Chapter 477
Chapter 477
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 477
Chapter Title: Housewarming (3)
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Crouched on her side like a fetus, Deneb lay there with the bedsheet clenched between her teeth, gasping for breath.
Her slender fingers, slick with plenty of scented oil, were delving into her secret hole.
No need to explain what that act was anymore. It was painfully obvious.
"Mm... Hn... Hnng... Ah..."
At first, shame and humiliation had overwhelmed her, making her try to forget that day entirely.
She'd fooled her sister and Shin Si-woo with airtight excuses and smooth talk.
Both her sister and Si-woo had believed Deneb's disheveled state that day was all an act.
But Deneb couldn't fool herself.
A mature witch! Getting pleasure from a man! In such an irreverent place!
Impossible, she'd raged, knocking back glasses filled with strong liquor every single day.
And then, when she was thoroughly drunk.
By complete accident—swearing to the gods, complete accident—while idly caressing the spot where he'd tormented her, Deneb felt that day's sensation all over again.
Her body tingling and heating up, her mouth dry, a turbid sigh scratching pleasantly down her throat into a moan...
A refreshing yet sticky pleasure, as if every cell in her body was awakening and coming alive.
Honestly, compared to the intense sensations he'd introduced her to, it was a drop in the bucket. But from that day on, a new routine was added to Deneb's schedule.
Not that it was much of a schedule, really.
Just a brief, secret bit of finger play when leisurely enjoying a bath, right before bed, or when her magic research was winding down and her head felt cluttered.
Of course, there was self-loathing at first.
It wasn't exactly the orthodox hole for pleasure, and the circumstances that introduced her to it were far from ordinary.
But vague guilt was distant, while the sweet, immediate joy of her flesh was right there.
She had no intention of asking him for more, so it wasn't betraying her sister either.
Sexual indulgences? Plenty of witches explored those.
So, just like occasionally enjoying fine silk or gourmet food as a hobby, Deneb had simply added one more to her list.
Thus, whenever hunger-like lust rose within her, she'd run through a quick rationalization and indulge in her "hobby."
Deneb squinted, scanning the bed.
Come to think of it, this was exactly where she'd verified things with Shin Si-woo.
Afterward, she'd magically cleaned and deodorized it spotless, without a trace of impurity. Yet somehow, in moments like this, she could swear the musky scent of a male flooded back.
"Haa..."
Deneb let out a wistful sigh, unwittingly recalling that experience.
The moment his soft tongue plunged fearlessly deep inside.
The instant that rigid thing—too sinful to compare to fingers—with its heat and girth pushed in.
An humiliation and degradation she'd never know again in life.
He'd pinned down her struggling body and ravaged her fiercely, violently, like he meant to devour her whole.
"How dare you... How dare you... do that... to me... Ngh..."
In that moment, Deneb was neither the lofty countess nor the wise grand witch. Just a pitiful prey animal.
Where in the world would Deneb ever receive such treatment?
Even in Gehenna, few witches dared treat House Jemernai lightly.
Separate from the seething resentment bubbling up, paradoxically, Deneb's body burned hotter.
"Kkuuuhng..."
Deneb writhed again, biting down hard on the sheet.
Honestly, compared to that time, this sensation was nothing special.
Like the difference between a fireworks display from dumping dozens of gold coins and a few modest firecrackers.
Yet her underwear was soaked, her body trembling, drenched in ecstasy.
"Huu..."
With that strange sound leaking through her teeth, all tension drained from Deneb's body.
Sprawled languidly, her expression like savoring post-meal drowsiness after a satisfying feast, Deneb soon used magic to tidy herself and the sheets impeccably.
And she didn't stop there. One more spell followed.
A soundproofing enchantment. For Deneb, who wielded song as her autonomic magic, it was child's play.
And then came her time of hysteria.
"Argh!!! So frustrating!!!!"
Deneb bellowed from the depths of her lungs, pounding the pillows with her fists.
Feathers fluttered like fresh snow, but she rampaged on heedlessly.
No matter how she'd rationalized it every which way, she was Gehenna's proud countess.
If she were starving with thirst, maybe—but now, with her urges sated by happy time, the flimsy self-deception began to crack.
The fact that this act was utterly humiliating and shameful, and the whole story leading up to it equally mortifying, all mixed into a potent post-nut clarity and started gnawing at her.
And for the barrage of self-recrimination arrows raining down, Deneb prepared a shield.
"Shin Si-woo! You wretched bastard!"
She uttered the name of the absent man who'd just been circling her mind.
"This is all your fault!"
If not for him, she wouldn't have worried about her sister's man troubles, wouldn't have needed that verification, and wouldn't have to endure this humiliating feeling alone.
