Chapter 428
Chapter 428
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 428
Chapter Title: Verification (9)
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1.
A truly embarrassing verification had finally come to an end.
"Nngh... Uguu..."
Deneb, groaning in her sleep like someone talking in her dreams while lying prone, suddenly shot upright.
"Hek!"
With a face startled like a hamster who'd dreamed of its sunflower seeds being stolen, she looked around frantically before grasping the situation.
Siwoo watched anxiously, his heart pounding, wondering just what she would say.
"Sis, I'm gonna go wash up."
But now that she'd come to her senses, Deneb didn't even glance Siwoo's way as she staggered off toward the bathroom.
Her legs had turned completely to jelly, making her wobble like a newborn fawn.
Albireo hadn't risen from her chair either, merely tapping the armrest idly with her nails. There was no sign of any conversation starting.
"Then I'll go wash up as well."
An awkward atmosphere hung in the air.
Siwoo quickly threw on his robe, excused himself, and headed for the shower room.
-Splash!
Standing under the pouring hot water, he meticulously washed his shaft, caked in oil and semen, along with his balls, slick with Deneb's fluids.
"What in the world is this..."
One realization since becoming a spirit body: Siwoo had no limit to his sexual stamina.
His size was nothing special, but he'd already confirmed with Periwinkle that if he willed it, he could go multiple rounds without a refractory period.
Thus, even after that messy ejaculation, Siwoo's cock remained rigidly erect.
It was because her pussy had clamped down so fiercely—the lingering sensation felt like a rubber band snapped free after being tied tight for ages.
Siwoo switched the water to cold, forcing his body's heat to subside.
Even with the deed done, parading out there with a raging hard-on would mortify both Albireo and Deneb.
He waited for the erection to fade, roughly dried off, and got dressed.
Having been steeped in scented oils for so long, his dick now wafted a fragrance like a diffuser stick.
By the time he returned fully clothed, Deneb still seemed to be in the midst of washing up.
Albireo, left alone in the room, had apparently calmed down and moved to the sofa, where she sipped from her glass.
To break this stifling awkwardness, small talk was the way to go.
Siwoo forced a casual tone as he addressed Albireo.
"Any results yet?"
A question that reminded everyone the act had been purely for verification—and the quickest way to excuse himself from the room.
"Yes. Just as expected. Deneb went on about inductive reasoning, but it was decided from the start anyway."
"Fair enough... Guess it was all for nothing, then."
It wasn't for nothing.
The pleasure had been exquisite.
Setting aside moral qualms, there was no way bedding a beauty like Deneb wouldn't feel amazing on a primal level.
That said, even Siwoo hadn't anticipated a lukewarm verification turning into such blazing passion.
Deneb's cries as she desperately called for Albireo bordered on violent arousal.
"......"
The cynical Albireo could've easily sniped, "For a 'verification,' you sure seemed to enjoy it."
But as her lips parted to retort, they clamped shut again.
Deneb had unraveled even more spectacularly—if she blamed Siwoo, it'd drag her own disgrace into the spotlight too.
"Can I take that as permission for relations with the twins?"
"I've always been on the approving side, and Deneb didn't go back on her word. Just don't get cocky and cause trouble now that you've got the green light. Be careful always. If you slip up, I won't forgive you."
"Understood."
That went without saying.
"Sigh... And one more thing. Tonight never happened, got it?"
"Can't I even tell the twins?"
"No. I'd appreciate your understanding. Deneb's even less mature than the twins in some ways, but as I said, there was no ulterior motive or greed. And there still isn't."
In truth, if it'd ended as the clinical affair Albireo expected, he might've disclosed everything to the twins.
But as things stood, it'd likely backfire.
Best to keep it buried.
"Finally, thanks for your hard work in the dead of night."
"No, the two of you had it worse."
"You can go now."
And with that, their brief exchange concluded.
From her tone and demeanor, Albireo clearly wanted him gone.
