Chapter 425
Chapter 425
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 425
Chapter Title: Verification (6)
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Deneb's resolute declaration that she absolutely refused to get down on all fours like some beast meant the first insertion attempt would happen with her standing and bracing against the wall.
Even so, he didn't think it would just slide right in. Like he had with the twins, Si-woo planned to loosen her up first with his fingers.
Meanwhile, Deneb stood there with her hips thrust back slightly, hands against the wall.
Seeing her lewd backside right there in front of his eyes, Si-woo felt the curse of erectile dysfunction lift completely.
Damn, but that's just how men are wired.
If the twins' asses were like a pair of rabbits, Deneb's was like a swan.
It wasn't about the width of her hips or the sheer volume of her rear—it was the feminine curves that stood out, a truly magnificent view.
Ripe with mature allure, her plush, fluffy cheeks, combined with that white hair of hers, only amplified the image.
"Wow..."
The exclamation slipped out of Si-woo's mouth before he could stop it.
He couldn't help it—not just because her backside was a perfect, picture-worthy silhouette, but because her innocence made the eroticism all the more striking.
Her panties were little more than a scrap of fabric that barely covered her essentials.
Like some slutty event costume screaming 'Please use this hole only,' it revealed tightly closed petals that begged for attention.
Clean and pristine like any proper witch's, it was a lovely shade that no one would ever mistake for a backdoor.
He could've believed she'd done makeup back there in preparation.
The twins' perky little holes weren't enough—now he was getting a mosaic view of the countess's, who was old enough to be his mother.
And with zero prior romantic overlap between them, it hit even harder.
"Wow?"
"Wow?"
Deneb whipped around with a sharp glare, scolding Si-woo the moment she caught his unconscious admiration.
Albireo shot him a look too, like 'This guy's hopeless.'
"Forgot the point already? Get it together."
"S-Sorry."
No matter how oblivious Deneb was to the sexual side of things, she still knew this act was embarrassing.
Baring her filthy hole to a stranger and sticking her ass out like that stirred shame beyond just the erotic intent.
Proof of it: her cheeks flushed red, as if she'd patted on some colored foundation.
Her earlobes, pinning back that white hair, glowed faintly pink too.
Up close like this, it was even clearer why insertion had failed before.
For all her bold talk, Deneb was rigid with tension, stiff as a board.
Even a spirit body could get hurt like this.
"Try relaxing a bit? It'll hurt too much otherwise."
"You think I'm doing this for a good time with you?"
"Fair point, but..."
Could he really just ram it in as some twisted greeting to his unexpected little mother-in-law?
"Deneb, we're not getting anywhere like this. Maybe we should call it quits..."
"Don't be ridiculous, sis. Si-woo, quit trying to weasel out and hurry up."
"Alright, then... whatever."
Si-woo slathered extra oil on his fingers.
Deneb seemed dead set on not looking back.
Gazing at the countess's swan-like, elegant rear, he gently caressed the completely sealed entrance.
She'd told him to keep sex out of it, but the act itself was pure sex no matter how you sliced it.
To melt Deneb's stubborn resistance, a little foreplay was essential.
"......"
Deneb didn't utter a word as his fingertips softly explored her rear.
Instead, she twitched her flesh, signaling her displeasure at the act.
After testing the waters briefly, Si-woo slid his finger in.
"Kyaa!"
Deneb let out a shrill scream.
Where was the dignified countess's poise? It sounded just like a girl startled by a snake.
"Deneb!"
"I-I'm fine...! Just startled me."
"It might hurt a little at first."
"I know. And quit talking to me from now on."
She buried her face, trembling all over.
That thick finger plunging into her gut brought an overwhelming sense of invasion and rejection beyond her imagination.
Just this much felt like her insides might burst out her mouth.
Meanwhile, Si-woo felt her rear clamp down hard on his finger.
Bumpy yet chewy, with a grip rivaling the twins'—intense.
No blood, but this perfection had to be hereditary through the stigma.
"Ugh... uuu..."
Si-woo waited for her to calm as she shuddered, making weird noises from the alien sensation.
Her insides were scorching hot, like his finger might melt away.
Worthwhile of a Jemernai countess.
"Is that how it's done? Looks like... just kids' play on steroids to me."
Albireo had dragged her chair over, watching intently.
Under that heavy stare, Si-woo explained defensively.
"Putting it in all at once could hurt her. This is necessary."