Deneb vented her fury on the pillows with resounding thwacks.
All while thinking she'd kick him in the shin next time she saw him.
1.
Snowflakes that hadn't melted even under the winter sun had frozen into flowers, dangling from bare branches.
These snow blossoms, visible only in winter, had their own charm if you looked closely.
Amelia and Si-woo strolled through them.
Hand in hand affectionately, they occasionally shared ticklish laughs and murmured conversations.
"......"
And watching them intently were three pairs of eyes.
Sharon, Odil, and Odet.
The classroom where they'd been holding their usual elemental lesson overlooked the countess's central garden perfectly.
Once Odil, seated by the window, spotted Si-woo and Amelia, the lesson took a backseat.
The teacher Sharon and her students Odil and Odet were all too absorbed peeking at the couple's date.
"How do they look?"
"Great."
Odil and Odet whispered tensely, like hunters on the prowl, holding their breath.
They looked so serious, it wouldn't have been odd if they'd been gripping hunting rifles.
Sharon stood awkwardly behind them, her eyes tracking the pair too.
Amelia Merigold, the Witch of Perfume.
When Si-woo recounted his slave days in Gehenna, there were always strange gaps, like chunks had been edited out.
And she was probably the one filling that gap, visible way over there.
They said peerless beauties shone even from a hundred paces. Now Sharon got why.
Tiphereth's duchess, the twins—each flaunted their charms, and Sharon prided herself on not falling short. But even from here, it dented her confidence a bit.
I wonder what kind of upheaval awaits ahead...
As she sighed deeply, a grumble from the twins rose from under her chin.
"Ugh... And now this one joins in..."
"Calm down, sis. In a way, it was inevitable."
"True... Assistant Si-woo can't keep his hands off any woman who catches his eye, so of course not Professor Amelia."
"Right? So nothing's changed. We just keep fighting our fight."
They'd been muttering like this among themselves for a while.
One unexpected thing here.
"Girls."
"Sharon sis, we're busy right now."
"Yeah, we'll do today's lesson as homework next time."
"No, I meant, you're surprisingly staying put."
Exactly.
Sharon didn't particularly want the pair to charge out and disrupt the date—let alone commit murder over it.
But considering the twins' usual behavior, and how they'd waged fierce love battles against Sharon before, they should've been sprinting to Si-woo and Amelia's side by now.
For them to hold back and observe quietly was utterly uncharacteristic.
At her words, the twins looked at Sharon like she was the weird one.
"Wh-what? Did I say something strange?"
Seeing Sharon flustered, Odil nodded as if she'd figured it out.
Odet nodded along beside her.
The twins' signature half-bonnets fluttered like fans, stirring a little breeze.
"I get it, Sharon sis hasn't met the professor before, right?"
"She's so scary."
"Scary?"
Odil and Odet nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, like an ice block."
"Grading homework is ruthless, her voice is intimidating... and her eyes..."
"It's like if we butted in now, she'd chew us out big time..."
"Exactly... And she's a witch anyway. Older than us too..."
For the twins—who'd flip out and charge at anything involving Assistant Si-woo—to be this cautious and watchful was a novel sight for Sharon.
Then, abruptly, an unforgettable scene popped into her head.
"Wait, what about me? Am I not scary?"
Memories flooded back of them rolling around in this very classroom, yanking hair.
The twins stared blankly at Sharon, then grinned.
"Nah, Sharon sis is Sharon sis."
"What does that mean?!"
"Come to think of it, Sharon sis isn't scary at all."
"Be scared of me too!"
Chatting like this, the three still kept eyes on Si-woo and Amelia vanishing into the garden distance.
With things this chaotic, class was impossible anyway.
"Alright, let's call it here for today."
"Odet, we need to reconvene the emergency countermeasures committee."
"Got it, sis."
Sharon gave a wry smile as the twins bolted without proper goodbyes.
"Sigh."
Truth be told, Sharon wasn't in a position to leisurely coo over how cute the twins were.
Until now, the romance front had been a friendly three-way rivalry: Odil, Odet, Eloa, and Sharon.
It might sound odd, but Sharon had even found modest happiness in the tussle over Si-woo.
It wasn't just Si-woo who mattered.
During those years struggling alone in the mortal world to pay her debts, she'd never felt friendship or bonds like this—ironically, from women who loved the same man.
So she harbored anxiety that this new rival might shatter the precarious balance.
"I just hope we can all keep getting along like this..."
As she murmured that,
-Knock knock
A knock echoed.
No one should visit at this hour. Maybe the twins forgot homework? Sharon glanced at the table.
"Pardon the intrusion."
The door opened after the knock, revealing Amelia—who'd just been strolling the garden.
