he pulled it free, her entire body twitched in response.
Unable to withstand Siu's final pounding, the countess had collapsed with her thighs splayed wide in a flexible split.
"You came a lot..."
White tadpoles that her ladyship's pond couldn't fully hold spilled out in a steady stream.
And it wasn't just talk—the sheer volume was extraordinary, having been held back and then unleashed all at once.
Like overfilled cream puffs, her lower belly contracted, squeezing out more with each pulse.
"Hoo..."
"......"
The countess seemed to have finally lost hold of her sanity.
No wonder—from nightfall until dawn, she'd climaxed without a moment's rest.
"No regrets... I've achieved it all..."
In truth, Siu had wanted to keep his 'Unlimited mana refill through sex!' ability under wraps.
Only Yebin and Sharon knew about it, and he'd gotten their promise of silence.
He was already drawing enough attention among the witches as it was.
If word got out that simply mixing bodies with him would recharge pure mana and even unseal a blocked stigma—like a miracle cure—it might turn him into a poacher's prize, going from common pest to endangered nutria overnight.
So he'd planned to pull out and finish outside whenever possible, but her ladyship's charms had him burying deep and blowing his load.
And once the post-climax haze of lust cleared from his head, he became acutely aware of just what he'd done.
Toying with her protests like some barmaid, seducing her into a deep kiss.
Seating the writhing countess on his lap and turning her pussy into a squirting sprinkler.
Making her crawl on all fours to the bedroom with him still inside.
Spanking that ass bright red, loosening her back hole, then pounding it raw.
"Wow..."
Looking back, it felt like the spirit of Miyama Takasho had possessed him.
"...Well, she loved it, so it's fine."
He steadied his mind, telling himself he'd just awakened her to new tastes.
For now, though, Countess Yesode showed no signs of stirring.
Leaving her in such a wrecked state didn't sit right with him either.
Truth be told, he wanted more, but even he had a conscience about railing someone unconscious.
At least wipe her down with a damp cloth, dress her, and move her somewhere comfortable.
As Siu glanced around, his eyes landed on the terrace window draped with curtains beside the bed.
That's when Siu saw it.
"......"
"......"
More precisely, their eyes met.
With whom?
Diana Yesode, apprentice witch to Lucy Yesode, peeking in with half her body hidden behind the curtain.
Both of them blinked and froze solid.
No way.
Why the hell is she here?
He rubbed his eyes and looked again—Diana was gone.
But peering closer, he spotted a shadow huddled round behind the curtain, holding its breath.
She probably thought she was hidden, but the strengthening dawn light exposed her silhouette plainly.
Siu watched the trembling shadow rise and sneak across to the next terrace over.
"...Big trouble...?"
He vowed to always check the terrace before and after sex from now on.
Siu stood there dazed for a good while.
1.
2.
A fierce battle between conscience and curiosity.
In the end, curiosity claimed victory.
His mother, who switched rooms and beds depending on her mood and the weather, used all eight third-floor rooms as bedrooms.
Finding the right one wasn't hard, though.
The sticky fluids trailing from the hallway formed a clear path of droplets like pebbles.
But Diana soon hit a snag.
The third floor was her mother's bedroom level.
Passing the hall right at the top of the stairs led to all the bedrooms connected door-to-door.
Dressing rooms and bathrooms dotted the emptier spots.
The problem was the straight-line layout—terrible for peeping.
She might overhear plenty, but cracking a door to peek would echo through the whole floor.
Peering through keyholes? Vases blocked the bed view.
Magic? Both were witches far superior to her—she couldn't use it undetected.
"Ahng... Hoook... Ok...! Hng...!"
Her mother's raw moans and the sounds of fucking carried straight through the door.
Diana calmed her pounding heart, searching for a way.
'Time to go back and sleep!'
'This is getting bad!'
Her conscience pleaded.
'Too much hassle!'
'Not tired?'
Even her laziness chimed in.
But curiosity about sex—known only from books—overpowered them all.
"Ah!"
A good idea hit.
Diana dashed out to the terrace off the hall.
Straight-line rooms meant terraces connected at short intervals.
"Hoodododo...!"
The howling gale chilled her, but she pressed on.
Wrapping her cloak tight, she hopped terrace to terrace.
Cautiously, silently, she peeked out.
Lightning flashed behind her.
-Kwarrrumble!
There it was.
From the slightly higher terrace, the sideways bed came into clear view.
And atop it: her naked mother on all fours like mating dogs, ass high; and Siu, equally stripped, thrusting his hips relentlessly.
"Hoook... Ung... Oook...!"
Diana couldn't believe her eyes.
Her mother writhing shamelessly, undulating.