Understandable, after witnessing that spectacle—Siwoo felt the same itch to escape...
Compared to the epic ordeal of fighting, getting pummeled, interrogated, scolded, and even greeting his pint-sized mother-in-law anally, this felt anticlimactically light.
So he figured he should at least talk to Deneb.
"Um... Do I not need to speak with Lady Deneb?"
"She'll agree with me. Now go."
"Yes. Thank you."
Siwoo bowed his head and exited.
Albireo waited a beat before calling her sister's name.
"Deneb, come out. He's gone."
"...Ahem."
Deneb emerged from behind a pillar between the bathroom corridor, reception area, and bedroom, clutching her robe and clearing her throat awkwardly.
Indeed, a spirit body's recovery was impressive.
A mere blackout from her first time barely dented her stamina—she'd bounced back completely.
She looked just like she'd finished bathing in the tub moments ago, back to her usual self.
"Wh-what are you talking about? I just finished washing up? You're making it sound like I hid behind that pillar waiting for Siwoo to leave?"
"......"
Deneb plopped onto the sofa, snatched Albireo's half-empty glass, and downed the contents in gulps.
The liquor, barely diluted by unmelted ice, burned going down.
She grimaced fiercely and slumped back.
"......"
"......"
Her little sister panting through her first time—offering her rear no less—while her big sister watched from the sidelines.
The subtle chemistry sparked an excruciating tension.
One wrong word could devastate Deneb, so silence stretched on.
Albireo, feeling suffocated, broke it first.
"See? I was right, wasn't I?"
"About what?"
"No mana contamination issues. If there'd been real danger, I would've handled it myself."
Though she'd lost her senses halfway, Deneb's maternal instincts shone through.
Even in the chaos, she'd clearly registered the effects of Siwoo's cock.
The verdict matched Albireo's: no major risks.
She'd earned her safety certification firsthand.
"......"
"......"
But in this moment, any topic evoked that hellish scene.
Fresh awkwardness bred more silence—until Deneb spoke up.
"Anyway, it wasn't as big a deal as I thought."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I figured it'd be rough since it was my first time. But honestly, I barely felt a thing."
Barely felt a thing?
Albireo tilted her head, baffled by the sudden nonsense.
"Some witches make a hobby of sex for that level of pleasure? I just don't get it."
"......"
"I forced out some moans and pretended to enjoy it so you wouldn't feel embarrassed. That took effort."
Deneb crossed her arms smugly.
After one wild, degrading romp—yet she spoke like a femme fatale who'd toyed with every man in the world.
Good lord...
Albireo was speechless at her sister's painfully obvious ploy.
Deneb was insisting her shameful display had all been an act.
"Truth is, I did wait for Siwoo to leave. But not out of shame, okay?"
"He seemed pretty confident in bed. Didn't want to disappoint him by admitting the truth. You get it, right, sis? My consideration is my downfall."
"Yeah... Sure. I get it."
"Anyway, it left a weird taste, nothing embarrassing, nothing great. Just telling you in case you were curious. No big deal."
Pitying her sister's frantic backpedaling, Albireo couldn't confess she'd resonated with Deneb's sensations, drowning in vicarious ecstasy.
No clue what percentage transmitted, but judging by Deneb's near-screaming throes...
She'd felt it all, no doubt.
"Oh, but I read sex improves blood circulation too."
"Not that it matters for witches like us."
"And my eyes teared up a bit—that was from a feather poking from the bedding. Calling for you midway? Just checking the measurements. The thrashing? Awkward position, trying to adjust..."
Still, Albireo let Deneb machine-gun excuses and rationalizations without interruption.
It'd never happen again anyway—a secret to take to the grave.
"I see."
"That's how it was."
"Ah, gotcha."
"You did great. Good job."
Albireo spent a full hour soothing her sister's pitiful rap of denials, gently patting her shoulder the whole time.