"Hmmm... I see?"
"Sis, why are you over there like that! Get away!"
"You told me to observe closely, Deneb? Taking detailed notes."
"Ugh, seriously..."
Normally, she'd bicker for five minutes straight over less, but right now, she had no energy.
Even standing was a chore.
About three minutes of Si-woo gently working his finger to loosen her muscles.
The constant twitching to push him out slowed.
He tested with slow in-and-out strokes.
-Swish swish swish
"Ugh... uuu... uuuu..."
Oily slickness between tight mucosa and skin made lewd sounds.
Her whole body twitched like it was zapped with static.
At this point, he wondered if there really was a correlation between vessels and physical heredity.
It matched the twins' first time exactly.
Even the weird noises.
But unlike the twins, Deneb seemed to feel only discomfort and displeasure.
The twins moaned and soaked their panties; Deneb showed nothing else.
If her body didn't melt into languid relaxation—and without her willing it—insertion would be a problem.
Proof was simple.
"Ack! Aaaack!"
The moment he tried adding a second finger, Deneb screamed and shook off his hand.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
She glared with gritted teeth and resentful eyes, making him flinch.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you...!"
"Si-woo! Enough!"
Albireo's scolding from the side made him shrink further.
He ended up in the aggrieved position, unable to defend himself.
Still, he had to speak up.
"This won't work. It'll hurt you too much, Deneb. I don't want to cause you pain..."
"You're doing it on purpose, right? Because you don't want to? Trying to make me say stop!"
"No other good ideas?"
"Like I'd have any..."
First, they needed to stimulate arousal.
Having this conversation with that fantasy ass right there...
Less taboo erotica, more filming three idiots.
"Think about it. You're a playboy—you should know."
Then, a brilliant idea flashed by.
Key: arouse her without touching breasts or pussy.
"Got it. But follow my lead this time."
2.
Ask what part of the human body moves most freely, and the answer's obvious: the hand.
With countless nerves and precise bones, it boasts unmatched dexterity compared to other animals.
So, what moves most freely and most softly?
Not hard.
A bundle of flexible muscles packing the strongest power relative to thickness.
The tongue.
Even for Si-woo, this was a first.
He hadn't imagined Deneb or Albireo accepting his suggestion.
To loosen her rear—with his tongue, no less.
Same position as before.
Deneb with her waist arched back; Si-woo burying his face in her cleft, flicking his tongue.
He looked like a bear slurping honey from a pot.
A top-quality one brimming with stone honey.
For witches, excretory organs were vestigial; licking or even thrusting his tongue in felt no revulsion.
A slight meaty taste and oily aftertaste clung to his throat, but no big deal.
Caution: don't inhale her scent too deeply.
This was experiment, not lovemaking.
Lose control, and he'd get nothing out of it.
Aside from minding his breathing, perfect plan?
His flexible tongue gently tapped and teased her secret spot.
Effects were immediate.
Worlds apart from fingers.
"......"
The flower's calyx twitched, clenched, relaxed—widening its radius.
Meaning less tension.
No climax yet, but arousal relaxed the body, inevitably loosening rear muscles.
Smacking lips and saliva made wet, erotic echoes.
Albireo, who once averted her eyes from the indecency, now watched Deneb's reactions, entranced.
"......"
Deneb was eerily quiet.
Only when his tongue circled or the tip softly knocked her entrance did her legs buckle weakly—but no sounds escaped.
Only Albireo, observing the lewd display, caught on.
Deneb was holding her breath until her face turned beet red.
Gulping air raggedly when stimulation eased, then holding again.
-Slurp slurp slurp slurp
At first, Deneb dismissed Si-woo's idea.
If cock or fingers did nothing, what would a tongue change?
Reality differed.
Thirty seconds in, the shame of baring her filthy hole faded.
Replaced by goosebumps from a sensation she'd never known.
Now, she fought to stifle moans, her throat tickling as voice threatened to escape.
Why was her body reacting?
Why had she agreed so lightly?
Too late.
Si-woo's solution was dangerously brilliant.
-Schlup!
After gauging her reactions, Si-woo thrust his tongue inside when he figured it was ready.
"Haaang! Hnng...! Huuung..."
Deneb's desperate endurance cracked.
Her toes curled, knees buckled.
Pent-up pleasure resonated through her body in lewd moans.
Even Albireo heard that sweet voice for the first time as Deneb cried out at full volume.