Chapter 483
Chapter 483
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 483
Chapter Title: Charity Event
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The Yesod Count's residence in Tarot Town turned out to be a carriage parked in a quiet corner.
It looked just as flashy and ornate as the Jemernai Count's from the outside, but without any spatial expansion magic, the seats were so close that stretching out your legs would brush against the other person's thigh.
"Diana, want to wait outside for a bit?"
"Sure, Mom. I'll hand out the rest of the flowers."
"Alright, sweetie. Just give me a minute~"
As Diana stepped out of the carriage door, only Si-woo and the Yesod Count remained in the cramped space.
The Yesod Count, whom he hadn't seen in a while, was still radiating that soft, sweet allure like a ripe fruit.
A stunning red dress and heels that defied the weather.
Crimson lips that looked like they'd just bitten into forbidden fruit.
Full, maternal breasts and plump, creamy thighs.
Amid all the red, her silvery hair and magenta eyes gleamed vividly, inevitably reminding him of her soft body.
"Si-woo, are you feeling alright?"
The gentle mother's voice she'd used with Diana shifted into the sultry tone of a woman facing her lover in a secret tryst.
"Thanks to your concern, I'm fine."
For some reason, every greeting from a witch he hadn't seen in ages was always "Are you okay?"
A bitter smile crossed his face at his hopelessly troublemaking constitution.
The Yesod Count smiled warmly, clearly delighted to see him, and toyed with a strand of hair by her ear.
"I heard you'd collapsed again and wanted to visit, but... the mortal world has been so chaotic lately. I've been swamped handling all sorts of things and couldn't make it. I'm sorry."
"I wasn't hurt much, so no need to worry. Oh, and thanks—I got the wreath."
"...Mind if I sit next to you?"
After staring at Si-woo intently for a moment, the Yesod Count asked permission, stood, and settled primly beside him.
"Seeing your healthy face makes me so happy, Si-woo."
She caressed his cheek with her gloved hand.
If he let this go on, she'd probably kiss him first—the mood was thick with it.
But Si-woo's expression remained a bit dark and serious.
In truth, he always felt a pang of conscience whenever he saw the Yesod Count.
These days, their secret meetings had become necessary for both of them.
Si-woo needed to understand the effects that occurred during intercourse, and the count needed it to find another path to succession.
That's why he'd gotten permission from Sharon, the twins, and even his master, and Amelia had nodded after hearing the count's circumstances.
But the start of these trysts? It began when Si-woo, who already had a girlfriend, fell completely for the count's seduction.
That lingering unease made it hard to meet her eyes.
However, Si-woo's grim expression today wasn't just from guilt.
His ability—the one that had the Yesod Count and even Diana full of hope—might have vanished.
That was his biggest worry.
"Si-woo...?"
The Yesod Count seemed to sense something off from his unusual demeanor, calling his name anxiously.
"Count, can I talk to you? It's important."
Si-woo explained what had happened.
It didn't take long.
After losing his arm and getting the transplant, he'd had sex, but nothing happened. That was it.
The Yesod Count, who had been gazing at him with heated eyes, went pale.
"No...! Is that true?"
"Yes. The sample size is small, but... I thought you should know."
"How could..."
Since his last collapse, the only person he'd been intimate with was Amelia.
She might be the exception.
But neither Si-woo nor the Yesod Count knew exactly what triggered the mana duplication and stigma replication.
They could only vaguely guess at cause and effect.
Meaning, even if the effect stopped occurring, they might never pinpoint why.
The Yesod Count couldn't bear leaving Diana behind alone.
It wasn't just about cherishing her own life.
She wanted to watch over Diana after the succession, make sure she could handle it, and act as her guardian.
And now, Si-woo—their one hope—had become useless.
There was no worse news.
"Exactly when did it start?"
The Yesod Count might look like a naive noblewoman, but she was a survivor who'd overcome hardships equal to the Jemernai Count.
She didn't panic as much as Si-woo expected and quickly regained her composure.
"From after I woke up on Harvest Festival day."
"What else happened in between?"
"I transplanted Cohav Count's prosthetic arm... and after that, only with Lady Amelia."
"Small sample size indeed."
At their first meeting, she'd acted like a seductive widow.
During their first time, like a temptress.
After that, like a clingy mistress.
So this was the first time he'd seen her true face since getting to know her.
"What about the strong urge when you smell a witch's scent?"
"That hasn't changed."
Was this her experience showing?