Head turned away, face hidden, but those vulgar moans cut through the thunder, and the wet slaps of flesh sounded right in her ear.
"Eut...!"
Diana shrank back.
Siu's bulging forearms, veins popping.
His naked body devouring her mother's like a beast—all in vivid detail.
Dizzying.
Head spinning.
Far more raw than books or sounds alone.
Her heart raced wildly; foggy breaths fogged the glass.
The usual carefree smile—that bland guy Shin Siu.
Under his rough hands, her mother's round ass deformed.
Each plunge of the towering cock between his legs sent her whole body quaking.
Obscene.
Lewd.
Taboo thrill.
No, deeper than that.
Fearful.
Is something wrong here?
Should I stop them?
That felt closer.
That huge thing going inside was wrong from the start.
Diana was Lucy's height, so likely similar hole size—unless freakishly born.
Could it really fit?
Before her shaken pupils could focus—
An even more shocking sight unfolded.
-Slap!
"Kyaaak...!"
Siu swinging his arm to smack that white ass.
Smug satisfaction as he spanked her cheeks red, handprint clear.
Bruises by tomorrow, probably.
Clear violence.
Stop it.
Something's off.
But as Diana moved to burst in—
"Again, again... It's coming again...! G-Gonna cum...! Haaauuuu...!"
Her mother cried out sweetly, unbothered.
Fresher, thicker than the secret room peeks.
Her body flopped like a fresh-caught salmon—matching novel 'orgasm' descriptions.
Consent, then—not stageable otherwise.
Even without Diana, her mother could handle that violence easily, with auto-defenses.
The shock didn't end there.
In that pose, Siu gawking at her widely spread asshole.
She'd resisted at first, but a clit pinch coaxed her to spread it herself, crumbling beneath him.
From their talk...
Each climax made her asshole twitch.
Shamed by the exposure, yet at his request, she pried it open for better view.
And that humiliation amplified her pleasure, writhing fiercer.
"Ah..."
Like first reading her mother's erotic novel.
Initial revulsion from fear and unfamiliarity, but drawn deeper with each scene.
Her peeking head leaned further out.
Diana forgot the guilt of spying, engrossed till dawn.
"Haa..."
Sudden heat in her lower belly.
Like swallowing hot tea—warmth tingling everywhere.
Itchiest between her legs.
Tranced, her hand slipped under her cloak.
"Haang...! Haaaa...! Haaat...! No... Don't... This is too... Vulgar...! E-Everything's... Showing...!"
So intense, that refined mom...
Her words were right.
Men are all wolves.
No wolf would devour like that otherwise...
Cold air numbed fingers snaked into panties, slithering over the bush.
Inside: sweltering, slick.
The swollen pearl, bigger than usual, caught her fingertip.
"Heuht...!"
Diana clamped her mouth shut.
Brain blanking pleasure never felt before.
Body feather-light; that 'why's it there?' organ sparked it.
Thighs quivered; insides grew wet.
This was masturbation.
Sexual ecstasy.
Not just good—shocking, novel.
Diana spread her legs slightly, rolling the eager pearl with her middle finger.
Trembling legs at each nudge.
Now she got why mom acted that way.
Throat opening, body uncontrollably hot.
Couldn't stop her hand.
Couldn't tear away her ear.
Couldn't look elsewhere.
"Kkeuk...! Higk...! S-Siu...!"
If on all fours before him...
Would I turn like mom?
Her mother's desperate cries overlaid her own image unwittingly.
"I-I'm... Gonna cum... R-Right now... Heuguut...!"
Mom's rigid arch, Siu hugging her fleeing body to cum—Diana's belly sparked too.
"Hii...!"
Uncontainable moan.
Legs shaking wildly like a jig; body floating.
Diana bit her lip bloody, yanking her hand free.
Instinct said more rubbing = better, but no confidence hiding the noise.
"Haa... Haa..."
Eyes wide at her first tiny, cute orgasm.
Then—
-Craaaack!
Mana wave prickling her skin.
"Haaaaat...! Heuk...! Heuuuk...! Kyaaaak...!"
Mother's pleasure-filled scream.
No mana waves during sex, as far as she knew.
Worried, Diana peeked inside.
Not too concerned, though.
Trust in Siu aside, mom's defenses covered most mischief.
Checking her state, seeing no issue—Diana froze.
"Uh..."
Eyes met.
Siu's.
"Uh... Uh..."
Heart dropping like caught thieving.
At least five seconds of stares; his wide eyes fixed on her—busted.
Diana belatedly huddled behind the curtain.
"What do I do... What do I do...? What now...?"
Letting guard down at the last second.
Peak stupidity!
Flustered, Diana's only choice: vault the railing and flee.