It felt like a bubbly news anchor suddenly turning serious for breaking news.
"Anything else?"
"The sensory link on Cohav Count's prosthetic is delayed. We're meeting in four days."
"Cause?"
"She didn't know either."
"Then... one key thing."
The count nodded and stood.
From the slit in her red dress, she pulled out a scrap of black fabric.
"No choice but to check."
It was her panties, obviously.
She turned to Si-woo.
Her face showed no shame or burning desire.
No matter how much she enjoyed their time together, she wasn't irresponsible enough to indulge when succession might be at stake.
"Now? Here?"
He'd expected issues might arise.
The Yesod Count, expert in barrier magic, was perfect for solving or clueing into this mana duplication failure.
So their intimacy was essential.
But he hadn't imagined doing it right here, right now.
"This is crucial for me. I want to check immediately."
"It's important for me too."
If it was just a physical issue, it wouldn't be urgent.
But what Si-woo was doing was a lifeline.
That's why he'd tagged along with the Jemernai Count to this charity event today.
"Diana's waiting, and I need to visit the ward, so we have ten minutes."
With that, the Yesod Count tugged down Si-woo's pants and underwear with urgent hands.
No need for more words—her hand gripped his limp member.
"I'll get you hard right away."
It felt like the start of a frantic time-attack sex session.
Without hesitation, she sat beside him again, leaning her upper body sideways.
Like a driver getting a blowjob from his girlfriend in the passenger seat.
"Oh..."
Her signature plump lips softly enveloped him as her hot tongue began diligently teasing the head.
"Slurp... Tell me when you're ready... Haah..."
At the same time, her ungloved hand slipped between her slightly parted thighs under the red dress.
What she was doing was obvious.
-Squish squish squish
She was wetting her garden to allow immediate insertion once he was erect.
Her hair was tied up formally in a bun today, but the strands by her ear tickled his thigh gently.
And with time of the essence, she unleashed her full technique.
Her free hand stroked his saliva-slick shaft up and down without shame, getting him fully erect in thirty seconds flat.
"Looks ready."
Si-woo swallowed a groan and said it.
Sex started without any seductive mood or chit-chat.
Yet her expert skills effortlessly aroused him.
Men really were simple creatures, sadly.
"I'm ready too."
The Yesod Count looked up at his words.
He knew.
He'd heard those sticky sounds from under her skirt earlier.
"But Si-woo, mana amplification just requires creampie, right?"
One difference from usual: no flush on her smooth skin.
Purely businesslike sex.
"Yes."
"Then this'll be faster. I'll use my hands and mouth to make you cum quick. Just finish inside."
Sex felt good, sure.
But male ejaculation usually went: arousal, erection, stimulation, climax.
Stimulation split into mental and physical.
Physical? Beyond pleasure, pressure on the genitals was key.
Even if her insides were tighter than her soft body suggested, hands and mouth couldn't match vaginal pressure.
Knowing this, she opted for handjob and blowjob for quickest results.
"...That okay?"
Even for troubleshooting, creampie only at the last second felt insulting to a woman.
But the Yesod Count acted like it was fine.
"Priority is checking your condition. Relax and enjoy. I'll handle the rest."
-Sluuurp...!
She sucked his glans intensely.
-Slurp slurrrp slurrrp...!
A perfect suction, like drawing out every drop of pre-cum from his urethra.
Her thin tongue swirled relentlessly around the head.
She drooled deliberately, coating the shaft, then worked it with her cool fingers in a flurry.
The temperature contrast and varying stimulations melted him.
"Haah... Slurp... Touch... wherever you want... Hrrp, go ahead..."
She even guided his hand to her breast, lifting her torso for easy groping.
Her breasts were the epitome of softness and yield in his palm.
But he was surprised at her nipple tickling his palm.
He knew she got aroused easily from long abstinence.
Just a kiss would soak her in front of him.
Yet it stayed completely soft—this proved her composure even now.
A mother's love for her daughter overrode lust.
"Count, almost there."
This made Si-woo solemn too.
She stood quickly at his calm announcement, sat opposite, and spread her legs wide.
Her plump, maternal pussy after so long.
Its signature volume and swollen lewd clit were as erotic as ever.
Thanks to her earlier fingering, it wasn't drenched but glistened with just enough wetness.
"Cum here."
Not even pulling out for birth control—just insertion for creampie...
Enveloped in strange immorality, Si-woo thrust fully inside her before the count.